He’ll catch up with the gossip soon..

( busy ) elsewhere.

Thinking about that ( certain ) someone. Sinfulsunday

Oh! this is The ( juicy ) drama.

“That’s… sort of humorous in a fucked way.” At least this cutie isn’t involved.

“I’m curious if fists will start flying.”

Ah,

His brother is here and he’s already trying to bag the mother and daughter.

He’s looking at @justlikeholymary.bsky.social

“What’s going on with all the shouting im hearing?”

If only father could see him now… spreading the word of ( violence )

even offering his services to the most twisted individuals, human and supernatural alike.

Jake was the prime suspect of this heinous crime, but never was found. Soon after his disappearance, town after town made discoveries of vicious massacres, and he’d been named “the Nightfall Killer”. As the years passed, Tormentius officially adopted the name “Mr. Nightfall” –

other within his rectum. Jake’s brother was found hanging by his own intestines, eyes missing. The mother’s head was found in the oven, her eyes melted from their sockets, while the headless corpse was kneeled in front of a statue of Christ with both of her tits within his palm. —

Jake churned, twisting and turning, as Tormentius found his new body. What would terrify Jake when he’d close his eyes now brought a smile. That very same day, once night fell, the Hartley family was massacred, his father found eviscerated with a broken crucifix, one half in his mouth and the —

intervention, nor did the lord take those horrible images away. Until he heard a voice, deep and distorted, promising to end those visions if he was ‘let in’. Broken mentally, Jake was left with no choice but to let the promising voice in, and that was his last decision. Everything within —

shard of broken mirror, his blood slipped into a crack on the floor, seeping into the soil beneath him. Soon the nightmares followed, endless visions of mutilated corpses, bloodshed, and endless suffering, with screams that echoed. Despite turning to the ‘holy’ book, there was no Divine —

occurred within its walls, feeding an ancient entity that had been imprisoned underneath the soil of the foundation without a shape after being ‘destroyed’ by a group of spiritual leaders. Jake’s horrific visions didn’t occur until he discovered the basement and accidentally cut his palm with a –

Backstory: Jake moved into a small Midwestern town in the 1930s with his family, a pastor who’d decided to travel to spread the gospel along with his wife and two sons. Little did the family know of the unknown horrors their ‘dream’ home sheltered. Long before, countless acts of violence —

human vessel is named Jake Hartley, the son of a pastor. Early to mid twenties.

human possessed by a demonic entity known as “Tormentius” ageless entity. —

Information:

𝙸'𝙼 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃... 𝙸'𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙱𝚄𝙸𝙻𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃. A horror OC inspired by splatterpunk / extreme horror Tormentius aka the Mr.
Nightfall killer. 21+

“Good. I’d hate to punish you for being bad.” The last parts were whispered just for her ears.

As the last song played; he took it all in. The sounds, the faces, ( everything ) another successful event of blending in with.. his ( sort ) of favorite meat bags.

“I’ll hold you to that.” He said before maneuvering his arm around her waist slightly holding the woman closer.

His gaze admiring her beauty. “Angelic but with a hint of darkness. Perfection.” There’s a ( rush ) of being close to her that he can’t explain yet.

“My pleasure.”

Maybe next time; he’ll be there to help her pick. ( totally not because.. he’d like to see her changing )

“I’ll admit.. you’d effortlessly make a simple shirt look fabulous.”

He ( appreciates ) those words.

“Mhm, you’re a delightful sight. Really like the new style.”

Black certainly looks good on her.

He was ( surprised ) by her choice of dress but in a good way.

He’d gone with his own traditional look that’s fitting for tonight.

He heard through the grapevine that #AnEveningWithTheCoreFivePart2 is happening tonight.

Consider another attendance with @justlikeholymary.bsky.social

First time he hasn’t killed anyone in… well.. shit.. this is a record alone.

#AnEveningWithTheCoreFive

A small grin. “What’re you in for mood for?” He asked. “Or want to let me pick the poison randomly?” #AnEveningWithTheCoreFive

Just as he… has ( zero ) clue that her ( family ) is here or part of at least.

He’s going to grab a few interesting; things that caught his attention. Maybe even get a surprise gift for his date.

—

It’s rare.. that he’s in a larger crowd without a target but this isn’t unbearable.

He’s probably found future targets; that others would want dead but eh; tonight it’s about a different kind of fun.

“Are you thirsty darling?” He asked and arched a brow. #AnEveningWithTheCoreFive