Boxes (OCtober 20)

Seithr Svell-Ethrigi

cn heavy violence, sadism, gore, torture, basically all the violent shit

This one was a screamer.

Seithr could tell the moment their fists broke his collar bone and his pupils widened in shock. They followed the punch up with a quick double kick against his kneecaps and were already dancing around him like the morning tide before his brain registered the pain.

The next one preferred suffering in silence, they could tell. That’s why Seithr broke their jaw with a lightning fast headbutt and smashed each of his ears with an empty palm, driving splinters of ice into his eardrums. He would suffer in silence forever.

And then they heard it, finally. Like a perfect symphony that made their entire essence throb, the wailing of their first foe hit them and for a moment they stopped their movements, allowing themselves a little shiver of ecstasy.

Of course, that wasn’t the only reason. The other one was that, this way, they avoided getting beheaded by the axe of their target that instead cut through the freezing cold air next to their head. They shouldn’t let themselves go that much. No pain, no gain. Seithr smiled at that. After all, the pain was the gain, and there was so much more to get here. Maybe they could even make the quiet one sing.

But for now there was a job to do, and they would do it properly. Seithr took a long step forward to close the distance between them and their enemy. Of all the moves they could have possibly made, that one surprised him and gave Seithr the opportunity to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. then they hooked their fingernails in his chest and swung their body around him, leaving shallow cuts in his skin and positioning themselves behind him. They then wrapped their legs around his waist from behind and let the ice coat their hands, just to ram them into his windpipe a split second later. He choked, tried to breathe in and stumbled over, crashing down on his front. He tried to cough but couldn’t, his body contracting and twitching in useless spasms. Seithr forced him down and closed their icy fists around his throat, clenching down further and further until the life faded from his body.

It was a shame their contractor had been so specific. They would have loved to put him into one of their boxes as well.

Not that bad, they decided as they stood up and cracked their knuckles at the other two. Their lips distorted into a borderline enthusiastic smile. Those would suffice for the night.