𝐌𝐮͟𝐥͟𝐜͟𝐢͟𝐛͟𝐞͟𝐫͟.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ɪ ʟ*ᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, @theheirofshame . . . ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

[𝐌𝐮͟𝐥͟𝐜͟𝐢͟𝐛͟𝐞͟𝐫͟. @amanischsin]

⠀
⠀
⠀ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙗 𝙖 𝙙 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰
⠀ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵,
⠀ 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 . . .

⠀ 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 #𝘢𝘣𝘴.
⠀
⠀

[𝐌𝐮͟𝐥͟𝐜͟𝐢͟𝐛͟𝐞͟𝐫͟. @amanischsin]

Morning, 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨.

[֯ ⁎ 𓉸ྀི @doverots]

violence teaches violence — a lesson even the greatest of men must learn.

[𝐌𝐮͟𝐥͟𝐜͟𝐢͟𝐛͟𝐞͟𝐫͟. @amanischsin]

@heirofblacks.

[֯ ⁎ 𓉸ྀི @doverots]

it’s so beautiful. i can’t wait to ruin it.

[֯ ⁎ 𓉸ྀི @doverots]

i’m not going to destroy the world, but i am going to hold it in my hands and squeeze it. i’m going to make it afraid, just like i’ve made you afraid.

[𝐌𝐮͟𝐥͟𝐜͟𝐢͟𝐛͟𝐞͟𝐫͟. @amanischsin]

𝘽𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨 @THEHEIROFSHAME.

[𝐌𝐮͟𝐥͟𝐜͟𝐢͟𝐛͟𝐞͟𝐫͟. @amanischsin]

@THEHEIROFSHAME.

[ᅠ⟢ᅠ𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸ᅠ——ᅠ𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 .ᐟᅠ @lovedclaws]

there's nowhere in existence you could go that i wouldn't find you, violence.

[𝐌𝐮͟𝐥͟𝐜͟𝐢͟𝐛͟𝐞͟𝐫͟. @amanischsin]

Grow up.

[𓂃 ٭ 𝓻𝙴𝙶𝚄𝙻𝚄𝚂 𝓫𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺. @pyrrhicblack]

petitioning the headmaster to implement a buddy system. no one should be wandering the corridors alone.

[𝐑𝐞͟𝐠𝐮͟𝐥͟𝐮͟𝐬͟. @afallenheir]

⠀
⠀
⠀𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦
⠀𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨, 𝘸𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸
⠀𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝐇 𝐄 𝐋 𝐋
⠀𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 . . .

⠀ 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 #𝘢𝘣𝘴.
⠀
⠀

[rvqzi ☆ @rvqzii]

save a turkey. stuff a brat

[𝐌𝐮͟𝐥͟𝐜͟𝐢͟𝐛͟𝐞͟𝐫͟. @amanischsin]

—

inside, to feel the warm rush of life under his fingers.

/ 𝘐𝘧 / he had, Regulus would either be begging for his life or on his knees, and neither thought stopped the rush of 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 coiling through him.

[𝐌𝐮͟𝐥͟𝐜͟𝐢͟𝐛͟𝐞͟𝐫͟. @amanischsin]

Beneath the shower, his thoughts simmered with dark satisfaction as crimson spilled down the drain, the boiling water masking the infuriating 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 coiling inside him.

Mulciber hadn’t bothered to stick around after healing the wound he wanted to open, to see

—

[𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯. @heirofblacks]

he woke the way he always did after pain —
slowly, heavily, like dragging himself up from the bottom of a dark 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞. regulus’ bodies remember this routine well, the fog mixed with the pain. it’s all familiar to him

until it wasn’t .

[𝐌𝐮͟𝐥͟𝐜͟𝐢͟𝐛͟𝐞͟𝐫͟. @amanischsin]

—

instead he cast a spell and watched the reversal of his knifes doing for the first time in his goddamn life.

[𝐌𝐮͟𝐥͟𝐜͟𝐢͟𝐛͟𝐞͟𝐫͟. @amanischsin]

Still high on rage and bloodlust, he watched Regulus fall into the darkness, torn between leaving him there to bleed out or saving him for his own selfish pleasure.

Minutes passed as he smoked a cigarette, 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, until he cursed under his breath and

—

[𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯. @heirofblacks]

his body jerked against his will, a strangled, involuntary cry ripping out of him as white-hot pain carved through his side. no matter how hard regulus tried to anchor himself, to the cold floors beneath his palms and the sound of 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

everything was slipping ..

[𝐌𝐮͟𝐥͟𝐜͟𝐢͟𝐛͟𝐞͟𝐫͟. @amanischsin]

—

ripped open the blood-soaked shirt that clung to Black’s pale skin.

Of course Mulciber stopped to admire his 𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠, ice-cold hues darting across the open wound and the blood pouring out of it — he almost wanted to sit and watch, to let the crimson flow, but

—

[𝐌𝐮͟𝐥͟𝐜͟𝐢͟𝐛͟𝐞͟𝐫͟. @amanischsin]

—

“I doubt it, little prince. You would miss me too much. I’m sure of it.”

[𝐌𝐮͟𝐥͟𝐜͟𝐢͟𝐛͟𝐞͟𝐫͟. @amanischsin]

It was sick, 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙, how much pleasure he was getting out of watching Regulus bleed out on the ground beneath him.

The idiotic words that came out of his mouth made Elias laugh, and he crouched down beside him, picking up the wand to press it against the fresh wound.

—

[𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯. @heirofblacks]

the touch was almost gentle, however the sting of iron burned against his skin, humiliation prickling hotter than the pain in his side . every fight nerve he had left his body the moment he was released with a loud gasp for air as he drops ..

[𝐌𝐮͟𝐥͟𝐜͟𝐢͟𝐛͟𝐞͟𝐫͟. @amanischsin]

—

of being the one who decided when the pain ended — or continued — and Black would 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 be able to escape it.

[𝐌𝐮͟𝐥͟𝐜͟𝐢͟𝐛͟𝐞͟𝐫͟. @amanischsin]

“You’re quiet now? 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙.”

A blood-stained thumb dragged across Regulus’s lower brim before he released his throat and shoved him to the ground in the process, booted foot moving to stand on the other’s wand.

It was all about possession and control, the intoxication

—

[𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯. @heirofblacks]

a sharp, tearing burn ripped through his side as elias yanked the knife free in one brutal motion. the pain was white and consuming —— it shouldn’t hurt this much, he doesn’t want it to.

he was used to worse, regulus told himself …

[𝐌𝐮͟𝐥͟𝐜͟𝐢͟𝐛͟𝐞͟𝐫͟. @amanischsin]

—

“Next time, darling, I’ll make sure to aim a little higher — close enough to brush something vital.”

[𝐌𝐮͟𝐥͟𝐜͟𝐢͟𝐛͟𝐞͟𝐫͟. @amanischsin]

A monster, perhaps. . . but he wasn’t going to let his 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 die.

One swift motion, Elias pulled out the blade, his lips curving into that chaotic grin as he stared down at the blood dripping from his fingers and wrapped them around Regulus’s throat.

—

[𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯. @heirofblacks]

vision blurred, stars flickering across the edges as tried to shove him away. his hands slid along mulciber’ chest, grasping for leverage that wasn’t there. the effort made the pain flare sharper, hot fire spiking through him and he almost relented .

𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵.