୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨
⚖︎ #ALTAROFEONS ⚖︎
❝ Lunar Phase 12 ❞
꒰.ᐟ Dearest sinners, the blood on your hands shines as bright as the moon in the sky. You are not innocent beings I can tell. So what makes you better than the rest?
// red holding the canvas with his and ciel's hearts. this was diabolical and i really hope i get to know who chose to kill them like this once aoe is done so i can begrudgingly shake their hand with respect because this would be a fire painting
୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨
⚖︎ #ALTAROFEONS ⚖︎
❝ Lunar Phase 11 ❞
꒰.ᐟ I can hear the song of the hartebeest/
As their hooves drum to a hunger.
I can sing a fear or a malady/
As I drown deep in the wonder.
shaky hands picking up his and ciel's belongings. he hides the dagger and pistol in his clothes before he starts digging for the rings.
red just turns around and walks away, hyperventilating as he moved toward the pile of discarded metals. "it's just your mind playing tricks on you, val, don't mind it… just get the rings… just get the damn rings…" he mutters over and over again while kneeling by the pile, +
red gasps, taking several steps back. "stop! stop, stop, stop!" he yells, covering his ears like a scared child. "whatever you are, stop! don't play with me! you're not him! you can't be! leave me alone!" he cries, looking everywhere for any explanations. to any outsiders, he must look deranged.
red stays still, looking around everywhere in search of the voice's source and ultimately finding nothing. «did the lightning give me brain damage? am i dead? is that why i'm hallucinating? i can't stop hearing his voice… i'm going crazy aren't i…?» his mind races as he tears up a little.
"are you guys… still alive?" red asks while slowly approaching @icahealingroom.bsky.social and @mewon4foreverr.bsky.social , his eyes wandering to the distance where everyone had buried their metallic belongings before. he needed to retrieve his dagger and… ciel's rings.
desire was to break free and seek a life on its own. "i'm losing it." he concludes breathlessly. "i'm actually losing my mind, i'm hallucinating…"
he unsteadily gets up, his legs feeling like jelly under the pressure of all his emotions. "the fuck do i do now?" he mumbles to himself.
red flinched, gasped, and almost lost his balance. it happened so quickly he barely had time to understand. it took him a few seconds to realize he was… safe? not fried to dead by lightning?
he can't help but laugh again, a little hysterical, his heart hammering in his chest like it's only +
// one of these days my heart will collapse because of angst and it'll be ray's fault. so if i suddenly disappear from existence, y'all know who the culprit is!!!
// YOU ARE SO FUCKING EVIL WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU OH MY GOD?????
// I MEANT RESOURCEFUL- you know what? i don't care anymore, i'm too sleepy for grammar in a second language </3
"my time is up, isn't it?" he mutters with a shaky little laugh, dropping to his knees in the burnt grass and looking up at the pouring heavens. "that's fine… i suppose… yeah, that's okay."
the storm is ravenous, unavoidable. there's no shelter. there's no joy. his only truly happy moments were shared with ciel and ciel is…
maybe this is the world's way of saying it's time to give up. a divine signal to stop trying, to stop wasting time in pointless chases. +
«what's the point?» he thinks. «is there even one?»
he looks back on his memories, trying to recall a purpose beyond just survival. he's spent his entire life running, working hard to avoid getting swallowed by the world's malice… and for what? what has he accomplished beyond bleeding? +
red's desperation only grew by the second. he was usually pretty resourcefulness, but not even all his field experience could help him out this time. he was tired. no, not tired, he was exhausted. a bones deep kind of exhaustion, one that wouldn't go away even with nights of peaceful sleep. +
body move almost on its own account as he did his best to stay on his feet, pushing his hair back to clear his vision as he scanned his surroundings for anything that could be of help, moving constantly to avoid getting tangled by the grass but staying in the same general area.
red didn't have time to process his leftover fear and sorrow from beyond the grave. waking up was a violent, merciless thing. without the opportunity to consider the ache in his chest and even though he didn't particularly want to be alive, adrenaline hit him like a train at full speed, making his +
// don't worry about it, pookie, your wellbeing and comfort are always the priority! we can wait, we're not going anywhere! please take all the time you need to rest up and feel better, hit me up if you ever need anything, yeah? take care <3
let ciel be happy and at peace… wherever he is, whatever form he's taken… let him feel the joy life robbed him of… let him be a happy, healthy kid in a normal, loving home… p-please… he doesn't deserve this…"
maybe his feelings could be strong enough to fabricate something other than pain for once.
you don't learn how to pray when you're too busy wondering if you'll be alive tomorrow but… if someone is listening to me right now… god, goddess, deity… hell, even the grim reaper… just please, if you can hear me, i… i won't make demands for myself, i know i don't deserve them, but please… please +
red stays like that for a moment, lost in the sorrow, before getting on his knees and bowing so low his forehead touches the ground. he lets out a sad, breathy little laugh at his own brief and pathetic existence. "i've never been a religious man… i don't know what the fuck i'm doing, +
how's it possible that he was forced to witness such evil yet he couldn't retain a single detail about the murderer? he can't understand. he grabs and tugs at his own hair in desperation, sobbing and shaking. funny, his lungs don't need air anymore but he feels like he's suffocating. +
cruel fate he was forced through. he always knew he'd die young, but he didn't think he'd drag someone else down with him. red sits up, trying his hardest to remember the face of the killer, but his efforts are in vain. tears roll down his face when memories of ciel's pain circle through his mind. +
#altarofeons
red 'wakes up' with eyes wide open in horror, gasping and clutching his chest. he's confused when he finds himself on the flower bed, and panics when he realizes he no longer needs to breathe. flashes of the pain and terror he felt before death plague his mind, reminding him of the +
// THIS IS FUCKING DIABOLICAL- THIS IS LIKE ACTUALLY PURE EVIL OH MY GOD??? WHAT IS WRONG WITH Y'ALL???
// WHAT THE FUCK- I WAS HAVING SUCH A NICE DAY, I EVEN GOT OUT EARLY, JUST FOR IT ALL TO BE RUINED LIKE THIS </3
୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨
⚖︎ #ALTAROFEONS ⚖︎
❝ Lunar Phase 9 ❞
꒰.ᐟ Hello again sinners, it has been quite a night for you all. You’ve accomplished many things in the last phase. Both good and bad. I only pray that you get to wherever you desire.
// thank youuu ueueue