The cold steel cut deeply into the warm flesh, blood dripped from the fresh wound and he felt alive. The mark was made, Zsasz was satisfied... For now.
"I am salvation!" He murmured in ecstasy, the joy of his work was overwhelming at times.
Well it is and, it's homely.
"To hell if I know!" He chuckled. "A few minutes, a couple of hours...Days. It's all the same. Time is merely a human construct."
The blood. That's how he got past her security. It belonged to whomever it was in his way - that doorman down below?
.・゜✧ ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ ✧ :-゜・.
R H Y S S H I N E
campaigning mayor for Gotham City
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[ original character for the DC verse ]
[ highly dark content!!]
[ #dcrp || #mvrp ]