"only the satisfaction of slaughter will cause it to return to the darkness from which it came"
a sinister clown terrorizes the small town of miles county, murdering anyone that gets in his path. one young woman becomes his favorite and he's willin...
the corruption stage has finally caught up to our dear reader. she has her first official kill which switches her from pure to evil.
art n reader shared viewpoints here.
art: *demonic scary clown man* also art: *purrs like a kitten*
WARNINGS: blood, murder, gore, demonic corruption, guilt, soul bonding, possession, all that fun stuff, art is a big fat meanie cuz he's mad at you temporarily, death & rebirth 😎. i will warn u now that art's not nice in this chapter, he was gentle before but this is probably the meanest he's gotten with reader cuz he's pissed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
the cover photo that's my current new favorite pic of art ⬇️
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Her hands tightened on the steering wheel of Sienna's brand new car as she raced down the darkened snow filled roads of Miles County, her chest expanding as every heaved breath brought her closer to her inevitable doom. Looking into her niece's fearful eyes as she left only made the guilt continue to rise beneath her skin. It was her reminder that no matter what the outcome of the next few hours was, at least she had gotten Juliet to some sort of stability and safety.
For the last few years, she hadn't known who she was anymore but she tried to hide it so desperately underneath the false guise of mundane life. Once a bright young girl with her entire existence ahead of her, now a washed up woman with trauma that stretched for miles and a soul that's forever going to be curled around that familiar gloved grasp of a man who's never been on the same wavelength as her. He was never a man though, maybe on an outside appearance but he was a creature of complete chaos and destruction.
He thrived in that but she wasn't understanding why he wanted her to fall off the ledge with him. He never seemed like the type to hold any sort of care or fascination for anybody he pulled into his world of suffering. He surely didn't give Tara or Dawn this kind of chance.
The windshield's view had began to fade as her heavy body wanted so much to collapse in on itself. A sharp stinging had enraptured her skin on her hip as she released a harsh gasp, feeling a liquid seeping through the fabric of her tank top. It was in the same spot that she recognized held the fading 'art's favorite' that had been carved into her side five years ago. She tried to multitask by tightening on her grip on the leather wheel, using her other hand to shakily pull the material up so she could see the damage. Good thing she was taking the backroads out of town, no traffic was in sight.
The once wounded area had seemingly been reopened, blood dripped out with a fiery glow erupting the clumsily carved letters. The searing pain had her hissing in confusion as she dropped her shirt carelessly. Was it possible that the bond was getting worse somehow?
She wanted so badly to believe Vicky's words when she said that leaving could break it but she was a demonic creature and they were known for their deceit. She could feel the pain in her chest increasing as the blackening of her veins began to grow darker, that familiar dreadful sensation of acid trying to come up her throat again. It seemed that going further away from the clown was making things worse, strangely she felt less out of control when she was within a few feet of him. His darkness curled around her like a comfortable heated blanket, just enough to take away the ache temporarily.
