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Characters/Pairings: Conrad and Soushu
Word Count: 331
Rating: PG
Any Warnings: Dark themes
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kkm_challenge. Prompt: The Ultimate KKM Challenge
I'm losing ground.
You know how this world can beat you down.
I'm made of clay.
I fear I'm the only one who thinks this way.
I'm always falling down the same hill.
~ I Do Not Want This by Nine Inch Nails
No one knew what had happened.
Correction, no one claimed to know.
Conrad had his suspicions that Murata was very aware of the situation, but Conrad had been having a lot of suspicions lately.
Everyone seemed to believe they had freed the Shinou and defeated Soushu, but only half of that was true.
The dark presence was very much alive and thriving among them—within Conrad.
There had been so many times when he stood beside his older brother, ready to admit the truth of the situation, but the words wouldn’t come. He had already felt what it was like to be seen as a traitor once, and he had no wish to repeat it.
At first he had tried to convince himself that he was only imagining it—that those dark thoughts were simply a reaction to stress and lack of sleep. But the stronger the malicious imagining grew, the more ashamed he became of it and the harder it was to consider admitting that Soushu was slowly gaining control.
Conrad resisted and the powerful being mocked him. He raged and the spirit delighted.
The Lion of Ruttenburg was alone in this battle. He had seen to that himself, and now he was losing it every moment of every day.
He took little solace in knowing his body didn’t possess maryoku for Soushu to use against the others. There were other ways after all. Alford’s sword would serve just as well, and it shouldn’t be hard to extract it from the infatuated boy.
Conrad’s precious control, which he had developed in his youth and honed through his life was slipping away as tendrils of malevolence wrapped their way around him, taking sustenance from the shadowy places that already existed in the soldier’s mind.
Every dirty little secret was swallowed for nourishment. Every selfish impulse was reveled in, and every sinful desire was celebrated.
And the dirtiest, most selfish, most sinful truth of them all was that he looked forward to losing control.
poisonangel7Characters/Pairings: Conrad and Soushu
Word Count: 331
Rating: PG
Any Warnings: Dark themes
Author's Note:
kkm_challenge. Prompt: The Ultimate KKM ChallengeI'm losing ground.
You know how this world can beat you down.
I'm made of clay.
I fear I'm the only one who thinks this way.
I'm always falling down the same hill.
~ I Do Not Want This by Nine Inch Nails
No one knew what had happened.
Correction, no one claimed to know.
Conrad had his suspicions that Murata was very aware of the situation, but Conrad had been having a lot of suspicions lately.
Everyone seemed to believe they had freed the Shinou and defeated Soushu, but only half of that was true.
The dark presence was very much alive and thriving among them—within Conrad.
There had been so many times when he stood beside his older brother, ready to admit the truth of the situation, but the words wouldn’t come. He had already felt what it was like to be seen as a traitor once, and he had no wish to repeat it.
At first he had tried to convince himself that he was only imagining it—that those dark thoughts were simply a reaction to stress and lack of sleep. But the stronger the malicious imagining grew, the more ashamed he became of it and the harder it was to consider admitting that Soushu was slowly gaining control.
Conrad resisted and the powerful being mocked him. He raged and the spirit delighted.
The Lion of Ruttenburg was alone in this battle. He had seen to that himself, and now he was losing it every moment of every day.
He took little solace in knowing his body didn’t possess maryoku for Soushu to use against the others. There were other ways after all. Alford’s sword would serve just as well, and it shouldn’t be hard to extract it from the infatuated boy.
Conrad’s precious control, which he had developed in his youth and honed through his life was slipping away as tendrils of malevolence wrapped their way around him, taking sustenance from the shadowy places that already existed in the soldier’s mind.
Every dirty little secret was swallowed for nourishment. Every selfish impulse was reveled in, and every sinful desire was celebrated.
And the dirtiest, most selfish, most sinful truth of them all was that he looked forward to losing control.
