Dragosani Kain
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- Posted: Thu, 12 Dec 2013 04:10:13 +0000
The Devil's hands went to work on the corpse, gouging with his clawed nails at the slain man's joints, pulling with hooked fingers and spreading the cooling flesh wide to unbury the machination of Man. Sloughing through his work with a madness of unbridled inspiration, this wasn't normally in Kain's repertoire but he was entranced in this new work. Morbid and beautiful. Sloughing and suction sounded amidst the gore strewn blind.
A pulse of energy rolled over the infernal creature who was hard at work, a tickle ran up his spine causing him to shudder half in revulsion and regret. He was missing a tremendous show of conflict, but, the compulsion to finish on the mess pulled his attention back to the macabre work. Kain began breaking the ribs from sternum until only the collar bones remain to hold the chest together, sweat creeped down his face and stung his eyes, slowing him, not at all.
Moments more and the muse would stop speaking in his ear, the spark lost on completion, or what he supposed, was a finished product. Kain rolled up the blood muddied sleeves of his coat and ran a razored claw from wrist to elbow, releasing the infernal magics of his lifeforce. The Devil's blood fell to the corpse's joints and pockets of the body that had been constructed, dead flesh seethed with new perverted life. Soon, the corruption would force its way throughout the body, capturing tissue and lingering remnants of the departed's life.
Kain rested on his heels, the wounded artery in his arm slowed the pumping of blood, his wounds slowly closing. A fanged overbite gingerly chewed at his lower lip, savouring the rush. It was a new experience and one, he felt, deserved looking further into.
The tourist's body lurched to its side, head lulling to the ground with dead eyes to stare at its reanimator.
A pulse of energy rolled over the infernal creature who was hard at work, a tickle ran up his spine causing him to shudder half in revulsion and regret. He was missing a tremendous show of conflict, but, the compulsion to finish on the mess pulled his attention back to the macabre work. Kain began breaking the ribs from sternum until only the collar bones remain to hold the chest together, sweat creeped down his face and stung his eyes, slowing him, not at all.
Moments more and the muse would stop speaking in his ear, the spark lost on completion, or what he supposed, was a finished product. Kain rolled up the blood muddied sleeves of his coat and ran a razored claw from wrist to elbow, releasing the infernal magics of his lifeforce. The Devil's blood fell to the corpse's joints and pockets of the body that had been constructed, dead flesh seethed with new perverted life. Soon, the corruption would force its way throughout the body, capturing tissue and lingering remnants of the departed's life.
Kain rested on his heels, the wounded artery in his arm slowed the pumping of blood, his wounds slowly closing. A fanged overbite gingerly chewed at his lower lip, savouring the rush. It was a new experience and one, he felt, deserved looking further into.
The tourist's body lurched to its side, head lulling to the ground with dead eyes to stare at its reanimator.