[It's akin to drowning - weighted down by unstoppable power and wrath, a sprawling mass dragging him to the earth. He doesn't bother attacking.
why bother
They come back
They trap.
There's always more.
There's always more.
Always more.
Taken down to the earth
again and again
and again and and again.
He's down. Mass all encompassing - around legs, body and throat as if it will stop him. Nothing will stop him. Nothing can stop him. Loki is strong - Akechi is strong. A soul combined and meant to conquer everyone
everything
Even false gods spewing shit from thrones of stolen gold.
Azathoth - resplendent and brilliant. A man broken. Attacked. Taken by more than Akechi's knife - wounds were there, festering and burning. Akechi let it free - let the rot out. Wants to keep letting it out. Likes the way Maruki looks when it's all let out and-]
Screw you - I'll do anything to rip you apart! I don't care what the hell happens - you piss me off!
[Angry - so angry. He's
so angry
He's never angry. He's strong - vicious and cruel. Not angry, only propelled by profound need to drag the unjust down with him.
He'll drag Maruki down.
Become a righteous noose that tightens with every sin.
Eigaon targets a few centimeters behind Maruki.
Intentional. With meaning. Akechi is close - Akechi is close. He's so close. He can-
Dig into decayed spirits and drag it down, down, down into the writhing mass of shit he's forced to yield to.
Akechi slams his knife into Maruki's leg when he gets within his reach - whether he steps forward to avoid the attack from behind, whether he's there, whether he was alwasy there.
He's always there.
Always there.
An impossible to decipher timeline - there's the man, a blade, and a shared resolve between them.
It blade twists around muscle, stops at bone. He turns it askew until it's affixed. A guiding light.
Doesn't let go and-
Uses it as a grounding force to pull, drag, rip himself free of the mass around him - pointed tip into bone, exhaustion persistent and intense throughout his own body and-
It doesn't matter. It won't ever matter. Maruki is still standing and he refuses to lay at this bastard's feet.
A pop in his own leg - he would sooner tear himself to shreds than stay in its grip. A dizzying nausea accompanying it. A burning agony behind it. All forced down by the dull hum of Loki. He'll crush his own bones to kill Maruki. He'll do anything to kill Maruki.
The blade starts to slip from sweat and blood against his palms, shredding through a man's leg. He twists it again - digs it further down, hopes it goes through muscle and points out the other side.]
Worry about yourself, you stupid piece of shit! I hate you! I can't stand you - anything about you. Worthless piece of human garbage!
cw: violent thoughts, murder, violence, gore, suicide
why bother
There's always more.
Taken down to the earth
again and again
He's down. Mass all encompassing - around legs, body and throat as if it will stop him. Nothing will stop him. Nothing can stop him. Loki is strong - Akechi is strong. A soul combined and meant to conquer everyone
everything
Azathoth - resplendent and brilliant. A man broken. Attacked. Taken by more than Akechi's knife - wounds were there, festering and burning. Akechi let it free - let the rot out. Wants to keep letting it out. Likes the way Maruki looks when it's all let out and-]
Screw you - I'll do anything to rip you apart! I don't care what the hell happens - you piss me off!
[Angry - so angry. He's
He's never angry. He's strong - vicious and cruel. Not angry, only propelled by profound need to drag the unjust down with him.
He'll drag Maruki down.Become a righteous noose that tightens with every sin.
Eigaon targets a few centimeters behind Maruki.Intentional. With meaning. Akechi is close - Akechi is close. He's so close. He can-
Dig into decayed spirits and drag it down, down, down into the writhing mass of shit he's forced to yield to.
Akechi slams his knife into Maruki's leg when he gets within his reach - whether he steps forward to avoid the attack from behind, whether he's there, whether he was alwasy there.
He's always there.
An impossible to decipher timeline - there's the man, a blade, and a shared resolve between them.
It blade twists around muscle, stops at bone. He turns it askew until it's affixed. A guiding light.
Doesn't let go and-
Uses it as a grounding force to pull, drag, rip himself free of the mass around him - pointed tip into bone, exhaustion persistent and intense throughout his own body and-
It doesn't matter. It won't ever matter. Maruki is still standing and he refuses to lay at this bastard's feet.
A pop in his own leg - he would sooner tear himself to shreds than stay in its grip. A dizzying nausea accompanying it. A burning agony behind it. All forced down by the dull hum of Loki. He'll crush his own bones to kill Maruki. He'll do anything to kill Maruki.
The blade starts to slip from sweat and blood against his palms, shredding through a man's leg. He twists it again - digs it further down, hopes it goes through muscle and points out the other side.]
Worry about yourself, you stupid piece of shit! I hate you! I can't stand you - anything about you. Worthless piece of human garbage!