Ares (blood_lust) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2009-05-12 17:11:00 |
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Current mood: | indescribable |
Who: Ares
What: Deciding what to do.
Where: Monte Carlo
When: Yesterday
Warnings: Death and implied rape.
The bone snapped under his hands and the tall, blonde whore finally stopped her sobbing. Ares pushed her lifeless body off the bed as he stood. Naked, he walked onto the balcony of his room, letting the fresh air swirl around him and dry the blood streaks that decorated his skin. Behind him, the room was in tatters. Holes marbled the walls, furniture was cracked and broken, blood smeared fabrics and wallpaper alike.
He'd run through all six whores Crowley had given him in less than three hours. Mortal bodies simply couldn't take the kind of mood he was in. The screams, however, had been satisfying for the moment. But now the room and the night were silent. Thoughts began to race back into his head. Troubling thoughts about Aphrodite, their relationship, what had gone wrong and everything she'd said. He didn't want to hear those things, not again. A fist smashed against the balcony railing and the weathered wood began to crack from the force. Killing the whores wasn't enough. He needed more. He needed to flush the memory of her and her words out of his mind. He needed violence on a massive scale.
Looking around, Ares shook his head. No. There was no more he could do here. He'd go east. Yes. Eastern Europe was filled with people that would die by his hand. The need for destruction was making his blood boil and without a sound, he disappeared from Eden. As he left, the balcony cracked down the center and collapsed to the ground.