"You feel like home"

The words resonate inside his blackened mind like a light in the darkest of alleys, the bulb flickering and burning desperately until it flutters out and demons fill the once beautiful lit place. Home. him. Her. he gets it, for inside him resides the very fiery pits of hell that he conquers and she feels like poison in his veins. The stench of death leaks from her pores like sweet perfume that tickles his feral nose. Her presence looming like an angel of death filled lies, deceit and beautiful betrayal. Home. how can one not comprehend of what she speaks? He is a walking martyr for the demons that remain trapped in the helm of flame. An escapee that hasn't fully escaped, his flesh riddled with scarred remembrance and his mind tainted by their cries for freedom.

Can you not see?

It is deeper than you would think, for looking into his crystal eyes you see nothing but clarity. Listening to his husky tones you would hear nothing but strength. Feeling the warmth of his flesh you would feel nothing but possession. And tasting his mouth would be glorious. But it is a facade for the handsome viking is but a testament to the reality that is the stories that scare children into coming inside before the streetlights turn on. He is alluring in his broken state, drawing those of curiosity and likemind to his domain.

It only made sense that the girl found him too.
Almost inevitable in their meet.

Opposites simply in appearance, his dark aura mixing to blend with her pure perfections and yet something in his guttural prime tells him to be wary, warning of the slime filled rot of a heart that resides behind her pale plush breasts. His tongue drags along her flesh, allowing the taste of famine to tangle into his tastebuds. He relishes in it, surprised to find her a better meal than the blood carcass his massive paw rest on. This had taken a strange turn, for he was in no mood for company this dark night and yet, the screams in his mind have turned to a satisfied purr, as if she controlled the demons inside and he was simply a pawn in this mad world. This ghost of a girl before him just might be the true ruler of hades and he a simple soul damned to a life of torment and pain that she inflicted.

Well, he found he rather liked the sound of that.

Her first question grants him a title that causes him to pause, the "lord" in her words triggering memories and a flash of light inside his mind. ash, burning flesh, smoke, turmoil. "My lord!" they yell "Help us my lord!" their cries ignored by the bloodied viking of old, his back turning to them as he leaves the behind to allow his reign to come to an end. His brother gone. His lineage torn away into oblivious. His life leaving him. Days of the vikings coming to a brutal and foolish end. the flashbacks hit him hard some days, worsening since the day he had found magnus, coming together like lost souls. This time he takes the memory with ease, allowing a low rumble to stir in his chest at her. She continues to let those curiosities fall from pale lips, her skin glittering in the light of the stars. Her hand graces his scarred face and lip curls instinctively at the touch that elicits electricity through his all too sensitive whiskers.

"Hush girl, my desires are too great to fathom and unless you are willing to satisfy my darkened needs be careful of what you speak." he was needy, yes the viking king was a bastard of a man but a man all the same. She was tempting to awaken the storm within him, attempting to rid him of his calm state and set a fire to his rancid mind. He would too, take her piece by piece until there was nothing left of her but the mere memory of her. He would start with her body, ravaging and murdering his way through her flesh like a fiend until she was bedridden for days. Then he would go for her soul, demanding her very being to almost dissolve and mesh into his own until she would be nothing but a shell unless he told her otherwise. And then he would finish with her mind, leaking his venomous thoughts into her own and allowing the darkness that he drowns in to greet her like a lover until she wouldn't be able to recall her own name.

The king desired this, and no one had been able to fulfill this need. He was twisted, I tried to warn you. The man looked sane, handsome and carried himself well enough but inside he was all sorts of dark and twisted.

" you tell me," she stretches along him, her bare flesh alluring to his fur covered skin, body growing hot underneath her as she draws far too far from his mouth. He snarls in irritation, biting down upon the dead carass to refrain from biting down on her from her reckless actions. He breathes, ears flicked back until finally some minimal amount of sanity reaches those clear eyes. "what is it you want from me, valkyrie?" sadly, he would give her what she seeks only to rid himself of this aching feeling inside.