Post by Nihilus on Dec 6, 2014 21:41:22 GMT
If you were in Satan City, around two o'clock ante meridiem, you heard the eerie screams that filled the night. Screams of terror and complete agony. The kind of howls one shouts when in complete, writhing, pain. None though, would know that the shrieks were coming from just outside the city. The source? Nihilus' headaches were becoming so severe that he was essentially incapacitated. It was as if someone had an ice pick jammed into his temple and was hammering it with Mjolnir. The masked monster had been leaning against a tree in a small meadow, trying to get rid of his headache when his typical urge to destroy subsided and was over taken by the urge to kill. Walking like a drunk person, still holding his head; he stumbled into the city, frantically looking around at whatever establishments were still open. Just up the street a few guys stumbled out of a bar that was closing, Nihilus closed in.
"Look at this guy...hey, Halloween is over, retard" laughed one of the guys, pointing at Nihilus.
"Maybe he's a special kinda stupid and doesn't know that!" laughed another guy. Without a word or form of acknowledgment the brute walked quickly towards one of the men, grabbed his throat, and ripped backwards as hard as he could, blood splattered everywhere as the man grabbed for his throat while falling. The other man yelled in fear and started to run away. Nihilus picked up a rock off the ground next to him and hurled it at the back of his head, rendering him unconscious. Just then a couple too, exited the bar. They screamed at the sight of the fiend only to join the man in having their throats ripped out violently.
The migraine that had been plaguing Nihilus, started to calm down, yet his head was still throbbing. Slowly, he approached the man he had knocked out with a rock and he rolled him into his back. He studied the man, tilting his head from side to side and he noticed a hunting knife tucked into his right boot. Nihilus unsheathed the knife and felt it's blade to make sure it was sharp, indeed it was. He then lifted the man's shirt and slit it down the middle of the chest, causing it to flap open. The bare chest of the man was now exposed and almost looked like a blank canvas though, hairer than most. The knife was so sharp once the steel blade touched the skin, it sliced like butter. The carving began and the man came too, screaming in pain, trying to get away. Nihilus laughed and slit the man's throat, watching him squirm as he finished his master piece.
Upon finishing his art the Demon politely put the knife back where he got it and ripped the man's shirt of and tore it into smaller pieces, then threw the man over his right shoulder. He walked to the nearest street lights and took flight towards it's top. Once there he bound each arm to the light, spread wide, then he lowered himself to the ground. His art was now on display for all to see, and the good news? His migraine had now completely subsided, which made the beast happy, for now at least...