"I took you out of my existence."

"Only to crawl back into your arms. . ."

✦ Backstory

Part 1

They met under circumstances that were not the most common.A soldier of Russia, an assassin of the Republic of Korea, their target one in the same. The push and pull became a challenge of who could complete the objective first, the battle of strategy and wits, a waltz of talents that slowly fell into a strange sort of love. More like an infatuation of power. The two became an unstoppable force that often caused mayhem with their continued masquerade of challenge towards one another for the thrill. Even their children were not spared of their unorthodox displays of so called endearment. As soon as Zhenya was discovered to be growing in his mothers womb the bets were on the table of what he would be and yet again the two made it some strange game as to who would win. Would he be a Wrath? Or a Gluttony?A Wrath.The pillars of the church were swallowed in a menacing cascade of shadows made deeper than the secrets it kept inside its thickened walls. The lights that cast towards the heavens caught every edge of intricate details carved into the aged white stone, depictions of angels made into demons with a single shift of their beams.

Stains from the rain and snow slipped down the stone faces of each as if they wept knowing the lies they guarded were ones they could not warn of, the death and hypocrisy.Zhenya felt unease as the structure went by them knowing it was their destination. There was no indication of what this place really was or how the people inside were. When his parents spoke of the organization that ran the church it was in vague detail and little information but from what was gathered it sounded unrealistic and insane. The two had often challenged each other since the wrath and his brother were young, often trying to get the two to do the same since Zhenya’s brother, Vasili, was a gluttony like their father. There were pressures and intense moments for the two since they were able to walk, their mother and father pinning one against the other even though the two brothers did nothing but love one another and wish to be loved. But that was a dream in a home like this, one they couldn’t reach.The lights of the streets filled the darkness of the car with every passing as Zhenya stared at the nightmarish structure from the winding forest road wondering why they were being brought to such a place. Was it going to be better than the life they lived at home? Knowing his parents that too was a thought left to fall into dreams, his hand rubbing the shoulder of his younger brother asleep against his side while the memories of protecting him flashed with the light into his mind. Mother and father both would try to hit them, to make them more of what they were meant to be, they said. Zhenya often hid Vasili. The littlest of the two pressed into a little compartment in the wall they had found while he took whatever tortures were given, the wrath taking every hit, burn, or toss that came at him. Father often told them they were weak and he was disappointed that the two weren’t more like them and insisted they were treated the way they were to make them reach their full potential. Zhenya wasn’t sure waterboarding a 10 year old was how you went about such a transformation in power but it sure as hell made the wrath a lot more spiteful towards them and protective of his baby brother. They were 5 years apart but that didn’t stop Zhenya from thinking he was an angel, something so precious that he loved him as soon as he saw his little face when they came home from the hospital. The hazel eyes that stared up at him were full of so much innocence and the older Vasili got the more he was taken care of by his older brother, often given his portion of food or snuck snacks when he was restricted as punishment, Zhenya’s every desire was to make sure nothing bad happened to this precious boy that rivaled the sweet essence of a cherub. His smile would make the universe glow. It needed to always exist.Their car came to a stop in front of the staircase that led to doors far too big. When the door was opened for them to exit he didn’t move an inch, his grip tightening on his brother's shoulder as if he could make a shield with his body by pulling him closer. Vasili’s little form started to stir, a soft sound pulling Zhenya’s gaze from the giant metal doors to his brother who complained that his grip hurt. Right away the glare turned soft and he apologized, wiping the sleep from big tired eyes before fixing the mess of hair on his head. “Are we here now? Are we getting snacks?” Zhenya forgot. His parents had told the youngest it was somewhere fun with a bunch of different foods he could try but it had been a lie and the wrath did not have the heart to correct it until now. “No. They lied to you. But you will be with me.” The disappointing frown on the sleepy child’s face dug deep into his chest, hands pressing to plump cheeks until they squished the boy’s lips into something resembling a fish. The giggle Vasili produced relaxed every tense nerve in his body and that smile, though tired, was back on his brother's face. HIs own smile was small but reflected a love that was only achievable because he was the one that took care of him. An impatient clear of a throat told them it was time to go, the inevitable had crept to the edge of the car pulling Zhenya from his seat like a rag doll which in turn yanked him from his brother’s hold. With the look on Vasili’s face the wrath almost lost it, though he hid his rage so as not to scare the only person important to him if any harm were to come to him in that moment bodies would pile up in mounds of mangled flesh. Venom would enter their veins and he would pleasantly watch them writhe with a warning to their parents they would be next. Realty came back to him when small arms wrapped around his waist, the glutton's face pressed to his chest grounding his rage once more. Zhenya left no time to pass in wrapping the boy in his arms.“They scare me.” The voice was so broken and small against his chest. It was then he noticed just how much the boy was shaking, his brows knit in confusion of what could have possibly caused such a reaction. Zhenya knew the doors had been a staple of unease. His green eyes cast to the doors behind them, the metal structures threatening in their appearance. They reached, extended, curled over you as laughing in its knowing that it harbored hell beyond its iron rivets. “It’s just a door, little bug.” But that wasn’t it.The little shake of his head, the way his voice cracked when he said not that, but them. Them? Emerald eyes with slits for pupils flickered down to the dark haired boy clinging tightly to him, one arm extended and his gaze followed from the shoulder to the point of a little finger before they fell upon that which had frightened him so deeply. The mask that stared down at him was something that once looked human. Twisted, cracked, silenced. They resembled fallen kings, similar to those in fairy tales and history. Their features are cold exaggerations cast in pure gold, various shapes made to represent crowns riddling their heads. It made Zhenya’s blood run cold until his body was a frozen statue of pure unfiltered shock. Everyone around this man wore similar masks, each expression different than the last. The wrath looked to their parents as if to ask if they were serious and he could tell with one glance they were.“You, you can’t think this is normal. You can’t let us go in there! You can’t let them take us!” Red flickered from the wrath's pupil feeling the heated rage melt away any fear that had stunned him in place instead ready to fight. The masked men grabbed at their arms pulling them towards the gates of the underworld while their parents slipped back into the car waving them off as if this was a camp retreat for the summer, as if this wasn’t as fucked up as it looked. Zhenya ripped his angered gaze from his parents to his brother who was crying for them, for him. He didn’t want to be touched and they were squeezing the boy's arms so harshly he knew it would bruise and that just made it worse. Zhenya couldn’t control himself seeing Vasili so distressed. The wrath lashed out, his fangs pressed from his gums to replace his canines letting them sink into the first person he could lunge towards. He had to make it count, he only had enough for one bite. The venom burst into the arm of his brother’s captor, the scream the man gave off ringing deep into his ears. But there was no attention given to his cries. Desperate arms wrapped his brother into a protective embrace to hide him from the dying man. From all of them. The man dying on the floor was stared at by the masked men but no one helped. It was sickening the way they stared as if observing an experiment rather than watching one of their comrades die at their feet.Slowly they all looked back at them, the masks more menacing than before when combined with the fascination coating their eyes. It was more than obvious the two were not going to separate, a weakness later in their captivity Zhenya couldn’t exactly predict at the time, the two boys guided deeper into the confines of the church's walls. He looked back only once to see the man he had killed dragged out of the hall and somewhere he wouldn’t question further, he had Vasili to worry about and their destination. until they arrived at a rather bright room. A desk sat in off centered on the red rug, its surface clear and clean as if to fake the pure intentions of this place. It smelled of lemon and bleach which burned deep in the wrath's nose and he knew Vasili was going to have a hard time breathing. His brother's nose was sensitive to scents, the wrinkle of his nose and slight cough was cause enough to bring concern. Why was this room cleaned so completely when the rest of this ancient place looked like dust was its main resident? In front of the desk sat two steel chairs, a strange shade of white that the two were pressed into. The padding under his legs is stiff and uncomfortable like they were never broken in, as if they replace them often. It made this so much more suspicious. For a long while they were left there to sit in silence. Zhenya took the opportunity to look around, surveying their surroundings like he would be able to help them escape in his condition. Two men in the gold masks stood in front of the door they came in but only one by the red door to their right. Zhenya felt uneasy in its presence, more uneasy than he did staring at the giant metal doors to the church itself. This door looked like it held so much misery and darkness just in the chips of paint that covered its surface than anything he had ever seen.Death lived beyond that door, and Death emerged from it.The man that came from it was Death himself, he had to be. The mask he wore looked as if it was carved into an ancient block of gold, more ornate and intricate than the ones that stood around them. It resembled a skull bursting from the seed of a flower, producing a metaphor that death is always encased in life and there was no escaping it. A crown was carved onto the skull's head, the seed around it climbed into a point pressed up into a point mimicking the shape of a bishop's cap. He moved with confidence and superiority, his robes riding like dark inky waves behind every step almost mimicking the appearance of smoke plumes. The creature of a man took refuge in the chair behind the desk, adjusting various things on its surface until papers were handed off to him. Zhenya was sure to take in every detail, every movement, something he did well, having it beat into him with a literal sense by those that were meant to nurture him. “Kang Zhenya, 13 years old, Wrath, black mamba. Showed substantial promise and made a rather impressive, first impression. The other is his brother Kang Vasili, 9 years old, Gluttony. Undetermined but his appetite is rather impressive and shows potential. Two sons of Wrath Kang Min-Yeon and Gluttony Konstantin Malakov.” The briefing didn’t last long, the man in front of them said nothing as he went over the paper with their information spread across its pages. Honestly there was no way to tell if he was even looking at them or the papers being that the eyes to his mask were too dark to see anything, it made it so much worse not knowing them. But for some reason Zhenya could feel the man's eyes on him, could feel as if they were tracing every part and it caused the wrath to shutter deep inside. The creature stood in a way that made it seem as if the entire room grew smaller, his presence so strong it felt as if crawled over you and swallowed you up.“Welcome my new children. I am The Almighty, your bishop, your mother, your father, your God. Those you see around you are my loyal kings. From today on you will be the new seeds in the garden of the All Seeing Order. From today on, you belong to me. From today on, this is your new home. Your new life, your new existence. I am your future.” His arms lifted, palms to the sky like he was showing himself off in all his glory. The voice was a sickening mixture of fake care and obsessiveness, the tempo hypocritical in nature and deep in tone Zhenya couldn’t help but feel this man was insane and the urge to put Vasili behind him as the bishop rounded the desk was strong enough to move him. Though the fear was paralyzing, the will to protect his baby brother was stronger. The wrath glared up at the face of death without any fear visible in his eyes, the sight producing a sickeningly eerie feeling of excitement from those that were in the room. The defiance was something of a prize and something they needed to tame, a fire to be used against others but never to burn themselves.There had been more deaths along the way to their assigned rooms. The wards were sectioned by worth, Vasili pulled from Zhenya’s grasp and forced away down another stone hall. The wrath bit again, his fangs sinking deep into the arms of those that held his younger brother and even himself. Though he was not able to kill them all, two died, one quicker than the other with his venom levels being so low. But he fought for his brother to be returned even long before he was shoved into his room. Zhenya beat at the iron door with no other objective in mind than to get out and get back to Vasili, to make sure he was okay and no one was hurting him. His rage echoed through the room, the thumps of his fists muffled in the quiet halls. Zhenya wasn’t even aware of the presence behind him, slowly lurking closer, whispering for the boy to calm down out of his rage. Of course the wrath didn’t hear him, wouldn’t listen even if he could. Telling a wrath to calm down in a rage is like telling the ocean to stop producing waves or the sun not to be so bright. Hands wrapped around his wrists pulling the unstable wrath from the door and back towards the middle of the room. Zhenya fought, obviously. He didn’t know who this was or what threat they held so he fought, biting, even if it did nothing as of now, kicking, growling and yelling ro be let go. Lurching himself back in an attempt to get the stranger off him they both fell, his body falling against the stranger which added to the loud thump of their body hitting a metal bed frame crashing against the walls and Zhenya tried again to get the person to let go. “Stop! Your hands are bleeding! If you don’t stop, calm down and let me help… They will come in here and we will both get in trouble! Along with anyone else you care about!” The voice that came from his new captor was young, strong, somehow gentle at the same time. The words were said through gritted teeth, the pain behind them indicating the fall had definitely hurt whoever this was. Zhenya looked back, his hands still held at either side of his head, indeed bloody, but he was more concerned with seeing who was talking to him now. Golden eyes stood out on a face of freckles, a kid a little older than his age with a bed of dark curls against stark cheek glared with brows raised and annoyance. For some reason those eyes calmed the fire in his heart, his thought being that this is what Vasili felt like looking up at him. Safe.

Working there was always painful to witness.The auction house was another level to this hell, a place for disgusting money blanketed monsters adorning their own disturbing masks to buy a sin that did not meet The Almighty’s requirements. Numbered like cattle they were set up for display as young as 12, used as a profit gain and told it was all they were good for. Zhenya hated working the auction, handing out drinks as people touched parts of him though they knew they couldn’t do more, it was disgusting enough they had the thought they would. Today a sloth was on the podium. She looked scared even in her tired state, arms tied in front of her robed body that was visibly trembling. The wrath could do nothing, honestly he wished he could, but he had someone to worry about already and had no room to worry about everyone else.Like the streets of Venice masked people parade around their seats as they laugh, eat, purchase and drink as if it was a normal day. As if they weren’t buying innocent kids for reasons only the darkness could ever know. He continued to pour drinks and ignore the comments of those anticipating the day he would be on the stage for auctioning, whispering their many ideas of what they would do with the wrath if he was on their hands. It made his stomach turn and the obnoxious laughter suffocated his mind so much his rage was starting to crawl up his throat. If he could poison every person in this room he would fill their bodies with venom until the robust shape of their overstuffed bellies popped and entrails spilled all over the floor. Hours passed, 12 kids sold to those masked freaks but he was just happy Vasili hadn’t been one of the many snot-covered faces he saw wondering now how his brother was doing. Was he still eating well? Would he be safe while Zhenya attempted another escape in order to get him free? WIthout knowing where they kept his brother getting them both out at the same time was not only dangerous but it would be going in blind. WIth the gluttony being more behaved than himself the chances they would harm him for his defiant older brother’s inability to follow the rules were next to none, a thought that he would soon come to regret the odds. Laying in his room staring at the makeshift stars his mind went over his plan a million times to be sure there were no loopholes in its structure. The underground tunnel system would be open for auction transport and left open until the next morning in case of returns happening right away. There was another tunnel off to the right, it was usually closed off but with the power shut off to the electrical system down there it would mean that the door would become accessible without being known anyone touched it.As if his brain was on fire Alexei inhaled, rolling over to look at the wrath much older than the first time they met yet still thinking the same things he had that first day. “I can hear your thoughts from here.” They spoke in unison. The realization that Zhenya was mocking him made the sin of greed laugh quietly to himself. “That just shows you how many times I have needed to say such things. I know you are scheming.” His head shifted over to Alexei and though they couldn’t exactly see each other well they both knew well the expression their faces held. “You tell me constantly and I never listen, so why keep saying it?” The question was one he asked a long time ago and he already knew the answer that was going to be given. ”In hopes that someday you will listen.” This was the picture of insanity, repeating itself in wish for the result to change but they both knew that wasn’t going to be the case.“Don’t get hurt too much, beg for forgiveness when you are caught. I know I can’t stop you just, be careful. Please.” For a long while there was silence but the wrath wasn’t heartless, he took in a breath and nodded before he responded knowing full well he couldn’t be seen. He couldn’t promise, but he said he would do everything in his power to come back with little injury but there was one thing he could promise. “Someday, I will take you to see the stars.” They whispered together and again Alexei laughed quietly to himself.It was deep into the night by the time Zhenya made his move to escape. As he predicted the power to the lower levels was off and obtaining a key was easy knowing the masked kings in this area would be dead from drinking the poisoned alcohol he brought at the auction’s festivities. Cameras were easy to avoid after memorizing them so many times and since he had taken the power out in the tunnels the cameras that were left were easy to avoid. This was a lot easier than expected and though it should have seemed suspicious Zhenya just chalked it up to being experienced in his previous attempts, slipping through the access door and down the deeper set tunnel for a few miles. It was darker than dark here, no light seen for a while but for a wrath it wasn’t too hard to see. Though the only thing you needed to be aware of was the uneven floor, there were no branches to this system of caves and no drops making it a constant straight walk with an occasional 20 degree bend or less. At the four hour mark the light of a morning with a sun not yet risen came into view at the end of the tunnel. He had made it out and from here he had every plan to continue walking for the next few hours in order to get to the village nearby in order to steal a car or whatever else he could to get somewhere far enough this place didn’t influence it. The forest was quietly coming alive with the slow anticipation of the rising sun, his eyes needing only to adjust a little since the light difference wasn’t by much. This was the blue hour, the hour between night and day where the whole world was blanketed in a soft shade of periwinkle. It only lasted a little while but it was still beautiful to see, calming as quiet as if the world for a moment was frozen. His eyes looked to the sky still seeing a brief brush of real stars. The wrath inhaled the fresh air hoping one day he could enjoy the real thing with Alexei and Vasili beside him. “I will take you to see the stars very soon Alexei.”His gentle words and nostalgic smile were interrupted with a blunt crack to the of a twig from behind. Zhenya whipped his head around, a group standing a small distance from him as if they expected to find him here before he even escaped. How long had they been waiting? A golden mask of a king gleamed softly in the edging light of the morning break, wild eyes in a strange shade of muddy gold piercing down into his own from beneath it. “Why hello little lamb, awfully far from home aren’t we?” Every fibrous nerve in his body shuttered the urge to run back up into his mind, the itch in his feet pulling for him to step back and get away. “Oh no no, don’t run. I can see you want to. The Almighty wanted us to wait for you here, you know you are his favorite right? I have never seen him more attached to anyone else before you.” The king kept talking and the wrath felt no need to really pay attention to words he had heard a million times before. Did they think it was some kind of glory to be wanted so badly by someone so disgusting that it made you physically sick? The man touched him since he was young and these assholes think it is some sort of blessing to be touched by their ’deity’. The wrath's stomach almost wretched, feeling it twist and turn in the thoughts, trying to forget the memories as his foot turned to run when words stopped him.“He said he is willing to let you out, on occasions.” What did that king say?”“With supervision of course. You can bring your brother, and as you said, show Alexei the stars. Actually, The Almighty felt you would say yes to the conditions already that he let Vasili and Alexei out to see them earlier with the promise you would be back to see it with them.” Zhenya paused in his attempt to retreat listening to what was said. Of course he was cautious, completely aware this could be a trick in order to get him to cooperate. “Yeah right. You think I would believe that with the rules that place has?” Of course he wouldn’t buy into what the other was saying at all, the steps towards him pushing for Zhenya to step back seeing a phone pulled from a place under the dark robes. “Hear for yourself, Vasili speaking of the sky.” The king spoke as he played the audio. Indeed as the voice played it was his little brother’s, filled with excitement in his every word as he spoke about how pretty the stars looked and how fun it was to be able to go outside. The realization that this could in fact be true made him wonder what the catch is.“Nothing is free… what is wanted out of me?” The unison of laughter caught him off guard in an eerie sense. The echo through the forest disrupts some birds which for some reason made one of the masked kings chuckle quietly to himself. “Loyalty. The Almighty just asks for your undying loyalty. If you do that, then you and those that are important to you will be treated comfortably. You will even have the opportunity to live together as long as you give yourself completely to The Almighty. Sounds fair?” Zhenya knew there was a catch and this sounded exactly how he thought it would go. That man had been obsessed with him since the day he had walked into the walls of The All Seeing, but to the wrath it really did seem like the sacrifice was enough for the rewards. Being able to go outside with Vasili and Alexei on top of the promise of living together it didn’t even take long for him to come to a decision. “It’s a promise then, that they will be taken care of?” With the confirmed no Zhenya bit at his lip in thought and let out a sigh, it was a deal he couldn’t refuse and if becoming whatever to that man until he could kill everyone in the church was a way he could be closer to his brother so be it. He was willing to do this much.Being led back they held his arms under the explanation that they couldn’t make it obvious there was special treatment, the walk was quite otherwise; exempt for the occasional questions asked and answered about the details of the arrangement. Zhenya wanted to be sure the terms weren’t outshadowed by the conditions and so far they seemed equal, the only thing being that if special requests were given he would have to spend time in the red room with that creep. It seemed a given. As they got closer the wrath’s emerald eyes were cast to the ground as he pondered over everything suddenly realizing that Alexei was not in the recording but they had mentioned he too was taken out to see the night sky. “You said Alexei saw the stars with Vasili, why was he not in the recording? Didn’t he really get to see them too?” The main king that he had been talking with tilted his head staring at the wrath for a long moment without saying anything before he chuckled, the man’s eyes crinkling under the mask and for once he could see it clearly with how the rising sun illuminated them. “Of course he did, in fact he stayed out to greet you. See?” A hand lifted pointing upwards and to the far left just past Zhenya’s head in the direction of the large tree that sat in front of the church.He remembered how tall it stood, how menacing the winding branches reached out like it would grab at you if you got too close. His eyes followed the hand looking exactly where the man pointed and half expecting to see a smiling Alexei standing at the base of that frightening tree waiting for him. He would glare, arms crossed for taking the deal and though he would look upset a smile would spread on his face and the greed would wave him over. But that is not the image he was met with. Hanging from one of the outstretched branches was a body, limp and lank with a rope wrapped uncomfortably tight around the figure's neck almost cutting deep into the flesh. Dried blood botched onto a once white shirt and stained into light colored trousers that looked as if they had been pressed neatly before. Zhenya froze in place as his eyes slipped further up the corpse's body, fear sinking in and turning his stomach like a bad cold in reluctant anticipation. The face was Alexei’s but it was also not, it was like a doll made of the boy he knew mangled and deformed.Ravens sat upon the top of dark curls and a shoulder pickling at parts of him that Zhenya remembered being so beautiful. He was so deep into denial it took a moment to realize what was in the raven’s mouth, a golden eye that looked so familiar. Alexei’s face dawned a look of pure pain and sadness, his eyes missing from their sockets and still it felt as if this wasn’t real. All the emotions he felt were crawling desperately over one another unsure which should even be felt first and fighting for which it will be.Alexei, this corpse being devoured by birds of death, was Alexei’s. From what it seemed he had been killed hours prior so why was there an arrangement? Honestly there was no time to even comprehend that, to even think, Alexei was dead and Zhenya was in denial. His eyes welled, feet heavily sinking into the ground in some abnormal attempt at keeping him sane but really there was no way too. The scream that left his body was close to that of an animal, piercing through the skies and disrupting the birds that fed on his best friend’s body. A term he wouldn’t ever be able to tell the greed was in fact true. His feet finally moved, pushing for the wrath to pull him down from that hideous display. “No!! Noo!! Alexei! Alexei!!” Harsh hands, cold and callus grabbed Zhenya’s arms preventing him from getting any closer. They dragged him to the menacing iron doors, kicking and screaming to be let go, down several halls where even still his energy did not lack. He screamed for Alexei to be taken down, begged for them to give him dignity because this was not his fault, pleaded for them to treat him better and he would do anything.They did not listen. Instead they laughed, how could they laugh at something like this? It was a question he already answered long ago and should have known the answer too now, these people were sick and death was a sport to them. The tears finally fell down Zhenya’s cheeks, slipping over the pale masses in streams of emotion pet up from the years he had held them back pooling into a lake of his growing trauma’s. The room they dragged him to was one he had never seen before/ It was large in scale, the walls made of slated concrete rather than the white stone the rest of the building was made of and in the middle was a pillar made of mirrors. It was cold, the wraths breath stark puffs of vapor in front of his face showing how quickly he was taking in each breath of panic and distress.

Part 2

“Have you calmed now?”When Zhenya nodded he still wasn’t released but instead his hands held loosely at his sides as if a precaution. “I am Alexei, tell me your name?” Zhenya had no intentions of doing so. He had no idea who this person was. Trust was not something he gave out freely even if this person felt like they were safe, in fact that made him seem even more dangerous. Slitted, emerald eyes, watched the person in front of him as they cleaned the blood from the wrath's hands and spoke as if they had known each other for years.Alexei had been dropped here when he was 14 almost a year before Zhenya and Vasili were brought in, a product of two Greed parents sent here to be more like them. This place was explained to be a cult, erected in the image of making sins perfect to their destined desire. Many followed that all The Almighty, his words the law of the compound and no one was allowed to question or defy him. ’The Almighty are always watching’, it was eerie to know that all the eyes behind those masks reported to him. It was often that he knew things about you before you yourself did, using it to get you to submit if any form of rebellion was whispered. Honestly Zhenya wouldn’t be surprised if the walls had ears themselves. Alexei showed him the ropes of this place, told the wrath what he needed to do in order to be rewarded with seeing his brother and it sounded pretty straight forward. Obey, listen, do not resist.

"Knowing how much it would take away."

"Do you think we are really dreaming?"

The look in the older boy's eyes seemed dark when reciting the words and at first there was no telling him of what to really expect. The first night Zhenya couldn’t sleep, he was far too worried about his brother and figuring out a way to get them out of here. “I can hear your thoughts. Escaping is inevitable here.” Zhenya heard the shift of the elder's body predicting that he was laying on his side to look at him in the dark. “I know, I have tried. You need to listen and behave, for yourself and your little brother’s sake.” The creak of the bed on the opposite wall alerted the wrath wondering why Alexei had gotten up when the room was suddenly filled with little stars. His eyes had no idea where to look, finding constellations, nebulas, the galaxies swirled from the projector on the little table between them. “I missed the stars so my reward was to be able to see them. They will find ways to work around your requests because going outside these walls is prohibited.” Zhenya stared at the beautiful display and found it both agonizingly sad but strangely calming, that this would be the only sky he would be allowed to see from now on. “Pretty, isn’t it? I will let you look at my stars whenever you need to from now on alright?” Zhenya huffed, his eyes rolling as he shifted onto his side putting his back to Alexei and all the elder did was chuckle. The Greed tried his best the last couple days to get him to say his name, already guessing he was a Wrath by the slits in his eyes, but Zhenya didn’t make it easy for him to get close. The one thing he didn’t want to do was get close to anyone here because he was going to get out, despite what the other said. But it wouldn’t be easy. Zhenya needed a plan before anything, where things were located, layout and where Vasili was kept. Not only that but it was crucial to know where to get supplies and money for after the escape since going back home was obviously not an option. So it was in his best interest to behave and listen well, sort of, the only episodes of acting out came when the request to see his brother was continuously rejected. Zhenya couldn’t hold in his rage, the result ending with the death of another masked king, though the excited expressions this time around were unnerving as he was brought to the same office as the first day coming here. He was half expecting to be scolded, his feet taking him to the chairs that again seemed as if they had never been sat in. But he was stopped and pushed away from them, until he was brought into the red room. Beyond the red door. To meet death.Honestly he would have preferred death over the events that occurred in that room. His face was battered, his palms and calves stricken with a switch stick until they bled, but even that was not as bad as the horrors that came after. His body hurt so much, his insides bloody and torn making his legs practically useless. The masked kings dragged his defiled form back to his room, tossing him in a heap on the floor which caused Alexei to jump from his bed. The elder rushed to the wrath's side, his hands hovering over Zhenya’s body not sure where to touch or if he even should. Being hit he expected, being harmed he really did have a feeling the people in this place were capable of it but being assaulted the way he was never once crossed his mind. Even as Alexei hushed him, wiped his skin clean of blood with a warm wet cloth, Zhenya could only hope that this had not happened to Vasili. “Try not to move. Shh, shhh, do not move. It only hurts for a little while.. I told you, you have to listen here, you can’t rebel or disobey. I am sorry you had to find out like this, I am sorry they hurt you.” It took 4 days and 22 hours for him to heal completely, the doctor they sent in to help leaving medicine but always touching longer than he should. Alexei was still not any closer to getting him to talk directly to him, to get his name, but Zhenya was not able to admit that his comforts didn’t make him feel better. The elders arms became a safe haven in his new world of anxieties and horrors of this hell.A year passed since then and in that time Zhenya had, in his eyes unfairly, become close to Alexei. In times when it was needed the two would lay in each other’s bed just to have the reassurance they were going to be okay draped over them like a warm blanket. Escape had come to him once, his heart set on finding a way out for him and his brother even if it meant getting caught in order to understand what the best route was. His body was strung up in the cathedral, a bullwhip cracking against the stone floors as he was made into a spectacle of what was to happen to anyone else who tried to escape. The red room followed even with the boy bleeding out, half dead and only half aware before he was thrown into his room. The greed rushed to his side worried to death about him, stayed up to tend to his wounds and sing to him when it seemed painful. Even after all this Zhenya continued to get into situations that got him tortured more than the others hoping he would be thrown out or fall out of favor only for it to make him wanted more by The Almighty. The following year he tried again and the method of excessive discipline changed to something the wrath was so familiar with he wasn’t even phased. More torture, more escapes, more trouble and still he had no desire to stop what he was doing even when Alexei begged for him too. But how could he stop? He needed to escape this hell that dwelled on earth for his sake, for Vasili’s sake and even in passing thought Alexei’s sake came to mind too; though he would never admit his growing care for him.The assumption that this place harbored hell within its walls went beyond even such an evil place, if one were to even exist. Every night groups were brought to the cathedral to listen to The Almighty, his rules and the worship of the cult. You were forced to sit for hours on your knees with your hands clasped before you looking like a bunch of begging pigs while a man that has done unspeakable things to most of the kids in this room tells you why you need to admire him. It made the wrath sick. A few more years had passed since being here, 3 to be exact. He was 17 now and had only been able to see Vasili a few short times. But he didn’t at all look like he was suffering, in fact the gluttony looked more plump and healthy than he had back at their family home. It didn’t surprise him when Zhenya asked if anything bad had happened and his sweet little brother said no, he was always so good at listening and doing as he was told unlike the wrath. They slammed into each other like a force every time they were able to see one another. His arms were always so full with his brother in them, the smile he seemed to wear bright and warm like the setting of the sun on a long day. Snacks always sat in Vasili’s small precious hand which made Zhenya relaxed, always listening and watching tentatively to what his brother explained. “I have a roommate that's super nice! We share snacks and when I run out they always give me half of theirs, I feel bad cause I don’t like to share with anyone but you hyungie. I talk about you all the time though and they said I am so lucky to have a big brother like you!” His heart swelled to know that his baby brother had not gotten harmed here, was grateful even, but it also concerned him as to why. The wrath had gotten into trouble a few times, beaten more each time and often forced to visit the red room to be punished for every attempt at escape. Each time he was dragged back, finding the police not only corrupt but participating in what happened to the children there. Many people here were important figures or politicians with a disgusting thirst in mine whether that be torture or assault towards anyone weaker than themselves, the sum finding it easier to prey on those that couldn’t fight back. The punishments grew in severity but after a while they became something Zhenya was numb to, expecting them to do anything they could to break him but really they couldn’t. After they took away his ability to see his brother completely it just drove him deeper into finding a way out for them both.“You are so stubborn you know that?” Alexei laughed trying to lighten the mood as they sat on the floor of their shared room for what felt like the hundredth time, a clean cloth pressed to the wound that bled on his lip. They had beaten him again for attacking another sin who had said something about his brother, even if it was just a joke the fact remained that he would fight for him. Zhenya flinched away with an annoyed sigh, a hand pushing at the cloth that tended to him away to express his irritation. Of course it was met with insistence. The greed grabbed him by the back of the head pulling him back into place, holding him still by his nape so he could finish tending to the wounds on his face. This close he could see in detail the freckles on the elders face, the way they looked like the constellations they watched together every night. It was almost embarrassing how his hand twitched to move, the involuntary press of his finger to Alexei’s cheek lightly tracing over a few. Zhenya instantly retreated, shoving the greed from him and attempting to crawl back away from him only to be grabbed and held in place. Their eyes held and for a moment time stopped in front of him expecting his rage to lash out at any moment like it tried to before he was drugged in that room, but it didn’t. How could a bomb go off in a safe house?“What? What are you doing?” Zhenya spoke in a whisper laced with a bit of venom only because this situation added to the embarrassment he had already been feeling. Alexei’s gaze slipped from his eyes to his lips and back up, adorning a smirk soon after noticing just how aggressive the wrath was even through all the blushing that gave him away. “I am just thinking… if I kiss you and you bite me, dying for that would be worth it.” The glare he gave was instant and the sin of greed laughed, ruffling the dark waves on his head with a smile that Zhenya wanted to smack off his face. “I kid, I kid. You are just too fun to tease, little wrath. You barely ever show any type of emotion other than a scowl. It’s fun to see you blush. I also knew you were scheming again with your lip out as far as it was. You need to give up trying to get out of here like this, it's going on what? Attempt number 3? The first time you were brought back half dead from how bad they wiped you on top of going to the red room. The second time you were practically drowned from being waterboarded, which you were way to chill about after and I still find it strange. You are a favorite of The Almighty and yet you still step on their toes. That isn’t even counting the times you were taken to the dungeon and had, who knows what happened, done to you for fighting or killing someone. You need to take care of yourself. Not just for your own sake but for your brothers as well, Z.” Everything he said was the truth. The tortures he had endured through every attempt had been worse than the last and every torture in between. On a few occasions Alexei took a few hits for him to get the masked kings to stop beating the wrath in the halls which to them only gave them more things to use against him. For a short while they were even separated, Zhenya noticing just how hard it was to sleep without the other in the room even with the stars on. It almost felt wrong to look at them without the elder there. His head was rubbed suddenly, a hand under his chin making his eyes come back to the reality that is now and look into the golden pair in front of him. “I am just worried about you. Even if you don’t like me and I annoy the hell out of you, you are someone that has become important to me. Start seeing yourself as important too, okay?” The wrath couldn’t help but chuckle, completely disregarding everything that was said, but not exactly insulting it. “Someday Alexei, I will take you to see the stars.”Of course even with the warning, the pep talk, the scolding and the care Zhenya did not listen. He was, after all, ’the most stubborn and determined person on this planet’ as Alexei would often remind him. But you can’t settle in a place like this or they win. It was why he so often acted out, he wanted to show them they could not control something like him and he knew full well they wouldn’t kill him being he was one of the few wraths they actually wanted. Others obeyed, he did not, though that was dangerous in itself since it made Zhenya an unpredictable liability. It was their goal to get him on their side so they could use his rage to destroy many. Occasions came where Alexei would put himself between anyone who tried to do anything to him, reminding many and telling the new that the wrath was a favorite of The Almighty. ”To lay a hand on him is to raise a hand to The Almighty himself” It made Zhenya sick that he was so wanted by the disgusting creep of a man that it somehow protected his outbursts and defiances, but Alexei used it often. When it didn’t work then the sin of greed often took the hits for him making Zhenya annoyed that he owed the man since he always made sure to milk every moment he could when being taken care of by him. If a single part of him bled, his leg or arm hurt, it was woe is me and exaggerated whines for help that often had him feeling secretly like a big brother again despite being the younger of the two. “You smile a little even if you want to pretend you don’t like caring for me.” Annoying. But he still took care of every wound willingly, scolding Alexei only to be scolded back for not being more aware of himself and careful. “I would take hits for you if it meant you wouldn’t get hurt.” Alexei was always so sappy.But Zhenya was alert to his surroundings and others schedules when informed of his duties for the day, something everyone here shared parts of. They ranged from cleaning, training, medical evals, the garden or helping in the auction house. Since he had gotten here the medical evals were a priority. For himself they often held him down taking blood from his veins and pressed the venom from his fangs like some kind of animal, injecting him with who knows what that made him groggy and sick to his stomach for days. The gardens were unspeakable, a place where bodies of kids or kings killed were buried to enrich the soil. The training consisted of was brutal, sin against sin to see who would prevail with no rules even if only one came out of it alive; children against children and if you wouldn’t fight you were beaten and sent away. This led to the auction house.

The pillar was opened and inside hollow showing that the mirrors were in fact two ways.Zhenya protested while being pushed forwards suddenly feeling as if he was claustrophobic, begging further while being shoved inside with the door shut behind him. It was a whole new type of discomfort being stuck in a tight cube able to see how big the room around him was but confined to a space he couldn’t even see the walls too. Banging on the glass the wrath screamed to be let out, desperate to get the king’s attention who ignored him completely without a single glance in his direction as they left him there alone. What was this place? Pressing his hands to the four practically invisible walls he tried desperately to find a weakness in its structure, a place he could press hard enough and escape but there was not one. It was well made, too well, though he knew it would be knowing that the things kept in here were sins. How many before him had been stuffed in this tiny space staring at a room with so much space they couldn’t reach. The psychological damage this would bring seemed immense, the theory of being trapped and knowing there was a whole world out there it was like a metaphor for the church itself only made more extreme.This place was freezing, another metaphor to the chilling fear and inability to escape the cold breath of death if you don’t meet the requirements of The All Seeing and The Almighty. His fingers started to hurt a while ago only now going numb, trying desperately to warm them under his arms while plagued with the images of Alexei rushing through his mind. Tears kept falling quietly from his eyes piercing a cold touch to his cheeks in burning paths that stung. Where was Vasili? Had he met a fate similar to his friend and they were saving it for later just to destroy his mental state in segments? The thought had him sobbing yet again knowing it was his fault that those who were not involved were brought into the situation due to his continued actions. Zhenya should have kept in mind what these people were capable of, the punishments before so miniscule that any threat he had felt for the church before had practically diminished. The wrath ripped himself apart for thinking he was immune to their rule, for reaching too far thinking he would be the only one harmed and not see his world burn around him instead.There was no telling how long he had been in here, his stomach was empty and his body weak with lack of hydration. No one had come or went, no one had brought food or come to check on him, he had been left completely alone. The sound of a door opening made his body jerk, the echo loud through the practically empty space making it all the more creepy. Sitting up the best he could with his shivering and stiff form Zhenya waited to see who had come in, ask if he was getting out and how long he had been left in here for his lips and fingers to be blue. The wrath’s green eyes went wide upon seeing Vasili’s smiling face as the boy skipped deeper into the room accompanied by two masked kings. Zhenya’s reaction was instant. Relief filled the expression on his face, ignoring the way his dry lips cracked and bled. Seeing his brother happy and healthy, alive, his body was suddenly filled with a newfound warmth. Pressing his hand to the class he rubbed his thumb against the glass surface with love and affection knowing the gluttony could not see him through the mirror. He was thankful for that, the last thing he wanted was for his little brother who idolized his strength to see him so weak. The moment was so serene, the smile on that face always able to light up an entire room only emphasized by how plump his cheeks had gotten. Vasili made funny faces, laughing and dancing a little in the mirror, playing sweetly with his own reflection making it known how innocent and pure he was. They were both so preoccupied by the moment Zhenya didn’t notice the masked kings creeping up behind the gluttony like dark storm clouds ready to swallow a field of wildflowers. Before anything could be done a hand reached forward digging deep into the soft locks of their unsuspecting victim, rearing his head back and slamming Vasili’s face into the pillar of mirrors. Blood slid down the clear surface staining the invisible wall with red and Zhenya stared in horror before he screamed. Vasili’s face pressed harshly into the pillar’s mirror right in front of the wrath giving him a sickening view of the shock and pain his brother was trying to comprehend. Seeing the scared expression on that precious face made him go feral in his actions, bent down like a beast as he clawed at the barrier between them.But that was only the beginning of Vasili’s torment.Clothes were cut from behind, fabric pulled and torn as his little brother sobbed and begged for them to stop. That he was scared. That he was being good. Zhenya screamed with rage watching what was unfolding, knowing what was about to happen to the one person that didn’t deserve it. His hand pounded into the glass over and over until they bruised from the fractures that slowly grew to breaks, but the pain was numb compared to seeing his Vasili defiled by two men. He begged, cursed, screamed, cried, raged, threatened, broke, to get out and save him. But it was futile, the structure would not give and all he could do was watch and try to get out until his weak form burned for him to stop before he could no longer move. Vasili also begged, cried, repeated that he would be good, to know what he had done, for them to stop, that it hurt. The screams from his little brother's lips would haunt him till the day he died knowing he was not able to prevent such a sound from ever passing those soft lips “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Vasili my sweet solnyshkuh I am so sorry... I’m sorry, please stop!! PLEASE!!” Zhenya had slumped to the floor of his cold cell unable to notice the cold against his cheek, feeling the heavy sobs slowly fade and fall into a void deep inside himself. His world was set on fire, staring at his unconscious brother’s broken face. He regrets every moment he didn’t take him with when he escaped and just ran. He regrets thinking his brother would be safe because he was the one that always behaved. A purple, mangled hand traced the boy's head petting against the glass between them while mumbling his apologies and comforts in an attempt to keep his sanity. The men sat off in the distance laughing and drinking without any regards for the half naked form they left sat bleeding on the floor. Zhenya would give anything to wipe away the tears that still fell slowly down his cheeks made more plump by the swelling. Watching his brother’s breaths become staggered and shallow, his body shivering and jerking while it tried to curl closer to himself even in his sleep made the rage bubbled deeper in Zhenya’s chest. When he gets out they are the first to die but for now he just wished he could scoop up Vasili’s fragile body and hold him, hide him from this cruel world. At some point his body gave out and though he had fought it his eyes closed, jolting from his sleep to an empty room. Vasili was gone and so were the men that had harmed him, his brother’s blood dried on the glass and floor being the only indication they had ever been there. That the nightmare had been real.He had gotten Vasili harmed in the worst ways and he couldn’t even be there for him.Time was non-existent here, there was really no telling how long he had been in here, just that he felt like he was dying. Zhenya felt as if he could just let himself fade away but knew how selfish that was when Vasili still needed him, needed his big brother to come and save him. Again the door opened and masked kings filled into the room in a row making a golden path of loyalty for The Almighty to walk through. The door to the pillar opened and a crumbled version of what the wrath used to be lay still on the floor exactly as he had been. “Oh my child, my sweet sweet serpent. Look what has happened to you my lovely, you look so broken. Were my gifts not what you expected?” The heat of the hand touching him was painful against his freezing cheek jolting his mind back to the present where he took in the scene before him. The Almighty was sitting on the platform where he lay, speaking nonsense and the rage he had felt before came rushing back like a million roaring lions, his body rushing to grab at the man’s disgusting robes. Though he had minimal strength Zhenya still hissed through his teeth with venomous malice as he spoke, pulling the man down closer. “Wh-Where is he?! Where is my b-brother?! Where is Vasili?!” The fire in his spirit didn’t last long feeling a wet heat spill from his nose, blood trickling onto his lips blinking through fluttering lids while his vision blurred. He could feel his strength begin to lessen as he dropped slowly back down to the podium he was on. “My sweet serpent, you will see him soon. He is resting after what you did to him, it’s been a few days and I think he should be recovered soon. But my sweet sweet boy, you are going to need recovery too.” Fingers slipped through his hair pushing the strands out of his eyes which soon closed completely. Zhenya wouldn’t awake for a couple days, his mind filled with the images of what had occurred since his return, branding themselves into his memory to always look back on as his biggest mistakes. They needed to get out of here before something else happened, before his brother became a play thing or worse part of the minor auction and given away to some stranger who would do who knows what. This time the wrath would get them both out at the same time but that meant planning differently.After waking up the recovery took a long while, his body had been badly damaged internally from the cold being a reptile and he needed to be heated slowly to prevent anything further. In this time it was easy to pretend to be unconscious hearing everything that was said about the church's schedule and inner workings. In 3 weeks time The Almighty and several masked kings would be gone for a tour of revelation to spread the word of the All Seeing to those outside this hell. This was information that was of use. Zhenya had every intention of using this to his advantage, but for now he needed to play the loyal dog and fool. In exchange for seeing his brother and making sure he is safe the wrath spent 2 days in the red room tending to The Almighty’s every request no matter how much it hurt, in this time he was able to get more information as well as find out the location they were keeping Vasili in. For a long while Zhenya just stood outside the door watching his brother lay in bed through the little window on it. He felt ashamed to go inside knowing deep down he was to blame for the agony he was in right now. It took all his strength to stop himself from bursting into the room and dropping to his knees to beg for forgiveness, his hand shaking against the handle before pushing the door open and making his way inside. Seeing Vasili jump up in fear had his heart sinking further into his chest not at all deserving of the look of relief on that sunken face. “Hyung...” The tears that fell he hesitated to wipe away, holding the boy's face in his hands noticing how much weight he had lost since the last time he had seen him. So healthy, so bright was the face before and the one that stared back at him now was a shell of the sunshine it used to be. “I am here, I am here my solnyshkuh. I will always protect you.” The gluttony wrapped around him and for a long while they just sat there embraced in silence, his head petting through the hair he couldn’t reach before and feeling every fiber in his body pull at his will to cry. But he would not, this time he would be more than strong he would be unstoppable in protecting him. As they sat in each other's arms Zhenya whispered securities in his brother’s ear along with the plans he had for escape, all Vasili needed to do was make sure he was in his room the day they were meant to leave.All the plans were falling into place and this time he was sure it would work. He had found out the reason they had been able to wait for him during his last attempt at escape, extra cameras had been put in and not long after he had cut the power the backup generators had come on. The plan would have been foolproof if not for that one thing and now that the wrath knew, it would be easier to get past it all. The weeks went by with his visits becoming more regular, it meant visiting the red room more often but any schedule changes or delays were easier to find out this way even if it disgusted him. It felt like no time at all passed when the day to leave finally arrived, The Almighty leaving hours before and Vasili getting ready in his room as he remembered. Zhenya made sure to get clean up duties so he could get to the generators he found out where in the basement opposite the laundry room, unplugging every single one so they wouldn’t have an opportunity to kick on. The security cameras were next, knocking the power to the whole place before going to get his brother from his room. Slipping through the corridors was the hard part, being sure no one saw them since he wasn’t the only creature here with nocturnal eyes would prove to be difficult but it was the cameras being off that made it more possible. Zhenya was careful not to take the same system of tunnels he had last time, mapping out one a little more complicated but it would spit them out in a different area in case the masked kings put two and two together and wait in the same place as before. This meant there was a few more hours of walking and at one point he was carrying Vasili on his back when the younger mentioned his body starting to ache. He didn’t mind one bit carrying his little brother this way since he had many times before, a particular memory of a bloody knee and soft tears coming to mind. It seemed for distant the innocence of that summer when they were young playing in the gardens of their family home when they shouldn’t be, he would have smiled if it weren’t for the most recent events with Vasili’s blood involved.The end of the tunnel came quicker than expected with the wrath in his head as deep as he was, his eyes looking up at the night sky slowing only a little in memory of this hour when he had escaped last. The tears that fell down his face were silent so as not to disrupt the sleeping gluttony on his back while remembering Alexei and the horror he had been subjected to. He knew they couldn’t stay here long but Zhenya could not bring himself to move his feet just yet, turning to look back at the entrance of the cave system feeling the guilt of leaving his body. “I will come back for you, I will show you the stars someday.” The words were whispered to no one but he felt deep down, hoping mostly that they had been heard by who they were meant for. one but he felt deep down, hoping mostly that they had been heard by who they were meant for. Finally his feet let him move, carrying on into the woods with no disruptions on the way. It seemed the plan was a success the further they got from the hellish church grounds but it did not mean they were safe in any way just yet. Even if they had gotten this far, The Almighty See’s All was not just a slogan to express the masked king's part inside the walls. The little villages between it and the city also ran under the cult’s ruling, Zhenya experiencing it first hand in one of his previous attempts when he ran into a cafe with relief of being saved that the officer they called and the owner himself were in fact regular patrons at the auctions. There was nowhere they could go in the village ahead with the cursed tattoos they wore on their necks, a red eye that signified your power and value by how open it was, lest they be taken back.

"Can someone tell me where I am?"

"I'm running out of sand."

Part 3

The wrath had planned for this though. WIth daybreak approaching he quickened his steps toward a cabin he had seen the last time he came through, a little abandoned structure that sat just far enough from the village for anyone to really look for them there. It was dusty inside, there were spiders on the wall, cobwebs blanketing the ceiling, but he could make it work for now with a little cleaning up since the plan was to only stay here until nightfall came again. “Vasili, dear, please sit here while I dust the bed yeah?” The little body stirred on his back, eyes half opened while hands rubbed the sleep from them while he nodded in reply to the request. Taking the sheets and pillow case outside he was happy they didn’t smell like mold or mildew, flicking the dust from their fibers until they no longer puffed with debris making the bed soon after for them to sleep. The spiders were disposed of while Vasili slept, everything moved around until it was all secure and every exit was mapped out while Zhenya fought off his urge to get some sleep.The battle was lost quickly, slumped over on the bed with the gluttony wrapped tight in his arms; they both slept through the day as if it was a normal occurrence in their daily routine. This was what the wrath wished for, this is the way he hoped they could live when they got out of this place and as far as they could from it.

"When the nightmare goes."

✦ Blurbs

✦CHOOSE ONE TO THREE✦✦ "You may not think I can see it but there is a fire in your eyes you need to let out ... If I did that, the whole world would burn."✦ "What is your favorite thing to eat or do you just live off parental issues and negativity? ... No, sometimes I live off self loathing."✦ "Why won't you tell me about yourself? I told you about myself ... Yeah and I fell asleep / Did I ask you too?"✦ "You, you killed someone in front of me. How could you do that? I won't be able to sleep now! ... That sounds like a you problem."✦ "You, you bit me! You bit me!? Am I going to die?! ... You might, I don't know."✦ "What do you mean you are to busy to eat? I don't care about your stupid company diet, you are eating! ... Who are you again?"✦ "E-Eden... you are Eden! Oh my god! ... Crap."

"I've been feeling distant."

✦ Plots

✦EYE WITNESS✦You just witnessed a murder whether it was your boss, co-worker or just someone that you saw in the crack of a vip room in a club you saw them die. Zhenya saw you. You either show interest that annoys Zhenya with how pushy you are to be told why and how or you are not sure what to feel and he has to keep tabs on you. You were about to go to the police out of guilt when the report came in on the news that the man was evil and assaulted many people along with a few policeman that helped him cover it up. What will you do? Open✦DEATH BECOMES YOU✦The White Rose Killer murdered someone you loved, cared about, was close to or knew and you wanted revenge. You wanted to know why this person was mindlessly killing innocent people, of course you did not know at the time the person you were upset about was evil beyond any. You start to stalk the vigilantly until you discover his identity, ready to force an answer out of him by force if you after. When you do after you can't believe any of it at first. This can turn into a realization they were your attacker all those years or that they attacked a friend or someone else closer to you and no one had believed them. Open✦KINDA LIKE ART✦The body made you sick but you couldn't look away from it. How did that many roses fit down one persons throat, was it even possible? Whether this is seen in the morgue, in person, through photos or another way you still can't look away. You stumble upon the website for the White Rose killer where people share their mutual love for the masked man of justice. You wanted to witness them in action, see how it happened, how it worked, who the hell was capable of doing this. Open✦FAMILIAR REGULAR✦Zhenya is either a regular at the place you own or frequent and you can't seem to place why they seem so familiar but you notice he is always alone. Something compels you to try and talk to the strange yet familiar person only to realize the pretty and gentle face had an aggressive personality. Open✦IDOL RUN✦You work in the same industry or see Zhenya being harassed by fans so you intervein by puling the idol away. Of course you think yourself a hero, proud and thoughtful, ready for a thank you and praise but that isn't at all what you get. Instead you are met with glares and sighs from the idol. You are baffled yet intrigued why the heck he looks like a puppy even though he could definitely kill you. OpenMORE TO BE ADDED...

"Just way out of control."

• warnings
• venom
• tail
• scales
• the hunt

✦ Gallery

✦Zhenya's Eyes Under Contacts✦

✦Zhenya Snake Form✦

✦Cult Tattoo On Zhenya's Neck✦

✦The Almighty✦

✦The Almother✦

✦Kings✦

✦The Auctionier✦

✦Church of The All Seeing✦

✦The Auction Room✦

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✦ NSFW

"I made it carefully to your side
That's when the lights turned on and you were just a lie."

"I waited endlessly all night
Looking up at all the fireflies in the skies..."

✦INDULGE✦Hair pulling (g), Name calling (g), Anilingus (r), Squirts, Blindfold sex (r), Face sitting (g), Pinning (r), Grinding (g & r), Dominating (g & r), Restraining (r & g), Voyeurism (g & r), Caressing (r), Light BDSM, Serviced (r), Body worship, Breeding, Food play, Mirror play, Selective melolagnia, Edging, Quirofilia✦REPEL✦Scat, Watersports, Bile, Choking, Temp play, Non-con, Age Play, Entrapment, Knife Play, Somno, Poly, Roleplay, Gagging, Impact Play, Beastiality, Pet play

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✦ The All Seeing

✦Hierarchy✦

"And as you lay down your grace to me the skies begin to bleach red, and the stars begin to fall"

✦ Their Roles

"I feel myself changing as my world starts dividing I'm going. I look upon you one last time as I set my wings on fire"

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