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Crude child, she actually smiled at the severed head as the adult held it before her. Coagulating blood dripped thick and dark onto the dark ground. Truly, this was a hostile and terrible scene. The Triarii’s thoughts paced back to a not too distant path, where the child before her had been a male that had ached for greatness. Would Maki have smiled like this if she had shown him death in such a manner? Symera’s face revealed not a worry in the world. How the ruby eyed woman loved to gaze upon such wickedness.
Muffled laughter pressed behind shut lips at the girl’s next words. She wanted to wear it like a hat. A light frown entered Halo’s face as she decided to consider this, and she turned the bodiless head around so that she could gaze into its dead face. Technically, it could be done. At the borders, it took days and weeks for a skull to be eaten somewhat clean. This was no skull, it was a face with meat and eyes and tongue. How disgusting. But for some reason, Halo was willing to go through this disgusting and heavy job to make the girl happy. ”Certainly.”
The smaller knife was drawn for this purpose, and the woman laid the head upside down on the ground and started to dig through the throat, working her way into much and more mess. Tongue whatever meaty pieces she could get was cut and torn out, and with much effort, she cut down into the soft, mushy brain, making a mess with as the goal was simply to make the head hollow enough for the child to wear it. Eyes were poked out by the blade’s tip and ripped out, and the dark red of a destroyed brain crawled up her hands and wrists as she dug out the soft texture with fingers and palms.
It took time to do this, but when she finally thought herself finished, laughter swivelled within her chest, momentarily trapped as she looked at the messy headwear she had managed to create for the girl. Most of the pelt was intact, and the bastard still had ears and nose, but eyes were two empty sockets and the skull was more or less hollow now. The Triarii had almost been surprised to have found a brain at all. The stench could not be denied, but Halo hadn’t had any issues with blood and gore for a very long time. One could get accustomed to everything, even the devils wearing their Cheshire cat smile.
”Try it on, girl,” the woman crooned, sharp teeth exposed in a toothy smile, sleek with expectation.
Your faith walks on broken glass