Ore-Sama
By: Neko-chan
A/N: *innocent smile smile*
Yami no Malik: *HISS*
... o.o;;
~Ne, last chapter a reviewer asked how much more sadistic this story would get. Does this answer your question? ^_^;; *sweatdrops*
WARNING: *points to Yami no Malik and almost gets her finger bitten off* ... ;_; ... Scary.
DISCLAIMER: Neko-chan is ill. Neko-chan doesn't own. If sue, Neko-chan will beat you. _
VII.
I hate you.
I hiss and growl and snarl and _I hate you_. I hate you all. I want to kill you and destroy you and rip you to shreds. I want to maim you and watch as the blood drips drips drips drips and wash all down your body. Crimson-red and screaming, shrieking, throwing a curse to the sky, and DYING. Die. Die. DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE. DIE. I want you to all _die_. Silence. Abyss. Endless Night. MY DARKNESS. DIE.
I hate you and want to kill you and destroy you.
Scream. Yessssss... Scream scream scream scream scream. Scream for me and shriek and sob and cry and plead and beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg. I HATE YOU ALL. I feel NOTHING for you.
I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate you. Disdain contempt hatred loathing scathing hatred NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING hatred despise. I HATE YOU ALL AND I WANT NOTHING MORE THAN TO KILL YOU.
You hate me, too? You hate Ore-sama? Poor baby. Poor poooooooor baby. Poor baby! Hate Ore-sama? Hate? Hate? Loathe? Good? Hate me because I hate you all. Despise me? Good. Hate Ore-sama because otherwise Ore-sama would kill you all the more slowly. Haaaate you. Loathe you all.
Disease. You're all just a disease to Ore-sama. Disease need to be rid of and destroyed and BE GONE. GO AWAY! DESTROY! Diseased parts of the body must be cut off and thrown away. You're a diseased part of Ore-sama and thus needs to be rid of. Kill you. Oh, yes. Kill you all and throw you away like the disgusting trash you all all.
And you're stupid. Stupid stupid stupid stupid! Stupid people do NOT LAST LONG IN THE WORLD THAT ORE-SAMA SHALL CREATE! Oh, noooo... Stupid people die. Yes? Yes? You shall all DIE.
Ore-sama wants to feel sweet sweet darkness caressing dusky-gold skin and warm warm warm warm warm (hot? hot? Ore-sama seems to think so...) blood running down body as screams echo all around me. Ore-sama. Ore-sama. Ore-saaa~aaama.
Scream in anger and pain and loathing and hatred and pleasure and aching and pain pain pain and pain pain pain pain pain pain painpainpainpain PAIN. Scream~! Scream? Scream? Scream??? Scream for me because Ore-sama hates you all.
Dark dark dark dark. Darkness and night and obsidian abyss. My world. _Mine_. My kingdom, my world, mine mine mine mine. Lovely lovely lovely world. Beautiful world that hates and kills you all. Wonderful wonderful wonderful world, isn't it? Wonderful and lovely and charming and oh-so beautiful! Don't you love my world that hates you all? Ore-sama's lovely lovely lovely beautiful world of darkness and hatred and death. Death. DIE. I. Hate. You.
Scream for Kami-sama as you bleed to death. Scream for your God-Who-Is-Not-There because there is no one there to answer. After all, there is no God. No one will answer you. No one is there to come to your screams, your pleading--scream, scream, scream, scream for all you're worth because no one will answer and no one will care.
Scream cry beg plead want ache and call call call call call call call call pray and pray and pray and pray pray pray pray pray PRAY PRAY PRAY PRAY PRAY for your God because He is not there and He will not answer.
There is no God.
_I_ am Ore-sama.
_I_ am God.
And _I_ hate you all.
How does it feel to have God hate you? How does it feel to have God want to kill and destroy (kill kill kill kill kill kill) and rip you all to bloody shreds? Does God hate you? Oh, yes. God hates you all and will rejoice when red red red red red red red blood forms oceans to wash up upon the shore. Bathe and baptized in blood and anger and pain and hatred.
Ore-sama IS pain. Ore-sama IS blood darkness blood blood blood blood blood. Ore-sama IS anger. Ore-sama IS hatred. (And Ore-sama hates you all.) Ore-sama IS darkness and DEATH. (Die. Ore-sama wants you all dead.) Ore-sama is everything deep within you--but you deny because you DON'T WANT TO BECOME ORE-SAMA. So you'll all die, anyway.
Love blood. Love and caress and taste red red red red red red red red rose.
This is Ore-sama's song of glory and happiness and love and lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust urge kiss lick want need need need need crimson life-fluid covering me and drowning you all. DIE.
World made of dark dark dark dark dark stroke of midnight--Obsidian night and black velvet and silk brushing up against me and your oh-so cold bodies. (Oh, yes... DIE.) Ore-sama's dream and nightmare and vision of the future. And death. So much death death death death death blood rose-red and crimson. Die? Yes. Die. Die. Die. Die. DIE.
Won't you die for Ore-sama?
Won't you die for God?
Scream for God, but Ore-sama will answer, and Ore-sama is God; Ore-sama will cry wordless song of joy and glory as he kill you all. After all, Ore-sama hates you. HATES YOU ALL.
Black, wickedly curved thorns--briars--monkswood--feverfew--nightshade. Poisonous and deadly and oh-so beautiful. Like Ore-sama. (Don't you think that Ore-sama is pretty? Don't you think that God is beautiful and stunning and awe-inspiring?) Like to pet Ore-sama? Like to pet caress want need lick desire God? Beware the thorn that pricks your finger. Prick. Blood. Die. Bleed to death. Scream in pain. And Ore-sama will laugh and laugh and laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh as your eyes glaze over in horror. Oh~! Poor, poor, poor poor poor poooor pooooor baby~!!! DIE.
Little bugs--parasites scurrying for cover and crying out in fear. Scurry and scuttle and run far, far, far, far away! Run? Yes, run! Can run faster? Run faster! I'll crush you all beneath my feet because you are nothing more than insects. You are NOTHING. And you all are DEAD.
I hate you all.
HATE.
HATE.
HATE.
HATE.
Curving and smooth and razor-sharp----bleeding you to death before you can staunch the flow. Wish you would all die and just leave me be to a world of darkness. Wish you would all die. DIE. DIE. DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE. DIE. Hate you ALL.
Laugh chuckle giggle cackle moan scream and howl in joy and pleasure and rapture (rapture? Yesssss... Rapture!) as you tumble and fall end-over-end down the endless abyss of my hatred. Bottomless Pit? Bottomless Abyss? Bottomless Whirlpool? Yessss... Yessssssssss... Die as you fall.
Terror horror fear faith in Him--Him who? God? But Ore-sama _is God_. And Ore-sama will answer all of your prayers! Yes, yes--answer all of your prayers! Croon...
'Hush, little baby, don't say a word...'
Yes, yes, yes--poor, poor baby. Baby don't say a word and Ore-sama will come to you and answer all of your fears! Shhh.. Shhhhhhh... I'll _silence_ all of your fears and cuddle and smooth and comfort and _smother_. Oh? Dying? Yes, poor little baby. Smother and die and be _silent_. SILENCE.
I hate poor, poor little baby.
I hate you all.
Die.
Die, little insects.
DIE.
A/N: *edges away from Yami no Malik* o.o;;
