Delirium (Creepypasta x reader)

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A mansion loomed eerily from the murky fog, seemingly towering over the lawn that always grew in well trimmed, uniform shoots of darkly coloured grass. At the moment, however, this grass was growing in unruly clumps, patches of the darker earth showing through - highlighting the emotional state of those living in the house. Most notably the Lord of the estate.

The Lord, at the moment, was feeding alone in one of the many vacant rooms of the mansion - particularly, in the basement.

The room was spacious, and empty: the floor panelled with a dark oak like the rest of the house; lights covered with ornate smoked glass that cast a soft-edged yellow light across the room. There was no furniture on the floor or paintings across the walls, Leaving all the attention to focus on the deity and his meal.

This deity was bowed over the kills that his Family members had procured. Twenty corpses lay on the floor of humans all shapes, ages, and sizes, and he fed on them with a sharp intensity.

Black tendrils waved over the corpses, methodically tearing limb and muscle into pieces small enough to fit into his cavernous maw. This maw sat vertically on his back, surrounded by the summoned limbs and lined with rows of razor sharp teeth not unlike a shark's. It split from a seam in the 'fabric' of the suit jacket and teared hungrily into the flesh it was offered. Twenty human bodies were given up to this ever gnashing mouth, blood and viscera splattering all over the tuxedo. The floor underneath the feast gradually became saturated with blood, a deep burgundy seeping into the wood panelling and being consumed by the building itself. Soon all traces of gore would disappear, as if the food had never existed, and the building would be content with its own meal.

The Lord made no pause as he meditated over the corpses, preoccupied with eating and savouring the organs left in the bodies, the snap of bones as they broke under his teeth.

As the bodies diminished, the feeding slowed, until the mouth closed and knitted itself back seamlessly into the suit. The tendrils, now finished of their task, dissipated into mist.

He paused then, only for a moment, as a strange feeling overtook him. It was an urge, an inclination he had not felt for a long time.

The Slenderman then stood to his full, imposing height and readjusted the cuffs and tie of his outfit. His appearance shivered imperceptibly, and within an instant the blood on his tux was gone, suit now as impeccable as it had been before. He tilted his head towards the ceiling as new energy flowed through his being, rejuvenating the gloom and ichor he was made of. Hunger now temporarily abated, he flickered back to his office in less time than it would take to blink.

His office was an imposing room, easily the most interesting in the mansion. Bookshelves lined three of the four walls, and all were filled with ancient, preserved tomes of many genres in many languages. His desk was opposite the doorway, large and carved from cherrywood, polished to reflect the muted lighting of the chandelier that hung from the centre point of the ceiling. A variety of stationary and pens sat on the top of the desk, as well as inkwells with inks of varying colours.

The Lord approached his desk and brushed a hand over the papyrus sitting on the middle with a message half-finished upon it; it immediately burned to ashes and then slide across the desk and dumped itself into the trash can. The poem on there was of little consequence - something else was at the forefront of his concentration.

Checking on his Family was his first instinct. Stilling his movements, he delved into the threads, his connections to his children. He shifted through each one and assessed their state of being. All were more or less okay, most out hunting for pleasure now their quota had been fulfilled and his appetite sated. Family all accounted for, he reanimated and sat down in his desk chair to address the feelings brewing in him. These feelings were ancient, primal emotions that came from his younger days millennia ago, when he was not as powerful as now; the want to expand his brood.