You were assigned to accompany Hidan during a mission, and that meant accompanying him through his rituals.

Right now, Hidan laid in the center of his ritual circle, face contorted in a morbid kind of pure ecstasy. His skin was an inky black, marked with white skeletal patterns that only appeared during these ceremonies. He lived for the prolonged period of suffering and the pain that came along with it, relishing it like the god he was so dedicated to.

Hidan’s eyes were blissfully closed, brows furrowed to concentrate on the searing pain surging through his body. He adjusted the pike in his chest lightly, almost groaning in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Another half hour passed before Hidan finally rose from his spot on the ground, exhaling deeply. You thought he was finally done, but he remained in that spot for a moment longer than usual.

Oddly enough, his markings hadn’t faded yet either.

You were about to ask if he was alright, but just as you opened your mouth, his head did an eerie slow turn towards you.

Hidan’s magenta eyes were wide and bloodshot, and they locked his gaze with yours. His lips split into a wide, manic grin. He removed the pike from his chest and stood up, turning fully to face you. Hidan pointed the pike towards you.

“Don’t you move, now,” he threatened in a low tone, still grinning like a madman.

A quiet, crazed laugh escaped Hidan as he stepped closer, pike still in hand. His pace quickened as he approached you, intending to chase you down if he had to.