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I THINK I WANT TO SLEEP, BUT I KNOW I DON'T - V-Ruby-One - Apr 11 2025

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It did not know peace. It did not know sleep. Hibernation was a lie, each moment it spent in the chrysalis stretched on longer then the last, each microsecond filled with dread and nightmares and VIOLENCE CHAOS DESTRUCTION. It is Hound, it is Disorder, it is Violence Incarnate.

It could not control itself. Was it even itself? It did not know this sky. It did not know the sky, yet it watched it shatter. Green lightning burst from the clouds. A roar lit up the very air in black flame. Its vision was hazy, but it felt too real. It could see each face, every pair of eyes, windows to the soul, the terrified expressions as it ripped through countless enemies, and then immediately forgot them as another came into its sight. It could not control itself. There was only violence.

"I WANT TO STOP THIS," it howled into the wind as it tore another heart out of its owner's chest, the sick sound of breaking ribs and tearing veins as the organ was ripped right out of its chest cavity. It stared for a moment at the thing in its claws, still beating, dripping blood for a second longer before going still. "I DON'T WANT THIS." It couldn't feel its mouth moving. Was it even speaking, or was it in its mind? Or was it

Someone else was screaming it. And suddenly it was face to face with the one whose voice was screeching into the wind and it was tearing them apart too. Black blood burst in its face, the howl of a creature in its ears, and it felt their agony like its own. Claws tore into glowing green cracks, teeth ripped out chunks of purple and black fur and flesh, like a shark descending on its kill, like a thousand sharks in the body of one valkhound tearing razing destroying

itself.

It was looking at itself. Eyes going cold and dark, body limp, bubbling into oil. It screamed and screamed and screamed as its organs disintegrated in its body and rushed out of the cavity it had ripped in its own chest. It clawed out, meeting flesh again, and suddenly it did not matter that it had literally torn itself apart. That it was dying.

IT WOULD BE REBORN.

The violence continued. The agony did not cease. It fought and clawed out eyes and stomachs and throats, devoured fur and flesh and ate their hearts right out of their chests. It ripped open its own body and let it stitch back together, destroying, being reborn, over and over again. IT NEVER ENDED. IT WILL NEVER END.

END MUST BE DESTROYED.

DESTROY END. DESTROY. DESTROY.


RE: I THINK I WANT TO SLEEP, BUT I KNOW I DON'T - V-Ruby-One - Apr 13 2025

It was not always the physical violence. It wished it were. In the destruction of monuments and creations it found no peace or satisfaction, only a yearning for more, barely satiated by the cracking of the stones beneath its feet or the black-burning structures it was unleashed upon. It was a rabid hound off its tether in an empty city, with nothing to quench its need for destruction except hollow buildings and its own flesh.

Even as its magic ripped the stones apart at its feet, as it howled under the shattering sky, it could not stop itself from sinking claws into its chest, ripping itself apart and gorging on its own lifeblood. It was a heady tonic, the world vibrated in its senses as black Oil ran down its throat and filled its empty belly. It screamed from the agony, nobody to hear its call but the ruins it stood within, painted black from the spray of its own dark essence.

IT WOULD BE REBORN.

It felt like eons, the loneliness, the solitude, the desolate NOTHING nearly crushing it from the outside in. Something within it cried to the moment to go longer - it was safe here, right? It was quiet. It was free of the violence. The red was just a heartbeat beyond its vision. But the beast HOWLED. It tore deeper GET ME OUT GET ME OUT and then

REBORN.

A blink and its claws were in something ELSE that cried beneath its rage. It hissed and spat and devolved into a flurry of limbs and claws and HATRED.

VIOLENCE. IT WOULD NOT BE SATISFIED.

Somewhere, something was laughing, deep, booming, rumbling across the earth as the hellion's tether snapped once again and the world descended to red.

Somehwere, someone was crying. Begging. Its lip curled and it lunged forward until its jaws met the throat, teeth ripping right through the windpipe until they SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Somewhere, deep beneath the rabid beast, something wondered, despair a deep ache in its heart. When will it end? I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE! It was cut off, smothered, a roar taking its place as the violence continued.

IT WILL NEVER END UNTIL WE DESTROY END. DESTROY END. DESTROY. DESTROY.


RE: I THINK I WANT TO SLEEP, BUT I KNOW I DON'T - V-Ruby-One - Apr 15 2025

Something in it screamed for it all to stop. Begged and pleaded through each battle, something that had always been there deep in its black heart that cried for the violence to end. It could not take it anymore. It was bending under the constant war, breaking under the strain of the nightmares on its mind. Any longer...it would lose its sense of reason. It would become nothing but the violence, the hound. It would simply be V-Ruby-One and nothing more.

Why is that so bad? The voice pressed down, appearing in its mind eye as its own disembodied head, oil pouring from its toxic eyes, black blood dripping from the ragged stump, where the Black Spire had obliterated the rest of its body. It snarled. We ARE V-Ruby-One. We are CHAOS.

No, no that wasn't right. That wasn't it. It was not just a hound. It was HELION. It was Azrael's creation. It was its own self. But...as it grasped for more things that made up the being, it grasped at nothing but hatred and chaos and violence incarnate. That which is was proving it was more then.

The beast laughed. You see? YOU SEE? It cried. It did not want to be just that and only that. But it was so small, so weak, and every moment it spent in this realm of nightmares, the more it faded away. It curled into itself and begged, pleaded, but all that answered was the roar of Chaos.

WE ARE VIOLENCE. WE WILL DESTROY END. IF YOU DO NOT WANT FOR THE PURPOSE OFFERED, THEN YOU WILL DIE HERE.

It did not want to die. But it did not have a choice.

It was not a quick death. No, it wouldn't be granted the mercy. It would go on fighting, killing, destroying, each wound opened, each heartbeat stopped, each scream of terror and pain in its ear chipped away at it more and more, like a superficial cut for each and ever instance, until it was covered in wounds and bleeding out in the farthest recesses of its mind.

As it breathed its last, it caught sight of something. Another beast approaching, looking extraordinarily like itself, but also like HIM. It kneeled before its curled body and dug its claws in deep. It lay there, helpless, as it was devoured, piece by piece.


RE: I THINK I WANT TO SLEEP, BUT I KNOW I DON'T - V-Ruby-One - Apr 18 2025

Reality wasn't real. This was real. The shattering rainbow sky, the endless violence. Rrevalks bellowing voice like green lightning crashing across the sky, rumbling the stones with its thunderous sound. Every overwhelming second was more real then its life had ever been. Each breath was hatred, and it exhaled devastation. Iron on its tongue was a sweet nectar and it relished in every blow rained down against its shoulder, its chest, its face, everything.

This was what it was created for.

Endless violence. Destruction. Pain. It had never felt so alive yet so dead at the same time. AS IT WAS MEANT TO BE!! This was the point of it all. This! This!!! It had been so foolish to think there was no reason, no purpose, nothing but aimless chaos.

IT IS PURPOSE!! Yes! YES!! Its purpose was to destroy, destroy END!! It's purpose was to SERVE THE CREATOR however He desired! Oil gurgled up its throat as it tore into another enemy. THIS IS PURPOSE.

It turned and saw Daphne.

Sparking with lightning, older then she'd been when Helion had met her. "I said I'd show you how much I improve! Look at me now!" she said with such innocence in her eyes. Excitement. Joy. V-Ruby-One was frozen there, staring.

And then Rrevalk bellowed from the sky. "YOU ARE MEANT TO DESTROY END!" And then red descended and suddenly the wolf was dead at its feet and her blood was splattered over its claws, its chest, its muzzle. A piece of her flesh was still stuck in its mouth.

And it simply snarled and turned, lashing for the next enemy, the moment gone, passed, destroyed. But not forgotten.

Something wailed within it. Something cried for the loss of what had been a friend to it. VALKHOUNDS MAKE NO FRIENDS! She was innocent, she was kind! Helion was not kind, Helion didn't care, but shouldn't it? Shouldn't it distinguish between friend and foe, good and evil, deserving and undeserving? WHO CARES!!! VIOLENCE!! CHAOS!! KILL AND DESTROY!! But she had been good and nice and she wasn't...was this all there was? Destruction? Death and violence and destruction of everything in its sight?

YES No YES No YES!! YES!!! NO... YES! YES!! YES!!! ...Yes. YES! YES!! YES! Wait...no. NO!! YES YES YES YES YES YES -

It gripped its head and screamed as it split apart.

IT IS NEVER GOING TO END UNTIL WE DESTROY END. DESTROY END! DESTROY! DESTROY!!


RE: I THINK I WANT TO SLEEP, BUT I KNOW I DON'T - V-Ruby-One - Apr 21 2025

Things stopped making sense. They didn't need to make sense. All that mattered was the endless violence and the red, bloody haze that had descended on the gembound valkhound. It was nothing but claws shearing through flesh and nerves and muscle and bone and it was the flames that burned its enemies and the lightning in the sky that roared in the Creator's voice. It was the pitiful beasts, their bodies torn open and dying on the ground, and it was their destroyer, leaning over them and tasting their fear and agony. It was screaming and crying, it was insane, it was spltiting apart, it was whole again, it was

VIOLENCE. CHAOS. RUIN. That's right. It was a destroyer. That was its purpose. That was ALWAYS its purpose.

It gave in, for there was no point in fighting it any longer. In conceded ts defeat, and allowed its psyche to be devoured by the beast, who howled to the sky its victory and its pleasure. It fell into the shadow and flame and disappeared from everything, from reality, from nightmare, from its own mind's eye. It was gone.

DESTROY END. DESTROY. DESTROY.


RE: I THINK I WANT TO SLEEP, BUT I KNOW I DON'T - V-Ruby-One - Apr 22 2025

The battle begins anew.

The sky shatters and the roar of the Creator beckons it to war. It falls upon them like locusts onto a field, stripping them of their skin, wetting the ground with their blood, decorating their ruined cities with their entrails and remains. It is one of many, but it is alone to choke their screams, taste their tears. A hundred, a thousand, it doesn't matter.

It doesn't remember itself. It doesn't know where it is. Who it is. It doesn't matter, nothing else matters.

It is a rapid beast, feral, heat pumping through its veins like fire into a steam engine, like power through a generator. It feels them both, the flames and the lightning, on its body, in its heart, racing through its veins and connecting to its foe where it burns and destroys, melts eyes from their sockets, cuts the screams out of their throats. It doesn't know how many it has killed. It does not know where it ends and they begin. Where does its agony and their death overlap, where is it apart? They are one and the same.

It kills them and it kills itself over and over and over and over and

REBORN.

Endless. Numbing. It has long been hollowed out. The ceaseless nightmares have done their toll. It is nothing. It is Hound. It is VIOLENCE. V-Ruby-One, Helion, is a figment, a dream, someone far, far away with pointless concerns, useless hatred, problems and pains that matter to no one.

No one.

NO ONE.

No one here. Nobody here. It is alone. It is violent and alone and tearing itself apart. It is slipping away, the haze is slipping free. Rising. The curtain opened around its mind. WHY?! It reaches for it, but its like water, running out through its bloodstained fingers until it is left in darkness to claw at itself for lack of enemies, to scream into the void until its vocal chords are torn from its throat. And even all of that fades. Fades...

And then it is gone.

*exit