Log; Complete

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When; Nov. 19 (after midnight)
Rating; PG-13 (language)
Characters; John Constantine (silkcutremix), the Corinthian (bitingnightmare), Scarab (noh_dancer)
Summary; the second half of an escape, sequel to this
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Yes not having a toothy snout jab him in the toothy eye was quite preferable. Cori also didn't want to pull the nightmare shtick on John again, not when he was actually aware of himself and his surroundings. He kept his teeth shut, needed them to stare down those monsters so familiar with Silent Hill. There was some truth in the Red God's words; the Corinthian and the denizens of the manor were cousins of a sort.

John's 'voice' tore his thoughts away from the unnerving sense of kinship the place gave the nightmare. He turned towards the dimly lit shaft, brushing the sense of... something foreboding, something with the scent of an ancient musk from Corinth.

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He braced himself for impact, intending to take that sword as deep as it would go, straight through him ideally just so he could reach her eyes. Cori couldn't even stomach the symbolism of the thing that crowned her face, it represented his control over her, his victory, the scar his branding. How Scarab could have agreed to this... Perhaps it was too late to break the hold the Red God had on her, or not.

The nightmare stared at her, the deadly dragon with her eyes shut in pain. No, they couldn't kill each other over this. Cori thought about taking her sword anyway and slashing it against his hand so she could bring the blade coated in his blood to her master as evidence of her attempt to stop them. No, the god was connected to her mind and body, the deceit would only make things worse. Teeth eyes looked to John in a brief moment of futility. What could they do for her at all?

"Don't. We can handle him ourselves," the Corinthian countered, "... we'll help you when we can."

That was an offer if the rumors were true, that each mark volunteered under false pretenses, it was a promise if Scarab, Keico, still crawled under her skin. He touched her hand, held her fingers tightly before breaking away to join the magebeast.

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

A grunt. Puncturing a finger with a tooth, he had cast a temporary seal in blood to hopefully block, or at the very least complicate, any attempts at reclaimation the Red God would pull on him. Briefly, he considered doing the same for Scarab, Keico, but then again, the mental pain throbbing in his back told him that this was her fault. John could forgive her, but all of this...

Well, let justice be served after all. Bloody theme of this fucking place. He did not want to see what else the fuggin' evil cunt could do.

Sorry, luv, he thought, giving her one last glance as the nightmare caught up to them. But you brought this on yourself.

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She nodded, not really trusting her voice right now, and squeezed his hand back before he was gone.

Indeed, she had brought this on herself.
In wanting a purpose and a place she had hurt someone she cared for.
Granted, she hadn't been the one to injure John, nor change him directly...but she hadn't helped him escape before things got worse either.

She could hear thier footsteps echo down the tunnel, and feeling safer in the thought they would get away clean, she let her knees give out, and sank to the floor.

...And then heard very distinct steps.
Large shuffling ones, followed by the screech of metal on mortar.
The pain in her back was throbbing horribly, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming.
Her eyes were watering, but she smiled a grim kind of smile.

Her Judgement was on it's way, but that was alright.

She was ready.