Sechsunddreißig.

[achtundsechzigbu]

You. Will. Pay. You know who you are. Consequences, you will pay for them, and I do not just mean your privileges. The trip into that dungeon was much more enjoyable the second time.

Someone very important is here. Someone... yes. She knows the truth. She knows what he is. She knows what being torn apart feels like. Torn apart by a rabid dog who always seems to rebel. Biting the hand that feeds can be a dangerous hobby. Do you want to starve?

I still wish I had seen it. If only what I have no would have been something that existed then. No, these eyes did not see the way he crumbled on top of a pile of corpses and blood. What a beautiful thing. A sight for sore eyes, I'm sure. But I would have loved it.

It is almost worthy of poetry. A sonnet on his misery, carved into his flesh. A poem for those who he has killed, and those he destroyed. It could be a wonderful work of poetry! A shame I'm not much of an artist, I would adore to do a painting. I hardly count scribbling the words "Mine" and "Die" on the side of buildings terribly suiting. Ah, as you may have guessed, as far as I'm concerned, they are permanent unless someone else wishes to clean them up. I have no intention to. I think they are lovely.

I am no longer a sole survivor of this. A barely beating heart and flesh left waiting to be rebuilt. I have someone to share this with again. I had been the only one for so long. I must, must see her.

Lily. Such... a word. It is almost like a foul language to desperate ears. Blood stained, white hands, knowing his sin -- to know what he had done! I bet you are proud, Heine! So terribly proud! No, no! We must play soon. No excuses. And even if you deny it, I will find you. And we will play.

The creatures here are barely satisfactory.

That child was barely satisfactory. And it is against my recommendation to do that again. Lest I be forced to actually want to kill you. How fortunate I find mortal bodies to be little entertainment.

A good few days indeed.

Greed, do tell me you have no plans tonight. Or I will force you to cancel them.

Comments

/ voice post /

[unpopularpriest.livejournal.com]

Excitable, aren't you?

/ voice post /

[achtundsechzig.livejournal.com]

This is a day worth celebrating my dear elder brother.

/ voice post /

[unpopularpriest.livejournal.com]

You have a thing for Sundays, then?

/ voice post /

[achtundsechzig.livejournal.com]

I have a thing for my siblings, of course! Are you not joyful! You're the eldest, you should be proud of the survival rate of your younger siblings, Ernest. Such betrayal.

/ voice post /

[unpopularpriest.livejournal.com]

I don't think that's what they mean by familial love, Giovanni.

I'd rather I were the last and only, considering it all.

[aphonically.livejournal.com]

foul

[achtundsechzig.livejournal.com]

One name can sting like a thousand needles, loaded with nothing but poison and mercury.

[aphonically.livejournal.com]

Yes. Nill knows.

[achtundsechzig.livejournal.com]

Nill, no worries, ever. If you were broken, it would be just like those thousand needles.

[aphonically.livejournal.com]

Nill does not understand.

[greediguts.livejournal.com]

Oh my, pup~ Frisky tonight?

Nah, I had nothing big planned. I'm all yours~

[achtundsechzig.livejournal.com]

I am in the greatest of moods! I have not felt so... much like just destroying things for some time. Not out of rage, but out of joy!

[greediguts.livejournal.com]

A thing, am I~?

Well, pup, I'll slip on my little black dress, and we'll go dance, hm?

[achtundsechzig.livejournal.com]

You are so kind to oblige me. You know, I could paint the words in blood. That could be lovely.

[greediguts.livejournal.com]

Feel free to claw your words into me, pet, but I hope your memory is better than your choice of paper~

Private to Giovanni

[criedhavoc.livejournal.com]

I see her. What will Heine say?

Giovanni.

Bring him back when you're done playing.

Bring her back to me, as well.

Private to Mother

[achtundsechzig.livejournal.com]

...Oh! Will he even speak, or will he stare, choking on his tongue?

I will bring them both to you Mother. You will have what you desire.

[stingsharper.livejournal.com]

GI~OV~AN~NI

[achtundsechzig.livejournal.com]

Anemone. You have caught me in a great mood.

[stingsharper.livejournal.com]

Really?!

Does this mean that you'll want to spend time with me? Just a little bit, I'm so sick of stupid Dominic being around me all of the time. I'd rather have you all to myself~ No Sharing!

[achtundsechzig.livejournal.com]

Of course, of course. I owe you so much time, Anemone.

[gold-keyblade.livejournal.com]

Who are you calling a child?

[aphonically.livejournal.com]

... what did Giovanni do to Roxas?

[gold-keyblade.livejournal.com]

Giovanni tried to keep Namine from me.

[achtundsechzig.livejournal.com]

You are not to come places you are not invited where there clearly are hostile people.