Hien completely breaks down. He can't handle this anymore. He can't take it. His already broken heart with its brittle pieces on the ground is now smashed into fine powder. It hurts. It hurts so much. It's fake, but it gets to Hien to the core of his existence. He may have lived his life being tortured both physically and mentally, but this is one of the moments it's gotten so much reaction. And it's not even meant to be torture.
The option to consume is there. It's as if it was waiting the entire time. This is his fault. It's his fault. He did this. The tears don't stop.
His right arm turns into the same substance as the monster form he sometimes takes—smoky, shadow-like, wispy.
It's surprising as to how fragile the mind can be. Despite everything, Hien Callias likes living. He would love to live forever without his ever looming future dampening on things. There are ups and downs in life. No matter how steep the dip is, he would always eventually be okay. He would get back up. Of the many times that Hien has died, suicide was very few. Even then, they weren't emotionally charged. They were simply a practical means to him in order to escape a situation.
But this?
This?
The right arm devours the owner without hesitation. He eats himself. The neck gets brutally torn first, then the head is viciously chewed upon and swallowed. The rest of the body is scarfed down as if the creature had been starved for eons.
cw: suicide, gore, vore
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Hien completely breaks down. He can't handle this anymore. He can't take it. His already broken heart with its brittle pieces on the ground is now smashed into fine powder. It hurts. It hurts so much. It's fake, but it gets to Hien to the core of his existence. He may have lived his life being tortured both physically and mentally, but this is one of the moments it's gotten so much reaction. And it's not even meant to be torture.
The option to consume is there. It's as if it was waiting the entire time. This is his fault. It's his fault. He did this. The tears don't stop.
His right arm turns into the same substance as the monster form he sometimes takes—smoky, shadow-like, wispy.
It's surprising as to how fragile the mind can be. Despite everything, Hien Callias likes living. He would love to live forever without his ever looming future dampening on things. There are ups and downs in life. No matter how steep the dip is, he would always eventually be okay. He would get back up. Of the many times that Hien has died, suicide was very few. Even then, they weren't emotionally charged. They were simply a practical means to him in order to escape a situation.
But this?
This?
The right arm devours the owner without hesitation. He eats himself. The neck gets brutally torn first, then the head is viciously chewed upon and swallowed. The rest of the body is scarfed down as if the creature had been starved for eons.
Hien Callias is dead.
He wants to stay dead. ]