Gaius Danius Griinia
Apparently Infamous
Izuru got up from the couch, butt naked and groggy. Oni slept underneath Izuru's favorite blue blanket and their little one was still out cold. Wandering into the kitchen, Izuru rubbed his rumbling stomach. Checking the fridge for food, Izuru found some bacon that was barely opened. Starting up the oven, Izuru threw a few pieces of bacon in the frying pan. Adding a spoonful of butter on top of his cooking, Izuru was unfazed by the hot oil spitting onto his chest. Scratching behind his ear, Izuru yawned and cracked a couple of eggs to go with his bacon.
Are you truly captured by this pitiful ruse?
Izuru turned around and raised an electrified hand. The voice was deep, each word dripping malice and charm. It vibrated through his entire being and sent shivers down his spine. Closing his hand, Izuru turned off his oven. Pulling on his pants, Izuru began walking down his hall in search for what he had heard. The voice sounded familiar, as if he had heard it often. Yet each attempt to get a clearer picture just made his head hurt again. Entering his sons room, Izuru looked at the sleeping child and smiled.
Disgusting, to see you in the grip of this filth.... were you not one who despised being contained?
Another voice echoed in his head, sending him to his knees. This voice was much more robotic, with a vaguely feminine tone. The pure and utter revulsion it expressed was palpable. Izuru held his hands to his head and clenched his teeth as a loud ringing filled his eardrums. His vision began to fade in and out, blurring and regaining visibility. Soon, he began to see shadows and distortions where once everything had seemed normal.
Godslayer....your jailer tightens her chains
Godslayer.... this repugnant dream must come to an end
"Whats wrong baby?" said Oni, as her mouth transformed into a mass of shadows tendrils...
Are you truly captured by this pitiful ruse?
Izuru turned around and raised an electrified hand. The voice was deep, each word dripping malice and charm. It vibrated through his entire being and sent shivers down his spine. Closing his hand, Izuru turned off his oven. Pulling on his pants, Izuru began walking down his hall in search for what he had heard. The voice sounded familiar, as if he had heard it often. Yet each attempt to get a clearer picture just made his head hurt again. Entering his sons room, Izuru looked at the sleeping child and smiled.
Disgusting, to see you in the grip of this filth.... were you not one who despised being contained?
Another voice echoed in his head, sending him to his knees. This voice was much more robotic, with a vaguely feminine tone. The pure and utter revulsion it expressed was palpable. Izuru held his hands to his head and clenched his teeth as a loud ringing filled his eardrums. His vision began to fade in and out, blurring and regaining visibility. Soon, he began to see shadows and distortions where once everything had seemed normal.
Godslayer....your jailer tightens her chains
Godslayer.... this repugnant dream must come to an end
"Whats wrong baby?" said Oni, as her mouth transformed into a mass of shadows tendrils...