#here comes the deranged lunatic ready to Ruin Everything

[deadlydevotion]

He'd opened his eye to a world so far removed from the one he'd only just left, or had he been lingering between for years? He doesn't know and finds he doesn't care, not when he's been called from his well-deserved and supposedly final rest to....

To hunt Vash the Stampede.

Yes, that makes sense. He'd finally earned his rest and somehow or another Vash was the reason he was walking this pointless and horrific life again. In a manner of speaking, anyway.

He's not alive, not breathing, the gunshot that had ended his life a gaping hole in the side of his head oozing blood. It doesn't slow him down, doesn't make his threads any less effective. He can feel the city breathe but there's only certain points that stand out, that he's drawn to like a Worm to a light. Bright, living, ripe for torture and torment and pain but there's only one of them that deserves the worst he can offer.

He stalks off, intent on finding his prey, chasing that bright light in order to rip it apart.

"Vash the Stampede. It's been a while. I've come to bring you ultimate suffering, are you ready?"