Tasteful - Levi x OC (Attack On Titan)

It's Not About Trust

Drip... Drip... Drip...

A shadowed figure sat curled up against a cold stone wall. Legs brought to their chest and head resting on their knees. The entire area was shrouded in darkness, a thick smoke like substance. Black in colour and clinging mercilessly to everything in sight.

A foul stench clung to the air, something truly repugnant. Almost metallic. It wafted around the curled up figure, filling their senses. As much as the sour metallic scent was horrifying, it sent them through bliss. It was like ecstasy. And despite how strong the putrid scent was, they craved more. Like it was the air they breathed.

Drip... Drip... Drip...

Dark pools of crimson began to poke out from underneath the swirling black smoke. Its origin being the countless number of lifeless corpses piled across the ground. The bodies were pale and their faces were violently bare. Some were far too mutilated to identify. With five great big, slashes running through their bodies. Five slashes, very close in proximity, the spacing identical to that of a human hand. But could a human hand cut straight through skin, muscle and bone?

Drip... Drip... Drip...

Thick crimson liquid oozed from the deep, savage slashes. Strings of muscles hung loosely from the open wounds. If you looked closer, you could see the jagged, cracked bone sticking out unnaturally from the mangled corpses. A new smell began to mix with the metallic one. This one being of something rotten, something slowly decaying.

The black mist slowly swirled among the ground, gliding between the pale, cold, lifeless bodies and severed limbs. Gliding until it reached a set of alabaster hands. Unnaturally pale, yet undeniably beautiful. The slender fingers had unnaturally long, black nails. About two inches long and coming to a deathly sharp point. The same thick red liquid trickled down the outstretched hand, forming small droplets at the point of the talon-like nails. Before incessantly dropping down the peak of the raven talons and hitting the pool of blood formed underneath.

Drip... Drip... Drip...

The hunched figure rolled their head back, resting it on the blood splattered wall. A squealch could be heard as the once raven hair was squished between the stone and the figures head. The beautiful glossy black, was now soaked and matted by the deep crimson liquid. It clinging to and suffocating each strand of hair. Blank, rubious eyes slowly examined the horror scene around them. Everything was painted in a deep red. There was barely a spot that resembled the once ashy grey of the alley. Now it was all red. Now it was all blood.

And that only meant one thing. The blood wasn't consumed. It was left on display for all to see. A sick and twisted, yet beautifully delicate masterpiece for the world. This was no hunt for survival, it was a slaughter.

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The door softly cracked open, sounding with a small creak as it did. Steel grey eyes glanced upwards, annoyed at the unwanted intrusion and lack of knocing, yet intrigued by who would disturb him so late at night.