Rightful King of Asgard and the monster you were warned about. I am the nightmare of children. Now, get on your knees and glorify me. [Header: @Lordof_the_Dead]
"You cannot silence me. I will become the ruler of this realm... One way or another."
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@DemiOf_The_Dead -- under a veil of false courage, it is so obvious you are afraid of what I'll do underneath that /smirk/ of yours.", he leans up from the wall, "a good hunter waits for the right conditions~".
Days and nights have lost their meaning.
What even is time in this dreadful place?
His hands have lost their porcelain color, now painted in hues of aubergine, azure, and royal blue.
How ironic. Royal blue.
The labor down in the depths of hell is not easy.--[@DemiOf_The_Dead ]
@DemiOf_The_Dead "Ah you are /just/ the most spoiled, wretched child I must know.", Loki's face turns to one filled with rage, "go on... I have faced worse. I am not afraid of a feeble creature such as yourself...", why, she forgets, he may be weak, but his magic will never leave him. "You act--
@DemiOf_The_Dead -- and slams his fist on the ground, "you should not be here, your father will hear of this! I swear upon everything you hold dear I will make your life miserable once I am out of here!!!!!" He spits at her, making sure it burns her as it becomes acid.
@DemiOf_The_Dead Loki arches his back as he unexpectedly receives the rock salt on his back, he's moving away from her with every kick of his foot, his throat threatening to let out a primal, painful scream. "ENOUGH! What is it you want from me?!", he's hit the opposite corner of the room,--
@DemiOf_The_Dead To hell with her. How did she get in?
Loki scrambles to get up, only to get kicked back down again. He whimpers only the slightest, his breathing labored. "You should've... Seen yourself... When I /was/, I am...", Loki's body is weak but his eyes are filled with--
@DemiOf_The_Dead --thrown back, only to fall against a wooden floor. He is back in his chamber, a small dark room with old furniture and a toilet in the corner.
He shivers, curling into a fetal position.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen. [@DemiOf_The_Dead ]
@DemiOf_The_Dead --pain.
The voice approaches Loki and stands in front of him, a fat Gods-know-what with warts all over its body. It laughs, a disgusting cackle before it snorts its phlegm down its throat. It grabs at Loki's chin, "...For you, five minutes." and Loki is-- [@DemiOf_The_Dead]
@DemiOf_The_Dead Loki catches it, barely moving any part of his body besides his arm and fingers to catch the chocolate button. "You can do better than /that/."
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