he hadn’t unraveled what it was he searched for in frank . a desire to look at him and know that punisher and devil weren’t reflections in a mirror . to affirm their difference . whatever the case , he followed . down to the cage where the scent of the beast was deafening .
where punisher goes, carnage follows — calculated carnage, but carnage all the same. as if a trail of corpses leading to beast’s lair, a road to hell paved red. bodies still warm, even in the frigid cold of the winter, snow melting as it meets blood … the smell like a
anger , pity , disgust , envy . pushed into his reply , “and it’ll stay over, frank.”
from where he stood , he could hear the creature’s heartbeat . ever-steady , solid . the buzz of the desk lamp , electric in the dark .
it was scent that led him here .
that smell of cortisol , adrenaline .
bitter like a broken bone . metallic .
a trail he followed through the
city , through the grime . a red
path that ended at @KINGOFKlLLERS
* ╱
TERRIBLE DOGFISH.
❝ A tree stands strong not by its fruits or branches, but by the depth of its roots. ❞
➢ clancy peterson.
➢ lignokinesis / lignomorphy.
➢ x-men oc.
➢ 18+.
➢ crossovers welcome.
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݁ a ( SELECTIVE ╱ PRIV ) indie
portrayal of 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚆 𝙼𝚄𝚁𝙳𝙾𝙲𝙺 ∙
attorney at law ∙ devil of hell’s
kitchen .
inspired , in part , by miller &
bendis’ comic runs with ref
to the netflix adaptation .
⠀ ⠀ ⌖ ⠀ layout by @ohguilt ∙