I see you humans are just as blindingly ignorant as ever. /sighs/

Was I really so evil as to deserve a fate like this?

il-paria:

juno-of-the-first submitted:

I have heard on the trivial grapevine among your fellow kind that your taste for blood might rival even mine. Oh, I could skin you and stitch you in to my aegis. /sighs/ I haven’t added to it since the time of Caesar… Oh, human. You have no idea how addicting the tearing of flesh can be. /sighs wistfully/ How that tang of blood calls when you can’t do anything about it…Oh, and when the bones break, and you hear that faint creak as they twist in your hands, the tremor before the snap. The way sinew pulls away tight like a mesh, or hangs like pumpkin flesh from a carcass. When the muscles are still hot and tense and you can feel them slide against your skin as you tear them open and the whole body gives, collapsing empty and broken and there’s the smell of iron and that stench of fear and death just after the kill and…. 

Oh, little thing. You just have no idea.

I miss the feel of metal shearing flesh from bone. I miss that sound when ribs crack open and bleed marrow over eager fingers. I miss the smell of blood and guts and rotting skin. /sigh  

For such an ancient one, how can ye assume a man who is a Templar and contracted murderer doth not enjoy his work?
It takes a twisted individual, be it assassin or mercenary, to be successful. We enjoy the blood, the gore, the neck snapping, the point blank blood spatter, the anatomical debris from a explosion.

Death is a powerful, beautiful and sexually appealing fetish even the kindest of humans share. For we cannot bringeth a life into this world, alone, at will, even through conception, yet we can taketh it away, absolutely.

Come then, fratella…allow me to indulge thine dark side.
An eve in thine rapture is worth more than this retched life hath shown me.

…you know, human…

My judgement may be harsh on your kind; it is likely to be expected given the circumstances, guilty though we both are in the past and with the now dubious task I have been appointed in guiding you all to your kind’s survival.

…but your persistance with me, and the curious relish in a subject we seem to share makes me wonder if I should forgo my initial perception of you.

It has been some time now since any of your kind has bothered me… and now that my human is no where to be found… even Minerva seems no longer to be with me… Perhaps it is time… P-perhaps I should…

…yes, human. I… I will allow that I suppose.

subject-sixteen:

juno-of-the-first:

subject-sixteen:

… q-questo l’occhio bello… questo suo fratello, questa la chiesina…

I do hope you’re not losing yourself, human…

Chi sei— (who are you) … lo n-non…  (I don’t) … ah, mio dea. (my goddess.)

A-ah, I ..… mm. m-maybe

….I …..I worry for you. ….I have faith that you will find your way through this tangle. And I hope that faith is justified, human. For your sake, of course.

subject-sixteen:

… q-questo l’occhio bello… questo suo fratello, questa la chiesina…

I do hope you’re not losing yourself, human…

il-paria:

juno-of-the-first:

….

I shall leave you to rot away slowly in your solitude, living with all your poor little angst-ridden thoughts until you drive yourself even more insane.

Oh look, your kind has already started the process for me~ I bet there’s not much wear in that skin left.

Ohhhh~ bellissima~ How my heart shatters in a million pieces for thee. All I desire is to bring ye pleasure and companionship, yet I can constantly rejected. Surely solitude gets boring after a while. Am I not even allowed to worship ye as the goddess most revered?

Worship as you see fit, human, so long as that is far far away from me. I’d rather be alone for eternity than share so much as an afternoon with your kind. You are everything that is wrong with this world.

subject-sixteen:

juno-of-the-first:

subject-sixteen:

H-hail, goddess…

It has been… dark… without you

Mm. True apparently I do glow somewhat… though in actuality it is your skin that is oddly dull. Must have faded through all your billions of generations. 

…I digress. I hope you have not been too lost in that tangled web of yours, sweet human.

… o h, no, I m-meant— I—

I am m0re Iost when… when l d-don’t speak with you…

…oh. Do forgive me for not seeing your meaning, human. Your kind speak with me in far more crass ways now… I have forgotten what subtlety can be like. 

…I am… glad to be of service to you.

subject-sixteen:

juno-of-the-first:

subject-sixteen replied to your post

….. j… j… j..j..j-j—Juno?

….oh. You are still here? Greetings, human.

H-hail, goddess…

It has been… dark… without you

Mm. True apparently I do glow somewhat… though in actuality it is your skin that is oddly dull. Must have faded through all your billions of generations. 

…I digress. I hope you have not been too lost in that tangled web of yours, sweet human.

subject-sixteen replied to your post

….. j… j… j..j..j-j—Juno?

….oh. You are still here? Greetings, human.