#alive and verrry slightly hyperfixated on fc5

[writing-magpie]

Sin is Pervasive

TW: Gore

It’s surprising how much this man was still struggling against John’s men. With all the shit John had put him through, it was surprising he hadn’t given up his fight. Pride kept him going, refusing to let him submit. Pride, the most dangerous sin of them all. One sure to get you on John’s bad side.

The demon himself, John, closely followed behind the 3 men in front of him, his head tilted as his eyes stayed locked on the middle man, blindfolded, gagged and with both his arms and legs restrained, being dragged by 2 of his men that didn’t seem phased in the slightest. The end of his lips upturned into a slight smirk as he watched the helpless struggling of this new example for people - the Resistance mainly - to see, a new warning, a new decoration for his region.

His men tossed the new example to the ground carelessly. One of them moved behind John to keep watch with another as the other, his Chosen, stayed beside him, pulling Bliss flowers out of a bag. During these few small moments of nothing, the example that laid on the ground tried his very hardest to get away from where he was tossed, a small part of him hoping they were busy with something else. That was until a weight on his thighs and a cold blade against his torso made him freeze.

John was quiet for the moment, only his gleeful humming of “We’ll Meet Again” cutting through the muffled crying from the man stuck below him. His attention was purely on cutting a section of skin on his stomach off slowly, making sure the soon-to-be decoration could feel each layer of skin tear as his switchblade cut through him. His sobs and weak, muffled yelling only pushed the Herald to keep going just as slow, the sadistic smirk growing in satisfaction.

The piece of flesh was thrown to the side once he finished, the Chosen dodging it as he did before holding out a handful of Bliss flowers for John to take.

“If only you just said yes. None of this would have to happen to you.” He shook his head with faux sympathy. “But no, you just had to fight. You just had to fight against the Father’s wishes. I did tell you that your pride and wrath was going to get you killed. You really should’ve listened.” Despite the body growing limp and cold, he continued. Taking his time with the flowers. It needed to look perfect.

“It’s sad, truly. We were trying to save you from the impending collapse and you just had to resist.”

He didn’t pause as his radio crackled to life from his belt, one of his men's voices coming through. “Sir, the Deputy is here. They’ve cleared out the Copperhead Rail Yard.”

The mention of that Deputy clearing out another of his outposts is what made him pause. Annoyance clear as it rose. The Deputy - a fucking rookie - killing more of his people. He sat up straight as he thought, jaw tense and looking as though he would shoot the closest person to him. They needed to learn.

That’s when the distinctive look of sadism and some sick glee crossed his face.

He took another minute to think before standing and turning to his men. “You know what to do. Get to it.” They didn’t reply, they didn’t need to leave him waiting. Immediately they went to wrap the body in barbed wire and hung it upside down on the billboard whilst John stepped to the side and pulled the radio from his belt with a tight grip, leaning against a tree.

“Sin is pervasive,” He started, voice calm but with a hard edge. “It drives us to do unspeakable acts. I know the feelings that drive you. I know them... Intimately. But I can help you. Deputy.” The word was almost growled out as he spoke, voice starting to get lower and sound more dangerous.

“I can wash away these sins. It will be painful, yes, but it will be worth it.” His signature sadistic grin grew once again, and it was clear in his voice. “My people will bring you to me. Don’t fight it. I’ll see you soon, Deputy.” With that, he turned on his heel to head back to the billboard, taking in his work with a smile and outstretched arms.

“Perfect. Now!” He glanced down at his bloodied state before starting to head towards the pick-up. “We best get back to the ranch. I need to clean up before the baptisms later, I’m expecting a very special guest.”