LET'S SHOW THEM THE TRUE NATURE OF THIS WORLD | July Catch-All (Closed)

[the_obedient_servant]

Who: Chara and assorted others.
What: Chara kills Oscar Pine, their corruption worsens, and they pick fights with half of Trench.
When: Throughout the month of July.
Where: All over Trench.

Warnings: blood, violence, body horror, themes of existentialism and nihilism, harm to children, suicidal ideation, mass murder of unarmed people.

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show me no mercy - closed to sharon

[the_obedient_servant]

[It is, of course, unsurprising that Mother Mercy's protective force does not come from her traditional followers, who enact cruel mercies in the name of their mistress. It's the followers attracted by one Night Sister who fell into the sea, conned into power that isn't theirs. They've proven more formidable foes with their weak understanding of the force, and paired with a group of several cultists who are extra keen on lighting their attackers on fire using coldblood magic, this is proving to be more challenging than usual.

It's why they picked up Silva from her own bloody crusade, and brought her along for the ride. They are so far proving to be a bloody and effective team, even though Chara has to share in the EXP with her. It's as they clear one room in one of the bigger buildings dedicated to the Mother that they stand up from finishing off the Darkblood that proved most difficult and take a moment to look at Silva.

Their eyes are hollow and black and lifeless, but none-the-less impressed.]

I'm thinking we can bring this entire building down. What do you think, magic, or the good old fashioned way? [It's not the first house Chara burned down this month.]

[fogsong]

I'd like to see the whole place turned to ash. I don't want them to be able to figure out whose bones are whose by the time we're done here. [ She looked back to Chara when she responded. Hate dripped from her voice as she wiped beads of sweat and blood from her brow. The cultists have proven painfully formidable with the powers they've used against them, dealing Sharon several wounds that were already making her move slower. She was going to need days to recover as it were after this. ]

I don't want a beam in this shithole left standing for them to cluster and pray around. [ A dark fire flickered in the palm of her hand and she let it dance and swirl around her fingers. She wanted them gone. She wanted them so completely eradicated that no one would speak their names in a year's time. ] This lesson should be the death of them.

[the_obedient_servant]

[Chara smiles, clearly satisfied with that answer.

In truth, the depths of Silva's hate are a lot, even to them. But they're not Asriel. They don't need her to be stable, only destructive. It's nostalgic, in a way. They remember when they felt hate to that degree, rather than the dull haze that they find themselves in.

They're not unsympathetic, either, which is why this partnership works. In a way, Silva reminds them of them before they died. So utterly overwhelmed by her hatred at those that had hurt her. She has a right to it, of course. Just like the child that was had a right to it as well.]

Then let's see that wish granted. [Like some kind of awful genie, stuck in the dirt for god knows how long.]

There are more, in the lower levels, beneath the earth. [Because that's what this was, before Superior and her queen arrived.] Let's cave the building itself in, and then I can bring us below to finish the rest off while they have no means of escape.

It'll be a locked door slaughter. [They walk past the smoldering corpse of the one they just finished off to another one, half living still, bleeding a cold liquid that Chara gets to work in harvesting quickly.] You can start. I'll be but a moment.

[fogsong]

[ Chara reminds Sharon so much of her dark self. They're like an echo of early Alessa, full of a dark, cold determination that drives her to be crueler. It's comforting. It's nice. A grin spreads out across her face, teeth peeking out from behind her darkened lips.

It was as if they were granting her a wish, a wish she's granted herself once long ago. Before Trench, she'd committed acts like this against The Order but this reminds her more of her brief act of vengeance in the church sanctuary. It excites her. ]

Don't take too long. [ Blood is important here, she knows that, but she's feeling antsy. There's so much energy here, so much darkness deep inside that she's feeling riled. She sends fire hurling through the air and it smashes through one of the windows, catching a pair of dark curtains alight.

While Chara works, she does too. She moves through the building and topples pillars telekinetically. She crushes statues and sets anything that can burn afire. She wants there to be nothing left when they're done here. Nothing but rubble. A reminder that people like this, that cults, weren't acceptable here any longer. ]

[the_obedient_servant]

[They smile like what she says is a private joke between them and them alone, like time isn't something they can weave together like fabric. They draw the sigils, and it takes about two minutes.

They can hear, distantly, the sounds of the survivors in the underground. They've trapped themselves. Chara wonders if they even know that yet.

They finish, standing up with a flourish. They admire Silva's work, the flames burning and filling the room with smoke where once their was blind zeal and belief.]

Let us continue. We have work to do. [They offer Silva a small hand to take, to follow them underground further into the dark. The blood is timed. If either of them come into contact with it, they'll be caught in the blast.

So naturally, they know a shortcut.]

[fogsong]

[ Sharon takes the small hand without an ounce of hesitation, gripping it gently with her larger one. She had once thought she would have to commit these acts all alone again, acts she knew other Sleepers would disapprove of, but then Chara appeared like some dark avenging cherub and she knew she wouldn’t be alone.

It was just like that moment in the hospital when her darkness came to her full of promises. It made her feel connected to them in an indescribable way. Protective. Admiring.

As they head to the lower levels, Sharon idly allows fires to bloom up around them like spring flowers. She can hear the survivors now more clearly. Some of them were praying and it ignites a fresh fury in her. She gives Chara’s hand a tight squeeze as if seeking comfort. ]

They’re no different than the Order, praying to a deity that doesn’t care for sanctuary and succor from those who judge them for their cruel, blind faith. [ a dark laugh bubbles up from her throat. ] They should be praying to us.