[There is no preceding betrayal in his expression when he suddenly raises his hand and strikes down with such an intensity it literally punches through Lobelia's ribcape like it's paper mache. Blood splatters both of them. He ignores it easily, grasping the treasure he finds underneath to pull it out with a renewed red-eyed ferocity.]
[Lobelia's heart is so nice and warm. Was his heart the same? He ponders it as he smashes it into bleeding smithereens between his fingers.]
2/2 cw: gore, violence
[There is no preceding betrayal in his expression when he suddenly raises his hand and strikes down with such an intensity it literally punches through Lobelia's ribcape like it's paper mache. Blood splatters both of them. He ignores it easily, grasping the treasure he finds underneath to pull it out with a renewed red-eyed ferocity.]
[Lobelia's heart is so nice and warm. Was his heart the same? He ponders it as he smashes it into bleeding smithereens between his fingers.]