//Set the World Ablaze// "My anger will burn forever, and nothing will survive the flames."
The journal itself looks like it has seen better days. It's old and the leather is heavily worn as it can easily be seen that the brown leather was once dyed black. It's held together by a large brown leather strap. In the top right corner sits a metal cross emblem that looks almost Celtic in nature. Within the leather cover, the pages look like they've been hand sewn in as the edges aren't straight in the slightest. The pages are also yellowish from age as the writing within it is like black scribbled lettering upon the dark brown lines. Almost like someone had been taking notes or possibly writing about ones life.
Eyes: Yellow Hair: Dark Red Skin: Tanned Male Height: 5'11" Female Height: 5'3"
Birthday: March 31, 2010 (Reborn date) Sign: Aries-Tiger Gemstone: Aquamarine Power Source: Fire and Dreams/Illusions
Orientation: Horny Relationship Status: None Likes: "Body Warmth", alcohol, killing, thrills. Dislikes: Humans, Interference, Authority, Metas, the cold. Fears: Being confined, being controlled, Kagyaku's inevitable betrayal. Main Goal: Kill Rasiel, Alice and Andy Main Fear: Sonnet dying.
Commonly Known Facts: There aren't many since Obby doesn't usually make themself known to everyone. The biggest things they are known for is being a firestarter, being a cambion, and being a murderer. Highly Protected Facts: Obby is still plagued by their "human" half as shown by secretly caring about certain people and refusing to kill children. Also, no one knows their birth last name, and is a highly guarded secret. Overall Personality: Flirtatious and seductive. Either gender is very libido-driven when not on a personal mission to kill someone. They make a lot of jabs with sarcastic remarks and is always sporting a wild murderous grin as the thrill of killing really gets them going. They also have a bit of a temper when their well-thought out plan doesn't go the way they expected.
Hobbies
Flirting: Obby flirts with everyone. That's just what they do. Inflicting Pain: Obby gets a thrill out of hurting others, especially if they like being hurt. That's even better. Causing Chaos: Obby gets an even bigger kick out of causing chaos and panic in others. Watching the fear in their eyes as their "true selves" are revealed in the heat of chaos. Fascinating.
The Good
Level-Headed: Obscurite is actually fairly level-headed, carefully planning out their moves and patiently anticipating what is to come. As long as the plan is followed, everything is good. Protective: Obby is secretly very protective of those they've established a deep connection with, though that's rare these days. It's a trait they used to have when they were alive the first time. Focused: Obby is focused on their goals and nothing can stop them from continuously moving towards that goal. It's always on their mind, and they will hyper-focus on things they feel are important. Strategic: As stated previously, Obby will come up with very detailed mental plans on what they will want to do. Though, it sounds like a loose plan, every possible outcome has already been thought about and explored. This is why it makes Obby very angry when something "unexpected" happens.
The Bad
Morbid Sense of Humor: Obby finds humor in very dark places and isn't above making a joke or mockery of someone who they just killed. Often, you'll find them laughing about some pretty morbid things. Sadomasochist: Obby loves receiving pain as they derive pleasure from it and they absolutely love inflicting pain on others, especially if they get pleasure from it as well. Coming On Too Strong: "Nice boots, wanna ********?" Obby doesn't beat around the bush often. Depends on the mood and who they are talking to. But they often just get right down to it. Shameless: Obby has no shame about the things they do. Flirting, murdering, causing chaos. Nothing pushes her regret (if she had any). Temper: Obby has a horrible temper when things don't go her way, especially if something deviated from a plan they thought out carefully. The anger isn't so bad lately since their "gift" to Rasiel.
++++• • •//Dominate» Level 6| Can control others through short commands for a few minutes at a time. Weak-willed Metas and Humans can be completely controlled via commands.
Effect Power
Level 1. range 5ft [Duration 1 Round] Level 2. range 10ft [Duration 2 Rounds] Level 3. range 15ft [Duration 2 Rounds] Level 4. range 20ft [Duration 3 Rounds] Level 5. range 30ft [Duration 3 Rounds] Level 6. range 35ft [Duration 4 Rounds] Level 7. range 40ft [Duration 4 Rounds] Level 8. range 50ft [Duration 5 Rounds] Level 9. range 60ft [Duration 5 Rounds] Level 10. range 70ft [Duration 6 Rounds]
++++• • •//Vicissitude» Level 7| Can effortlessly change between Male and Female, though the more they change, the more concentration it takes.
++++• • •//Dream Weave» Level 5| Can enter the dreams of others, they have to be sleeping already. If a host is willing, Obby can put them to sleep as well as control the entirety of the dream. If the host starts fighting back, Obby will gradually loose control of the dream as they continue to fight back.
Effect Power
Level 1. range 5ft Level 2. range 10ft Level 3. range 15ft Level 4. range 20ft Level 5. range 30ft Level 6. range 35ft Level 7. range 40ft Level 8. range 50ft Level 9. range 60ft Level 10. range 70ft
++++• • •//Presence» Level 5| Obby can influence and even change basic emotions of others. Also can entrance others to be more susceptible to their commands. Only works on weak-willed Metas.
Effect Power
Level 1. range 5ft [Duration 1 Round] Level 2. range 10ft [Duration 2 Rounds] Level 3. range 15ft [Duration 2 Rounds] Level 4. range 20ft [Duration 3 Rounds] Level 5. range 30ft [Duration 3 Rounds] Level 6. range 35ft [Duration 4 Rounds] Level 7. range 40ft [Duration 4 Rounds] Level 8. range 50ft [Duration 5 Rounds] Level 9. range 60ft [Duration 5 Rounds] Level 10. range 70ft [Duration 6 Rounds]
++++• • •//Corruption» Level 6| Can bend willpower traits like fear, obsession, and temptation. The stronger-willed the Meta already is, the more they have to concentrate/use power.
Effect Power
Level 1. range 5ft [Duration 1 Round] Level 2. range 10ft [Duration 2 Rounds] Level 3. range 15ft [Duration 2 Rounds] Level 4. range 20ft [Duration 3 Rounds] Level 5. range 30ft [Duration 3 Rounds] Level 6. range 35ft [Duration 4 Rounds] Level 7. range 40ft [Duration 4 Rounds] Level 8. range 50ft [Duration 5 Rounds] Level 9. range 60ft [Duration 5 Rounds] Level 10. range 70ft [Duration 6 Rounds]
++++• • •//Self Mending» Level 7| Obby can drain the energy of someone they are physically touching to heal themselves. Also can lick any wounds closed (not just their own) in a way of cauterization. Though it will hurt on anyone who cannot handle extremely high temperatures. (Approx. 500F)
++++• • •//Burning Flame» Level 7| Obby can create fire from thin air at temperatures of up to 1800F, but usually stays around 1000F naturally. They can also super heat their whole body to 150F.
Active Power
Level 1. 1d6, range 15ft Level 2. 2d6, range 30ft Level 3. 3d6, range 45ft Level 4. 4d6, range 60ft Level 5. 5d6, range 90ft Level 6. 6d6, range 130ft Level 7. 7d6, range 180ft Level 8. 8d6, range 230ft Level 9. 9d6, range 300ft Level 10. 10d6, range 400ft
Resistances
++++• • •//Fire» Level 7 |Obby is immune to fires up to 1800F, and is resistant to anything above that to 5000F. [14]
++++• • •//Control» Level 6| Obby is resistant to being mind-controlled or even influenced by mind powers. [14]
++++• • •//Dream Weaving» Level 7| Obby owns their dreams. As such, it's really hard to enter their dreams and even harder to control them, especially unnoticed. [14]
Weaknesses
++++• • •//Temptation» Obby cannot resist a good deal or the chance for a bargain or a game of chance. Also any temptation for the things they like are hard for them to resist. [6]
++++• • •//Children» Obby cannot kill children. They refuse to even hurt them. They just cannot bring themselves to do it without feeling bad, and will likely find a way to "accidentally" let them get away. [18]
++++• • •//Holy Powers» Any healing or holy powers are critical damage. [48]
++++• • •//Sonnet» Something about her stops Obby dead in their tracks. They are unable to hurt her and are actually even likely to comply with most of her requests. Obby is always on guard about Sonnet since they know Sonnet could easily lure Obby into a trap if they aren't careful. Sonnet seems to be the only person that Obby "cares" about. (No defense when it comes to Sonnet.)
Health: 100 Stamina: 56 Base Movement: 30ft [Running: 60] Base Physical Attack: 3d6 Base Defense: 3d6
Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2016 3:40 pm
Family Ties There can be no family. Only me.
[Mother] Name» Uriel Valentine Age» Deceased Race» Unknown Occupation» Unknown Hair Color» Blonde Eye Color» Green Skin Tone» Soft Peach Likes» Oron Dislikes» Anyone who hurts her child. Biography» Though she looked like your average human, there was something odd about her. She had been known to start fires from sheer will of her mind. She lived in a corrupt world but managed to do what she could to survive and to protect her only son. In the end, she was killed in front of her son when her usefulness to the facility she had been captured for was ended.
[Father] Name» Krdan Voidrune Age» Unknown Race» Incubus Occupation» Dreamweaving Hair Color» Dark Red Eye Color» Yellow Skin Tone» Tanned Skin Likes» Women Dislikes» Getting Caught Biography» He's an incubus...
Color Coding: [[• Shitlist • Watch Your Back • Don't Care • They're Okay For Now • Not Too Bad • Allies • Touch Them, You Die •]]
Name»❝Thoughts❞
Alice»❝First person on my shitlist. She's finally dead. In the most delectable way possible.❞ Andy»❝Second on my shitlist. You're next, b***h.❞ Rasiel»❝Third on my shitlist. Little mister f*****t. I'll finally kill him, but not without making his life a living hell first.❞ Deskri»❝He's actually kind of fun to mess with. And I made a deal, so I'm not done with him yet.❞ Aiden»❝Little girl trying to be a big damn hero. It's cute that she thought she could take me. I want to show her what I'm really made of, and light a fire in her so hot there'll be nothing left.❞ Mirabelle»❝b***h made me look a fool. She'll pay for that. Ohhhh, she's gonna pay big time.❞ Delilah»❝I've got my eye on you...❞ Sonnet»❝I don't know what it is about her... I'm glad she doesn't seem to be around anymore.❞ Kagyaku»❝Allies for now. Maybe a little more than that at times. He's fun to mess with. Just biding our time for now.❞
My demons are begging me to open up my mouth I need them mechanically make the words come out They fight me, vigorous and angry, watch them pounce Ignite me, licking at the flames they bring about
I sold my soul to a three-piece And he told me I was holy He's got me down on both knees But it's the devil that's tryna
Hold me down, hold me down Sneaking out the back door, Make no sound Knock me out, knock me out Saying that I want more, this is what I live for
Hold me down, hold me down Throw me in the deep end, watch me drown Knock me out, knock me out Saying that I want more, this is what I live for
Selfish, taking what I want and call it mine I'm helpless, clinging to a little bit of spine They rush me, telling me I'm running out of time They shush me (shhh), walking me across a fragile line
I sold my soul to a three-piece And he told me I was holy He's got me down on both knees But it's the devil that's tryna
Hold me down, hold me down Sneaking out the back door, Make no sound Knock me out, knock me out Saying that I want more, this is what I live for
Hold me down, hold me down Throw me in the deep end, watch me drown Knock me out, knock me out Saying that I want more, this is what I live for
Hold me down now Hold me down now Hold me down
I sold my soul to a three-piece And he told me I was holy He's got me down on both knees But it's the devil that's tryna
Hold me down, hold me down Sneaking out the back door, Make no sound Knock me out, knock me out Saying that I want more, this is what I live for
Hold me down, hold me down Throw me in the deep end, watch me drown Knock me out, knock me out Saying that I want more, this is what I live for
The existence of demons was a constantly contemplated idea, but it wasn’t too long before all the questions that had been surfaced of demons and other mythical creatures had finally been answered. A woman named Uriel had claimed that she had been visited by a demon in her sleep and was seduced him to bear him a child. As usual, she was labeled as a lunatic and confined to a hospital that could help her with her delirium. After she was found to be pregnant, questions began to arise about the father. Uriel was convinced that she had been visited by a demon and she would bear his sin, in the form of a child. Nine months came and went as she slowly slipped into silence, never talking to anyone for a long time.
One dark night, she went into labor, and after many hours, they soon found something wrong with the baby. Something had prevented him the baby from leaving. They prepped her for surgery and gave her a C-section. Gasps had filled the room and spread into the halls of the hospital. Uriel’s delusions were not fake, but in fact real. The child she had bore had small horns and yellow glowing eyes. The child was indeed the result of Uriel’s visitation from a demon in her sleep. It wasn’t too long before the press had found out and crowded the hospital corridors. Days went by that they continuously tried to interview her and take picture of the baby. Some demanded the baby be killed, and others wanted to research the baby for their own personal gain. Too many reports crowded Uriel as she began to panic. “Give me my child!” she screamed over and over again. As again and again she was refused. Something welled up inside her, something hot and burning as she closed her eyes tightly and just wished for everyone to go away. Just disappear.
The explosion in the hospital was reported everywhere in the news, alongside pictures of the demonic looking baby. Uriel had taken the baby within the confusion of the fire and had run away as quick as she could in the night. She had fled to the nearest city that knew nothing about the baby’s peculiar condition, or at least yet. She acquired herself a new identity, a new home, and kept her son hidden from the world as best she could. It had been days since she had seen her son. She gazed upon him lovingly as only a mother could. “My beautiful son.. your name shall be Oron.”
Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2016 7:06 pm
//Obscurite's Backstory #2: Age 6//
Oron had tried with all his might to hide who he was. Many times, he had been called a freak and a monster. He spent many days alone and without a friend. His mother tried her best to keep him safe but many occasions had shown that he was not accepted in this world. He did not belong in this world. He would never fit in. He had spent many days hiding in the alleyway near his home, an apartment in the outskirts of town. He’d sit alone and contemplate ending his life so that he could just get rid of his mother’s burden.
“Hello there, what’s your name?” a small voice had spoke to him. Oron lifted his head slowly, not expecting to ever be talked to. Usually people yelled at him, kicked him and call him a freak. He merely stared at her, waiting for her to scream in horror and run away.
“Can you not speak? My name is Lucia. Would you like to play?”
Oron looked at her questioningly. Shouldn’t she be running, shouldn’t she be hiding. This small girl should clearly be able to see he wasn’t human. He had horns afterall. The small girl held out a hand to the boy with a smile. Oron stared at it for a bit, contemplating his actions. He then reached out and grabbed her hand gently. So soft. He had never felt anything so soft as the touch of another human being besides his mother. He stood and waited for her to do something. The girl began to run toward the playground out in the open, pulling Oron with him. He became scared, he didn’t know where he should be going out to the playground. She led him to the swing and positioned him near one and then got up on the next swing. “Come on!” she called out happily and began to swing. Oron hesitated and then slowly crawled up on the swing and tried to start swing. He didn’t know how, so he rocked back and forth slowly, mimicking her moves. She laughed and a smile started to surface on his face. He was starting to feel happy to be here, the girl was laughing and it made him feel safe and wanted.
Suddenly, Oron felt something hit the back of his head and it knocked him to the ground hard. Confused, Oron struggled to pull himself back up. He felt something drip onto his leg as he looked down. He saw something red dripping down onto his leg from his head. Putting a hand up to his head, he pulled his hand down to look at his hand covered in a sticky red substance. His eyes grew wide with fear. The girl screamed loudly and Oron stood quickly to look at her. She was staring horrified at him. Oron began to panic as his breath quicken and he froze up, staring down at his red hand. Another sharp pain hit him again in the head as he was almost knocked over once more. Another hit his leg and another hit his back. Oron began to scream, horrified by the feeling as he turned around to see what was going on. The girl kept screaming. “STOP IT! NO! STOP!” There had been three older boys who had collected a bunch of large rocks and had been throwing them at Oron. “GET AWAY FROM HER YOU DEMON!” they screamed. Before he realized it, he began to run, but not for home. He began to run toward them. He knocked one of the boys, knocking all the rocks out of his hands. Oron picked up one of the large rocks and began to hit the boy as hard as he could in the head. Hitting him over and over again until the boy stopped struggling. Oron paused as the screams of all of the kids around him echoed in his ears. He dropped the rock and stood, peering down at the boy. He wasn’t breathing. “HEY! YOU, KID!” a deep voice yelled out from the side. A man was running toward him.
Oron broke out into a run away from the playground. He ran as fast as he could all the way to his home where his mother was. Slamming the door behind him, he slid down and curled up into a ball and cried. He just wanted it all to go away. He heard banging on the door from the outside. Uriel had entered and ran to Oron. “Honey, what happened?!” she exclaimed, looking over the wounds he had attained and panicking at the amount of blood on his face and hands. She helped Oron aside and opened the door and went outside to talk to the man. The door shut behind her. Oron could hear yelling and arguing. He continued to stay curled up, scared of the world behind that door. He could hear the man demanding justice, claiming he knew who Oron was and that he would call the police and tell them where they had been hiding. Uriel protested offering anything to keep him from reporting them. She offered everything, and he continued to yell. They argued for many hours before the man’s voiced had become distant and faded away. Uriel had entered again and walked into her bedroom, crying to herself for hours. Oron watched her sob, and eventually cry herself to sleep. Oron had remained curled up in the corner the whole night, eventually falling asleep himself where he was.
Oron hadn't seen Lucia since that day at the playground. He had put the idea out of his mind of her being a friend. She had screamed to see him in the end, he told himself. He woke up to see the house was dark, even in the daylight. He heard many noises, rumbling, crashing, and muffled words. Oron sat up in his bed, staring at the bedroom door, curious about the sound he was hearing. Sliding out of bed slowly, he approached the door slowly, as he pressed himself against the door, trying to listen to the words. He opened the door and looked out into the hallway. Nothing. He could still hear a bit of rustling coming from his mother’s bedroom. Something didn’t sit right with him. He could feel her pain, he could smell the fear irradiating from her room. Oron grabbed the doorknob slowly and turned it, pressing the door slightly ajar. He peeked in and his eyes went wide with horror.
There was a man with his mother. She was bruised in her face, and was crying. Oron watched, frozen, eyes wide, his heart sinking in his chest. His began to clench his fists, anger welling up inside of him, like a flame set ablaze. He shoved open the door suddenly. “GET OFFA MY MOMMA!!” he screamed as he ran up and pounded his fists against the man. The man growled and shoved him aside violently. Oron was knocked into the nightstand and fell over. “Oron, h-honey, please… p-please just go back.. b-back to bed..” she asked with a weak voice. Oron looked over her, tears in his eyes. She was bruised all over. He felt helpless as he just watched the man blatantly ignore him. “..s-stop it… stop it, STOP HURTING HER!!” he cried out, tears overwhelming him.
The man growled even more, “Get that kid out of here!” he yelled as he got up, and pulled Uriel up as well and flung her lightly toward Oron. “H-honey. Please… listen to mommy now. Y-you must go back to sleep now. Th-this is all… j-just a bad dream.” She couldn’t help but cry, ashamed that her son had to see her this way. “But momma! This isn’t a dream! I have to save you! We have to get out of here! We have to go to a different place! You said we were going to go someplace where we could be free!! Please, momma!!! Let’s run away!!! Let get out of here!!!!” he rambled, sobbing as he spoke quickly, tugging at her arm to follow him. Uriel choked back more tears as she walked forward enough to let Oron leave the room and then kneeled down to face him. “Oron, sweetie.. I’m trying to protect you… run away from here… far away from here… You must understand.. He’ll tell everyone we are here if I don’t do this.. They’ll hurt you if they find you.. so just go. We’ll be together one day.. I promise.” She pushed him lightly then shut the door on him, locking it. “MOMMA!!! MOMMA!! MOMMA COME BACK!!!” he screamed as he pounded against the door with his fists. He hit the door repeatedly until he had no more strength to hit it. He fell to his knees and rest his head on the door and just screamed until his voice went raw and he couldn’t scream anymore. He could hear his mother screaming out in pain on the other side and there was nothing he could do to help her.
Finding the strength to ignore the yelling, he stood and turned away from the door, his face stained with many tears. He closed his eyes tightly and gripped his hands shut as he took a daring step away from the door. He gave up. He had to. There was no more fighting anymore. His mother was right. If he stayed there any longer, he would surely be found. His mother sacrificed her body to give Oron enough time to run away safely. He knew that he wouldn’t leave her sacrifice to be in vain as he turned, grabbed a blanket he found on the floor and ran out of the apartment and out into the alleyway. He ran as fast as he could and hid himself by running into the forest. He covered his head with the blanket while he was inside cities so that he wouldn’t be so easily spotted. He ran very far away until his legs couldn’t move anymore. After a while of resting, he looked back in the direction he had been running, and realized that he really was alone in the world.
Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2016 12:25 am
//Obscurite's Backstory #4: Age 19//
[Trigger warning: Written gore, blood, murder, suggested prostitution]
Oron had found a town, blind to the news of his life in this world. He had done the same as his mother and obtained himself an apartment. He did a good job of hiding his features, growing out his hair and wearing hoods or hats. He made sure never to look someone in the face so he could keep his eyes hidden from others. Oron succeeded in staying hidden, or so he thought. Upon walking down the same streets every night, he would walk and think about the world he was trapped in, hoping to someday find his mother again. Praying that she still loved him like she did when he was a child. He knew this side of town well, it was not the greatest part of town, more sleazy than anything else. These parts were filled with crime, corruption, whores, and drugs. Everything that would cover the life he had, making it easier to fit into the shadows among the more corrupted people of the town.
He walked, with his hands in his pockets, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Oron walked to the front apartment building and sat down on the steps. He pulled out a cigarette and motioned to find a lighter to light it. As he gripped his hand around the smooth fire-making device, something caught his attention. A woman had approached him and leaned forward to display her cleavage almost like a sample of the goods. Oron sighed, “I’m not interested..” he commented in a deep raspy voice, one of a heavy smoker.
“Come on, honey. I can show you a good time..” she objected with a smile.
Oron growled under his breath. “Look, I told you I’m-..” he looked up at the woman and paused, this woman looked very close to the image of his mother, but this was not her. No, she was someone he had met before. “L-lucia?” he questioned as his mouth had opened so wide as the cigarette fell out of his mouth.
“Do I know you?” she asked, a look of worry and concern growing in her face.
“Come with me..” he said in a low voice, grabbed her hand and began to pull her into the alleyway.
“L-look, if you want a good time, Y-you’re going to h-have to pay!” she demanded, becoming scared of the situation.
“I’m going to get you out of here.”
She then pulled back in protest. “If you don’t let me go, I’m going to tell my guard! Let go!” Oron whipped her around and pinned her against the wall. Lucia went to scream and he placed a hand over her mouth. She tried hard to fight him as within the struggle, his hood was knocked down to reveal his horns. Lucia gasped, “Y-you! You’re that boy!”. She stopped struggling, eyes wide in amazement. Oron sighed, being reminded at how much of a freak he was underneath his cloaks. He turned to her, his face stern, told her to stay with him then grabbed her hand and led her through the backdoor of the apartments and up to his room. Lucia had explained that she was in a lot of debt and that partaking in the exchange of money for favors was the only way to ease her financial burden as Oron had done everything he could to make her feel comfortable while she explained her dilemma. Oron offered to take her with him when he moved to the next town. She was unsure of whether to take the offer, scared of leaving without word to those that controlled her business. Lucia told him she would think about it, and she would tell him her answer later. Oron offered her to stay the night, even to give her money just to keep her off the streets for a night or more.
The next morning, Oron woke to find Lucia gone. His heart sank, feeling like he had been betrayed once again by the people in this world. He contemplated leaving the town, just to get away from his pain, when Lucia suddenly burst through the front door. “Hey, these guys found your mother! Uriel, they have her!! I tried to get her, but they were too quick. I saw where they are hiding out, I can take you there right now!!!” she exclaimed in a hurried and gasping manner. Oron felt hope in his mind, finally being able to see his mother again after so many years. Lucia took him to a warehouse where she had seen them take Uriel. They entered the warehouse, which look deserted on the outside, but looked like a research facility on the inside.
“What is this pl-..” It suddenly went dark as something was pulled over his head. Oron screamed out and struggled, throwing someone to the side easily. Four more bodies tackled him as Oron yelled out in anger, his hands began to engulf themselves in flames. Oron heard men yelling to each other to try to suppress him. “GET THE COLLAR ON HIM! NOW!!” some man yelled as something cold pressed against his neck and wrapped itself around to close on his throat. The collar felt like it was burning him, making him feel weaker. The bag was removed from his head and the men backed away from him.
Oron growled, becoming easily disoriented as the flames on his hands diminished and returned to his body and died out. It confused him, something about the collar was suppressing his powers. Oron grabbed at the collar, but the collar began to hurt him further the more he struggled. Eventually, he had grown so weak that he fell to the ground, looking up at Lucia.
“..y-you..” Lucia had a look of shock and worry on her face as she stepped back. “You said you wouldn’t hurt him! You said you wanted to talk to him!!” she yelled at the men. They laughed. Oron felt like that was the queue that everything had been a setup the whole time. “At least let Uriel go!” she demanded. A man entered the room, dragging a woman with a bag on her head. He threw the woman down onto the floor next to Oron, pulling the bag off of her head to show Oron that it was indeed his mother. Her face, less than a foot away from his. “m-mom..”
“Oron, my son…” she spoke weakly with a smile, happy to be able to see her son again.
“I’ll let Uriel go. Seeing as she has served her purpose and we have no use for her now. She was useful in creating that lovely collar of yours, Oron.” The man spoke, walking over and pushing a foot onto Uriel’s shoulder forcefully. “Goodbye my dear, Uriel.” The man drew a gun and pointed it at Uriel, grinning wildly as he cocked the gun and pulled the trigger, the bullet piercing into her head. Oron’s eyes went wide with terror as blood splattered onto his face and neck as he could not believe what he was seeing. Oron shut his eyes tightly and began to scream, his scream lasting for at least for a minute or two before it died done and tears overwhelmed his very being. The last thing he remembered of that day was screaming and kicking as he was dragged away from his mother’s dead body. Lucia’s shrieks echoing through the halls until they faded away, his eyes became glazed over as her stopped struggling and everything faded into black.
[Trigger warning: written gore, suggested torture, suggested abuse, brief mention of rape]
Many years had passed under the control of these men. These men with corrupted minds for science and immorality. They wanted to know Oron, everything about him. They used him, tested him, abused him, violated him. On many occasions had they made Oron defile women, forcing himself on them to attempt impregnating them, all in the hopes that they could create another child like him. Every time had failed, even if they were pregnant, he never passed on his traits to his kin, and after discovering their normality, the children would be killed. He was then trained to torture people and take advantage of them, men and women alike. Oron never took kindly to being forced to hurt children, even though he had to a few times.
He followed their orders blindly, his eyes seemed to be permanent glazed over, as though no one was really there in his mind. He soon began to get enjoyment out of it. Believing that this was how to world was run, this was how it really was. This is the way that it was meant to be. Insanity began to plague his mind as he grew more wildly involved in torturing others, violating their body and mind. Make them feel like they wish they were dead. He wanted to turn them all into his slaves, a lifeless shell to do his own bidding, just as he had been treated for majority of his life. This was the way he felt it should be.
Soon, he began to hope for a chance outside, a chance to make everyone else out in that terrible world feel the pain he had felt. No one would be safe from his delight for inflicting pain. He wanted out, he wanted to escape. Eventually, he had successfully found an opening in their security as he made a break for it, killing everyone that stood before him. His grin was wild as he enjoyed killing every last one of those that caused him pain. He would have killed everyone, but one was left. No, two. It was a man, holding Lucia forcefully and a knife pressed against her throat. Oron paused, but stepped forward anyway.
“Any closer, and I’ll kill her!”
“Do it.. I don’t care for the b***h that betrayed me..”
“Ha! She didn’t betray you.. she tried to protect you and your mother. It was cute to watch her bring you right to us unknowing that we had controlled her the whole time. She was perfect in her conditioning. She’s not your betrayer, she was your savior..” the man spoke, entertained by the idea but crazed and out of control to protect his own life.
“…L-lucia…” his eyes showed a small flint of emotion as it then glazed back over and he grinned. “I’ll kill you with my bare hands, and I’m going to enjoy every god damn moment of it!” he threatened with a wild grin. He lunged forward and grabbed his head with his hand and then head butted him hard, as he dropped Lucia. Oron began to rip out his organs one by one through his stomach, watching the man writhe in pain as he screamed for mercy. But there was none to be had. Oron continued until the man stopped moving, stopped breathing, stopped screaming. He was dead, and Oron grinned in delight.
