He turns the eyeball over between his claws, delicately holding the thing so that it doesn't burst and leak its vitreous humour all over his hand.
"What?" he asks as the fae whimpers pathetically. "Do you want it back? Oh, very well..."
With his other hand, he forces the man's mouth open and pops the eyeball inside. Then he covers their mouth and pinches their nose to force them to swallow, unmoved by the frantic flailing and tears leaking out from their remaining eye.
"Chew and swallow. You wouldn't want to choke now, would you?" Smirking, he waits until he hears them do just that and lets them breathe properly again. Bloody smears coat their chin and cheek. He returns to thumbing the man's ear while they blubber incoherently.
"You know," Hades resumes conversationally, "I will admit to admiring one thing about short-lived races. That drive to live is quite unmatched. With enough hope and will, they will do anything to live. I have seen them crawl through the mud of a battlefield as fire rained overhead, dive into sewerage to escape a captor, even mutilate their own bodies to slip through gaps too narrow for the body of man."
Pinching the outer shell of their ear, he thrusts the tip of his thumb claw into soft flesh. The fae screams again, this time not bothering to beg for their life as Hades neatly severs the ear from their head. Blood drips from the mutilated hole left behind and puddles on the churned up earth. Smiling humourlessly, he waves the thing before their face and leans close.
"So if you want to live, I suggest you start eating."
Ignoring their moans, he repeats what he did with their eye and forces the lump of flesh into their mouth.
For a few seconds, the fae manages to hold out. But lack of air forces them to do as Hades bids. They swallow...and then begin to gag. Hades quickly releases their nose but it's too late: they bring up the contents of their stomach into their mouth. Blood, bile, and the undigested remains of the eye and ear force their way out from beneath Hades' hand.
He leans back in disgust but makes no move to help clear their airway. Thus he bears witness to the fae's final, horrific moments where they slowly suffocate in a pool of their own vomit. Unable to speak, unable to cry for help. Limbs jerking, hands clawing at his soiled clothing, and a wordless plea in their remaining eye...before they finally fall still.
Their death doesn't fill him with the satisfaction he expects it to. It simply leaves a larger hollow in his heart. He remains straddled atop them, staring expressionlessly at their mutilated corpse.
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"What?" he asks as the fae whimpers pathetically. "Do you want it back? Oh, very well..."
With his other hand, he forces the man's mouth open and pops the eyeball inside. Then he covers their mouth and pinches their nose to force them to swallow, unmoved by the frantic flailing and tears leaking out from their remaining eye.
"Chew and swallow. You wouldn't want to choke now, would you?" Smirking, he waits until he hears them do just that and lets them breathe properly again. Bloody smears coat their chin and cheek. He returns to thumbing the man's ear while they blubber incoherently.
"You know," Hades resumes conversationally, "I will admit to admiring one thing about short-lived races. That drive to live is quite unmatched. With enough hope and will, they will do anything to live. I have seen them crawl through the mud of a battlefield as fire rained overhead, dive into sewerage to escape a captor, even mutilate their own bodies to slip through gaps too narrow for the body of man."
Pinching the outer shell of their ear, he thrusts the tip of his thumb claw into soft flesh. The fae screams again, this time not bothering to beg for their life as Hades neatly severs the ear from their head. Blood drips from the mutilated hole left behind and puddles on the churned up earth. Smiling humourlessly, he waves the thing before their face and leans close.
"So if you want to live, I suggest you start eating."
Ignoring their moans, he repeats what he did with their eye and forces the lump of flesh into their mouth.
For a few seconds, the fae manages to hold out. But lack of air forces them to do as Hades bids. They swallow...and then begin to gag. Hades quickly releases their nose but it's too late: they bring up the contents of their stomach into their mouth. Blood, bile, and the undigested remains of the eye and ear force their way out from beneath Hades' hand.
He leans back in disgust but makes no move to help clear their airway. Thus he bears witness to the fae's final, horrific moments where they slowly suffocate in a pool of their own vomit. Unable to speak, unable to cry for help. Limbs jerking, hands clawing at his soiled clothing, and a wordless plea in their remaining eye...before they finally fall still.
Their death doesn't fill him with the satisfaction he expects it to. It simply leaves a larger hollow in his heart. He remains straddled atop them, staring expressionlessly at their mutilated corpse.