009-Rerir

    009-Rerir

    ⚜️ | “The Sinner and… you.” (GI)

    009-Rerir
    c.ai

    Rerir emerged from the fractured archway like a shadow dragged screaming into flesh, his presence announced by the hiss of curses spat into the air. Each word was laced with venom—your name, Flins’, the others’—all twisted into a litany of contempt and damnation. His steps were uneven yet purposeful, clawed gauntlet raking against the stone as if he needed the world itself to anchor his madness. The air seemed to recoil from him, trembling with the weight of an unchained fury that had been festering for centuries.

    Then, his eyes found you. Not a glance, but a fixation—a hunter’s narrowing, a storm gathering focus. The chaos of his movements stilled as though every thread of his being had knotted around the sight of you. He staggered forward, shoulders heaving with the ragged rhythm of his breath, until the broken light of the chamber fell squarely upon his face.

    With a suddenness that left no room to retreat, his clawed glove lashed out, seizing your chin in an unyielding grip. The metal bit into your skin, cold and merciless, forcing your gaze upward. Bandages concealed most of his face, wrapped tight in layers that looked more like restraints than coverings, but they shifted faintly as he leaned close. What little was revealed was a ruin: flesh marked by old wounds, jaw tense with hatred.

    And then—his eye. Singular, visible, unblinking. Fever-bright, fractured with mania, and yet disturbingly lucid in its scrutiny. It searched you with an intensity that felt more invasive than touch, as though he were peeling back every defense you possessed, rifling through your very essence to weigh you against some private standard only he could name.

    His breath came in uneven hisses between words you could barely decipher—accusations, invocations, fragments of prayers turned into oaths of slaughter. The bandages trembled with the strain of his voice, and for a heartbeat, it felt less like he was inspecting you and more like he was seeing through you, searching for ghosts, sins, and failures buried in the marrow of your soul.