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Author: Aublivienne
Story: Singularity Syndrome/Belial Jones
Title: Hellshatter
Challenge: Vanilla #26 (anniversary/memorial)
Extras/Toppings: Hot Fudge
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 691
Summary: An old acquaintance decides to pop in for a visit.
Notes: Leave it to me to come up with an even SCARIER character, right? :p
Renaissance's eyes snapped open. This wasn't his dream; he could feel it immediately. He didn't create this. The concrete walls and the chrome table in front of him weren't his style.
His mouth dried out as his mind began to process the situation. He was the one who controlled dreams...but not only did someone else create this, they brought him there without him knowing. There weren't many beings in existence that had that kind of power.
At the other end of the table sat a familiar figure. Very familiar...but not. The usual pair of glasses that Renaissance was accustomed to seeing on that particular figure had been replaced with an eyepatch-style monocle. The monocle itself triggered something in Renaissance that brought him to the edge of sheer panic, but he couldn't quite remember why... “Alain?” Renaissance asked, hoping that it was indeed the former professor that he was speaking to.
“No,” the being wearing Alain's skin said. His voice was almost identical to Alain's, but there was something...corrupt about it, something that was only noticeable to the unlucky souls who knew exactly how corrupt the being was.
Not-Alain smirked and snapped his fingers. “Say my name.”
Renaissance's blood ran cold as he realized just who was sitting in front of him. “H-Hellshatter.”
“Yes, that's it.” The demigod rested his elbows on the table. “I love how your voice cracks whenever you say it.”
Before he could stop himself, Renaissance jumped to his feet. “What did you do to him?” he asked, trying his hardest to keep his voice steady.
“Who?” Hellshatter raised an eyebrow for a moment before he realized what Renaissance meant. “He's safe. He seems to like this, actually. It's been eight hundred years, but I've finally found a human that's truly depraved enough to think like me.” He chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Or at least as close as a human can get. I suppose I can use him, though.”
Renaissance swallowed hard. This wasn't good. “Why are you here?” he asked.
“Because I've been bored,” Hellshatter answered, inspecting his sharpened nails. “I want to avoid the blood this time, though. That was messy, and I much prefer watching things burn and decay and disintegrate.” He smiled. “Could you be a good boy and find me some acid? That would be fun.”
“No, you-you can't...”
Hellshatter laughed. “Oh, I love that word! 'No'...it's so cute! So...” Suddenly, he was behind Renaissance, leaning on the chair. “So futile,” he growled.
“B-besides,” Renaissance stammered, trying to change the subject. “Acid melts things. It'll be just as messy.”
“Hmm.” Hellshatter cocked his head. “You're right,” he said, almost to himself. “Paint thinner, then? Humans are so good at creating things that I can use against them.” He grinned and put his arms around Renaissance. “You and your brothers should come help me.”
“No!”
The demigod threw his head back and laughed. “There's that word again!” he yelled, clapping his hands in glee. “You've always been the bad one, I didn't think that I'd have to fight with you on this. Not that it'll be a fight, of course...”
Belial looked down at his eldest brother. “What happened?” he asked, nervously tapping his foot and clutching his book to his chest. It wasn't like Renaissance to show up in this state.
“I'm not sure,” Sable said. “He was laying on the floor when I got up, and he hasn't said a word.”
“Oh, poor little Blasphemer. We didn't scare him too much, did we?”
The brothers turn toward the door at the sound of the new voice, hands on their respective weapons, but calmed down slightly when they saw who was there. “Alain,” Sable said. “You didn't see anything, did you? Are you alri...” Sable's heart sank when he noticed what Alain was holding. “Where...did you get that monocle?”
Alain smirked and crossed his arms. “From a new friend,” he answered. “Oh...he says hello, by the way.”
Story: Singularity Syndrome/Belial Jones
Title: Hellshatter
Challenge: Vanilla #26 (anniversary/memorial)
Extras/Toppings: Hot Fudge
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 691
Summary: An old acquaintance decides to pop in for a visit.
Notes: Leave it to me to come up with an even SCARIER character, right? :p
Renaissance's eyes snapped open. This wasn't his dream; he could feel it immediately. He didn't create this. The concrete walls and the chrome table in front of him weren't his style.
His mouth dried out as his mind began to process the situation. He was the one who controlled dreams...but not only did someone else create this, they brought him there without him knowing. There weren't many beings in existence that had that kind of power.
At the other end of the table sat a familiar figure. Very familiar...but not. The usual pair of glasses that Renaissance was accustomed to seeing on that particular figure had been replaced with an eyepatch-style monocle. The monocle itself triggered something in Renaissance that brought him to the edge of sheer panic, but he couldn't quite remember why... “Alain?” Renaissance asked, hoping that it was indeed the former professor that he was speaking to.
“No,” the being wearing Alain's skin said. His voice was almost identical to Alain's, but there was something...corrupt about it, something that was only noticeable to the unlucky souls who knew exactly how corrupt the being was.
Not-Alain smirked and snapped his fingers. “Say my name.”
Renaissance's blood ran cold as he realized just who was sitting in front of him. “H-Hellshatter.”
“Yes, that's it.” The demigod rested his elbows on the table. “I love how your voice cracks whenever you say it.”
Before he could stop himself, Renaissance jumped to his feet. “What did you do to him?” he asked, trying his hardest to keep his voice steady.
“Who?” Hellshatter raised an eyebrow for a moment before he realized what Renaissance meant. “He's safe. He seems to like this, actually. It's been eight hundred years, but I've finally found a human that's truly depraved enough to think like me.” He chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Or at least as close as a human can get. I suppose I can use him, though.”
Renaissance swallowed hard. This wasn't good. “Why are you here?” he asked.
“Because I've been bored,” Hellshatter answered, inspecting his sharpened nails. “I want to avoid the blood this time, though. That was messy, and I much prefer watching things burn and decay and disintegrate.” He smiled. “Could you be a good boy and find me some acid? That would be fun.”
“No, you-you can't...”
Hellshatter laughed. “Oh, I love that word! 'No'...it's so cute! So...” Suddenly, he was behind Renaissance, leaning on the chair. “So futile,” he growled.
“B-besides,” Renaissance stammered, trying to change the subject. “Acid melts things. It'll be just as messy.”
“Hmm.” Hellshatter cocked his head. “You're right,” he said, almost to himself. “Paint thinner, then? Humans are so good at creating things that I can use against them.” He grinned and put his arms around Renaissance. “You and your brothers should come help me.”
“No!”
The demigod threw his head back and laughed. “There's that word again!” he yelled, clapping his hands in glee. “You've always been the bad one, I didn't think that I'd have to fight with you on this. Not that it'll be a fight, of course...”
Belial looked down at his eldest brother. “What happened?” he asked, nervously tapping his foot and clutching his book to his chest. It wasn't like Renaissance to show up in this state.
“I'm not sure,” Sable said. “He was laying on the floor when I got up, and he hasn't said a word.”
“Oh, poor little Blasphemer. We didn't scare him too much, did we?”
The brothers turn toward the door at the sound of the new voice, hands on their respective weapons, but calmed down slightly when they saw who was there. “Alain,” Sable said. “You didn't see anything, did you? Are you alri...” Sable's heart sank when he noticed what Alain was holding. “Where...did you get that monocle?”
Alain smirked and crossed his arms. “From a new friend,” he answered. “Oh...he says hello, by the way.”