[There's nothing but pain. Over and over again, both mental and physical. It's been like this ever since he found himself trapped in this accursed place, and now...
it just proved to him yet again that his only purpose here was to suffer.
There is no pain as the lightning rips through his body, but that didn't mean it doesn't take it's toll. His muscles twitch and jerk, the skin blackening and bubbling and then lying flat as his regeneration works on the wounds. But even vampires are susceptible to brain injuries - and all the electricity coursing through his body hits his brain in all the worst ways. His eyes roll up in the back of his head as the attack destroys tissue and wrecks neural pathways, the angry screams that he'd just previously had dying down into hideous near-gurgles.
When the lightning stops, he flops down like a rag doll, face first - unable to get up again, even with his regeneration already kicking in. All he can do is helplessly twitch, raising his head as much as his over flexing neck muscles will allow to blearily stare at the dark red of the detective's soul.]
A...Ada...Ah...
[Nothing's working - his mind, his voice, his body - but somehow, he manages to gather enough energy to mumble that out, to regain that utterly anguished look he'd had before his rage overtook him.]
...A....chi....
[Slowly, jerkily, he reaches out with one of his arms, clawed hand outstretched in a pitiful display. And that, more than anything, is what he truly is in this moment - a pitiful, betrayed being, laid low by the one person he thought was his closest friend. Reaching out one last time, not in anger and hatred....but in pain and sorrow, outstretching his hand and the last fragments of humanity still left in him.]
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it just proved to him yet again that his only purpose here was to suffer.
There is no pain as the lightning rips through his body, but that didn't mean it doesn't take it's toll. His muscles twitch and jerk, the skin blackening and bubbling and then lying flat as his regeneration works on the wounds. But even vampires are susceptible to brain injuries - and all the electricity coursing through his body hits his brain in all the worst ways. His eyes roll up in the back of his head as the attack destroys tissue and wrecks neural pathways, the angry screams that he'd just previously had dying down into hideous near-gurgles.
When the lightning stops, he flops down like a rag doll, face first - unable to get up again, even with his regeneration already kicking in. All he can do is helplessly twitch, raising his head as much as his over flexing neck muscles will allow to blearily stare at the dark red of the detective's soul.]
A...Ada...Ah...
[Nothing's working - his mind, his voice, his body - but somehow, he manages to gather enough energy to mumble that out, to regain that utterly anguished look he'd had before his rage overtook him.]
...A....chi....
[Slowly, jerkily, he reaches out with one of his arms, clawed hand outstretched in a pitiful display. And that, more than anything, is what he truly is in this moment - a pitiful, betrayed being, laid low by the one person he thought was his closest friend. Reaching out one last time, not in anger and hatred....but in pain and sorrow, outstretching his hand and the last fragments of humanity still left in him.]
...Pl...ea...