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...touch him on his cross, and I shall rip your heart out and feast on it and laugh.
I fancy the pretty little corpse and the pretty little sway to young hips and gouged eyes and the licorice never known by such a mouth.
The red drip-drip-drip puts me to sleep at night. Would you truly care to disturb such a beau~ti~ful procedure...? Father, Archbishop - your blessing upon such a sight.
It bloodies the bone and it quenches the thirst and it feeds the mouth, burns the gums - breaks them - lively and sickly vermin and coy and nothing there. Nothing.
Weakness inspires.
Failure, moreso.
[ooc: ...apparently, crucification = nice interior decoration, in Rosiel's opinion. He'd like to keep the ornament there a while longer. =__=;; If, uch, you want to, your character can claim they didn't intervene during the actual fight-out because of a similar order? >.>!]