⟨ He swallowed. The only time Jason could ever feel some kind of understanding or pity for the demons here was when he thought long and hard on the idea that once upon a time they were probably like him. Who knew if the 'sins' they had were valid enough to truly belong here. Whatever they had been, though, they weren't any longer. It didn't matter anymore. ⟩
Not as cushy as we thought, right? ⟨ Jason nodded and he did as instructed to a T. Sliced slow, bled the wounds and applied just enough pressure upon incision to really make it hurt. Simple, near elegant. Salted the raw flesh then started again. Blood assaulted his nostrils, but slowly he stopped noticing it. Stopped thinking about the crimson splashing out over his hands.
A moan lofted into the air but it wasn't from him. Those creatures with hooks in grasp more than pleased. It's taken me months. ⟩ I can't remember how many, but I think. I think I finally get it.
⟨ His eyes looked up to Dean again. Blackened whites and violent red irises. That anger hot in his chest. ⟩ This really is Hell. Yeah? This is how it all ends.
Time for more Softgore(tm)
Not as cushy as we thought, right? ⟨ Jason nodded and he did as instructed to a T. Sliced slow, bled the wounds and applied just enough pressure upon incision to really make it hurt. Simple, near elegant. Salted the raw flesh then started again. Blood assaulted his nostrils, but slowly he stopped noticing it. Stopped thinking about the crimson splashing out over his hands.
A moan lofted into the air but it wasn't from him. Those creatures with hooks in grasp more than pleased. It's taken me months. ⟩ I can't remember how many, but I think. I think I finally get it.
⟨ His eyes looked up to Dean again. Blackened whites and violent red irises. That anger hot in his chest. ⟩ This really is Hell. Yeah? This is how it all ends.