Fic: Between Instinct and the Pain
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clockwork_hart1Title: Between Instinct and the Pain
Rating: Teen
Summary: The life of a demon trapped by a sliver of a soul, at war with the need to slaughter. The un-death of Lawson is one of pain.
Genre: Horror/Angst
Originally posted here
Between instinct and the pain...
That's where he was lost. There was the Sun singing in his bones, telling him to run, to hide, to burn. Like some wild animal, a cheetah in the urban jungle he ran. Hunting, hiding and always surviving. That was the creature he had become.
Hunting and fighting and bleeding dry, one thousand corpses but a crunch beneath the feet of the demon.
The succulent allure of crimson like fine wine. Every drop pulled him deeper into the sweetest of addictions.
He drowned the hole inside of him in the coppery elixir, granting himself the power of both death and life. And yet it never ceased to burn.
No matter how much he swallowed down, how many feeble humans paid forfeit the beast inside remained so empty, weeping, hungrily craving more. He wanted so desperately to massacre, felt the call of the demon inside. Carnage was his birth right, yet it felt so wrong.
Each stolen life burned a little deeper. Each slaughter a knife in the long-dead gut. A hungry gnawing inside of him, his ribs a cage to a plague of rats.
He fought through the pain, snapping necks and tearing out hearts as they lay beating; if only to sate the chaos-lust of the demon buried within. He promised himself every death made him feel a little more alive, knowing how very much it made him feel dead.
He was a beast under the thumb of the darkness. A monster wearing the cloak of man and prowling in the shadows; forever waiting for a victim to cross his path and surrender a throat and soul to the kiss of death and life.
Each and every night he took a life to further his own.
Each and every night he wished he could let himself die.
Rating: Teen
Summary: The life of a demon trapped by a sliver of a soul, at war with the need to slaughter. The un-death of Lawson is one of pain.
Genre: Horror/Angst
Originally posted here
Between instinct and the pain...
That's where he was lost. There was the Sun singing in his bones, telling him to run, to hide, to burn. Like some wild animal, a cheetah in the urban jungle he ran. Hunting, hiding and always surviving. That was the creature he had become.
Hunting and fighting and bleeding dry, one thousand corpses but a crunch beneath the feet of the demon.
The succulent allure of crimson like fine wine. Every drop pulled him deeper into the sweetest of addictions.
He drowned the hole inside of him in the coppery elixir, granting himself the power of both death and life. And yet it never ceased to burn.
No matter how much he swallowed down, how many feeble humans paid forfeit the beast inside remained so empty, weeping, hungrily craving more. He wanted so desperately to massacre, felt the call of the demon inside. Carnage was his birth right, yet it felt so wrong.
Each stolen life burned a little deeper. Each slaughter a knife in the long-dead gut. A hungry gnawing inside of him, his ribs a cage to a plague of rats.
He fought through the pain, snapping necks and tearing out hearts as they lay beating; if only to sate the chaos-lust of the demon buried within. He promised himself every death made him feel a little more alive, knowing how very much it made him feel dead.
He was a beast under the thumb of the darkness. A monster wearing the cloak of man and prowling in the shadows; forever waiting for a victim to cross his path and surrender a throat and soul to the kiss of death and life.
Each and every night he took a life to further his own.
Each and every night he wished he could let himself die.
