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[center][hider=Trigger Warning]Implied Torture[/hider][/center]

When Kiran stopped seeing red, the entire superstructure was dead quiet. It was from luck or some form of self control that had held on that he wasn't surrounded by gore. Episodes like that tended to result in drones being ripped apart. There was however a bit of damage done to the surrounding equipment and more then one reinforced container was a twisted mess of warped alloy. Letting out a shaky breath, The mad tinker straightened themselves and brushed their hair back out of their eyes. The air was filled only with the sound of dripping chems and the clicking of their cyber tail flicking back and forth. [color=FF0080][b]"Ord, Front and center. [i]Now.[/i]."[/b][/color]

[color=00a651][b]"Y-yes Father."[/b][/color] The large mutant came out of his hiding place, his cowering demeanor contradicting his appearance and towering frame in contrast to his "Father". 

[color=FF0080][b]"Go tell Idris to rally as many followers as he has in the fifth level and wait for me. Wen your done, wake the Stalker hounds. I'll be needing them too."[/b][/color] There was none of Kiran's usual mirth or whimsly to their voice. The blank expression frozen to their face was more unnerving then any twisted caricature their too many facial muscles were capable of. 

Ord had to have dosed themselves with Nitro seconds after reciving their orders, because the speed at which the mutant ran was unnatural. Kiran hadn't give their youngest "Son" a second glance before they spun on their heel and marched to their [i]nest[/i] for their gear and equipment.[hr][center][h2][u][i][b][i]Level 5 - The Coliseum[/i][/b][/i][/u][/h2][/center]
A humanoid figure stood at a balcony overseeing a fighting arena more fit to be an auditorium currently. Cultists in all many of forms of mutation, body sculpting and mutilation stood in attention. A hushed Murmur of confusion keeping anyone from hearing a pin drop. The being looked down at their Father's flock with nervousness and anticipation. Idris Kingsley was human in shape but with limbs far too long for their body to look right, in place of skin was flayed muscle, and their face was a smooth mask of bleached bone with a ring of eyes and no visible mouth or nose. Simple robes and sashes kept the Hierophant modest. A trace of pharamones was all he needed to throw his hands in the air and grab the attention of the audience. [color=f6989d][b]"Blessed Children! Our God has need of you and comes to grace us with his presence![/b][/color] Idris bowed deeply and stepped back for Kiran to step forward. The lingering feeling of anger from him kept the room from exploding into cheers and applause at his mere presence alone.

Their eyes flicked across the crowd before Kiran raised their voice. [color=FF0080][b]"Someone . . . has stolen my GIFT. And i intend to find out who."[/b][/color] He held up a hand before the crowd could explode into shouts of outrage over the blasphemous act. [color=FF0080][b]"I task each of you, and any more of ours you find out there, with finding out who stole it and what is being done with my most . . . [i]precious [/i]of blessings."[/b][/color] He gripped at the balcony railing, leaning towards the cultists more. [color=FF0080][b]"I want nobody to be caught, and whoever the perpetrators are, they are to be left alone."[/b][/color] Confusion spread along with outcry and questions until Kiran raised their hand for silence. [color=FF0080][b]"You will do this or face a fate worse then death. For [i]I[/i] . . ."[/b][/color] Kiran leaned back and held a strange flask at eye level. The word "Tyrant" Engraved across it. [color=FF0080][b]"Will be handling this personally."[/b][/color]

Now that, that got everyone excited. Cheers and howls of approval filled the Coliseum. Cultists practically trampling over each other to make way to the doors. Idris approached their father. [color=f6989d][b]"The stalker hounds have been programed and all packs set loose. Will you be awaiting news here?"[/b][/color]

[color=FF0080][b]"No. I think I'll be going for a walk. Maybe pick a few flowers. Inform on everything that is discovered in the meantime. You are dismissed."[/b][/color] [hr]
Despite the figurative and literal iron fist JAHANNAM had over Northbridge, there were always going to be smaller gangs and groups fighting over what little scraps and unattended territories not considered to be worth the time or resources along the very edges of their borders. One couldn't account for Ripper's and the Cult of Flesh that continued to try and worm their ways in from time to time. The ever present threat of violence and almost constant crime meant that gunshots and dead bodies were very rarely given second thought even with the law enforcer's best efforts.

There were of course drawbacks to having such a desensitized community. All made the more apparent by the gore and viscera splattered about the "Abandoned" storehouse. crates of "skimmed off the top" merchandise and goods lay broken all over.

Whimpering escaped the lips of the last remaining ganger. His hands pierced by a meat hook that held him aloft by a chain. He was just enough inches off the ground to swing just so slightly side to side. [b]"P-p-please. I-i swear I don't know anything. W-we- I only helped get the tech they needed. T-thats all. Pleasedon'tkillmeohgod!"[/b] The poor soul broke down into tears again for perhaps the fifth time today.

[color=FF0080][b]" Oh don't worry."[/b][/color] Kiran purred Like a lion with a mouse in its paw. [color=FF0080][b]"Killing you would be a terrible waste of stress relief. Now promise me,"[/b][/color] He pulled out a vegetable peeler, making the ganger beg and squirm with renewed vigor. [color=FF0080][b]"Don't pass out right away, you'll ruin my fun."[/b][/color]

Cut.

Peel.

Cut.
[h3][i]Peel.[/i][/h3] 
 [s]"Please . . . Please just kill me."[/s] 
[h2][i]Cut.[/i][/h2]
[h1][i]Peel.[/i][/h1]
He was feeling a little better already~
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