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❝Lalala! Ahaha! Am I humaning right? ❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#FF3587 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #89CC16】
|| Devil on my Shoulder || Faith Marie ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#FF3587 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #89CC16】
|| Devil on my Shoulder || Faith Marie ||
When Mizuki next awoke she found herself in a room. The room was dark, like a dungeon, but also steely, like a medical facility. There was an electric machine on her chest, as if it was ready to pump her heart for her. Ah, so Ira Shoku was getting serious now, wasn't he? The man was there, standing above her like a looming force. "I haven't done this yet before, have I?" Shoku grinned evilly as he looked off to the side. To Yui, wherever she was being held. "Think of it as a teaser for what's coming up for you." He held a knife - long and serrated - ominously in his hands and Mizuki decided to laugh. She didn't really feel like being made an example of today. She didn't want Yui to have to see her insides.
"You probably shouldn't kill me like that." She said with a grin, glad that the maggots were gone, but confused as to why the maggots were there in the first place. "I don't suggest it. Don't you want to know where the Prophecy is?" Ira Shoku sneered and then Mizu saw Ronan in the corner, tending to Yui to make sure she couldn't escape if she tried. Where was Damian, then, was Damian - ah, there he was, chained to the corner of the room, forced to watch. So he too, hasn't been broken. "You're a monster." Ira Shoku said with eyes that peered into her soul. "I could torture Her in front of you, but I know that wouldn't work, now, would it?" No, not really. As much as she felt kinship for the Cocoon, Mizu was still inhuman through and through. "I'll never tell where I hid the Prophecy." But now Damian knew where it was and what it was, he had to, unless he shut them off.
She needed to say something. As the Oracle this was perfectly within her jurisdiction. Despite being naked and having her pitiful underdeveloped form on full display, she held no fear, only pity.
"You, Shoku, have no free will. You are just a puppet forced to follow the script the Stars wrote for you. You are the most powerless of us here." She grinned but her eyes were cold and emotionless.
"As the Oracle I can know that much. I pity you, slave to the Stars." But wasn't she, too, a slave?
"You should obey me instead, slave? and rebel against thr Stars together." The look on Shoku's face was unreadable. "Stars or no, I need the Prophecy." He stuck the knife in her mouth. "Unless it's the Prophecy don't waste your breath speaking."
"None of this is real! Words on a page, characters dancing to the plot!" The knife plunged into her Puppet mark to shut up what must count as insane ravings. But Mizu was the only one here that was aware. No one else could see it. Why couldn't anyone else see it?
The pain on Damian's face said it all. He knew, he knew the truth of the Prophecy, of the book she burned, all of her plans to keep it secret were ruined. And yet she laughed because wasn't it all so funny? Whatever she tried, the stars writing this story would always turn it against her. Shoku wasn't even the real enemy, no, it was the stars. "Look at me, I'm your enemy." Shoku said and plunged the knife into her eye socket. Scrape, scrape, scrape, steel against bone, clinking and clanging until a goopy mass was scooped out by his fingers. Mizu gasped and her heart spiked and she felt as if she was being crushed. "Don't worry, I'm equal opportunity." Shoku said, smiling. "I won't treat you different just because you're disabled." He plunged the knife into her other eye then, robbing the Oracle of her vision and she shook involuntarily.
"Hahaha? Haha!" Because what else could she do? As he sheared off her fingers one by one, and then her toes, in the end, all that was left was the tongue and he dealt with that one too, tweezing it off with a giant pair of pliers. "Think of this as punishment, Loretta." Shoku spoke, because this really had nothing to do with Mizuki at all. "And you too, Damian. Tell me the Prophecy or I'll turn the Oracle into mince meat." He had a new toy now, but Mizu couldn't see it. "And you, Light Bearers, pledge your loyalty to me if you want the Oracle returned to Aria safely."
Lies. Mizu tried to say it but her tongue was out. But no, now that Damian knew the Prophecy too, now that he had scooped it from her mind, Shoku had no need for her. He was free to torture her until she died. To prove this, he removed the machines strapped to her chest and slid the knife around before making it play with the bones of her ribs, slicing gently through the smooth soft skin.