06-20-2020, 04:59 PM
"THAT'S RIGHT, sister! Hah! Now you're starting to geeet it!"
Vaerux laughed darkly.
"You're a sham. A faaake. A doubled-dooown-demon so convinced that she's doing good that she's got herself believing she's gonna kiss everything and make it better even as she lights the match to burn it all down. You can't escape who you are, kid, and sooner you realize that, the beeetter!"
"Uhh... Nyx? You alright?" Levia said, her arm dropping to her side as she noticed Nyxxa's rather out-of-character outburst.
"So the real question, the ONLY question... is what the fuck are you gonna do about it, huh? You gonna keep striking the shed like its the cause of your problems? GO ON! Don't stop now. Keep going. Hit it over and over and over again until your bones shaaatter and crumble to pieces. It won't change anything!"
"Nyxxa, stop," Levia said moving closer to her friend. "You're going to hurt yourself," not realizing the irony of the situation given the sting in her own knuckles.
"But don't stop there! Break your arms, your legs, your face for all I fucking care; it won't change what you are; WHO you are. You can die a thousand times and you'll just come back again and again until what little thought you've got left in that obtuse skull of yours oozes out across the Twisting Nether.
"SO NYXXAAAAA!" he shouted, his voice echoing in her mind.
"Nyxxa!" Levia shouted, grabbing the satyr's wrist before she struck another blow.
Vaerux's voice was low, an incendiary challenge on the precipice of cataclysm, like a candle rolling across a dry stone in an oilfield. "Whaaat. The fuck. Are you going to do about it?"
Vaerux laughed darkly.
"You're a sham. A faaake. A doubled-dooown-demon so convinced that she's doing good that she's got herself believing she's gonna kiss everything and make it better even as she lights the match to burn it all down. You can't escape who you are, kid, and sooner you realize that, the beeetter!"
"Uhh... Nyx? You alright?" Levia said, her arm dropping to her side as she noticed Nyxxa's rather out-of-character outburst.
"So the real question, the ONLY question... is what the fuck are you gonna do about it, huh? You gonna keep striking the shed like its the cause of your problems? GO ON! Don't stop now. Keep going. Hit it over and over and over again until your bones shaaatter and crumble to pieces. It won't change anything!"
"Nyxxa, stop," Levia said moving closer to her friend. "You're going to hurt yourself," not realizing the irony of the situation given the sting in her own knuckles.
"But don't stop there! Break your arms, your legs, your face for all I fucking care; it won't change what you are; WHO you are. You can die a thousand times and you'll just come back again and again until what little thought you've got left in that obtuse skull of yours oozes out across the Twisting Nether.
"SO NYXXAAAAA!" he shouted, his voice echoing in her mind.
"Nyxxa!" Levia shouted, grabbing the satyr's wrist before she struck another blow.
Vaerux's voice was low, an incendiary challenge on the precipice of cataclysm, like a candle rolling across a dry stone in an oilfield. "Whaaat. The fuck. Are you going to do about it?"