Well...Shit. (Gen, Sheffield, R)
Title: Well...Shit.
Author: remy_ice_angel
'Verse: Digital Devil Saga
Characters: Sheffield
Rating: R for violence and language
Warnings: Spoilers for the Five Years Ago segment of DDS2
Disclaimer: DDS and all its characters are the property of ATLUS. This is a non-profit fanfiction.
Summary: Hindsight from a lack of foresight is never a good thing when God is involved.
Table/Prompt: Phrases/It seemed like a good idea at the time
In retrospect, letting Argilla shoot Heat in the back like that was stupid. The whole thing could have easily been prevented. Or better yet...making sure that stupid technician never pressed the audio/video feed button. Too many variables. Had he made a miscalculation?
The sun is dark now, the Apocalypse is surely here.
But it doesn’t matter now. God’s power is working its way within him, burning his face, branding him, starting to change him. Sheffield has what he wants now. He likes the feel of the brand on his face, sending tendrils of energy crawling all over his face and torso, deep into his body...
Oh.
Oh God.
He feels it now, a knotting in his stomach that makes him double over, knees giving out from under him as something claws to the surface...Argilla’s screaming, she’s getting closer, closer, and damn it he can smell her blood. And he wants it. He wants to eat her face...wants to tear into her abdomen and devour her womb.
There’s something howling in the back of his head, but he can’t make it out with Argilla screaming and his arms in agony and the rest of him on fire
Om Mani Padme Hm
Eat them all eat them all eat them all eat them all eat them all eat them all
And then he’s eating her face and slicing into her belly with his radius bone and if this is God, then fuck, he wants to eat like this every day.
Author: remy_ice_angel
'Verse: Digital Devil Saga
Characters: Sheffield
Rating: R for violence and language
Warnings: Spoilers for the Five Years Ago segment of DDS2
Disclaimer: DDS and all its characters are the property of ATLUS. This is a non-profit fanfiction.
Summary: Hindsight from a lack of foresight is never a good thing when God is involved.
Table/Prompt: Phrases/It seemed like a good idea at the time
In retrospect, letting Argilla shoot Heat in the back like that was stupid. The whole thing could have easily been prevented. Or better yet...making sure that stupid technician never pressed the audio/video feed button. Too many variables. Had he made a miscalculation?
The sun is dark now, the Apocalypse is surely here.
But it doesn’t matter now. God’s power is working its way within him, burning his face, branding him, starting to change him. Sheffield has what he wants now. He likes the feel of the brand on his face, sending tendrils of energy crawling all over his face and torso, deep into his body...
Oh.
Oh God.
He feels it now, a knotting in his stomach that makes him double over, knees giving out from under him as something claws to the surface...Argilla’s screaming, she’s getting closer, closer, and damn it he can smell her blood. And he wants it. He wants to eat her face...wants to tear into her abdomen and devour her womb.
There’s something howling in the back of his head, but he can’t make it out with Argilla screaming and his arms in agony and the rest of him on fire
Om Mani Padme Hm
Eat them all eat them all eat them all eat them all eat them all eat them all
And then he’s eating her face and slicing into her belly with his radius bone and if this is God, then fuck, he wants to eat like this every day.