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Justin had left pretty quickly after that, breaking his uncaring attitude over everything all at once and running away. It wasn’t exactly shocking, but it also wasn’t really what Giriko had been going for. At least he knew for sure now that Justin very much was the executioner and hadn’t been lying about that, so that was something. Not really that that was exciting though.
He wanted more out of the kid, he was absolutely right earlier thinking that this was someone that could be turned against the academy. Or, if not that, at least could be freed from their bullshit games. The pain in Justin’s eyes when Giriko revealed that he knew what the boy was… it made Giriko a little bit more interested than he wanted to be in the “saving” option.
They had set up a whole fucking society at this point that encouraged kids to become soldiers, but that fear Justin reacted with screamed… Well, that it at least wasn’t so point blank with him. This position didn’t come from a want, at least not truly. If it wasn’t known it was hidden in there. Giriko could fucking taste it.
This really wasn’t a part of his plan at all, he hadn’t really come here to meet people. His time in these stupid cells wasn’t really anything he had been looking for but it also wasn’t anything he was against. There was no chance these dick worms knew who he actually was and if they really wanted to stay committed to the standard law and order they always preached they’d have to let him go eventually.
There was a chance they wouldn’t, but Giriko knew he could absolutely take out all their guards and this shrimpy executioner out in a wave of blood. So really this moment would let him take note of all the flaws in their jails and all the information of how they were run, what could be gained from them and the escape routes that may be worth sharing amongst the rest of Arachnophobia.
Justin was just a new play toy really, but one that Giriko was more than just little interested in. There was no saying where this would go, what would happen with Justin, but Giriko was happy to find out. More than happy. Justin was cute and already pushing him around had been so unbelievably enjoyable. Except when the kid got too close to vulnerabilities in his snapbacks, but even then there was something interesting about someone calmly talking back to him. He wasn’t used to this casual kind of arguing.
Aka not bar fights.
Although would Justin come back after this? There was a chance he wouldn’t, passing Giriko off onto a lesser guard. Giriko really hasn’t done anything to entice the presence of the executioner himself after all. That’d be terribly disappointing after all of this. Justin didn’t seem like he’d be so much of a pussy but it was always possible. Especially with how things ended here with Justin skittering off.
Giriko hadn’t even moved back from the bars yet, still leaning against them as if Justin was still here. He hadn’t wanted to leave that conversation, not so soon, but he didn’t have a chance to keep it going. That powerlessness really boiled his blood… or well, normally it did. For some reason he just felt hollow this time. Cold with how that ended, with how fast Justin had disappeared.
That was weird. All of this was kind of weird now that Giriko was really getting the chance to think about it. Why was he so interested in the enemy? What was he looking for with Justin? Did he really think his words would mean anything to someone so entranced with the Academy's nonsense? Sure they had some effect today, just moments ago, but the brat would have all the time in the world before they met again to steel himself and his brainwashing against this all.
It was disappointing to say the least and frustrating beyond all ends.
Shit was so boring here without the brat. Pushing back from the bars, Giriko turned back around to his cell. Boring and annoying. There were surprisingly no cameras in here though, just a blank cell that looked like it could possibly be from the middle ages. Probably was, this was deep under the school and probably built into the foundation. Changing it would rather be expensive and not worth it or straight up impossible without knocking the building down.
Everything modern looked shoehorned in, the one chair and the bed awkwardly and probably not very strongly bolted to the walls. Keeping things in stone was always a difficulty and Giriko would never trust the academy’s idiot “engineers” to make anything sturdy. He was even able to wiggle the chair around as it was. Probably could rip it out if he was really really committed to it. That’d be more trouble than it was worth, what really would he even do with a stupid chair?
Sitting down on the bed again made Giriko groan, upset with the hardness of it and feeling a depression tingle in the back of his brain. He had already been having headaches without any access to alcohol so lord knew the depression was going to hit even harder when it finally started back up. Giriko was going to rip the next man apart, he imagined the blood and satisfaction of the kill as he placed his hands behind his head casually.
Not Justin though, the next man that wasn’t him. Eventually someone else was going to have to come down here, there was no all of the judgment would come entirely from this kid, so whenever that sorry bastard showed up… gore, gore and satisfied warm chains, still grinding a bit with their heavy scent of smoke as Giriko slowed them back down enough to faze back into his skin.
Who would that next man be? Lord Death? Giriko couldn’t imagine the god coming down here and wasting his time on Giriko, but if he did… nothing would be able to hold Giriko back from getting his satisfaction. That delicious fucking feeling of revenge, seeing the chance right before his eyes… Giriko had semi decent self control, good at realizing risk reward when it came to completing his mission, but that would be a bigger temptation than he could ever deal with. So maybe it was best if it wasn’t the god.
Rough to be saying that but Giriko wasn’t enough of an idiot to think he could win against Death head on, and even if he could he would have enough certainty to go through with that. Arachne’s soul needed to stay protected and no one but Giriko could do that. He’d have to bite down. Use fucking deep breathing and sound like a rabid dog on a leash just to make sure she’d stay safe. That he’d stay intact for her.
Really he was just hoping for some nobody, someone who wouldn’t feel as good to kill but would be a good appetizer. Someone to satiate the urge long enough for Giriko to keep on playing this game. That was just what was best for him. Little wins waiting out for his big fucking bang. Of Arachne’s long waited, orgasmic return that would have Giriko so fucking proud and just relieved when it finally came.
Soon, soon, soon.
It never was actually soon, but that's what kept the remains of his sanity in order.
Soon.