Log: Ongoing

[revelations9x6.livejournal.com]

When; Directly after this

Rating; PG-13 to R for bloody-ness

Characters; revelations9x6 Xulchilbara, snarky_padre_v Vincent, alessalearnt Alessa, wisdom_rcvr Henry

Summary; Taking Vincent home after being blinded by the Corinthian, Alessa, Henry, and Xulchilbara take care of him...( again started as AIM log...gotta love time zones kids >.9 )

Log;




Vincent heard the shattering glass, but he had no idea what it meant until he tried to crawl forward again and got some of the pieces embedded in his hand for his effort.
this made getting up again that much worse.
at first his weak knee gave out, and he slipped, driving the other leg forward and getting glass in that as well.
By the time he managed his way shakily to his feet again he had forgotten the glass in his palsm, and it was driven deeper as he felt for the wall.

"Help me, someone, please!" he struggled awkwardly along, one bloody hand against the wall. he had no idea if he was moving out of the alley or deeper in. he could only hope whoever was drawn to his cry would not hurt him further.

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The man was blind, bleeding...weak...alone.

He had called out for help...but what answered was a being that existed to answer to the injured, the wronged....the alone.

He was leaving bloody handprints, and stumbling toward the street.....when a particularly unstable bit of glass slipped under his feet and sent him back to his knees.....

.....Or would have if the man hadn't fallen directly into a set of strong arms. As soon as physical contact registered, Vincent wouldn't need eyes to know whom his savior was, as the familiar lash of pleasure-pain ellicited by The Red God's touch reached his nerve center.

" Oh, Kamlo..." The purring voice was still full of deprecating mockery. "...I told you to be discreet."

The God then drew Vincent up against him, and slid one arm beneath the injured prophet's shoulders, bent at the waist, slipped the opposing arm behind the human's knees, then lifted him in a bridal carry effortlessly.

The only sounds now were the popping, cracking noises of brocken glass underfoot as the God carried Vincent deeper into the alley.
Held closely as he was, it was not difficult to surround the human with the frozen heat of his presense....and perhaps that distraction was enough to mask the stomach-churning vertigo as the God stepped from one shadow behind a dumpster, and out of the absolute darkness that ringed his own private quarters within the catacombs of the cathedral.

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[alessalearnt.livejournal.com]

Alessa nuzzled Henry's shirt for the umpteenth time that day. Xulchibara had left them awhile ago, and she was relishing in the time they had alone together. It was enough just to lay on the cold floor, their bodies still singing with the power surge they had experienced when they had all held hands and just be close to each other.

"I love you," she whispered, planting a kiss on his neck since she couldn't reach his lips, turning back to cuddle once more.

The soft cocoon that had formed around the lovers broke suddenly as the doors flew open and Xulchibara entered the room. Alessa looked up expectantly, glad to see her God, but when she saw Vincent, she frowned. He brought in a negative energy into this place that had become safe, and she could clearly see why. What happened? she asked Xulchibara.

[wisdom-rcvr.livejournal.com]

He had enjoyed every second of this day. The day honestly didn't consist of much more than merely laying on the floor with the ones he loved, relishing what they had all found out. He brushed Alessa's hair back, enjoying the feel of combing it between his fingers. He kissed the top of her head and responded with, "I love you, too. I love you so much."

He frowned too when he saw Vincent, but more because it had caused Alessa to pull away. It wasn't until a few seconds had passed that he realized what was wrong with the poor man. "He was attacked...?" Henry asked quietly. It was the first time he'd really spoken in more than a murmur since the morning.

[snarky-padre-v.livejournal.com]

Vincent had cried out when he felt himself falling again...but then he was in the god's arms, and everything was alright again...
except it wasn't, sadly.
his eyes were gone, and the darkness and pain and terror were still there.
lessened, perhaps, by the comfort of his lord's presence, but nothing could make things right again, it seemed.

he slipped into a short bout of unconsciousness, as if he thought this was something he could sleep away, like an illness, but waking to the sounds of somewhere new, he realized he was still blind.

"who's there?" he asked, panicked, unsure where he'd been taken, or, in fact, if Xuchilbara was still there. "where are you? I can hear you..." the very way he moved his head was different; unable to see, he was learning quickly to make better sense of sound, smell, and those other senses the ritual had awoken... it was as tho, in the dark he could sense heat.
The others were there then. Xuchilbara's chosen.
"Henry?" he asked, sure Henry at least was one of the ones he could sense. "say something! I can't see you..."

well, duh. He couldn't see them, but chances were like as not they could see him just fine, and the terrible damage he had sustained.

[revelations9x6.livejournal.com]

Yes, it had been a strange and rather pleasant day spent, blessedly, in darkness, and speaking of everything and nothing.

But the Red God had risen not long ago, and without a word stepped into the absolute shadow beyond.

He had felt Vincent lose his eyes...he had known when the Corinthian held his prophet down and felt self-righteous all the while.

The warding circle had slowed these perceptions to a degree...and apparently, that degree was enough.

" He was attacked by one of the Dragon's little 'friends'." he said, but the icey growling tone in his voice did not give the word 'friend' any of it's kinder connotations.

He padded on bare feet to the cloth covered mattress on the floor, and helped Vincent onto it as comfortably as could be managed.

When he next spoke, his voice still remained 'human' ( an allowance for Vincent in an attempt to offer comfort as far as such a being could offer it) but it was a cold, dead thing. Devoid of anything but an icy hiss.

" Alessa,"- a mark of his anger, sor he rarely used her name-" Do ask the children to bring sterile linens, and a bottle of burbon."
The God knelt before his prophet and kept contact with one hand against the human's bleeding face.

Wordlessly, he leaned foreward, and licked a blood-tear from Vincent's face, then kissed the spot softly.
A surge of pleasure-pain ignited at the contact; something other to keep the prophet's mind off of the fear.

...His anger was a palpable thing.
The Red God was a creature born of vengeance, bathed in vengance...existed for vengance.

[alessalearnt.livejournal.com]

Alessa felt sick at Xulchibara's words. Someone...did that to him...? she thought. It reminded her too much of what had happened to her, and she paled, shuddering, barely remembering that her God had ordered her to do something. At her command, two Bubble Head nurses entered the room, carrying the items Xulchibara requested. They brought them over to the injured man, placing them on the mattress and proceeded to begin to unravel the linens.

She closed her eyes and tried to gather strength from Her words. When she opened them again, she got to her feet and approached the Prophet. Sitting behind him, Alessa held the palms of her hands inches from the top of Vincent's head. "Vincent. I am here...Alessa is here. I'm right behind you. Henry is here too. Don't be afraid...I can help with the pain." Alessa exchanged a glance with Xulchibara, as if asking for permission. She had helped Henry with his pain once, and she knew that the sting of bourbon in the man's eye sockets would be extremely painful. She didn't want to see him suffer any more than he was already.

[wisdom-rcvr.livejournal.com]

"Damn..." Henry said, looking at the damage. "I'm here, yeah. I can't believe someone...did that. Why would they--? Damn..."

He felt completely useless here. There wasn't much he could do to help the guy, and he had no idea what happened. It wasn't like he was great friends with Vincent, but he certainly didn't want to see something like this happen to the guy. He looked to Alessa and his God and asked, "...what can I do?"

[snarky-padre-v.livejournal.com]

The pain was still new, and raw, and he could feel something moving in there; the muscles that were used to squinting and closing the lids, turning the orbs to see in various directions. They had nothing to control.
Vincent heard the voices of the others, but he was still too pained and frightened to be all that cognitive, and he just shuddered, making convulsive sounds.
Weeping, but who could weep without eyes to cry?