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Posting this one separately to apply all the relevent trigger warning tags for gore! Artfight attack. https://artfight.net/attack/8246698.your-existence-is-my-cage
so about this dnd au again.. yeag.....
What was your first kill like?
“Messy, but your first time tends to be regardless of what it is you’re doing.” Roman said, and would have smirked had he still possessed the ability to do so. His first kill? Now that was almost a lifetime ago. He wasn’t even eighteen at the time but killing somebody with your bare hands was very different from merely being the culprit such as how he’d been responsible for setting the fire that had burned his parents alive in their family home. ”I was a young punk back then, picking up the pieces of my life and rebuilding after shit went down when Janus Cosmetics was bought off by Wayne Industries. I lost everything that night and had nothing left so starting over was tough. I made a few friends out on the streets but made lots of enemies too, and some realized I was going to be a problem in the future...” He reclined in his seat, taking on a pensive look as his fingers brushed over his forehead. ”One guy in particular, never learned his name but he was the main drug dealer in the area at the time. No connections to any big players, just didn’t like me and my boys muscling in on his trade so he shot one of them in the head as a warning. Horsehead and I started targeting his men after that, making it difficult to distribute Drops while cutting off funds at the same time. Pissed him off so much when I found out who his main suppliers were and forced them to start selling to me instead.” Angry enough to come after him, a fact which Roman had gleefully anticipated. ”Anyways, he tried to get the drop on me one night. I knew it was him because he always wore this orange motorcycle helmet plus never went anywhere without his precious bulletproof jacket. Didn’t help him much when I shattered his visor with a steel pipe and stabbed through the gap it left. Messed him up real good doing that...” The very memory was nostalgic, euphoric even as he recalled the rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins as hot blood sprayed across the alley walls with every frenzied swing he’d made. Burning his idiot parents alive had been satisfying but even that couldn’t begin to compare to the thrill of cutting somebody down so personally, removing an obstacle in his path just so he could rise to the next level. ”Word on the street afterwards was that he didn’t have much of a face left by the time I was done with him. Kind of wish I’d taken it a little easier and drawn it out, but what can I say? First times are always messy.”
What's your favorite method of torture?
“Come now, friend. You can’t expect me to pick just one method when the potential to inflict pain is endless...” Roman said, eyes glinting like chips of black ice floating in a winter sea. If ever there was a topic he thoroughly enjoyed, torture was it but alas, most people found it too uncomfortable or even downright unacceptable as casual conversation, much less going into specific detail about it.
”See... torture, there’s no one right way of going about it. Your average serial killer and sadist, they get these ideas in their heads, start falling back on particular methods. I like tried and tested as much as any other guy out there but they lack dedication. They use torture as a tool. Me? I make it into a work of art, exploring the possibilities to maximize suffering and misery.” He sighed longingly, fingers itching for some quality fun. It had been a couple of weeks since he’d last unwound with a good session, being too caught up in his work as of late to truly dedicate himself to his most macabre of hobbies. An idiot rookie who’d let him down had been his most recent playmate, hardly the type to appreciate his endeavours. He hadn’t lasted long either, losing consciousness not even twenty minutes into the fun while begging all the while for it to end. Roman scoffed. He’d never liked it when they did that. Such people were hardly a challenge when anything could make them beg and plead for mercy. He leaned forwards in his seat, fishing a cigar from his pocket before lighting it up and inhaling the intoxicating fumes which soothed his agitated hands before breathing out a lungful of smoke, eyes cold and hungry like a shark that had just scented blood in the water. "Can’t tell you all my secrets but I’ll tell you about an entertaining session I had. Had this couple in my hands one time, hadn’t done me any wrong but they were involved with somebody who had. Naturally I had to send a message and what better way than to target a loved one? I took my sweet time with the husband first, taking him apart bit by bit. He took it like a champ on the promise I wouldn’t harm a hair on his pretty wife’s head so I didn’t. Didn’t promise I wouldn’t make her swallow his eyeball like a gumball though.” Oh, how she’d screamed. She’d wailed like a banshee when her husband passed out for the last time, his body too wracked by the agonizing marathon of suffering he’d been put through. She screamed a hell of a lot more when he’d clamped her mouth open and dropped the slippery orb down her throat, veins and all. He tutted at the memory, flicking away the ash at the end of his cigar. Eyeballs were so tricky to keep in one piece but he’d gotten it down pretty nicely by now, he liked to think. He’d certainly removed enough of them over the years.
“One person dead, the other mentally broken and locked up in a mental institute for life. Torture ain’t just sticking bamboo needles under some schmuck’s fingernails or waterboarding his face while he’s strapped down on a table, you gotta get imaginative and figure out what makes him tick! One man’s pain is another man’s hell so it doesn’t do just to stick with the basics, no no no. You gotta dig deep to find the nerve that aches the most, be it physically or mentally.”
Some sketches I've drawn. Up there Maji and a random Espeon character I did to practice posing and stuff. Lower some squirres from photographs and from my head.
I might want to clean the Maji sketch digitally at some point but we'll see. I like it a lot!