Log; Ongoing

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When; December 16th, midnight
Rating; PG/PG-13
Characters; Alessa alessalearnt, Xulchibara revelations9x6 & God (NPC)
Summary; God visits Alessa in a dream, and Xulchibara wants to see his creator.
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Black feathers began to litter Alessa's bed one by one as the curse ended. She felt no pain, being trapped in the bonds of slumber, her blankets tucked in securely around her. A soft sigh emitted from her lips as her dream began to unfold.

She was in the middle of nowhere. Mountains covered with a grassy plain surrounded her from all directions. The sun filtered through the clouds, and a comforting breeze flowed through the air. Alessa climbed up the hill in front of her, finding comfort in this strange sanctuary which was cut-off from the City and everywhere else.

When she got to the top of the hill, there lay a single oak tree, its green leaves swaying in the wind. Attached to one of branches was a wooden swing, which sat unoccupied, inviting. Alessa approached it slowly, when she felt it. The very air around her seemed to shift, and then returned to normal.

"...Alessa."

The dark-haired girl turned to see a red-haired woman, whose brown eyes spoke of unending sorrow standing behind her.

"....mother...?"

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Ever since the dreamsneak, Morpheus, had walked with her in dreams, Xulchilbara had taken to viewing Alessa's dreams periodically to ensure that the former Lord Shaper was not trespassing.
This was one such instance, and with the inference of so much light, he was about to withdrawl.....when he too felt that shift.

Manifesting within her dreamscape in his usual manner, he stayed under the thick shade of the ancient oak, and studied the other woman.
Xulchilbara knew Dahlia well...intimately one might say....and this was not Dahlia Gillespie.
Nor was it simply Alessa's subconscious recreating the memory of her mother....

...This woman was something achingly familiar, and yet elusive in recognition.
Perplexed, he allowed Alessa to feel his presence, but made no move to leave the shade, nor call attention to himself.
For now, he watched 'Dahlia' with a hard glint in his ever-burning eyes.

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The woman merely smiled, and whether or not she acknowledged Xulchibara's presence was debatable. Either way she approached Alessa slowly, opening up her arms in welcome. "Yes, Alessa. It's me."

She didn't need to think twice; Alessa ran into the woman's arms, hugging her fiercely, tears freely pouring down her face. "Mother..I've missed you so much," she managed to choke out. The woman held her close, making gentle shushing sounds while stroking her hair.

"I know, dear heart. I know." The woman's voice was soft, and in Alessa's emotional state, she could not tell that this voice was not the voice of her mother. She wanted to believe that her mother was really there in her dreams so badly, that she could not look past the facade.

She's really here, my mother is here, she kept thinking over and over. "I love you," she whispered, and the woman pulled her even closer.

"I love you too....more than you could ever know, Alessa. Now tell me..." 'Dhalia' reached out with slender hands to brush Alessa's dark hair out of her eyes, tilting her chin up so she could look at her, her fingers caressing her cheeks and the tears that were subsiding. "...how were you healed? The last time I saw you, you were...hurting. But now...you are a grown woman. What has happened since Rose left Silent Hill?"

Alessa paused, mentally reaching out for Xulchibara. Should I tell her? she asked him. A part of her wanted her mother to meet the Red God, but some instinct told her it could not happen.

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This 'woman' masquerading as Dahlia confused, and intrigued the Red God.
Her presense should have been alarming, being an alien intrusion into a mind he had firmly claimed as his some time ago.
....But he felt oddly..comforted? Yes, that was the word.
Comforted, but confused all the same.
He knew this being, but it was as though something outside of his consciousness was tamping the memory, or realization down for the time being.

If yOu WiSh,mY lOvE....I Do nOt tHiNk ShE mEaNs YoU HaRm he replied to Alessa's inquiry.
The light, though only a remembered warmth, was becoming less of an irritant, and his own burning eyes were subdued; a deep shimmering copper that reflected the dappled light through the leaves of the tree.
He leaned against the trunk of the tree, and studied 'Dahlia' intently, his expression quizzical.

Some odd urge was rising in him....an urge to step out of the shade and somehow get closer to 'Dahlia'.
From here, it was like her image was beggining to waver, and under closer scrutiny still, it was slowly altering into another woman entirely.

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"I've found someone to love, Mother," Alessa told the woman as they drew apart. 'Dahlia' led Alessa to the rope swing, and gestured for her to take a seat. She did so without complaint, glad to be with her mother.

"His name is Henry. He's a good man, and I'm not scared anymore. We're going to try and have a baby." Dahlia simply smiled at that statement as she began to push Alessa; the swing slowly began to go higher and higher. She didn't want to tell just how important their child would be; Dahlia cursed the cult and all of its members after what they had done to her Alessa. She knew how she felt about religion now.

"Where were you, Mother?" Alessa asked. "I wanted to see you so badly..." Alessa looked over her shoulder to see her mother, and 'Dahlia' smiled. She drew closer to her mother. 'Dahlia' leant over quickly to give Alessa a kiss on her cheek, and as the swing took her away, Alessa saw 'Dahlia''s image waver, then dissipate to leave the now familiar visage of God behind.

"...I told you you would see me again," God said, a smile on her face, her voice more comforting than anything Alessa had ever heard. "Don't be so surprised."

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Imagine for a moment that all that you had ever known of peace, of kindness....and of a Mother was taken from you.
Imagine that frightened and alone you had cryed out for that missing parent for days, months....years.....lifetimes. That the light and beauty of your existence faded into nothingness, into darkness.

....Now imagine that you felt a loss and a grief so vast and consuming that it broke something in you.....and yet, no matter how numb you became, you could not die.

Where once you were light, and wisdom, and justice, you lost all of that.
You lost everything you were, and everything you had ever cared for.
....In such an overwhelming wave of loss, sometimes the only way to survive the consuming darkness......
.....is to become it.

Embrace the despair, the pain, and the dark thoughts that are your cold comfort. Your only companions.
The chill comfort of rage, and hatred....and vengeance.

Then one day, as you fought and struggled for meaning and a fullfillment of purpose, you saw a faint and flickering light.
A tiny reminder of the beauty and love you had known only once before it was snatched away.

Alessa had seen two visions of her daughter. As the Halo of the Sun, it was entirely possible that Alessa would see many more.
She had witnessed the beauty and wonder of the incarnation of light and healing for a broken world.

Xulchilbara, on the other hand, had not seen his Mother for so long that humans did not yet count time when he had last looked on her.
The vision of his creator hit him like a physical pain, and his flame-lit eyes brightened to shine with a golden light.
A light that for all it's beauty, and brilliance....wavered.
Wavered, as he wavered when he tried to take a step toward the phantom image of God.

A step....then another....and it was just too much to stay upright, and the Red God...the Crimson Atrocity fell to his knees before his Mother.
Fell, and caught Her about the waist in a fierce embrace, his arms shaking, and his agonized, yet somehow still blissful features staring up at her.
The wavering light in his eyes intensified......and showed itself to be tears.

Tears that slid from the corners of his eyes and traced like liquid crystal down his cheeks as he half-sobbed, and half-laughed a choked approximation of speech.

"MoThEr...."

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Slender hands reached out to stroke the Red One's dark hair, gentle caresses that only a mother could give. Alessa sat in the swing, and watched, her blue eyes filling with tears of happiness for her Lord. It was as if time had stopped, and nothing could interrupt this moment between mother and son. God's blue eyes spoke of many things; gratitude was clearly there...gratitude for watching over Her chosen mother, for never leaving her side. Sadness of the life She had left behind, sadness for the whole world. But love...love most of all. Love for every living creature, past, present, and future.

"Soon, my son. Soon we shall be reunited. I will not...remember...right away...but I will in time. In time I will be your mother once more." God's voice resonated with a gentle sort of power, and Alessa was too afraid to even breathe for fear that she would disturb them.

God removed her hands, regret filling Her features. "I must go now...my strength is waning," She explained. Leaning forward, She whispered to Xulchibara Her promise to always be there, even if He could not sense Her. She drew up, and took a step backward, Her attention on Alessa once more, who was clinging to the ropes of the swing, dimly aware that she had seen something that she would never witness again.

"Alessa...Mother. Take care of my son, just as He as taken care of you. You are both bound together in more ways than one...do not stray from each other. 'Till we meet again..." A gentle smile, retreating backwards, until the sun swelled from behind her and in a bright instantaneous moment, She was gone.

Alessa let out a shuddering breath. "Xulchibara..?" She said quietly, slowly rising from the swing and approaching him cautiously.

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The God had remained on His knees while His Mother spoke to him.
He had been unable to move or to speak further at all, really.

Her eyes...He remembered those eyes, and as she had whispered to him the soft and comforting things Mothers tell thier children to shush them in times of distress, He had closed his burning eyes entirely.

It hurt too much to watch her walk away again, so He didn't......He couldn't.

Xulchilbara remained kneeling, eyes closed, head tilted back so that the tears ran in silent tracks from the corners of his eyes, though they remained shut completly.

Alessa spoke tentatively to Him, but the only sign He gave that He heard her was a slight stiffening of his shoulders.
The Red God slowly reached one hand, and then, almost as though any movement at all was terribly taxing, He raised the other to rest lightly against her.
One ran a soft touch up her thigh, and the other alighted behind her knee.

The stinging sweetness of His touch was muted, but purposefully. Xulchilbara did not think He could keep any sort of control over himself just now.
....Best not to tempt either of them on any level.

The touches were light, and somehow communicated that this was just a need to feel her near...to be in direct contact with His daughter, His lover.....His most trusted friend.
Possibly...His only true friend.

With that stillness which truly marked him out as not human, as 'other', He stayed on the dream-scape's soft grasses.
In utter silence, and profound stillness....He wept.

He wept for the grief, the loss, and the rage at a race that had been given something so very precious, and had only used it, taken, and taken, and taken from it until it had nothing left to give.
The old hurts, the old thoughts leaked from His distress to hang heavily in the air between them.

ThEy tOoK HER aWaY....ShE gAvE, aNd GaVe, aNd GAVE tO tHeM...AnD ThEy tOoK EVERYTHING fRoM hER.

His touch stiffened to ball some of the fabric of her dress into His fists as the pain-laced anger leaked like drops of acid from his thoughts.

I AvEnGeD HER...I AvEnGeD hEr oN eVeRy DaMnEd oNe oF tHeM WhO cOuLd OnLy WhInE, aNd bLeAt FoR MORE of tHe PaIn SHE DIED TO SAVE THEM FROM.

The tears were a steady stream of liquid, light-kissed, crystal...though they were taking on a deep crimson hue; like spun garnets.

I mIsS HER.....I miSs HER sO MUCH!

......And He then did something that Alessa, knowing Him better than any other within the Nameless City, would know for what it was; A moment of vulnerability.

A moment that came only once, and would never come again.

....He cried...and leaned his forehead against her to let the nearly imperceptible, and very occasional shudder of grief pass over him for long moments.