#( VERSE02. CORRUPTION ✰. )

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@nobilitylost  // starter for asmodeus

He had thought them untouchable in their mountains and evergreens. They were eternal, everlasting — yet all this ancient wisdom and centuries of life succumbs to death , snuffed out in a mere day.

He has no idea what to do.

Fang Jin does not understand their weapons, their strength, the reasons. He only knows that he shall never rest until the smell of their burning flesh fills his nostrils and the taste of their blood coats his tongue as he tears into these offenders. There is no use for justice, he only needs vengeance. — but that is a story that shall never come to past if he dies here. He is limping along the path, a trail of red behind him, the only strength he has now is anger. Where he goes is a mystery, but there is a scent of strength here, an old power that he can barely grasp at.

“Please,” he exhales a shaky breath — “help me.”

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THE SUN BLARES,  SCREAMS ALMOST AS LOUDLY AS Bobby Peru through the merc’s old speakers.  Brian Epkeen beats at the wheel a half-second behind,  rolls through the campus of Cape Town’s grand university and thinks he’d find more cheer in a graveyard.  Pinned above every door,  stuck on every badge,  the UCT’s slogan,  *spes bona,  seems a far away ideology.  He slows to allow two young girls across the road,  and both duck their heads into the tarmac and rush on by.

Three girls in three weeks,  it’s no wonder faces are sheepish and spirits are low.  In spite of what the  President will stand on his podium and gladly declare,  crime is rife and overtly emotional.  Congress is still rocked by the murder of a prominent nationalist’s wife not two month ago.  Brian had seen her;  and it was rage blunting her face,  rage having broken her skull,  not peace,  not acceptance.  Pure,  unadulterated rage.  This country is still healing;  at the moment it’s a wound oozing depravity.  And now,  three girls,  three weeks.  The young ones are particularly vulnerable on Saturday nights,  as this case has proven.  Yet,  it’ll all be swept under the rug if Kruge has his way;  the easier to move on.  Brian thinks moving on must be quite the luxury;  looking into the eyes of a young girl’s father and admitting to no leads as to her brutal death had rocked him rather.  He understands;  even the loss of a lowlife like David would ruin him.  He does not want another week,  another Sunday spent destroying a family’s life.

The music shuts off,  and the hot air inside of the Mercedes fleetingly welcomes the pitching timbre of birdsong.  A malachite sunbird lifts its head to warm its breast as the sun dips and dances off the dorms’ windows.  Brian squints.  It’s a still day,  the heat is like a blanket you can’t shrug off.  Hardly parked but with his car slung across two spaces,  he scoops up his takeaway coffee,  now more liquor than caffeine,  and takes the steps up two at a time.

The halls remind him of a hotel;  cream walls,  cream carpet.  Light and ostensibly luxurious or homely.  This is up-market compared to some;  no paint peeling at the corners,  a vending machine on each corridor,  and plush leather seats spattered about a large common room.  He thinks he knows where he’s going,  counts each door as he goes until he finds what he’s looking for.  His knuckles are bruised,  some skinned,  but he doesn’t flinch as he knocks.  Once,  twice,  and again.  His badge is in hand,  the sun sparks off it.  Lackadaisical,  he almost forgets his sunglasses,  is still peeling them off his face when the door swings open,  allows for him a slightly blundered greeting. 

‘  Detective Brian Epkeen,  ’      It’s a script,  from which sandpaper lips reel,      ‘  You’d be Ms. Porter,  am i right?  ’

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Verse01 - Port Mafia Executive - PM(Main) Verse02 - Still Growing - Fifteen/Dark Era Verse03 - Second in Command - BEAST AU Verse04 - Change of Fate - Armed Detective Verse05 - Corruption - Early Years Verse06 - Caught in a Whirlwind - Mystic Messenger (Mint Eye) Verse07-  God of Calamity - Noragami Verse08 - Short not Sweet - Aus

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