Post by pyramidhead on Feb 18, 2022 16:39:26 GMT -6
tw: mentions of torture, gore, death, religious undertones. also contains some mismatch pieces of lore from Silent Hill, as part of my personal headcannon for the dbd version of Pyramid Head! (reposting with new account lol)
It stood like a statue, grotesque, tall and unmoving. If it were not for the labored breathing echoing through the metal helmet that encompassed It's head, it would be hard to tell if It was even alive.
No, It mused, alive isn't something he could be. To be alive is to be human, and he... It, was not human. It was an entity, created by... Who was It created by?
It growls lowly in thought. It knows It is an entity like Mettatron, worshipped and feared by the people of this realm. They believed It to be a messenger of their God, but that wasn't right. Their God had no hand in Its creation, nor does It serve or care for their God. It's growling grew, growing frustrated. Like that blasted human man that escaped Its Judgement long ago, the answer eluded It, just out of grasp...
A soft hand touches his helmet. He looks down and see a human child staring up at him. Her dark eyes are dull and sunken, her lips chapped and cracked, and yet she smiles at him brightly. And he knows, he must protect her, save her from the unworthy who dared hurt her, his Creat-
A high pitched ringing vibrates throughout the creature's metallic head, causing It to pause and grip at the metal bolts that held Its helmet shut. It clawed at it, knowing it can never be taken off but some part of It tried to anyways. As if removing it would help with the ringing.
It lets out a roar, causing the sinners locked in their cages around It to scream out in pain and agony as well. Anger flared within It- no, not anger. Anger is a human emotion, and It is no human. It was a deity, the Judge and Executioner for the sinful, and It demanded silence.
It gripped Its blade and swung wildly at the cages, metal sparking as the blade sliced through the bars and the bodies like butter. It only caused the sinners to scream louder, so It continued to swing until there was only silence.
...
It stood like a statue, grotesque, tall and unmoving. If it were not for the labored breathing echoing through the metal helmet that encompassed It's head, it would be hard to tell if It was even alive.
It heaves Its great blade and steps forward, heeding the call of Its Mistress, the new Entity It will serve until the end of days.
It stood like a statue, grotesque, tall and unmoving. If it were not for the labored breathing echoing through the metal helmet that encompassed It's head, it would be hard to tell if It was even alive.
No, It mused, alive isn't something he could be. To be alive is to be human, and he... It, was not human. It was an entity, created by... Who was It created by?
It growls lowly in thought. It knows It is an entity like Mettatron, worshipped and feared by the people of this realm. They believed It to be a messenger of their God, but that wasn't right. Their God had no hand in Its creation, nor does It serve or care for their God. It's growling grew, growing frustrated. Like that blasted human man that escaped Its Judgement long ago, the answer eluded It, just out of grasp...
A soft hand touches his helmet. He looks down and see a human child staring up at him. Her dark eyes are dull and sunken, her lips chapped and cracked, and yet she smiles at him brightly. And he knows, he must protect her, save her from the unworthy who dared hurt her, his Creat-
A high pitched ringing vibrates throughout the creature's metallic head, causing It to pause and grip at the metal bolts that held Its helmet shut. It clawed at it, knowing it can never be taken off but some part of It tried to anyways. As if removing it would help with the ringing.
It lets out a roar, causing the sinners locked in their cages around It to scream out in pain and agony as well. Anger flared within It- no, not anger. Anger is a human emotion, and It is no human. It was a deity, the Judge and Executioner for the sinful, and It demanded silence.
It gripped Its blade and swung wildly at the cages, metal sparking as the blade sliced through the bars and the bodies like butter. It only caused the sinners to scream louder, so It continued to swing until there was only silence.
...
It stood like a statue, grotesque, tall and unmoving. If it were not for the labored breathing echoing through the metal helmet that encompassed It's head, it would be hard to tell if It was even alive.
It heaves Its great blade and steps forward, heeding the call of Its Mistress, the new Entity It will serve until the end of days.