burst of darkness. Unyielding and consuming. Death isn't peaceful in those he condemned to it - neither is this.
He fights.
For a minute.
A second more through the spiraling world he's sure will end in a splatter of gore at the bottom of an AI's incorrigible being.
He isn't upset - not really.
Shido will die, even if Akechi has to crawl out of hell to do it. The man's fate worse than a splattered body in the stomach of a entity, off the top of a building, on the darkened carpet of a once pristine office.
Loki vanishes.
Back into the confines of his heart.
Call of Chaos dimming, nails against his skull in retaliation of its power. He tries to latch onto the spiraling ribbons around him - can't move enough to do it.
Then the memories start - visions of a world he's never seen, people he's never met, a voice of someone he knows well.
'Let me save them' - he doesn't give a shit about them. She can't either. 'Let me save them' as if the pitiful ants are worth consuming. Whoever the hell they are -
They can rot. He doesn't give a shit about her world, this one, or anything into Tokyo beyond Shido's corpse.
And again-
Falling.
Funny how the loss of his own life involves seeing BB's. Maybe there's nothing left of Akechi Goro to see and the world is filling all the empty spaces he created in a life chained.
'I'm a coward, I'm an idiot, I'm lewd - and you would still love and accept someone like me?'
It's pathetic.
Killed by strength, and all he hears is a pitiful fucking voice.
'Take them away. Take them far, far away-' and a memory of two standing together. Words uttered. Confusing. Fire and agony apparent.
It doesn't matter. He holds the words shared, the situation itself, in the back of his mind for when he returns from death.
His body doesn't hit a platform - blood doesn't spray, parts don't turn askew from never ending drop.
It's fine. He's alive and-
Maybe not. Maybe he's dead. Maybe a splatter occurred before his brain could register - couldn't process it fast enough.
He's on the goddamn moon.
BB is on the moon - flowers under her body like she's someone that brings life to a dead world, when it couldn't be more apparent it's the opposite.
An eye. A cell.
She stays silent - so does he. Unmoving as he observes the world around him and assess the likelihood of this being a fucking fever dream in the throes of death. Doesn't attack. Doesn't do anything.
Until he feels Loki - alive. Robin Hood - alive.
He's alive and he wants nothing more than her corpse to feed the flowers under her goddamn feet.
An exasperated laugh - an exhale. He shuts his eyes and tilts his head up to space before fixing a gaze on her again.]
You're something else - that's not a compliment, for the record.
cw: vore, violent thoughts, murder, suicidal ideation sorta???? dear lord
burst of darkness. Unyielding and consuming. Death isn't peaceful in those he condemned to it - neither is this.
He fights.A second more through the spiraling world he's sure will end in a splatter of gore at the bottom of an AI's incorrigible being.
He isn't upset - not really.Shido will die, even if Akechi has to crawl out of hell to do it. The man's fate worse than a splattered body in the stomach of a entity, off the top of a building, on the darkened carpet of a once pristine office.
Loki vanishes.
Back into the confines of his heart.
Call of Chaos dimming, nails against his skull in retaliation of its power. He tries to latch onto the spiraling ribbons around him - can't move enough to do it.Then the memories start - visions of a world he's never seen, people he's never met, a voice of someone he knows well.
'Let me save them' - he doesn't give a shit about them. She can't either. 'Let me save them' as if the pitiful ants are worth consuming. Whoever the hell they are -
They can rot. He doesn't give a shit about her world, this one, or anything into Tokyo beyond Shido's corpse.
And again-
Falling.
Funny how the loss of his own life involves seeing BB's. Maybe there's nothing left of Akechi Goro to see and the world is filling all the empty spaces he created in a life chained.
'I'm a coward, I'm an idiot, I'm lewd - and you would still love and accept someone like me?'
It's pathetic.
Killed by strength, and all he hears is a pitiful fucking voice.'Take them away. Take them far, far away-' and a memory of two standing together. Words uttered. Confusing. Fire and agony apparent.
It doesn't matter. He holds the words shared, the situation itself, in the back of his mind for when he returns from death.
His body doesn't hit a platform - blood doesn't spray, parts don't turn askew from never ending drop.
It's fine. He's alive and-
Maybe not. Maybe he's dead. Maybe a splatter occurred before his brain could register - couldn't process it fast enough.
He's on the goddamn moon.
BB is on the moon - flowers under her body like she's someone that brings life to a dead world, when it couldn't be more apparent it's the opposite.
An eye. A cell.
She stays silent - so does he. Unmoving as he observes the world around him and assess the likelihood of this being a fucking fever dream in the throes of death. Doesn't attack. Doesn't do anything.
Until he feels Loki - alive. Robin Hood - alive.
He's alive and he wants nothing more than her corpse to feed the flowers under her goddamn feet.An exasperated laugh - an exhale. He shuts his eyes and tilts his head up to space before fixing a gaze on her again.]
You're something else - that's not a compliment, for the record.