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Ask me anything Sun, Mar. 02, 2014 4 notes
Anonymous Asked:
how many boyfriends do you have?

fadinghieroglyphs:

cannibalmariku:

I don’t have boyfriends. I have pets and associates.

"You have sniveling  child-whores because you are too much of a bitch, a woman, to strive for anything else. 





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→ so worship me, and never stop.

→ so worship me, and never stop.

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Ask me anything Wed, Jan. 08, 2014 35 notes
Anonymous Asked:
M!A: You're now 10 years old again! Don't worry, you still have your memories. Happy birthday~

cannibalmariku:

cannibalmalik:

cannibalmariku:

cannibalmalik:

cannibalmariku:

cannibalmalik:

cannibalmalik:

You little bastard! Get back here and change me back!

……………………….

His expression snapped away from the almost dead-eyed look he’d just had. “What the fuck did you just say!?”

"Ohh~? what’s wrong… hit a nerve?" He grinned, sitting up and examining his nails absent mindedly, no longer touching him except where he was being straddled. 

"You herd me. Your sister. The one with the supple breasts and small waist.. the one with thick thighs and a plump backside. The one that would look so very ravishing, under me… screaming and begging for mercy, but eventually it would be for release as I stroke her body in all sorts of lewd ways. Penetrate her sweet little pussy~" 

"You sick fuck!” He went from an almost serene look to screaming in the other’s face, straining against his bonds and convulsing to get away and wrap his fingers around Mariku’s neck. “She’s our sister! She’s our sister! YOU WILL NOT TALK ABOUT HER THAT WAY!In the child’s body, he looked near tears at the blasphemy Mariku had just uttered. “Shut up shut up SHUT UP! GET OVER HERE SO I CAN TEAR YOUR THROAT OUT, YOU CRAZY FUCKING BASTARD!

He cackled, watching the other struggle to attack him to no avail. He had to admit he looked beautiful like this, face red and rage boiling over as he strained. truly beautiful in his vicious fury. He drank it all up.

"WHAT’S WRONG MALIK~ SHES ABSOLUTELY RADIANT… I’d love to be so deep and nestle her insides… stir them all up~ and then after I fill her like a whore I’ll cut her open and mount her up for display~ A lovely work of art." 

YOU LUNATIC! If you raised a hand against her, you’d be the one cut to pieces by my hand! I’d kill you! I’ll kill you! Untie me like a man and I’ll fucking kill you!” He cut himself off only to start viciously gnawing on the bonds on his arm, disregarding pain in order to try to kick at Mariku. Even if he could only move an inch, that was an inch closer he was to murdering the man before him.

It would perhaps have been more intimidating if he were an adult.

"Such big works spouting out form such a small and pathetic little mouth." His hand shot up to grab the others painfully, squeezing it and digging his claws into the flesh. 

This was far to good.. everything about this moment made his mouth water and his blood boil, shooting off every which way and heating his body more so then usually. Perhaps his face was even flushed- a drunken stupor, high off the others pain and struggling. He could feel himself growing almost light headed but like hell he’d pass out now. No, all the blood was simply rushing to another are down below. 

It was to good. All of it to much and yet not enough, no. He needed more… and he would most certainly get it. 

"Tell me other half, how much do you hate me? Just. How. Much~?”

His eyes flashed. Anyone else, he wouldn’t give the satisfaction and he’d at least pretend to be calm. He didn’t have any self-restraint when it came to Mariku, though. “I hate you! I’ll kill you! You’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me! You’re a filthy murderer and a liar and everything I swore I’d never be and you have the gall to use my face! I’m going to rip you apart, I’m going to kill you and I’m going to blot your memory out from existence! I’m going to watch you burn alive, I’m going to eviscerate you!” The words were practically slurred together, spilling out of his mouth as he focused on the more important aspect of escaping. He didn’t feel any pain from the claws in his skin, not yet—anything that would have been pain was hate-fueled adrenaline now. 

Malik wasn’t self-aware enough right now to see how worthless his threats were—even if he’d had a weapon, Mariku was a force to be reckoned with on his own, and Malik was a child right now. The thought didn’t cross his mind though.





Photo Post Wed, Jan. 01, 2014 28 notes

priestcockhenaden:

cannibalmalik:




priestcockhenaden:




You may not have abided by the laws of the surface, but you would have been forced to regardless.
Your father was devotee to a barbaric religion and not only that but its leader. He used the Pharaoh to justify deplorable, soul-crushing conditions, and you - you exhibit the worse symptoms of indoctrination since… since… well, since you used to the Millennium Rod to control the minds of others. The only disturbing thing is he didn’t use the Rod, and you’re still acting like he was this wonderful man.
Do you honestly believe he would have passed the test of the Negative Confessions? Can he stand before the gatekeeper Hega-Khibit and say ‘I have not acted with violence’? Can he stand before Maat-Fy-M-Seshet and say ‘I have not caused destruction’? Before Nedty and say ‘I have not been angry without cause’ or before Nebt-Heri and say ‘I have not judged anyone hastily’? He would fail! And not only that, but he would fail individual confessions on numerous occasions. The man is either wandering the afterlife, trying to avoid the inevitable judgment that would lead to his annihilation, or the Shadows have taken and him already driven him mad.
Well… even more mad than he was in life…




Indoctrination? Feh. If I were the mindless cult victim you’re playing me out to be, I’d have wasted away my life below ground for the pharaoh’s sake without questioning it. If you know anything about me, you know I’m as far opposite as a person can get from being “indoctrinated.” 
Don’t quote the papyrus of Ani to me, fool, as if I don’t have every word written upon my heart already. He was a harsh man, but he was a good man. The gods are understanding of circumstances—would you think that a pharaoh’s guard, for instance, would have his heart eaten for committing violence in the pharaoh’s defense? No! Not if he would cause greater isfet by doing nothing.
My father used the methods he could to obey the gods as best he could. His heart is without weight. Unlike yours, I’d imagine, since you’ve slandered the dead, blasphemed, shut your ears to reason, and multiplied your words in speaking in just the past few minutes, off the top of my head. 




Your gods are hypocrites! They favor the elite class of Ancient Egypt and all their brainwashed cronies, such as your father and you apparently. If your depraved father managed to reach paradise, then why could not I? I who like the guard in your example committed violence in the name of the Pharaoh and to prevent our land from falling into the hands of even worse barbarians?
You need to get your head checked by some people, little boy. I recommend the necromancer and the ghost of the thief. They’ll set you straight, and if not, at least, they’ll kill you and rid the world of one palacey loyalist.

The gods created the classes. Of course those in a higher class have more favor bestowed on them. Do you think one’s station of birth is random? That the pharaoh is determined merely by a mix of chance and his parents’ genes? Hardly. It follows that the gods assign each person to the position fitting for them; those they favor are given high places in life. Would it not make sense for them to continue to favor those people, then, over the course of their lives?
I do not know of your acts. I only know the character you’ve exhibited in making these outlandish claims. That character is a poor one, quick to accuse and hot-headed, spewing anything that comes to his mind out of his mouth. Your over-defensiveness serves to confirm this.
I do not associate with such low-lives. And if you’ve branded me a palace loyalist, you truly haven’t listened to me at all. Within the context of the gods’ laws, my father was blameless. That is all I have claimed. Not whether those laws are beyond reproach, which is a more complicated argument for a different day.

priestcockhenaden:

cannibalmalik:

priestcockhenaden:

You may not have abided by the laws of the surface, but you would have been forced to regardless.

Your father was devotee to a barbaric religion and not only that but its leader. He used the Pharaoh to justify deplorable, soul-crushing conditions, and you - you exhibit the worse symptoms of indoctrination since… since… well, since you used to the Millennium Rod to control the minds of others. The only disturbing thing is he didn’t use the Rod, and you’re still acting like he was this wonderful man.

Do you honestly believe he would have passed the test of the Negative Confessions? Can he stand before the gatekeeper Hega-Khibit and say ‘I have not acted with violence’? Can he stand before Maat-Fy-M-Seshet and say ‘I have not caused destruction’? Before Nedty and say ‘I have not been angry without cause’ or before Nebt-Heri and say ‘I have not judged anyone hastily’? He would fail! And not only that, but he would fail individual confessions on numerous occasions. The man is either wandering the afterlife, trying to avoid the inevitable judgment that would lead to his annihilation, or the Shadows have taken and him already driven him mad.

Well… even more mad than he was in life…

Indoctrination? Feh. If I were the mindless cult victim you’re playing me out to be, I’d have wasted away my life below ground for the pharaoh’s sake without questioning it. If you know anything about me, you know I’m as far opposite as a person can get from being “indoctrinated.” 

Don’t quote the papyrus of Ani to me, fool, as if I don’t have every word written upon my heart already. He was a harsh man, but he was a good man. The gods are understanding of circumstances—would you think that a pharaoh’s guard, for instance, would have his heart eaten for committing violence in the pharaoh’s defense? No! Not if he would cause greater isfet by doing nothing.

My father used the methods he could to obey the gods as best he could. His heart is without weight. Unlike yours, I’d imagine, since you’ve slandered the dead, blasphemed, shut your ears to reason, and multiplied your words in speaking in just the past few minutes, off the top of my head. 

Your gods are hypocrites! They favor the elite class of Ancient Egypt and all their brainwashed cronies, such as your father and you apparently. If your depraved father managed to reach paradise, then why could not I? I who like the guard in your example committed violence in the name of the Pharaoh and to prevent our land from falling into the hands of even worse barbarians?

You need to get your head checked by some people, little boy. I recommend the necromancer and the ghost of the thief. They’ll set you straight, and if not, at least, they’ll kill you and rid the world of one palacey loyalist.

The gods created the classes. Of course those in a higher class have more favor bestowed on them. Do you think one’s station of birth is random? That the pharaoh is determined merely by a mix of chance and his parents’ genes? Hardly. It follows that the gods assign each person to the position fitting for them; those they favor are given high places in life. Would it not make sense for them to continue to favor those people, then, over the course of their lives?

I do not know of your acts. I only know the character you’ve exhibited in making these outlandish claims. That character is a poor one, quick to accuse and hot-headed, spewing anything that comes to his mind out of his mouth. Your over-defensiveness serves to confirm this.

I do not associate with such low-lives. And if you’ve branded me a palace loyalist, you truly haven’t listened to me at all. Within the context of the gods’ laws, my father was blameless. That is all I have claimed. Not whether those laws are beyond reproach, which is a more complicated argument for a different day.





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priestcockhenaden:

cannibalmalik:

priestcockhenaden:

cannibalmalik:

It wasn’t a death due to a fight over beliefs, nor rebellion against the tombkeepers, whose noble traditions have been upheld for millennia. It was a flash of anger and a violence I didn’t know I was capable of—that I wasn’t capable of.
To call the tombkeepers a cult is to blaspheme the pharaoh. I myself have done so on more than one occasion, but you’re doing it unwittingly, without thought. 
It’s the way of the world that the strong rule the weak. The mutilation was to preserve the message; we were exclusive by necessity, by design, and there was no bigotry within us—just our clan doing what it had to. Never did my father attack the people in the world above who believed differently from him. He kept to himself, watching over our family like his role as protector and disciplinarian demanded. By killing him, I—no, Mariku did a terrible thing, an unforgivable offense deserving of death. 
I would never gloat over his body. Even if he were the man you claim him to be, I would mourn.


Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha! You are a damned fool, boy!
Your father was a delusional psychopath. Do you know that if the world above had caught on to your morbid little family, your father would be tried and hanged like the criminal he was? He would have been killed sooner or later. He was like a dog with rabies; oh, surely you loved him, but once the virus infested his mind, it festered and turned him into a snarling, foaming beast. He needed to die.
I would never mourn over my father’s body. I was glad when the old fart died, after all the horrible things he said to me, after all the scars he carved on my psyche - ! Gods, if I could have killed him!

…. No, Malik, if you will not gloat, then you sure as Ammit shouldn’t mourn either. May his soul rot as badly as his gnarled, festering corpse!

We were not ruled by the same laws as those above ground.
You think it’s so easy to work me up? You’re spewing nonsensical shit about a man you could not have known. Your father was not my father; my father was not diseased. 
His soul is resting in the afterlife now, I’m sure of it. He died having obeyed tradition and the law of the pharaoh.

You may not have abided by the laws of the surface, but you would have been forced to regardless.
Your father was devotee to a barbaric religion and not only that but its leader. He used the Pharaoh to justify deplorable, soul-crushing conditions, and you - you exhibit the worse symptoms of indoctrination since… since… well, since you used to the Millennium Rod to control the minds of others. The only disturbing thing is he didn’t use the Rod, and you’re still acting like he was this wonderful man.
Do you honestly believe he would have passed the test of the Negative Confessions? Can he stand before the gatekeeper Hega-Khibit and say ‘I have not acted with violence’? Can he stand before Maat-Fy-M-Seshet and say ‘I have not caused destruction’? Before Nedty and say ‘I have not been angry without cause’ or before Nebt-Heri and say ‘I have not judged anyone hastily’? He would fail! And not only that, but he would fail individual confessions on numerous occasions. The man is either wandering the afterlife, trying to avoid the inevitable judgment that would lead to his annihilation, or the Shadows have taken and him already driven him mad.
Well… even more mad than he was in life…

Indoctrination? Feh. If I were the mindless cult victim you’re playing me out to be, I’d have wasted away my life below ground for the pharaoh’s sake without questioning it. If you know anything about me, you know I’m as far opposite as a person can get from being “indoctrinated.” 
Don’t quote the papyrus of Ani to me, fool, as if I don’t have every word written upon my heart already. He was a harsh man, but he was a good man. The gods are understanding of circumstances—would you think that a pharaoh’s guard, for instance, would have his heart eaten for committing violence in the pharaoh’s defense? No! Not if he would cause greater isfet by doing nothing.
My father used the methods he could to obey the gods as best he could. His heart is without weight. Unlike yours, I’d imagine, since you’ve slandered the dead, blasphemed, shut your ears to reason, and multiplied your words in speaking in just the past few minutes, off the top of my head. 

priestcockhenaden:

cannibalmalik:

priestcockhenaden:

cannibalmalik:

It wasn’t a death due to a fight over beliefs, nor rebellion against the tombkeepers, whose noble traditions have been upheld for millennia. It was a flash of anger and a violence I didn’t know I was capable of—that I wasn’t capable of.

To call the tombkeepers a cult is to blaspheme the pharaoh. I myself have done so on more than one occasion, but you’re doing it unwittingly, without thought. 

It’s the way of the world that the strong rule the weak. The mutilation was to preserve the message; we were exclusive by necessity, by design, and there was no bigotry within us—just our clan doing what it had to. Never did my father attack the people in the world above who believed differently from him. He kept to himself, watching over our family like his role as protector and disciplinarian demanded. By killing him, I—no, Mariku did a terrible thing, an unforgivable offense deserving of death. 

I would never gloat over his body. Even if he were the man you claim him to be, I would mourn.

Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha! You are a damned fool, boy!

Your father was a delusional psychopath. Do you know that if the world above had caught on to your morbid little family, your father would be tried and hanged like the criminal he was? He would have been killed sooner or later. He was like a dog with rabies; oh, surely you loved him, but once the virus infested his mind, it festered and turned him into a snarling, foaming beast. He needed to die.

I would never mourn over my father’s body. I was glad when the old fart died, after all the horrible things he said to me, after all the scars he carved on my psyche - ! Gods, if I could have killed him!

…. No, Malik, if you will not gloat, then you sure as Ammit shouldn’t mourn either. May his soul rot as badly as his gnarled, festering corpse!

We were not ruled by the same laws as those above ground.

You think it’s so easy to work me up? You’re spewing nonsensical shit about a man you could not have known. Your father was not my father; my father was not diseased. 

His soul is resting in the afterlife now, I’m sure of it. He died having obeyed tradition and the law of the pharaoh.

You may not have abided by the laws of the surface, but you would have been forced to regardless.

Your father was devotee to a barbaric religion and not only that but its leader. He used the Pharaoh to justify deplorable, soul-crushing conditions, and you - you exhibit the worse symptoms of indoctrination since… since… well, since you used to the Millennium Rod to control the minds of others. The only disturbing thing is he didn’t use the Rod, and you’re still acting like he was this wonderful man.

Do you honestly believe he would have passed the test of the Negative Confessions? Can he stand before the gatekeeper Hega-Khibit and say ‘I have not acted with violence’? Can he stand before Maat-Fy-M-Seshet and say ‘I have not caused destruction’? Before Nedty and say ‘I have not been angry without cause’ or before Nebt-Heri and say ‘I have not judged anyone hastily’? He would fail! And not only that, but he would fail individual confessions on numerous occasions. The man is either wandering the afterlife, trying to avoid the inevitable judgment that would lead to his annihilation, or the Shadows have taken and him already driven him mad.

Well… even more mad than he was in life…

Indoctrination? Feh. If I were the mindless cult victim you’re playing me out to be, I’d have wasted away my life below ground for the pharaoh’s sake without questioning it. If you know anything about me, you know I’m as far opposite as a person can get from being “indoctrinated.” 

Don’t quote the papyrus of Ani to me, fool, as if I don’t have every word written upon my heart already. He was a harsh man, but he was a good man. The gods are understanding of circumstances—would you think that a pharaoh’s guard, for instance, would have his heart eaten for committing violence in the pharaoh’s defense? No! Not if he would cause greater isfet by doing nothing.

My father used the methods he could to obey the gods as best he could. His heart is without weight. Unlike yours, I’d imagine, since you’ve slandered the dead, blasphemed, shut your ears to reason, and multiplied your words in speaking in just the past few minutes, off the top of my head. 




Photo Post Tue, Dec. 31, 2013 28 notes

priestcockhenaden:

cannibalmalik:

It wasn’t a death due to a fight over beliefs, nor rebellion against the tombkeepers, whose noble traditions have been upheld for millennia. It was a flash of anger and a violence I didn’t know I was capable of—that I wasn’t capable of.
To call the tombkeepers a cult is to blaspheme the pharaoh. I myself have done so on more than one occasion, but you’re doing it unwittingly, without thought. 
It’s the way of the world that the strong rule the weak. The mutilation was to preserve the message; we were exclusive by necessity, by design, and there was no bigotry within us—just our clan doing what it had to. Never did my father attack the people in the world above who believed differently from him. He kept to himself, watching over our family like his role as protector and disciplinarian demanded. By killing him, I—no, Mariku did a terrible thing, an unforgivable offense deserving of death. 
I would never gloat over his body. Even if he were the man you claim him to be, I would mourn.


Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha! You are a damned fool, boy!
Your father was a delusional psychopath. Do you know that if the world above had caught on to your morbid little family, your father would be tried and hanged like the criminal he was? He would have been killed sooner or later. He was like a dog with rabies; oh, surely you loved him, but once the virus infested his mind, it festered and turned him into a snarling, foaming beast. He needed to die.
I would never mourn over my father’s body. I was glad when the old fart died, after all the horrible things he said to me, after all the scars he carved on my psyche - ! Gods, if I could have killed him!

…. No, Malik, if you will not gloat, then you sure as Ammit shouldn’t mourn either. May his soul rot as badly as his gnarled, festering corpse!

We were not ruled by the same laws as those above ground.
You think it’s so easy to work me up? You’re spewing nonsensical shit about a man you could not have known. Your father was not my father; my father was not diseased. 
His soul is resting in the afterlife now, I’m sure of it. He died having obeyed tradition and the law of the pharaoh.

priestcockhenaden:

cannibalmalik:

It wasn’t a death due to a fight over beliefs, nor rebellion against the tombkeepers, whose noble traditions have been upheld for millennia. It was a flash of anger and a violence I didn’t know I was capable of—that I wasn’t capable of.

To call the tombkeepers a cult is to blaspheme the pharaoh. I myself have done so on more than one occasion, but you’re doing it unwittingly, without thought. 

It’s the way of the world that the strong rule the weak. The mutilation was to preserve the message; we were exclusive by necessity, by design, and there was no bigotry within us—just our clan doing what it had to. Never did my father attack the people in the world above who believed differently from him. He kept to himself, watching over our family like his role as protector and disciplinarian demanded. By killing him, I—no, Mariku did a terrible thing, an unforgivable offense deserving of death. 

I would never gloat over his body. Even if he were the man you claim him to be, I would mourn.

Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha! You are a damned fool, boy!

Your father was a delusional psychopath. Do you know that if the world above had caught on to your morbid little family, your father would be tried and hanged like the criminal he was? He would have been killed sooner or later. He was like a dog with rabies; oh, surely you loved him, but once the virus infested his mind, it festered and turned him into a snarling, foaming beast. He needed to die.

I would never mourn over my father’s body. I was glad when the old fart died, after all the horrible things he said to me, after all the scars he carved on my psyche - ! Gods, if I could have killed him!

…. No, Malik, if you will not gloat, then you sure as Ammit shouldn’t mourn either. May his soul rot as badly as his gnarled, festering corpse!

We were not ruled by the same laws as those above ground.

You think it’s so easy to work me up? You’re spewing nonsensical shit about a man you could not have known. Your father was not my father; my father was not diseased. 

His soul is resting in the afterlife now, I’m sure of it. He died having obeyed tradition and the law of the pharaoh.




Photo Post Tue, Dec. 31, 2013 28 notes

priestcockhenaden:

Oh, Malik…
You are a fool to regret what you have done…
You are a fool to regret killing a murderous madman…
You belonged to a cult, child, a cult - one that advocated mutilating children in the name of a long dead man who was falsely called ‘God’…
… a cult that advocated bigotry by saying any one who did not share the blood of the clan was impure, an undesirable…
… a cult where slavery was never condemned, and a man could not only abuse his slaves but kill them and never face prosecution…
… a cult where child abuse was condoned to keep children loyal to unsubstantiated and barbaric beliefs; to keep them from questioning why a ritual was performed, why they observed this law or shunned certain habits, why they had to venerate some long dead, unworthy king who belonged to an oppressive government and oppressive way of life, hardly different from the life you lived in the tombs….
Surely, a child would be traumatized having spilled his parent’s blood. But your father was a madman, no different than every holy scriptures-touting, sexually repressive, child-abusing, virulently racist, prophecy-fulfillment-seeking tyrant who, if your father had it his way, could shoot at and blow-up and stone and hang and burn those who did not believe as your family believed.
The world is better without him. You are better without him, Malik, and my only regret is that you were not older when you killed him, so that you could appreciate his death much better.

It wasn’t a death due to a fight over beliefs, nor rebellion against the tombkeepers, whose noble traditions have been upheld for millennia. It was a flash of anger and a violence I didn’t know I was capable of—that I wasn’t capable of.
To call the tombkeepers a cult is to blaspheme the pharaoh. I myself have done so on more than one occasion, but you’re doing it unwittingly, without thought. 
It’s the way of the world that the strong rule the weak. The mutilation was to preserve the message; we were exclusive by necessity, by design, and there was no bigotry within us—just our clan doing what it had to. Never did my father attack the people in the world above who believed differently from him. He kept to himself, watching over our family like his role as protector and disciplinarian demanded. By killing him, I—no, Mariku did a terrible thing, an unforgivable offense deserving of death. 
I would never gloat over his body. Even if he were the man you claim him to be, I would mourn.

priestcockhenaden:

Oh, Malik…

You are a fool to regret what you have done…

You are a fool to regret killing a murderous madman…

You belonged to a cult, child, a cult - one that advocated mutilating children in the name of a long dead man who was falsely called ‘God’…

… a cult that advocated bigotry by saying any one who did not share the blood of the clan was impure, an undesirable

… a cult where slavery was never condemned, and a man could not only abuse his slaves but kill them and never face prosecution…

… a cult where child abuse was condoned to keep children loyal to unsubstantiated and barbaric beliefs; to keep them from questioning why a ritual was performed, why they observed this law or shunned certain habits, why they had to venerate some long dead, unworthy king who belonged to an oppressive government and oppressive way of life, hardly different from the life you lived in the tombs….

Surely, a child would be traumatized having spilled his parent’s blood. But your father was a madman, no different than every holy scriptures-touting, sexually repressive, child-abusing, virulently racist, prophecy-fulfillment-seeking tyrant who, if your father had it his way, could shoot at and blow-up and stone and hang and burn those who did not believe as your family believed.

The world is better without him. You are better without him, Malik, and my only regret is that you were not older when you killed him, so that you could appreciate his death much better.

It wasn’t a death due to a fight over beliefs, nor rebellion against the tombkeepers, whose noble traditions have been upheld for millennia. It was a flash of anger and a violence I didn’t know I was capable of—that I wasn’t capable of.

To call the tombkeepers a cult is to blaspheme the pharaoh. I myself have done so on more than one occasion, but you’re doing it unwittingly, without thought. 

It’s the way of the world that the strong rule the weak. The mutilation was to preserve the message; we were exclusive by necessity, by design, and there was no bigotry within us—just our clan doing what it had to. Never did my father attack the people in the world above who believed differently from him. He kept to himself, watching over our family like his role as protector and disciplinarian demanded. By killing him, I—no, Mariku did a terrible thing, an unforgivable offense deserving of death. 

I would never gloat over his body. Even if he were the man you claim him to be, I would mourn.

(via cannibalmariku)




Ask me anything Tue, Dec. 24, 2013 35 notes
Anonymous Asked:
M!A: You're now 10 years old again! Don't worry, you still have your memories. Happy birthday~

cannibalmariku:

cannibalmalik:

cannibalmariku:

cannibalmalik:

cannibalmalik:

You little bastard! Get back here and change me back!

……………………….

His expression snapped away from the almost dead-eyed look he’d just had. “What the fuck did you just say!?”

"Ohh~? what’s wrong… hit a nerve?" He grinned, sitting up and examining his nails absent mindedly, no longer touching him except where he was being straddled. 

"You herd me. Your sister. The one with the supple breasts and small waist.. the one with thick thighs and a plump backside. The one that would look so very ravishing, under me… screaming and begging for mercy, but eventually it would be for release as I stroke her body in all sorts of lewd ways. Penetrate her sweet little pussy~" 

"You sick fuck!” He went from an almost serene look to screaming in the other’s face, straining against his bonds and convulsing to get away and wrap his fingers around Mariku’s neck. “She’s our sister! She’s our sister! YOU WILL NOT TALK ABOUT HER THAT WAY!In the child’s body, he looked near tears at the blasphemy Mariku had just uttered. “Shut up shut up SHUT UP! GET OVER HERE SO I CAN TEAR YOUR THROAT OUT, YOU CRAZY FUCKING BASTARD!

He cackled, watching the other struggle to attack him to no avail. He had to admit he looked beautiful like this, face red and rage boiling over as he strained. truly beautiful in his vicious fury. He drank it all up.

"WHAT’S WRONG MALIK~ SHES ABSOLUTELY RADIANT… I’d love to be so deep and nestle her insides… stir them all up~ and then after I fill her like a whore I’ll cut her open and mount her up for display~ A lovely work of art." 

YOU LUNATIC! If you raised a hand against her, you’dbe the one cut to pieces by my hand! I’d kill you! I’ll kill you! Untie me like a man and I’ll fucking kill you!” He cut himself off only to start viciously gnawing on the bonds on his arm, disregarding pain in order to try to kick at Mariku. Even if he could only move an inch, that was an inch closer he was to murdering the man before him.

It would perhaps have been more intimidating if he were an adult.




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