angry nightmare lord

Darkness. Spots of red marking the walls and the floor beneath him, making up familiar sigils, the larger one beneath him much more complex. Candles burning, the scent of burning wax not enough to mask the scent of blood in this cold room.

It was a sight he'd grown used to by this point, always waking up here every time he met his untimely end. It was all part of the pact, after all. But this time, he barely even acknowledged his surroundings as he continued to lay there. His breath panting deeply, teeth gritted hard, fists clenched until knuckles turned white...

Ignis Fatuus was absolutely /furious./

Not at the way he'd been killed, oh no. It was something he'd come to expect, a mistake he would not make twice in the future. No...his anger was directed at the one who killed him, so easily at that...and all with that goddamned smug look on his face.

Skoll...that /no-good, flea-ridden, filthy *murderer!*/

He had approached that pathetic Faunus boy with the intent of mocking him, to get under his skin like he had before. He had his reasons, of course; he began to feel waves of absolute pleasure coming from his dear manifestor; his dear, sweet Audrey Crowe. At first, he had assumed she was lost in her personal fantasies like the little whore she was; even after she learned the truth about what happened, that she escaped him before he could attempt to have his way with her, he had assumed that she would still feel guilty for these thoughts. With this in mind, he had attempted to make the wolf boy feel absolute misery with the knowledge that he could never please her this way.

He was wrong. As that /dirty beast/ so snidely told him, those pleasured waves...they weren't from that damned girl's sick fantasies.

They were from those two.../fucking/ each other...!

His blood boiled at every passing second, that fact running through his mind like a broken record. That he would flat-out admit this to him, tell him straight-up that he did what he could never do...

/"And you know what? She /smiled/ all the way through!"/

Those words...the absolute /gall/ he had to say that to him...!

He screamed his rage, unable to contain it any longer. Knocking the candles down, using the stands to stab at the stone walls like pitchforks, slamming them to the ground and then just punching the ground, hard enough to make his fists bleed...

How /dare/ that child...?! /He/ was supposed to be the one to take her! /He/ was supposed to be her dearly beloved! /He/ was supposed to protect her from scum like that scoundrel!

But no...that dirty little whore not only ran off on him, but decided to be that lowly criminal's little /fucktoy/ instead...

Even now, he could feel it. Those sickening waves...only now, he could hear her /disgusting/ moans, the images of that /filthy/ animal ravaging her so crossing his mind. His breath shaking in his fury, nails digging against the stone ground like a chalkboard...

There was no denying it. Not with these flashes, not from that boy when he looked into his mind to see if he was lying. No...it was all true. That /beast/ took her from him, brainwashed her...blinded her with sexual passion...

He shut his eyes tight, trying to collect himself, to get those disgusting visions out of his mind. He...he had to calm himself. It was this anger that got him killed again in the first place, rushing at the Faunus in a blind rage, throwing everything he had at him. But even with his dangerously burning flames, that damned Aura of his shielded him from the worst of it, giving him the advantage of driving his clawed gauntlets into his stomach. And those last words before he was left to bleed out, even while he knew he would come back...

/"Now /you/ listen here, bastard. If you go anywhere /near/ Audrey, I will /tear you to shreds/ and make sure you come back as ribbons. She doesn't need you anymore, so /stay away/ from her..."/

...he could only chuckle, a dark, humorless, bitter laugh. He really thought he could threaten him like that? Oh no...he was not about to let him have the last laugh...

With his bleeding hand, he began drawing at the ground with his own blood. Crude imagery of that wolf boy torn to shreds, gutted like the worthless animal he was. And around him, another sigil added, an intent to offer him up next to strengthen this pact.

"No...you listen here, /mutt./ You can continue having your way with /my/ manifestor...but it won't be long until the fun ends. You'll be running back to that fox whore...and I will be there, laughing at your attempts to prove me wrong. That you would think that you're nothing like me, when you are no better...

"And as for you, /harlot/..." Another crude drawing, this one of that damned girl who'd conjured him into existence, who thought she could run from him, that she could be stronger than him... "You /will/ be mine again...even if I must take you back by force." Another chuckle arose, this one much more unhinged, crazed. "Yes...mine. Not his. Mine..."