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     FLESH AND BLOOD WERE A MOTIF OF BEAUTY   in that moment of pure exaltation  ──  a SACRIFICE of pristine adoration for a forgotten God, a COMMUNION that led to the quiescence of the senses that they found in the warmth of that corpse, in its blood. Did he still want to be as revered as he used to be? What happened to the temples dedicated to him? Where was the faithful who knelt in front of his statues, carrying fat bulls to be gutted on the marble stairs, the incense spiraling towards the firmament while the augur read the entrails of the beasts to decipher the future and the outcome of battles? It had all been swept away by the sands of time, by the wavering memory, by the war that had broken out in Ashtar, which had marked the end of his species. He licked his lips as blood trickled down his chin, as more of it dripped from the tips of his fingers. The chaos seemed to let go of his limbs, his mind, his bones  ──  it was like a sticky substance that slipped away, but it was also a ravenous wolf that bit every piece of his person. Was he possessed by it, or was it an emanation of him that he still did not accept? For eons he had been something that, by now, had been thrown into oblivion  /  a fetid cell, enduring indecent torture, which had peeled his pride, as well as exacerbated a heart that would never find peace.

      HUNGER? What it was? A mere INSATIABLE DESIRE, which dug to the core of his soul  ──  a fire that burned everything! You could not imprison a wolf and tie it to a rope without fear that it will bite. There was wrath, there was resentment, there was a tremendous fury that would have set the whole world on fire if only he had wanted to, if only he had begun to release it from the marrow of his essence. RUIN and DESTRUCTION that would lead to death and then rebirth  ──  this was the essence of chaos, sparkling like an atom, seething in the center of his chest like a tiny star. A voice reached him, shaking him from his thoughts, making him return to reality, to the fragrance of blood, to the languid flesh that filled his bowels. A few remains lasted, which seemed to pale in the glittering lights of the city, in the darkness of that deserted street. A macabre smile curled the lips of the old Úlfheðinn, who raised his head, seeking the gaze of who had dared to disturb him. Who was that creature and what did he want from him? A cold laugh rolled out of the beast’s jaws as he rose to his full height, looking at the other with his silvery eyes.  ❝  Who would you be?  ❞  His voice was harsh and hoarse, almost as if it were nothing more than a dull growl, as he tried to decipher the motivations why that individual was there.

              ❝  ──  Who had dared to find me would have met the same fate.  ❞

     Fenrir answered one of his questions with that statement, then pointed to what was left of his victim with a nod. He crossed his arms across his chest as he studied the strange creature.  ❝  Instead, what would be your reasons for finding you here, in my PRESENCE? Also, I was wondering if you weren’t kind enough to approach me. You look like a vulture perched up there.  ❞  The smile widened on his lips, looking like a sinister gash  ──  a GRIN that would have frozen anyone’s blood, but the stranger was very different from any other person he had ever met up to that moment and this particular excited him quite a bit.

      COLD EYES REMAINED IMPASSIVE as they gazed from above, the only reflection of emotion being the smile on lips. It was an interesting situation, Alastor mused to himself, of two calamities being in front of each other, the wings of APOCALYPSE should they ever clash. He played with the idea in mind, wondering if both of them were revenants, to be at each other’s throat forever knowing death would never come. That would be too dull if it were true.

      Crimson may have painted his lips and fingers, yet it was oddly poetic. Proof of life on one’s hands, surge of power. Was the desired effect of the act to feel that livelihood? Chaos was like a SHADOW KING, always clinging to its host, always demanding tributes, his existence a mystery until it needed revealing. ❝ An observer. ❞ Short, true, even if the words weren’t revealing who or what exactly he was.

      Alastor would bet the other had a SEMBLANCE of an idea already. Just as he knew what the man below claimed was true. He would have made sure the others met the same fate, he would have feasted on them the same way as he did on the one bitten by the Grim Reaper.

      ❝ If all mysteries were solved with simple questions, there would be nothing to look forward to, wouldn’t it? ❞He rose from his position, lips pulled upward in an ambiguous smile. With a single step his body left the edge of the building, pulled down by gravity at the same instant. Softly feet touched the ground, arctic eyes keeping their focus on the other. The closer they were, the more he could feel the chaos from inside.

      Both his and his own. Two gigantic forces in each other’s presence– in each other’s path– only meant destruction. It was the way universe functioned, the greater force devoured the other, or both were ruined. He was familiar with the feeling, having felt it before, but he couldn’t help and be surprised every time it happened. The way he physically felt it. The adrenaline rush that surged, one that tightened his muscles and heightened his senses, whole body demanding a fight. It was screaming from the inside with manic grin to get drowned in the feeling, to name itself the Godslayer once more. Awful to control, that was what it was. He controlled it regardless.

      HE LOOKED AT HIM, TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN, different stories, different lives. It wasn’t something he had seen coming so soon. ❝ Names hold so much yet so little with me. You may refer to me as Alastor. What should I call you? ❞The better question was, what was the god planning to do? Did that chaos quench for murder and destruction or something else?

      A phone call rang in the alleyway, its direction coming from the corpse the other had left behind. A friend, probably. After the second ring, it stopped. He had interrupted the signal, but he knew whatever person called would get worried. They’d call other friends, then after an hour or two, they’d realize something is amiss and call the police. They may wait longer if the person in question tended to distance themselves before. More than enough for the two of them to get their business over with.

      A part of him wanted to fight the god before him, a part of him wanted to see what he was capable of with both of them staying intact. He didn’t like indecisiveness, and there was a way to see both. Fair enough, he’d bite. ❝ You don’t happen to be overly attached to other supernatural beings, do you? ❞

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She has her dead, crusty tulips in one hand and her other poised in the table, ready to hoist herself onto it if she had too. “Alastor, one more stupid comment and youse will feel my wrath so help me-“ / @maljefe

      HE HAD GROWN FAMILIAR WITH HER OUTBURSTS, finding in them more humor than deadliness. It would always start the same, like a dance, him commenting about something minor, her clipping back, him diverting it to something more, her getting roused up by it. At first it had started as a form of distraction, having a SUSPICION Loni was onto him, but over time it became an almost daily interaction that he enjoyed.

      HOWEVER, the feeling of suspicion remained. Ever since Loni had first started coming into his antique shop, she had started observing it. Side glances that would seem harmless, normal, but his eyes picked up on their trajectory. Whether she had a sixth sense for such things or personal experience, Loni was someone he HAD to keep an eye on. Which was the reason why he started frequenting her flower shop.

      ❝ Have you ever thought that this wrath has an underlying problem for it’s existence? I suggest– ❞ Words were cut off by dead petals in his mouth, ones that were able to find its target with her swing. He took the handkerchief from his pocket and wiped them off, giving her a look that was equally offended and amused.

      ❝ This was a waste of dead petals. ❞

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      WHAT IS WRONG? WHAT IS RIGHT? In the year 2113, people were given brain scans to determine how likely they were to commit a crime. Those who fail were apprehended, or even killed. Those who passed such a scan were given bright futures, their positions and jobs determined by the one system that knew it all — SIBIL SYSTEM.

      What happened when that system was faulty? What happened when it wasn’t united? Why allow a system to decide the futures of others? Why allow a system to decide MY future? Those were only a few questions that passed through Alastor’s head when he was still a child.

      His hue never got clouded, his psycho pass never rose close to danger levels, he was never under stress. THE SYSTEM WAS FAULTY. It was possible to bypass it, to do crimes without them ever registering on a Dominator. The only thing he needed to do was confirm it.

      He was 10 when that point got proven. He had stabbed a man multiple times, his coat and hands were covered in blood, and the police drone only registered the man’s crime coefficient increasing. The drone didn’t register Alastor at all. 

      If the system saw him committing a murder, AND DIDN’T REACT TO IT, then surely, that same system was either made of people like him, or was coded wrong. Either way, it was Alastor’s playground, just as much as it was Sibil’s.

     YEARS HAVE PASSED SINCE THEN.

      An explosion was set off downtown, the officers and enforcers running to catch whomever came out from the building. Men and women ran, their crime coefficients were over the limit due to stress and fear, while the real culprit drank coffee in a cafe shop, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

      An enforcer passed him, rather young, rather fragile compared to others. ❝ She’s already gone. ❞ When eyes turned on him, the cup was already at his lips again. ❝ The culprit ran away long time ago. ❞ / @dckja

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distopea

He was up to no good. He was ready to strike. His next move would be unpredictable. 

     … AND HE AIMED. 

      HE WAS TOLD HE WAS NO FUN BY MANY ― by the people who asked him out and he refused, by children of associates, by a random couple who were disturbing his peace as they made out. He disagreed. Their idea of fun was shallow, a mere shell of the word, one that was rooted in temporary pleasure of happiness rather than a longer lasting sensation. He knew better simply because he had been on this Earth longer than all of them combined. Yes, he wasn’t human, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t aware of their emotions. He had lived through their shallow moments 778 lifetimes already.

      He was simply coming to the lake to feed the birds. It had become a habit since a long time ago, and he was rather satisfied in their presence. Something about them made him happy, content, most animals did.

      He felt dull pain in the back of his head, and as he moved forward, the birds spread their wings and flew away. The ball that hit him dropped on the grass, and with a look that was able to melt and freeze the Arctic at the same time, he turned around. A sigh when his eyes fell on him. Not a human, not a full fledged god either. SOMETHING IN BETWEEN THE TWO WORLDS, and someone rather young, if he was to make a guess.

      He lifted the ball and approached the smiling individual, about to put it back in his hand. ❝ Yours, I believe. ❞ He drawled, a slight growl to his naturally smooth voice. Before he released the ball, it was turned to ashes in his hand, a smirk on his lips. ❝ Ah, my hand slipped. Maybe next time I’ll be able to return the favor. ❞ His eyes pierced his then, the smirk gone and only seriousness remaining. ❝ Do that again and I’ll have you join your ball. ❞

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tximidity

“I-Im coming out…” He realized how stupid it was to announce that only after it left his mouth, a nervous little sigh coming as his feet made the floorboards beneath him gently creak. Wearing their shirt though made him feel out of his element. And the buttons at the top were missing. “Thank you for letting me borrow it while mine dries. Um, it doesn’t look too stupid does it?” 

      ❝ Oversized clothing is always in fashion. ❞ It was expected with the younger’s frame being SO MUCH SMALLER THAN HIS, and as long as it provided some cover, it was alright. The situation alone wasn’t the most comfortable one to be in ― wearing a stranger’s clothing ― so the man was doing better than most would. ❝ It looks good on you. ❞

      TEA AND COFFEE WERE BEING SERVED ON THE TABLE, alongside milk and sugar. ❝ Mint tea and coffee. I didn’t want to guess which one you might prefer so I made both. Milk and sugar to add as well, if it’s to your fancy. ❞ He served himself coffee, with nothing added inside, and motioned for the young man to sit as well. His apartment was warm, and for a moment blue eyes wondered beyond the windows where the storm was still raging. ❝ It’ll last for a while. ❞

      The TV forecast did say there would be rain incoming, but no one mentioned anything about the storm that was outside. He was just returning from his office when it all started. Heavy rain which quickly soaked his pants despite the umbrella, ice which quickly followed, wind which made it impossible to hold it. Then he had noticed him, all soaked up and in the middle of the storm, looking for a cover. Nowhere he stopped was good enough, nothing shielded him from being drenched. Alastor was already in front of the door to his building, simply observing for a moment. Then their eyes met, A GAZE WHICH PLEADED FOR HELP MET HIS COLD ONE, and he simply shouted for him to come over. He didn’t have it in him to ignore such an unfortunate man.

      ❝ I’m Alastor, pleasure to meet you. Wish it was under better circumstances, but that wasn’t up to either of us. ❞ He hadn’t introduced himself prior, as the need to be in a dry and warm place was more important than mere formalities.

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      CHAOS. It was impossible to miss, impossible to ignore. Not when it was so familiar. Alastor breathed it in, wishing it to erupt and take everything with it, or to choke it and turn it into nothingness. Mixed feelings were always the worst, and he lacked impulses to have one overrule the other. It was feeding itself, sucking the life out of whichever miserable person found themselves in its path.

      Negative chaos, DESTRUCTIVE. One ruled by anger, hatred, fierceness, and hunger in beings, yet so free and necessary for the balance in the universe. Countered by positive chaos, one of CREATION. It had been a long time since he found himself so close to it, without having any of his influence on it.

       For a second heart beat faster, for a moment pupils dilated, tongue licked his lips. He was... excited? When was the last time he had felt such an emotion? A low chuckle vibrated through his body, mind amused how it was simply the nature of things to be pulled towards anything chaotic. Whether to be drained by it or to drain it. Such human emotions, such human behavior. Perhaps his time on Earth wasn’t for naught.

      His feet touched the rooftop of the building, one in the exact alley where the chaos was coming from. Crouched, arctic eyes observed from above how the other fed. A smirk tugged on his lips when the other’s gaze was on him, wondering if he saw him as another prey. ❝ You’re really subtle when you feed, aren’t you? ❞ He propped his head on his hand, slightly amused. ❝ What if someone else had found you? ❞ On closer inspection, the man below was surely one of the gods humanity had, his energy similar to ones he had met before. Which meant, POWERFUL. A trait that characterized them all. / @lupusxdei

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      EYES LIFTED FROM THE NEWSPAPER AT A NEW PRESENCE, scanning the crowd of newcomers in the park as they searched for the source. Faint, coming from a distance, yet powerful. He waited, trying to discern whether that presence was coming after him ( he may have made a few enemies during the years ), or if they simply happened to be there at the same time. The people there passed with only a quick glance at him, there to enjoy the nature, just as he was.

     Page was turned, the story of a recent gang raid took his attention, letting the other presence be. Not a tactic to draw them in closer, simply to focus himself on the story he was reading. Gentle breeze had touched the skin and tried to turn the pages on its own, Sun demanded the eyes close for a quick nap, birds chirped in the park to serenade all of nature. When it almost started working, ALASTOR GOT UP.

     The presence was still somewhere in the park, and his curiosity was piqued, however, he still came to simply enjoy the nature. A walk in the forest was always relaxing, it helped clear the mind, and he was able to remove himself for the fast-paced city. He took his time with hiking, often stopping to scribble something down in his notebook. When he reached the top, the same presence he felt was already there.

     ❝ Lovely day for hiking, isn’t it? ❞ He sat himself on a nearby rock, and took a sip from his water bottle. ❝ New York City was becoming a bit suffocating so I needed a change of place. What about you? ❞ A hunch told him she knew he was someone inhuman as well, but perhaps, just like him, she wasn’t someone looking for fights where there needn’t be one. Then again, living beings were always hard to predict. / @maljefe

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