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On the far side of the pentagram of hell holds a quiet and still small section of mindless soldiers and once-before people, dragged into hysteria by a mind far more powerful and dangerous than most. Well known as a man in the shadow of teeth and claws ready to strike at its prey without dismay nor hesitation, sitting beside the very beast that eats things like him for smaller things than breathing in its direction.
Dr. Silque Thaumaturge is a bite sized creature feeding off the scratchings of a bigger, much larger bite than he could possibly chew. In his time working for the madman known as Dread, he picked up things off the higher-ups and the filth at his feet. In the sight of Silque, his responsibility sat in the palm of the man that fed off his fear, the very flesh on his bones, the skin that settled tightly on his muscle, the tissue that nestled deep between the crevices of his bones, the blood that snaked through his body ready to burst at any given second when given a chance. For what's felt like only yesterday he escaped the grasp of his greedy, thoughtless Mother and Father; it could be just another day in the same life as it was with them when with Dread. Dread is a cruel, limitless brute in his eyes. A man that mocks the dead with more death, laughter and tears splattered across his filthy claws. In the eyes of the scientist the beast is a platter of food waiting to be served and devoured by mountains upon mountains of bloodthirsty, power hungry creatures just drooling over the remains.
And even in all that glory, here he was standing outside the very mans office that he frowned upon with ease and no regret. What was he to do with all those thoughts, let out sly remarks under his breath or give half lidded gazes? Such simple expressions and words or movements would risk his skull being trampled on under a boot. But he was smart, smarter than average. He wasn't apart of the idiots Dread surrounds himself in, and the both of them know that.
But Silque uses that to his advantage far too clearly this time.
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It wasn't too far later until the brute showed upon his door with a grimace, saliva oozing from the edges of his mouth. Each claw that dug into the loose holes of the surface on the door sent a shudder through the very building walls and floorboards. With each second that the lower form didn't answer, more rage built up in a faster pace than he could even consider. The silence in the building was cut off by rapid footsteps scurrying towards the large door, only to have it blown off his hinges followed by a bellowing roar that sent demons around screeching out of terror. Though, Silque himself let out no scream. His eyes wide with hysteric intensity, dragging across the bloodied body that belonged to Dread.
As dread hunched down to wall through the door way, his jaw fell open with a crack that echoed through the walls and down the smaller man's spine without mercy. A long, throbbing exhale spewed from the pits of his stomach and out his mouth followed by a string of dark, black saliva. His claws left scratches across his walls and floors from his feet and hands, muddy left over blood that nestled between cracks. As he stood up to his height, he slammed a large clawed hand against the ceiling and lunged forward towards his prey like a lion towards deer. Their bodies collided against the dirty floor with a shuddering slam, saliva splattering across Silques hair and face from the sudden impact.
His heart was racing, begging to be released from his chest the longer he was pinned against the ground like an animal. his chest rising and lowering as if he was gasping for air, but no air came out nor in. He soon realised he was being choked by the brute, but he didnt panic. He made shaken eye contact with his possible executor, watching the rage in the killers eyes swarmed in his pupil. As he felt his mind began to darken, the claws around his throat released his wind pipes; allowing the air he so desperately was gasping for swarmed his lungs at such a quick pace he broke into a coughing fit of gags and vomit building up in the back of his throat, though his relief was cut short the second he was lifted off his feet and slammed into the wall with a growl that sent goosebumps across his already possibly bruised body. With a failed attempt at opening his mouth to speak, he was met by an extended breath lathering his skin with moist heat and the foul stench of digested food and metal. Before he could let out a word his jaw was clasped in the beasts claws, having his head forced to look up and make eye contact.
— '' Fish boy. . Long time no see. It's almost as if you're hiding from lil' old me. Oh, but you know better than to disrespect me like that, don't you? ''
The voice that bellowed from the large, beating chest struck deep into Silque's heart as if he had been impaled with a spear right through his chest. He could barely utter the words that spun in his mind, words of pleas that would surely fall upon deaf ears and careless shadows of mockery and humiliation.
— '' I just want to talk . . i know you're not much of a talker, but i will force it out of you one way or another; Water boy. I'm sure you don't want that, but i cant say the same for myself . . ''
The killer leaned in further, letting his tongue leave a trail of saliva across his cheek and up to his ear, sending a cruel shiver through the mortified demon beneath him. A sly chuckle escaped through his teeth as-well as an exhale straight onto Silque's face. He pressed his teeth against his webbed ears, sinking them deep into the thin edge to draw blood. As to see the thick crimson beauty trickle from his prey, he let his tongue hungrily lap at the liquid without hesitation. He narrowed his lips, burying his face in the crevice of Silque's throat and whispered roughly against his skin.
— '' Let's not forget . . I OWN YOU. Your life is now mine and if i everso please i'll tear you apart piece by piece . . . think of it as being my property. . You belong to me and you can't leave. . EVER. ''
His words trailed off with a snarl, and thick saliva trickling from the side of his mouth and down his jaw, oozing through his teeth with starvation, making sweet contact with Silque's neck as he hovered over it; aching to just sink his teeth in like meat, Fresh meat just dying to be torn to shreds by his teeth. He pressed his face deeper into the bodies warmth, taking in the rich scent of salt that drove a ferocious growl from his mouth and vibrations into his body.
— ''. . Understand ? ''
