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"you are not welcome here ─── you have a single opportunity to leave before i send you back to the rotten pit you crawled out of."
@mortalweeps as the noise surrounding the two continued , so did the thoughts within the god’s mind . nothing peaked his interest , no mortal .. no god , nothing — but , kyūpiddo was different . epiales was full of hatred , typically , he made everyone pay for what he endured in his own upbringing .. especially the mortals . he was a bitter being , but for all the right reasons . the god was once blessed with delicate features . bright blonde tresses of hair .. once rosy cheeks . . and baby blue irises . a walking dream one might say — but being the god of nightmares .. that had to change because no one remembers a dream — they only remember a / nightmares / . so , he was carefully crafted into one , one may ask : where do nightmares derive from ?? a life altering experience — and oh .. he endured so much pain .. despair .. something that made the creature rotten to his core . “ i am / rouge / , unpredictable .. untamable .. i had not physically been seen in — centuries . i typically haunt the minds of mortals .. sometimes other gods if they are deserving of it . ” he said , “ i don’t not like being in my physical form . ” epiales admitted , looking down for a moment . “ unless i need to pay someone a visit .. ”
he exhales and the world slithers into movement once more, hues fluttering open with the harmony of a dove. he needs to learn to get a better grasp around his domestication. his morals hiss at his instincts and his instincts fight at his curiosity. another has never been this determined to bury themselves within him and held such interesting word choice. he had expected hate. he had expected to dirty his hands in crimson and bathe in it until his hunger had been satisfied with the lack of screaming. kyūpiddo appears to be wrestling with himself internally. there, however, is something more lurking inside him and it is sadder than any miserable creature. "i am exhausted." he confesses as he settles himself, smoothing his silky strands down. "i am exhausted and confused. are you not on the side of the gods? are you not here to preach your arrogance to me?" epiales speaks of yearning and that is the trigger of clicking of gears in his head. yearning. longing. aching. the god of love knew it well and he did not understand that this entity could yearn for something other than power. yes, it was intense and twisted but it was intriguing. the gods of his heaven never yearned and he had felt alone. the threat is not ignored one as the storms swirls inside of kyūpiddo ... merely is placed on the backburner. he wants to maim but he also wants to learn. such a conflicted sight. his adam's apple bobbles as he finishes the remains of his neat drink. he places the glass down hesitantly.
@mortalweeps “ you are so .. ” he paused , trying to find the right word that could describe his absurd thoughts , “ fascinating... ” epiales said almost breathlessly . “ there is no reason for you to believe me , but trust .. that i have never uttered those words to another being in this lifetime . ” he said , which was somewhat of a lie .. there was another being — centuries ago that had heard him say something similar , but nevertheless , he continued on with his peculiar choice of words , “ i yearn to know what the inside of your soul looks like — to peer into those eyes of yours and see every nightmare .. every ounce of pain that you have endured . . that would be exhilarating . ” he said innocently as his smirk morphed into an eerie smile as he fantasized about that for a moment .. his blank orbs remained fixated on the other entity as their surroundings silenced . he was impressed , “ oh .. trust me , i am on my best behavior right now . you do / not / want to wind me up , friend . ” he said , perhaps it was a warning , but his words also held a threat .
* swallows
/ orig anon — created feb 26 , 2025 . personification of the greek god of nightmares : melas oneiros ( epiales ) . he has yet to be seen by the eyes of a living mortal or supernatural creature .. but legend has it that you cannot look into his eyes if you see his visage appear .. because if you do .. a nightmare consumes you before death strikes .. unless you are one of the lucky beings that survive .. if you do then your mind becomes consumed by him and the thought of this entity and the nightmares radiating off him drive you insane . so beware , he may be beautiful to look at but his visage and eyes are cursed !
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