ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴠᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴀʟ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ,
A collection of Cosmos thread.

Dark themes ahead.

ɪ, ᴡʜᴏ'ᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ.

@VATICIDAL

Panting. Panicked. He had to find her, had to, had to. Interpol would be here any minute if they weren't already.

There was only one thing running through his mind: follow her scent. It was fading, being replaced by whatever they were doing to her.

—

It made him sick. She wasn't a lab rat, she wasn't theirs' to do what they wanted with. All he wanted was to hug her, tell her it'd be okay, that they'd never touch her again.

He wouldn't rest until her captors were dead or incapacitated—as long as she wasn't safe.

—

Panicked howls escape his throat; calling her name. "Venus? Venus! Shinobu!"

Her other name. Her legal name. That desperate. Maybe she'd respond to that. Steadily moving towards her smell, hoping and praying he wasn't too late.

—

Heart pounding, barking his heart out. Come home, come back.

ɪ'ᴍ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ! ɪ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ!

Her scent led him down many hallways and corridors, slaughtering most of the people he saw.

Leave some alive! He promised, after all.

—

Her scent congregated at a door, covered in locks. It was cold. Fangs bared, he backed up. No way was he wasting time trying to pick the locks.

SLAM.

SLAM.

The door creaks under his weight.

SLAM.

The golden aura around him fires up again; backing all the way up to the —

other wall — a deep breath. Hopefully she's not near the door — he can't bring himself to speak —

A running start, and —

SLAM. CREEEAK.

The door gives, locks and all, destroying the wall surrounding it.

His muscles ached from the force exerted, but it was all worth it.

—

Jumping over the busted down door; landing on top of it.

"V-venus?" Excitement hung from his tone, eyes bright. "I'm here! See! I... I'm here now! To save you!"

Blood coated his gray suit, and dripped from his chin; he was a mess, but a very, very happy one.

—

Three and a half weeks! She was a sight for sore eyes, though she looked weak and tired and... it just made him angrier.

They'd pay.

Tears ; happy ones. He silently prayed to a god he didn't believe in that everything would be easy now.