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Log: Complete
When; ( backdated) Nov. 16th
Rating; PG-13 to possibly R
Characters; Xulchilbara![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
revelations9x6, Vincent snarky_padre_v
Summary; Truth, lies, lessons and a new understanding? ( AIM log that needed to be moved >_9 )
Log;
Vincent had been making mischief on his computer all day. Now that he had the hang of this and realized there was no one in the whole city he couldn't reach via this thing, he had been on a spree. Taunting their enemies, mostly.
As he had said, he had been feeling weirdly dissociated.
Time were he'd look at himself in the mirror, turning his head this way and that, and not recognizing the reflexion as his own. It was those eyes, of course.
The visions had been disturbing his sleep and, as the wont of insomniacs is to keep themselves amused, he had done so.
Henry and Alessa had finally returned. They had been exploring. It did not surprise him that he had not been invited along to attend. He chuckled. Those two amused him. He had never in his life met a couple more NOT get-a-room! in his life.
He idly wondered if perhaps part of Alessa's requirement-at least what she may have been taught- was the God would be a virgin birth. Knowing they had returned, he hoped fervently that his Lord would be not too far behind. Hoping was a good deal like praying, and he decided to do some of that. He'd taken care to put his new shiny collar on, though.
Just in case.
-
Oh yes, the Lord had returned to his mannor...
As Vincent could discern the proximity of The Red God, so too could the structure of the house itself; the very mortar and stone would react to his passing.
Like the soft muffling of a change in air pressure, the chill of autumn became both colder, and warmer, the shadows deepening, and jumping toward one another like playful animals.
This heralding of the God's return preceeded the change in Vincent ( indeed all of the maked's) tattoo by seconds.
.....This, however, was not the delicate increase in burn as before, but rather a flash of searing cold that lashed outward in reaction.
Was there time to note the difference? Mayhap...but as that whip of fire moved under Vincent's flesh, so too did the ghost pale hand of his Lord, and master coil in the slender, yet solid leash trailing behind the man, and jerk it mercilessly back with the intent to arch Vincent back across his chair.
A blank expression, cold and dead was at odds with the chaotic blaze in the God's eyes.
" You have been acting rather foolhardy, Kamlo." The ice chiseled features did not alter in thier cruelty when a malicious smile pulled at the corners of the God's mouth.
"..Or perhaps I should say 'suicidal'?"
-
Vincent barely had time to hiss, shudder in the excitement of feeling his presence before he was pulled back rather roughly by the leash around his throat.
He might have cried out in surprise at that, except it was so sudden.
And probably didn't have the reaction the god was expecting, as the sudden lack of oxygen/rush of blood to his head only excited him further.
He had paid whores good money in his day for a bit of erotic asphixiation.
"Lord..." he managed, a little hoarse sounding, "You're not worried for me, are you?"
He hoped, actually, that the god would be worried. whereas the discipline he might receive for what he had done could be more than he had bargained for (And who knew? Maybe he was hoping for this as well!) It meant something if the god was worried about what he had done.
It meant he meant something.
That gave him power over his Lord. even if all he was a most favorite plaything; he was, at least, something the god gloated over, and would be sore upset to lose.
Vincent tried hard to hide a pleased little smile.
-
The eyes flared, then narrowed with a calculating light.
......And strangely enough, the God grinned.
He, of all beings, could appreciate manipulation when he saw it.
...But the question was: to be cruel and deny the painfully obvious evidence to the contrary, or be adoring, and risk the misinterpretation of that affection ?
The leash pulled taught, and thus the collar too, in order to silence the man before him.
" Yes...You do so love to vex me, don't you Priest?
Viper-quick, the God's free hand came up to grasp the prophet's jaw, while a forceful searing kiss traped the human's in a domination of lips, tongue and the press of sharp teeth.
True, Vincent would enjoy these attentions, but that was irrelevant; the lash of pleasure-pain was only intended to have the man's undivided attention.
Another bite to Vincent's lower lip, and the God withdrew enough to speak against the prophet's mouth.
" ...ReMeMbEr, tHIs: ThAt WhIlE I Do LoVe YoU, KaMlO I WiLl NoT HeSiTaTe To LeAvE yOu To YoUr SElf-InFlIcTeD SnArEs, ShOuLd YoU VeX mE EnOuGh To OuTWeIgH YoUr ValUe."
With the first, and in all probability, only warning Vincent would ever recieve given, the God released the leash completly, and leaned away with a deeply amused expression dancing in painted fire through his eyes.
-
Before Vincent could respond to that the hold on his leash dropped, and he groaned, distraught.
He'd waited all day.
He couldn't bear that Xulchibara was moving away from him. not now.
Completely forgetting that Rosiel had accused him of exactly such behavior, he crawled after the god, all but yammering, so afraid that His presence would be denied him. "But, Lord, I never meant to upset you." Yeah, riiight. "I only did what I did in the hopes that these unworthy usurpers would understand that that cathedral is more befitting of your glory than anything they could come up with." Fawn, fawn. he'd only come to know the presence of the god for such a short while, and he was already so good at it.
That he'd had plenty of practice grovelling for the priests and the guards at the Wish House probably helped.
He'd gotten close enough and, boldly, half pitched himself forward, half lunged at Xuchilbara's legs, hoping his touch would not be denied, that he would not be kicked or pushed away.
-
Mild irritation replaced amusement, and possibly in spite of expectation, the God dropped to kneel, then sit back on his heels, thus sliding into the circle of Vincent's arms.
" Your lying again, Vincent." an impassive tone pointed out...but also did that impassivity manifest in a lazy caress up the human's back, while the opposing hand disentangled Vincent a bit, and coaxed him into a proper embrace; stradling the God's lap.
" You wanted very much to upset me, because you want proof of my love." More statements of the obvious, but the this brand of gilded truth was not to the God's liking.
" After all that I have given you-"a rather unsubtle shift of hips, "- and all that I have done for you-" the hand not holding his prophet in place rose to brush his index finger perilously close to the shifting emerald eyes Vincent now possessed."- Still...you lie."
The lights that shifted and played in the God's eyes were as cold and distant as the dance of northern lights far to the frozen north, and despite the intimate position, there was a definite threat as well: with bladed fingertips so close to eye, or indeed heart or any other necessary vital.
The Red God was a creature of extremes, capable of a strange sort of cutting tenderness, a love that could ultimately destroy the object of his affections, or an anger that bespoke of deep inner truth that men seldom met, but ran from all thier days.
The light carress against Vincent's cheek kept a razor-edge nail quite close, perhaps too close, to the human's eye.
" Your foolishness is that of the many, of any who can not understand that I have no use for empty reverence, and mindless ritual." Another perilous carress, "But, belief, that is what true power, true godhood is....and yet at every turn you doubt yours. Why is that, Priest?"
-
Vincent saw the threat, but here in the god's lap,- Where I rightfully belong, he thought suddenly, fiercely- he did not fear.
The only time he feared Xuchilbara, doubted the god's motives was when the god left him alone, with his own thoughts and that clock ticking away...
He lowered his head, intentionally letting the claw creep closer, lowered his head to lick the god's fingertip. he rubbed his face, his hair against the threatened sharpness as though unaware there was any pain or danger to be gained from this hand.
"I'm afraid, Lord," he confessed, "But only when I'm alone, only then. I've been alone for so long. I can't bear to go back to that now." For a moment the nightmare came to him again- the tunnel, the sound of his own desperate cry- nowhere left to run! but he shook it off as best he could.
"I'm no dragon," he added, "No serpent. No reed. There is no place for me within the pantheon, and for that I feel lost. left out. All I've ever done is tried to make a stand for some kind of truth" this coming from a man who had lied for so long and so often he didn't even notice doing it when he did anymore, "And it killed me. Nearly killed me. I still don't know what happened exactly back there in the Hill..." he looked up, earnestly, into the strange and sometimes unsettling eyes of the god and he did not flinch. "I won't be left out. This time I'm going to see it through to the finish- even if it annihilates me to be present at the happening of it. No one is going to deny me..." his tone was proud. almost defiant. He did not think Xulchibara would want him gone at the that time anyway, but the unspoken mantle was still thrown down, Not even YOU, my Lord.
Oh, Vincent had ambition, and even that overrode his dire need for love... and his sense of self preservation too, unfortunately.
Rating; PG-13 to possibly R
Characters; Xulchilbara
revelations9x6, Vincent snarky_padre_vSummary; Truth, lies, lessons and a new understanding? ( AIM log that needed to be moved >_9 )
Log;
Vincent had been making mischief on his computer all day. Now that he had the hang of this and realized there was no one in the whole city he couldn't reach via this thing, he had been on a spree. Taunting their enemies, mostly.
As he had said, he had been feeling weirdly dissociated.
Time were he'd look at himself in the mirror, turning his head this way and that, and not recognizing the reflexion as his own. It was those eyes, of course.
The visions had been disturbing his sleep and, as the wont of insomniacs is to keep themselves amused, he had done so.
Henry and Alessa had finally returned. They had been exploring. It did not surprise him that he had not been invited along to attend. He chuckled. Those two amused him. He had never in his life met a couple more NOT get-a-room! in his life.
He idly wondered if perhaps part of Alessa's requirement-at least what she may have been taught- was the God would be a virgin birth. Knowing they had returned, he hoped fervently that his Lord would be not too far behind. Hoping was a good deal like praying, and he decided to do some of that. He'd taken care to put his new shiny collar on, though.
Just in case.
-
Oh yes, the Lord had returned to his mannor...
As Vincent could discern the proximity of The Red God, so too could the structure of the house itself; the very mortar and stone would react to his passing.
Like the soft muffling of a change in air pressure, the chill of autumn became both colder, and warmer, the shadows deepening, and jumping toward one another like playful animals.
This heralding of the God's return preceeded the change in Vincent ( indeed all of the maked's) tattoo by seconds.
.....This, however, was not the delicate increase in burn as before, but rather a flash of searing cold that lashed outward in reaction.
Was there time to note the difference? Mayhap...but as that whip of fire moved under Vincent's flesh, so too did the ghost pale hand of his Lord, and master coil in the slender, yet solid leash trailing behind the man, and jerk it mercilessly back with the intent to arch Vincent back across his chair.
A blank expression, cold and dead was at odds with the chaotic blaze in the God's eyes.
" You have been acting rather foolhardy, Kamlo." The ice chiseled features did not alter in thier cruelty when a malicious smile pulled at the corners of the God's mouth.
"..Or perhaps I should say 'suicidal'?"
-
Vincent barely had time to hiss, shudder in the excitement of feeling his presence before he was pulled back rather roughly by the leash around his throat.
He might have cried out in surprise at that, except it was so sudden.
And probably didn't have the reaction the god was expecting, as the sudden lack of oxygen/rush of blood to his head only excited him further.
He had paid whores good money in his day for a bit of erotic asphixiation.
"Lord..." he managed, a little hoarse sounding, "You're not worried for me, are you?"
He hoped, actually, that the god would be worried. whereas the discipline he might receive for what he had done could be more than he had bargained for (And who knew? Maybe he was hoping for this as well!) It meant something if the god was worried about what he had done.
It meant he meant something.
That gave him power over his Lord. even if all he was a most favorite plaything; he was, at least, something the god gloated over, and would be sore upset to lose.
Vincent tried hard to hide a pleased little smile.
-
The eyes flared, then narrowed with a calculating light.
......And strangely enough, the God grinned.
He, of all beings, could appreciate manipulation when he saw it.
...But the question was: to be cruel and deny the painfully obvious evidence to the contrary, or be adoring, and risk the misinterpretation of that affection ?
The leash pulled taught, and thus the collar too, in order to silence the man before him.
" Yes...You do so love to vex me, don't you Priest?
Viper-quick, the God's free hand came up to grasp the prophet's jaw, while a forceful searing kiss traped the human's in a domination of lips, tongue and the press of sharp teeth.
True, Vincent would enjoy these attentions, but that was irrelevant; the lash of pleasure-pain was only intended to have the man's undivided attention.
Another bite to Vincent's lower lip, and the God withdrew enough to speak against the prophet's mouth.
" ...ReMeMbEr, tHIs: ThAt WhIlE I Do LoVe YoU, KaMlO I WiLl NoT HeSiTaTe To LeAvE yOu To YoUr SElf-InFlIcTeD SnArEs, ShOuLd YoU VeX mE EnOuGh To OuTWeIgH YoUr ValUe."
With the first, and in all probability, only warning Vincent would ever recieve given, the God released the leash completly, and leaned away with a deeply amused expression dancing in painted fire through his eyes.
-
Before Vincent could respond to that the hold on his leash dropped, and he groaned, distraught.
He'd waited all day.
He couldn't bear that Xulchibara was moving away from him. not now.
Completely forgetting that Rosiel had accused him of exactly such behavior, he crawled after the god, all but yammering, so afraid that His presence would be denied him. "But, Lord, I never meant to upset you." Yeah, riiight. "I only did what I did in the hopes that these unworthy usurpers would understand that that cathedral is more befitting of your glory than anything they could come up with." Fawn, fawn. he'd only come to know the presence of the god for such a short while, and he was already so good at it.
That he'd had plenty of practice grovelling for the priests and the guards at the Wish House probably helped.
He'd gotten close enough and, boldly, half pitched himself forward, half lunged at Xuchilbara's legs, hoping his touch would not be denied, that he would not be kicked or pushed away.
-
Mild irritation replaced amusement, and possibly in spite of expectation, the God dropped to kneel, then sit back on his heels, thus sliding into the circle of Vincent's arms.
" Your lying again, Vincent." an impassive tone pointed out...but also did that impassivity manifest in a lazy caress up the human's back, while the opposing hand disentangled Vincent a bit, and coaxed him into a proper embrace; stradling the God's lap.
" You wanted very much to upset me, because you want proof of my love." More statements of the obvious, but the this brand of gilded truth was not to the God's liking.
" After all that I have given you-"a rather unsubtle shift of hips, "- and all that I have done for you-" the hand not holding his prophet in place rose to brush his index finger perilously close to the shifting emerald eyes Vincent now possessed."- Still...you lie."
The lights that shifted and played in the God's eyes were as cold and distant as the dance of northern lights far to the frozen north, and despite the intimate position, there was a definite threat as well: with bladed fingertips so close to eye, or indeed heart or any other necessary vital.
The Red God was a creature of extremes, capable of a strange sort of cutting tenderness, a love that could ultimately destroy the object of his affections, or an anger that bespoke of deep inner truth that men seldom met, but ran from all thier days.
The light carress against Vincent's cheek kept a razor-edge nail quite close, perhaps too close, to the human's eye.
" Your foolishness is that of the many, of any who can not understand that I have no use for empty reverence, and mindless ritual." Another perilous carress, "But, belief, that is what true power, true godhood is....and yet at every turn you doubt yours. Why is that, Priest?"
-
Vincent saw the threat, but here in the god's lap,- Where I rightfully belong, he thought suddenly, fiercely- he did not fear.
The only time he feared Xuchilbara, doubted the god's motives was when the god left him alone, with his own thoughts and that clock ticking away...
He lowered his head, intentionally letting the claw creep closer, lowered his head to lick the god's fingertip. he rubbed his face, his hair against the threatened sharpness as though unaware there was any pain or danger to be gained from this hand.
"I'm afraid, Lord," he confessed, "But only when I'm alone, only then. I've been alone for so long. I can't bear to go back to that now." For a moment the nightmare came to him again- the tunnel, the sound of his own desperate cry- nowhere left to run! but he shook it off as best he could.
"I'm no dragon," he added, "No serpent. No reed. There is no place for me within the pantheon, and for that I feel lost. left out. All I've ever done is tried to make a stand for some kind of truth" this coming from a man who had lied for so long and so often he didn't even notice doing it when he did anymore, "And it killed me. Nearly killed me. I still don't know what happened exactly back there in the Hill..." he looked up, earnestly, into the strange and sometimes unsettling eyes of the god and he did not flinch. "I won't be left out. This time I'm going to see it through to the finish- even if it annihilates me to be present at the happening of it. No one is going to deny me..." his tone was proud. almost defiant. He did not think Xulchibara would want him gone at the that time anyway, but the unspoken mantle was still thrown down, Not even YOU, my Lord.
Oh, Vincent had ambition, and even that overrode his dire need for love... and his sense of self preservation too, unfortunately.
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The unspoken threat of the bladed nail turned instead to a petting caress, as the God threaded his fingers through Vincent's hair again, while the opposing one took hold of the leash, tugging very gently to wrap it around his wrist possessivly.
" Kamlo..." he breathed softly, his eyes shifting from the color of old blood ( irritation) to warm into a violent indigo shot with sparks of gold and crimson. ( approval...and desire.), then leaned foreward to kiss Vincent; a brush of moth's wings that brought with it a lash of corrosive bliss.
YoUr PlAcE WiThIn ThIs StOrY Is ThE RoLe Of ThE FoRtelLiNg VoIcE...WhY Do YoU BeLiTtLe It So?
Gradually the leash was becoming pulled tighter as it was coiled around the God's wrist.
Another kiss, this one, however, lingered for all it's sharp tenderness.
YoU DeSirEd PoWeR, AnD I GaVe It tO YoU...YoU Do NoT EvEn AtTeMpT To UsE HaLf Of ThAt GiFt, BuT OnLy LaMeNt ThE NaTuRe Of YoUr ClAiRvOyAnT DrEaMs.
The leash, now wound taught started to tug at the collar, but still the slow tightening persisted as the roaring whisper moved like jagged wind through the prophets mind; the God's mouth preoccupied with more important things.
YoU DeSiReD Me, AnD I HaVe InDuLgEd YoU...I HaVe GiVeN YoU LeAvE To ReMaIn In mY OwN BeD, UnLeSs I SpEcIfIcAlLy OrDeR YoU OuT. A quick bite of Vincent's lower lip punctuated that particular statement. AnD YeT YoU PlAy PeTtY GaMeS In A BiD FoR MoRe Of My AtTeNtIon.
......I HaVe GiVeN yOu AlL YoU AsKeD, AnD MoRe BeSiDeS, BuT YoU FoRsAkE ThIs.
In truth Xulchilbara had been highly indulgent of Vincent, even more so than he would ordinarily give...yet Vincent seemed to be unaware?
Or rather, seemed insatiable in his desires. In part this accounted for the lavishing of attention, but in other part( which should Vincent so choose was plain in the maelstrom of chaotic awareness that made up the God's consciousness) Xulchilbara had started to see in Vincent great possibility.
The Red God was losing his handmaiden to prophecy and love, and this was well-known.
What was not so well-known, save in some small part to Alessa herself, was that the God had already begun to groom Vincent into a companion.
More than an idle toy, less then an obsession as the Handmaiden had been for so many years.
His earlier warning still applied, however; Xulchilbara would not save Vincent from his own choices.
Did this mean Vincent would recieve somehow altered ( whether more affectionate of less) from the God?
Not at all. Vincent meant something to Xulchilbara, yes, but the 'love' that such a creature may provide is not the gentleness that humans sometimes show.
The love of the Red God is a powerful, chaotic thing. It is painful in flesh and spirit, but equally exaltunt.
It can destory hearts and minds, consume men utterly, and leave them as little more than shadowy remnants of themselves.
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He groaned, worried tho that his need might displease his Lord..it was so petty, so human.
He shook his hair out of his eyes and looked, really looked at the creature to whom he had quickly grown addicted.
For addiction, he knew, was weakness- knew it because he had exploited it in his own flock in the days when his place in the Order had been more influential.
"Alright," he said, trying to push that desire out of the forefront for the longest time since the days he had intentionally denied himself pleasure during the lead-up to his ordination. "so...how is it done? You make me want you as I have wanted no painted piece of pussy I've paid top dollar for, no dewy eyed choirboy whose admiration of me made me want to show him the light in some dark back room...how's it done. You know I get lonely in your absence..." he knelt now. Still not able to look fully on at Xuchilbara but at least trying to make the attempt. "what would you have me do? Shall I bring others to you, to my bed, to your graces?
Shall I hone whatever powers you've given me to do more than taunt our adversaries? I need to know..." for a moment, a glitter of something other than lust in those eyes- power-hunger. Vincent was missing his books. He wanted to see if the god had anything to teach him that might make him less weak.
Not just in the eyes of the god, but in the eyes of his fellow townsfolk he wanted to lose his weakness, his obsoleteness.
Perhaps if he had that, Alessa would cease to look down upon him, Henry would stop gazing at him in pity and realize he was an equal or, perhaps, a better...
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"You ask what can not be given, Kamlo."
Still playing with Vincent's hair, the God gave a soft tug at it in mock-reprimand.
"You crave me, simply because of what I am. I do not make you desire me, you do for how my touch affects you. I can no more control that than you can control the color of your hair, or what face you were born with."
A mild half-shrug. " It is my nature."
That gleam of want was back in Vincent's new eyes, and seeing it the smile became more knowing.
" As to what I would have you do.." he pulled the leash again, disliking the lack of physical contact, for Xulchilbara was comforted by the touch of flesh, as he was of blood, and darkened rooms.
" I would have you do as you wish. If you wish to bring others to your bed, do so, but this insessant preocupation with worship on my behalf is tiresome. " His eyes flared for a moment, hardening to a solid black, lacking distinction between retina and pupil.
" .....However, I do require information. Where men sealed memory in books, my memory does not require this." His eyes warmed again with a wash like blood clouding through water. " However, there are mysteries unknown even to me, and in this men with thier recorded histories are useful."
The God drew two fingers across his prophet, servent, and lover's cheek idly in contemplation while Vincent spoke of power, and it's delicate uses.
The way in which Vincent refferred to these newer abilities spoke of his forgetfulness in first using them.
" Yes, you should become more adept at wielding any weapon to avoid hurting yourself more than your adversary, however you seem to have forgotten that you instinctively reached for them when you faced The Corinthian." The God refferred to the moment where Vincent had come close to altering percieved reality..a dangerous tool even for Xulchilbara, and a costly one to use for anyone...but also highly effective.
"Observe." He said, and dropped the leash, having assumed a more distant and businesslike demeanor.
Molten eyes scanned the room for a moment, then came back to Vincent before the lids dropped over them, shielding thier gradually increasong glow.
Still as a statue without the movement even breathe provided, Xulchilbara sat in silence....but the room itself started to change.
Not a crossing into the otherworld, but a crawling static sensation preceeded a lurch in reality.
The floor aged, and decayed, the walls lost thier paint in chunks, and as though watching time-lapsed photography, rust bloomed in ragged patches beneath the falling paint.
More than just a decaying and aging of the room, the stationary objects also started to warp..becoming twisted decrepit versions of thier former selves.
All of this was visible change, but the facillitation of these changes originated from the Red God who sat serene in the epicenter.
Vincent's new eyes could most likely percieve the crawling energy as a heat shimmer; a warping of the air.
YoU CaN SeE It, CaN'T YoU, KaMlO? the God's voice grated in his prefferred fashion; mind to mind.
NoW, WiTh ThIs MuCh Of A ShIfT In PeRcEpTiOn, I WaNt YoU To FoCuS YoUr AtTeNtIoN InWaRd. FeEl ThIs ArOuNd YoU, AnD ThEn ReAcH ThRoUgH ThE BiNdInG We ShArE AnD DrAw On It ToO.
Granted, being both human and very new to these things it would not be a large shift, nor a large draw on the power of Xulchilbara, but in learning the mechanics of how a skill works, one can rely on that memory to refine the skill until it becomes stronger.
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Truth be known he had been more than a little bit jealous of Claudia's ability to do such things, altho he had told one of the flock that he would never want to be like her...
There was a difference this time tho, and he could see it... or to be more precise his eyes saw it; it was a bizarre feeling. Almost 'cooler' than sex, this was (altho he still hoped there'd be time for that...). It was almost as though he could eat the experience with his eyes, felt renewed by it, refreshed.
Xulchibara had told him to try it, and he wanted to.
Somehow he felt there was no way to do it alone and, shyly- why so shy? because the Lord had distanced himself for now? surely they had shared far more than this!- he slipped a little closer and touched the god's hand.
the burning sensation of contact gave him confidence, and he sort of rolled his eyes back in his head and reached inward to his own core of energy, his own soul, as it were, and tried to touch the energy outside with something of his own within.
Vincent giggled. It was a stupid, almost mean giggle. His eyes were closed, but he could still see it, his own little ripple in the big picture his master was making. He felt a sort of pull, a painful sensation, a hitch in his breathing and a pressure on his chest, but he tried to disregard it; this was too fun.
He made the walls just a bit bloodier, colored the rust just a bit more horribly...
and missed entirely the moment he drew too much energy from himself.
Everything went blurry and he hit the floor, gasping like a fish out of water.
Oops.
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It Is A CoStLy SkIlL, DeArEsT. I BeLiEvE I ToLd YoU LoNg AgO To ExCErCiSe ReStRaInT WiTh YoUr NeWly AqUiReD AbIlItIeS
His eyes opened to slits, but that was enough to show thier bright fire as it danced and shone with the difference in expended power.
However, as Vincent was somewhat incapable of further instruction, Xulchilbara released the drawn changes.
Much like the flexing of a muscle, the lack of exertion over the area manifested quickly as established reality reasserted itself.
The walls lost thier stained color, the paint returning in perfect reverse of it's decay.
So too the floor's age reversed, and joined up with itself.
All of this, like a dark shadow receeding into the Red God himself where he sat still serene and unfatigued.
Once returned to it's original set of perceptions, the God leaned down over his prophet with an amused expression, and resumed his interest in Vincent's hair.
" Now that you know what you are looking for, can you feel the binding? It is always present, and thus, you are always in direct contact with me."
Perhaps Vincent would find comfort in the ever present links, or perhaps not...still he should understand that even when not physically present, Vincent could speak to his Lord, and even see him behind closed eyes, though naturally not while so badly taxed as the human was just now.
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He grinned at Xuchilbara, that hungry little glow in his eyes again. Vincent had liked that, even though he'd overtaxed himself.
He hoped the god would be pleased with him. He knew he was certainly well-pleased with himself. Had he still been lapsed into the child state the curse had brought the day before he probably would have run through the City loudly proclaiming "lookit ME! I can do stuff!!"
Just as well he wasn't tho.
As he caught his breath and tried to find some way to suffer magical backlash with as little discomfort as he could muster-this seemed to require lying back on the floor, actually, so he did that- he began to wonder that his doubts and fears should displease Xuchilbara so.
He didn't like them anymore than he suspected the god did, but only in the god's presence did they recede to the nothing they really seemed to be.
"Lord?" he asked, "why does Lady Alessa dislike me? She must know I was too young to have had anything to do with the pain of her past." On the tail of this he added, with a knowing leer, "you've been putting out to both of them, haven't you? I mean... maybe 'putting out' is a little harsh. All the same...you do something with them. I'm sure it's nothing like what you've done with me, and yet..." he rolled over onto his stomach so he could sit up a bit, support himself on his elbows and look at Xuchilbara as he rested.
"what's it like? with Henry, I mean?"
There was, it seemed, a slow growing interest in Henry in Vincent's insatiable curiousity, not to mention his usual greed and ambition; if Alessa could love him, and if the god could 'have' him somehow, why couldn't Vincent, too?
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...Of course this was a large factor in the reasons for his continued interest in the priest, since so little did so.
Before answering Vincent's first question, he was caught off gaurd with the interest in Henry.
Caught so much so that he honestly laughed, although that laugh was a cutting sort of noise, for all it's brief indulgence.
" Ah, Kamlo, I do prefer you inquisitive to petulant."
To take the sting out of that remark, he moved closer to his servant, and layed flat on his stomach, head pillowed in crossed arms.
"Alessa's animosity is simply explained, dear heart."
The lingering traces of laughter showed as silver starfields upon eyes so deep a blue they were nearly black.
"She is jealous of you. You must remember that for many years, she and I were closely tied with no others to make demands on my time."
Granted, her remembered timestream was somewhat altered to Vincent's but both instances were true enough.
However, right now was not the time to go into temporal paradox, and the reflection of Silent Hill within the Dreaming lands.
" She wonders if you have taken her place in my heart, my prophet.
Henry, however is another matter."
Again prefferring physical contact, the God reached out to trail a lazy carress across Vincent's chest.
" He is like a newborn creature...full of wonder and innocence with the world he is rediscovering. All experience is new, and somewhat thrilling."
Especially where Xulchilbara was concerned, but that had more to do with the Red God's singular presence, and his effect on sensation.
" Henry has not had a great deal of experience with, ah, the wonderous varieties of experiencing pleasure-" the trailing caress ended at Vincent's collarbone, where the God drew a tiny red line with the razor edge of his nail"-and pain."
His eyes found Vincent's again, the nebulous red tinge of desire returned, superimposed on a yellow reminiscent of cat's eyes.
" Who I take to bed is my perrogative, as whomever you do the same with is yours. You, innocent Henry, and blessed Alessa are my chosen. None shall ever hold a place in my affections as you do...all of you, however, have your own unique place."
The cat's-eye-yellow hardened to the coldness of gemstones; topaz lit from behind and painted with crimson streaks. ( A mild warning, mixed with growing want)
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Vincent was enjoying the caresses- they burned like fire, of course, but pain was something he only shied from when it was delivered with hatred. Still, Xuchilbara's words confused him and he gave the god a decidedly 'you on CRACK?!' look of incredulousness.
"She envies me?" he said, "my Lord, but you must be wrong. she looks down on me, she acts like I'm some kind of bug." he was getting worked up about it again. Here, of all places, he was not going to let Alessa's behavior towards him affect him.
He calmed himself. "Surely she must know that all of us who were of the Order were taught deference to the legends. She carries God within her. She was chosen, and the chosen one takes precedence over all." he was giving the rhetoric, so he switched tacts. "I know what kind of Hell that girl's been put through. I wouldn't want to be like her, and she has my deepest sympathy for her suffering.I spoke once with an incarnation of hers," he suspected there must be some sort of time-space rift that was part and parcel of the City, and had accepted that. He idly wondered if Alessa- this Alessa- knew of Heather."she. didn't really like me all that much either. In spite of all the help I gave her..." he didn't bother to mention that he had tried to kill her a few times as well as helping her- either would have thwarted Claudia, and so both were fair in his opinion of the time. "anyway," Vincent continued,
"I have no real animosity towards her. She is crucial in the return of the God, and important to you. I respect that. I just wish..." and here he dared grin that wicked grin he had, "that she'd sort of learn to share and share alike. She's got the best of everything here. You. Him... when you're not here, Lord, I sleep all alone. A state of being I'm afraid I just don't find to my liking. When I'm alone," he admitted, "my mind goes some pretty dark places. I'm afraid of what I see, yes. But moreso. I'm afraid of what it means. What it means for all of us. I'd like to hope this place is impenetrable..." he looked around at the manor, then back at Xuchilbara, "and I'd like to hope that you're immortal. Impervious to any sort of harm those things might inflict on you. However..." Vincent was being as matter-of-fact as he could here, hoping his freely speaking would not be misconstrued, "I'd also like to hope most of all if in the future it all tumbles down you'd see fit to save your servants as well. Just..looking after myself, you understand. I'm not suicidal. Honest, my Lord. cross my heart and hope to..." to finish would be to contradict, and he was still unsure what to make of the spat he'd had with Alessa where she too had accused him of same, so he let the subject drop.
"all this talk..." he said dismissally, "and so much time wasted." He lounged back, and sort of...presented himself to the god. "Do you want me? I'll do whatever you ask of me. There's nothing I would ever deny you. You may- you should use me however you please. Even if you were to kill me," and for some reason his memories of that experience were purely positive, remembering only the ecstasy, "I would still die screaming your name with my last breath. You could tear holes in my heart if the ones I have already do not suffice, plug me til I perish from the wounds, and I'd never stop loving it. loving you." Vincent's smile widened. Boy, he loved talking dirty to Xuchilbara.
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There is little reason or logic in love, and her jealousy was further explained by the reasoning that Vincent was somehow unworthy of Xulchilbara's attention in her opinion. After all, until very recently Vincent had been entirely human, and a frail one at that.
When the prophet mentioned his concern for the assurities of thier continued safety, the God's eyes shifted thier color again to a deeper ruby....and burned brighter at the declaration of twisted love.
The God, removed his hand from Vincent, put them under him, and did a sort of push-up.
Stretching like a cat, he turned burning red and molten gold eyes on his servant.
On hands and knees, he stalked closer, and without haste, stradled th human, leaned down, supported by his elbows over the man, and kissed his forhead.
I GiVe YoU My WoRd, KaMlO, ThAt I WiLl Do EvErYThInG In My PoWeR To KeEp YoU FrOm AnY HaRm cAusEd By My AcTiOns
A smile as Vincent's mark flared to life and called to it's master.
His mouth moved and found Vincent's, drinking deeply of the devotion he tasted there, his eyes remaining opened, and slitted with the ferocity of thier chaotic lights.
I CaN NoT SaVe YoU FrOm YoUR OwN MiStAkEs...BuT I CaN AsSuRe YoU ThAt YoU ArE SaFe In My CaRe, aNd WhIlE NoT InVuLnErAbLe In FoRm, I Am CeRtAiNlY ImMoRtAl.
Vincent's offer to allow the Red God to indulge in his more....damaging...proclivities was rather tempting, however.
.....YoU HaVe No IdEa HoW VeRy....StImUlAtInG...ThAt PaRtiCulaR IdEa Is, PrIeSt
To illustrate this point, he ground his hips against Vincent's, letting the prone human feel just how serious he was.
YoU WiLl JoIn Me In My PriVaTe RoOms OnCe I HaVe SeEn To A FeW OtHeR ThInGs.
HaLf An HoUr. WeAr YoUr NeW GiFt, BuT I ExPeCt To SeE NoThInG BeYoNd ThAt WhEn I ArRiVe.
None of which was a request.
Another forceful press of lips, and with an echoed sigh of a growl, the God was gone between one breath and the next.
The shadows of Vincent's room writhing gleefully at his passing.