Kane Frost (hurtme_loveme) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-02-07 12:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | aim, kane frost |
After all this, why would you ever want to leave it?
Who: Aim (torchit) and Kane Frost (hurtme_loveme)
What: Kane finds his sorry ass beamed back to hell. Do not want.
Where: Hell
When: Sunday
Warnings: None as of yet.
He said he'd cooperate when he showed up in his bedroom. For some reason he still found himself flung carelessly onto the floor, blood splattering onto the floor and trickling down the edge of his lips. Scrambling backwards until his back couldn't squeeze any more into the corner of the room, his room was left in that state of disarray and the window left open, curtains billowing into the empty house.
Hell. It scared him.
When he left, he never wanted to come back. This was the place he lost everything once, and he didn't want to lose anything anymore. His sanity, his body, his former self, his everything - broken and irreparable when he stumbled his way onto Earth.
God. There wasn't a God. If there was, he didn't care about Kane, or the countless others in heaven, hell and the space inbetween.
He stared, wide-eyed, up at the demon looking back down at him, breathing hard through parted lips. He didn't recognise the face but he knew he didn't need to. Just had to shut up, spread his legs, moan and scream and then beg to go home.
Sitting on the barren ground, palms propping his body up, he was still save for his chest, heaving with his breaths. Fear never once left his eyes, and his eyes never once averted away from the demon's.
Not again. Not here again.
'Just take what you want,' his mind uttered. The words never made it to his lips.