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『 ☨;; ℰlectrovus 』:  

    The Sheer Hatred That burns in amber turned amethyst oculars is incomprehensible for it radiates solely from the heart of the wingless Raven, glaring down at the corpse of the man he’d done away with. Fluids as black as a moonless night itself creates pools on the ground surrounding him, dripping steadily from his gloves and bursting upon making contact. He wasn’t very clean about this deed, for she’d been a distraction, entering before he could finish the deed. He felt her coming but the struggle was inevitable. In the heat of the moment, The victim was rendered immobile, eyes widening in horror as a gaping hole appeared in his chest, revealing the wall behind himself. His heartbeat was unwavering momentarily as it pulsates in the mans hand, slowing eventually before coming to a complete stop. The victims eyes become lackadaisical, closing partway and staring up at his killer as the murderer focuses his attention elsewhere. Vanitas would be the last thing he’d seen in his final moments of life. He draws in a shaky breath, unable to move, throat rattling as he breathes in. And finally, it was over.

                               ❝ S-sir?? A- Are you okay ? ❞

        She inquires, fear lacing her tone as she splutters. He laughs, far more amused than he should have been. She was a witness to his devilish deeds. She was either to be eliminated or forced to be allied with him, if he found her useful.  Or rather, if she was rendered speechless, she could not speak of his crimes. Her tongue would make a nice souvenir along with the heart he’d collected, though it was likely that it’d be devoured along his way to base.
Alas, She was youthful. The fright that she’d become overwrought with reminded him of himself in the beginning of his hunting days. Like a deer in the headlights of life and death. He couldn’t help but pity her. So sad. So beautiful.

       ❝ Must be an interesting night for you, love. How long have you been here ? ❞

  ♚ ;;  she could feel something bubbling in the back of her throat as she
           looked out before her. it was all RED, it was all the color of BLOOD.
           it made her sick. it made her t e r r i f i e d.  crimson hues were wide,
           and they showed pure FEAR. she could only hope that her demon
           would do something to aid her. blood had never bothered her much
           ( she had seen so much of her own blood spilled from a young age;
           she was used to it ) but the man before her– he held the HEART of
           a man that had been living moments ago, this wasn’t just blood. she
           reeled back, a hand coming up to clamp on her mouth as she felt the
           lava churn up through her throat ( she didn’t even know w h e r e the
           substance came from; it was just ｔｈｅｒｅ ). and there she stood,
           frozen in place, unknowing of what to s a y, what to d o. she– she was
           going to DIE here, wasn’t she? he would do the same thing to her as he
                     did to the now-DEAD man. 

           ’ i-i– ’ she began, but quickly stopped when lava threatened to sputter
           out from her lips. she squeezed her eyes shut, fists clenching as she
           forced down the hot substance. a small puff of smoke left her lips as
           she coughed. she wiped at her lips, before making a realization– she
           could potentially H U R T this man with the LAVA, and maybe, just
           maybe, she could make it out ALIVE. she’d just have to improvise until
           he got a little closer. ’ i-i-iii j-jjustt ccame in n-nnow, ’ she stammered,
                     ’ i-i pp-promise ii-i ww-won’t t-tell anyone !! ’