06-23-2011, 05:41 PM
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His sister's scream was sweet, sweet music to his ears and he relished it greatly. Anything that caused her pain or any other bad emotions or feelings was good in his book. He cursed wildly as she managed to move herself out of a fatal stabbing but still the scent of her blood filling the air was enough to cause him to rejoice. He pulled the sword back and again made to lunge at her when he stopped, she was no longer paying him attention but was looking down towards her legs, then she buckled and fell to the floor. The white demon had been to enough and caused enough births that he knew what birthing fluid smelt like, it started with an evil smile and then morphed into a slight chuckle and it wasn't long before he was laughing outright at the fallen woman.
This was so much better than slicing her throat and watching the blood drain from her dieing body, while her body went into early labor he laughed like the devil himself and aimed a vicious kick at her side, slicing open several gashes into her stomach, mocking her all the while in a mixture of and Korean, too excited and thrilled by it all to stick to a single language kind of like how Mizu had reverted to Turkish. Although his sister wouldn't understand what he said, the tone of his voice was unmistakable. Her tears, her cries of pain and weak thrashing were all extremely enjoyable to watch and hear, his sister finally getting what she deserved.
Soon the little brats had entered the world and his sister hugged the maggots close and cried, he sneered at the disgusting display, her words angered him and he snarled at her with teeth bared,
[html]"Valancı! Benim adım kötü demektir."[/html] He reached forwards and ripped the newborn pups from her grasp, holding the squirming wet sacs of blood and organs high above her reach, they squeaked and squealed at being suddenly removed from the warmth, he looked at them with boredom, they did bore him but the pain he could cause Mizu with them was endless, he had no feelings for his nephew and niece other than this, their colors didn't interest him nor the people who they would grow to be.
He held their fragile bodies in a too tight grip causing them to scream out in discomfort in the only way they knew how to and dangled them enticingly above her encouraging her to reach out for them and they pulling them up high again. He cradled them close to his chest as though caring for them and they squirmed around against the heat of his body, and spoke in soft dangerous tones,
[html]"
Sen sadece tutmak ve benim gibi olmalarını yükseltmek ve tamamen size nefret edebilir, biliyorum, harika sevgili kardeşim olmaz ki?"[/html] THe man began to pace around the fallen woman like a vulture circling a fresh kill with the newborns still held to him, and a violent smirk on his face.
His sister's scream was sweet, sweet music to his ears and he relished it greatly. Anything that caused her pain or any other bad emotions or feelings was good in his book. He cursed wildly as she managed to move herself out of a fatal stabbing but still the scent of her blood filling the air was enough to cause him to rejoice. He pulled the sword back and again made to lunge at her when he stopped, she was no longer paying him attention but was looking down towards her legs, then she buckled and fell to the floor. The white demon had been to enough and caused enough births that he knew what birthing fluid smelt like, it started with an evil smile and then morphed into a slight chuckle and it wasn't long before he was laughing outright at the fallen woman.
This was so much better than slicing her throat and watching the blood drain from her dieing body, while her body went into early labor he laughed like the devil himself and aimed a vicious kick at her side, slicing open several gashes into her stomach, mocking her all the while in a mixture of and Korean, too excited and thrilled by it all to stick to a single language kind of like how Mizu had reverted to Turkish. Although his sister wouldn't understand what he said, the tone of his voice was unmistakable. Her tears, her cries of pain and weak thrashing were all extremely enjoyable to watch and hear, his sister finally getting what she deserved.
Soon the little brats had entered the world and his sister hugged the maggots close and cried, he sneered at the disgusting display, her words angered him and he snarled at her with teeth bared,
[html]"Valancı! Benim adım kötü demektir."[/html] He reached forwards and ripped the newborn pups from her grasp, holding the squirming wet sacs of blood and organs high above her reach, they squeaked and squealed at being suddenly removed from the warmth, he looked at them with boredom, they did bore him but the pain he could cause Mizu with them was endless, he had no feelings for his nephew and niece other than this, their colors didn't interest him nor the people who they would grow to be.
He held their fragile bodies in a too tight grip causing them to scream out in discomfort in the only way they knew how to and dangled them enticingly above her encouraging her to reach out for them and they pulling them up high again. He cradled them close to his chest as though caring for them and they squirmed around against the heat of his body, and spoke in soft dangerous tones,
[html]"
Sen sadece tutmak ve benim gibi olmalarını yükseltmek ve tamamen size nefret edebilir, biliyorum, harika sevgili kardeşim olmaz ki?"[/html] THe man began to pace around the fallen woman like a vulture circling a fresh kill with the newborns still held to him, and a violent smirk on his face.