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contritionIt had been inching up the wall for a while. A demon, spreading itself thinly across concrete, crumbling the bricks as it went. No one paid attention to that particular alley, nestled away in the shadier part of town, housing fewer residents than it did schemes, and the idea that it might someday climb back up to the wealth enjoyed by the rest of the city. Buildings that had been waiting to be renovated for far too long, alongside flickering lights casting their inconstant gaze upon cracked asphalt.
A nice place to grow and consume as it reached out for its next victim, leaning it against the alley like he was no more than passerby. Only noticeable from a close distance were the boils which spread all across his body, rendering it inhuman, a constant shift over his limbs like snakes under skin.
By the time Yukio arrives, the difference in the movement is clear. The demon can't even begin to hold still, slithering over the walls as it decides to emerge, everything in its wake crumbling with the dark smoke of rot. But Yukio watches, a pair of bright blue eyes in the distance, raising his hand to point a gun with incendiary rounds in the direction of the demon.
Its body slumps towards him, what remains of its arms reaching, and a line parts where the man's mouth had been, breathing miasma in Yukio's direction.
He lets it come close. More than he should. More than he needs to, with his aim. By the time the gun fires, setting alight the fumes emitted in the demon's wake, everything billows out in Yukio's direction, sending him stumbling back until he collides with a dumpster, his back tensing with a shock of pain.
Close range helped with the damage of the shot, but it's not enough, one shoulder of the man blown off as he continues to stumble closer, angrier, faster than before, and Yukio can only just manage to get to his feet in time to run further out, attempting his best to aim over his shoulder.
Too close.
[ Notes for ultimate grossness: 1) the man looks sort of like this, only more human-like in shape. 2) the alley has a bunch of rot and stickiness over it of this sort. 3) and Yukio is using fire because it is strong against rot/decay in his world's demonology. ]
A nice place to grow and consume as it reached out for its next victim, leaning it against the alley like he was no more than passerby. Only noticeable from a close distance were the boils which spread all across his body, rendering it inhuman, a constant shift over his limbs like snakes under skin.
By the time Yukio arrives, the difference in the movement is clear. The demon can't even begin to hold still, slithering over the walls as it decides to emerge, everything in its wake crumbling with the dark smoke of rot. But Yukio watches, a pair of bright blue eyes in the distance, raising his hand to point a gun with incendiary rounds in the direction of the demon.
Its body slumps towards him, what remains of its arms reaching, and a line parts where the man's mouth had been, breathing miasma in Yukio's direction.
He lets it come close. More than he should. More than he needs to, with his aim. By the time the gun fires, setting alight the fumes emitted in the demon's wake, everything billows out in Yukio's direction, sending him stumbling back until he collides with a dumpster, his back tensing with a shock of pain.
Close range helped with the damage of the shot, but it's not enough, one shoulder of the man blown off as he continues to stumble closer, angrier, faster than before, and Yukio can only just manage to get to his feet in time to run further out, attempting his best to aim over his shoulder.
Too close.
[ Notes for ultimate grossness: 1) the man looks sort of like this, only more human-like in shape. 2) the alley has a bunch of rot and stickiness over it of this sort. 3) and Yukio is using fire because it is strong against rot/decay in his world's demonology. ]
