The Devil In I

[Slothtastic 761]

The Devil in I

 

Oliver sat beneath the tree’s roots in a home he had constructed himself, a little ways from the near town his pact-mates lived in. It would’ve been an average day, if the body of a person had not been before him. He had once again, lost himself to the thing that was inside him. A remnant of his Corrupted self. It stayed behind after his body was cleansed, and the worst part about it was how it tormented the poor man. It constantly remarked on his two failed attempts of relationships, how his children had all but abandoned him. And how his enemies closed in around him. At first, Oliver thought nothing of it. He believed it to be just a burden from when he had came back. But no. It was a whole other personality. The part that he most hated about it, is how it manipulated him. It used his own rage against him to do unspeakable acts. It had given itself a name during the times of Corruption; Ghorros. A beast that was born from blight and blood-feeding. With horrendous claws and razor sharp teeth. Horns that were like a bull’s. It frightened him, not just because of its appearance. But because of what it was doing to him. It had subtly planted the idea to join the September Cult, back when Oliver first explored the chambers. It was attracted to the idea of manslaying, to get back to what it once did. But, it spoke to Oliver. Planting the idea that the Cult would help him to strengthen Nature. However, all it was doing was making Oliver lose his grasp more and more. Ghorros was weakening the Satyr, struggling to take back the mantle. And when he did, it would be hell. He had already taken another life, as the blood seeped from the victim before them. The bloodied claymore behind them in the corner. Oliver’s mouth salivated, not because he was hungry. But because Ghorros was. The beast longed for manflesh, and would go through anything to get the taste back. And as Oliver was still shocked and horrified as to what he had done, he could not stop himself before he took a handful of flesh from the man and ate it. Instantly, he moved away and vomited. His mouth was covered in blood, and the beast inside roared in anger. Oliver felt himself weaken, at the sight of what he had done. Normally he felt no remorse for those he killed. But those times it was self-defense. This…. This was murder. His vision blurred, before he fell over. Laying in the dirt. And as he drifted into unconsciousness, he felt one of the most petrifying things touch his lips. A smile. And then, he fell into a troubled slumber. When he awoke, he would have trouble getting the blood taste out of his mouth. And the blood stains out of his leg fur.

 

OOC:

There will be more posts like this one coming up, detailing Oliver’s fight with his Corrupted self. Depending on personal RP, he could win or lose. I hope you enjoy the things to come.

[Eurielle 1189]

 

[Slothtastic 761]

1 hour ago, Dunstan said:

 

Slipknot people ******* terrify me

[osumanduas 1442]

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