Log: Ongoing

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When; January 1st

Rating; R to NC-17

Characters; revelations9x6 Xulchilbara, snarky_padre_v Vincent

Summary; Vincent is upset by his Lord's new romantic interests, and Xulchilbara has a pretty big revelation for him.

Log;

It had been a long night.

Long, but very productive.

The Red God, once the ceremony was completed, had retired to his inner sanctum, and sat in still silence.
Clad in nothing, the seal on his back glowing with an infernal light, and pulsing like a heartbeat, He did what could be called meditating, yet such a word's implications are far to gentle to be an accurate description.

The Executioner had been busy, and while much of the city believed the Judgements to be the random acts of insanity from a monster, the Red God knew better.

His Sentinel was opening gates, and raising power.
With each judgement, Xulchilbara was able to tap into the emotion, and sensation the made up so much of his very essence

Pain, and guilt.
The dark secrets of the psyche brought to light.
Blood, and Darkness...

These were His purview, and thier release travelled the strong connctions between the God and His avatar to refresh and rejuvinate the Him.

With every gift, however, there is a price.

The price for this form of empowerment, was an erosion of the Crimson Atrocity's control, and ability to retain his semblance of humanity.
It intoxicated, made Him power drunk,and more apt to give into the raging bloodlust that was always a throbbing need that Xulchilbara often had to work at restraining.


No sound broke his half-lidded reverie, but the sense of sound, and crawling shadows permeated the space like tangible waves of heat, and sharp sensation.
A warmth, that hovered between the line of cutting pain...

Nude, and sitting lotus-style before the raised hearth, the God waited.

He had asked Vincent to attend for days, but the priest had been less than eager to do so.
The Master, somewhat irritated with this behavior, and the niggling doubts Vincent's thoughts and writings betrayed, had finally resorted to commanding his prophet to attend.

....It was time to remind Vincent that he had bound himself to the Red God, and though his human mind may want to leave His embrace, he could not do so without Xulchilbara's express permission.
That was Vincent's choice, and the price he had paid.

...Bound in Flesh and Fire...

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Vincent had, since his long bout of preparations and atonements, been feeling better about himself than he had in a long while.
Even Alessa had to have seen that he knew what he was doing when it came to the high ritual and now, seeing as he had done his bit, he was determined to still have a taste of the evening's festivities...when suddenly he sensed it.
Not a request, a demand.
He grunted, clutching his head, refusing to be led about so.
Now, here, and of all nights?
But this was not the sort of thing one could refuse; and to Xuchilbara's room he came, kneeling as he was bidden.

Though his head was lowered, there was a resentment in his eyes that almost bespoke his thoughts, oh, for Heaven's sake, what have I done wrong this time?

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Half-lidded eyes tracked the passage of the priest from threshold, to crossing the circle, to kneeling beside his Lord.

"YoU hAvE bEeN PoInTeDlY iGnOrInG Me, PrIeSt" came the answer to Vincent's internal question.
Granted while this wasn't 'wrong' per say, it was perplexing and irritating.
Xulchilbara had enough to occupy his time than petting, and coddling his servant.

Wretched, infuriating, guilt-ridden, human!

The hard light in the God's eyes turned fully onto the kneeling man, as the coalescing anger ( though palpably mixed with curiousity....Vincent was growing adept at keeping Xulchilbara from his mind) broke in waves from the entity before the fire.
The fire reacted accordingly, and twisted into an oddly miniaturized column of movement.

"I haVe CaLleD fOr YoU SeVeRaL tImeS....I KnoW yOu WeRe PrEoCcUpIeD wiTh PrEpArATiOnS, BuT YoU HaVe sInCe cEaSeD EvEn DeiGniNg To ExCuSe yOuR AbSeNcE..."

The flames arched into spirals, and twisting ropes before him, and subsequently caste distorted shadows along the walls.
How dare this...this....pet disregard him!
After everything that had happened, everything the Red God had done, and given to His Prophet, the little ingrate was so dense as to not see?!

--
"Perhaps," Vincent's voice was low, if courteous; although he had not until now laid into Xuchilbara with the acid wit he fearlessly used upon The Corinthian and the Inorganic Angel Rosiel, he certainly saw no reason to fear his God any more or less than those other rather formidable foes he had made, "if my Lord finds my services lacking He could replace me with another servant. something female perhaps? yes, it seems likely that that might suit a being of your powers and hungers far greater than I, your mere priest, might do. a whole bevy of giggling pulchitrude, perhaps? I'm sure one of the servants could fetch such with an undeniable swiftness.

excuse us if we seem a bit terse, Lord. it's been a long night, and if you've no use for me in your bed, it's high time I retired to my own."

oh, Vincent was playing with fire, but on the other hand he was exactly the sort of man who clearly didn't fear getting burned.

a strange man, was Vincent, really. courting death again, although he'd been expressly warned not to? or perhaps simply unafraid of it, in spite of his fear of so many other things...

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--

Oh...That...is....IT.
It is generally expected that such supernatural creatures can move with inhuman speed when they choose to.
It was rare that Xulchilbara ever did, unless the situation truly called for it...but right now? He did not particularly care about keeping the semblance of humanity.

There was no real perceptible movement, nothing for the eyes to translate to the mind, and thus no warning.
From sitting a few feet away, to slamming the back of Vincent's skull into the flagstones, there was nothing but a growl more mechanical sounding than organic.

YoU UnGrAtEfUl LiTtLe WrEtCh! The God snarled at his servant around preternaturally extended teeth.
Not a set of vampiric fangs, those were limited to incisors, but rather more like larger versions of a snake's fangs doubled and trippled to make six or seven matched pairs along the upper jaw.
Again, there was no effort to hide the deformations as in times past, but rather capitalizing on the visible threat.

hOw dArE yOu...HoW dArE yOu ShOw sUcH A fLagRaNt DiSrEgArD FoR yOuR pLaCe!

He had not cracked Vincent's skull in slamming him backwards ( by some miracle) but it would certainly hurt.
Razor edged nails sliced through the collar, and upper part of Vincent's robes, and pulled it away, while the opposing hand curled under Vincent's jaw, and cut a perfect line into his cheek , just beneath the eye, with a thumbnail.

YoU arE mInE!...Do yOu ThInK I cAn NoT hEaR yOuR ReGrEt?! ThAt I dO nOt tAsTe yOuR DoUbT?!

The hand closest to Vincent's scarred chest likewise pressed blades into his flesh, and brutally began tracing the outlines of an odd language....although a recognizable one considering Vincent had been researching such things for some time in preparation.

The Master again marked physically that which he owned spiritually. The God was carving his own name into the Prophet's skin.

A kiss from a creature with those inhuman sets of fangs was nothing short of dangerous as the merest graze resulted in welling beads of blood from lip and tongue.

AfTeR EvErYtHiNg yOu hAvE DoNe, AnD EvErYtHiNg I hAvE gIvEn yOu, YoU ArE sTiLl ToO DENSE tO SeE iT?! the horror of His voice scathed like blades in it's own right through the shared connection of thier minds.

I LoVe YoU.., He growled, and pressed another blade in.

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Vincent startled, certainly, but the movement was too fast for him to follow, let alone prevent.
He was a bit punchdrunk from the blow to the head, his ears ringing, his vision rimmed in red.
in spite of this, he laughed.

his eyes closed and he hissed, stiffened, willfully jutting his chest out in spite of the claws cutting into him, jerking forward so much so that the outline of his ribs was clear against his taut skin.

the pain aroused him, and when Xuchilbara confessed to loving him, he laughed.
relief, or derision?

"are you killing me finally?' he asked breathily, "about fuckin' time."
he thrust himself at Xuchilbara like a dog in heat.

how he loved this nasty little game.
he flicked his tongue at Xuchilbara, opening his eyes slightly.
"ön saját én," he said, "you stupid bastard. do you mind? do I care? of course you own me. you stupid impulsive omniscient thing. are you losing your touch? are your powers so turned towards that shambling slab of blind rage that you haven't SEEN how much I cry out for you?
I never claimed to piety, Master. if you truly knew me you'd know how blasphemous, crazed and damned i am. how I LOVE to see you angry. and how you love to beat me back when I disobey. isn't that what religion is all about?
what use would any god have for GOOD, sinless sheep?
isn't it all about the balance? sin and salvation.

besides..." Vincent lifted his head, bared his throat. let the god tear it out, if He so willed it. Vincent was shameless, "you left me mortal for a reason. and part of being mortal is to be weak. to have doubts, fears, regrets. anger. jealousy. defiance.
you own me, Master, body and soul. but I tell you now, you could tear me in a thousand pieces, and each piece would still love you...but I won't break to you.
where would be the fun in that?
now kill me or fuck me, for god's sake, but be quick about it; I'm tired. it's been a long night."
--

He bent down, grabbed Vincent's upper arms, and imbedded claws into those as well, turning Vincent to face Him, then drew the man to his feet. He kissed His servant, and it was like He was trying to crawl inside Vincent through his mouth; lips, tongue, teeth-something between a kiss and eating him

I shOuLd. I ShOuLd HaVe KiLlEd yOu a HuNdReD TiMeS OvEr.....

The God's hands slid down the Prophets's back, following the curve of his spine, then lower over the swell of his hips, until fingers found thighs, and likewise destroyed belt and pants savagely ( yet left the remnants of the robe...perhaps a small reminder that this priest was His even before they had met in person).
He lifted Vincent, with just His hands on the servant's thighs, thier mouths still locked together.
Blood welled again from the points of fangs biting into the priest's lips and tongue.
The movement of Xulchilbara's hands spread Vincent's legs and cut more bloody furrows to match the scars of thier very first encounter on the man's hips, and pressed thier bodies to one another.
The feel of Him so hard, so ready pressed against Vincent's body, fairly begged for sounds from His servant, to eat those sounds straight from his mouth, as if He were tasting the screams.

I ShOuLd...I hAVe WANTED tO..

The God used his hands to draw Vincent's lower body away from His, Vincent's arms still locked around His shoulders, one hand sliding through the black silkiness of His hair. He moved one hand to Vincent's ass, supporting all His servant's weight on that one hand, while the God moved the other hand between them, again using Vincent's own blood to spread over the man's erection, and further down between his legs.
BuT I cAn'T...I CaN'T, aNd I HATE yoU fOr It!

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He entered His pet, and it wasn't hesitant, or gentle. He fought against the wet tightness of Vincent's body, both hands on the backs of his thighs, slicing, cutting, tearing into tendon, pulling Vincent to Him, as He pushed Himself inside.

YoU wErE mEaNt To WaTcH, To lIsTeN, To ReMeMbEr....NoT To InGrAin YoUrSeLf iNtO mY ThOuGhTs, oR GiVe Me yOuR SoUl

Xulchilbara walked them backward until He collapsed Vincent on the edge of the padded bench before the hearth. Most of Vincent's lower body still held in His hands, trapped against Him. The God stayed standing, His body pinning his servant to the edge of the bench, His hands holding the human priest as if he weighed nothing.

YoU WeRe NEVER sUpPoSeD To mAkE mE CARE

The Red God stared down at his mortal lover with eyes that were never human, but even less so now; burning points of incandescense, yet touseled strands of sweat-dampened black hair fell across them and enhanced the echoes of smoke rising from a fire. He drew himself out of Vincent's body, slowly, an inch at a time until almost free, then He shoved himself back, a growling sort of sound urging similar sounds from His Prophet as He fucked him.

I HATE yoU.....I LOVE YoU....I WiLl nEvEr ReLeAsE yOu....

The God found a rhythm that was fast, and deep, and hard, as if he were trying to shove himself out the other side. He beat his body into Vincent's with a thick, meaty sound.

I wIlL nEvEr....NEVER.... LeT yOu taStE tHe SwEeT ReLeAsE oF DeAtH..

--
Vincent kissed back, eagerly, tasting his own sticky blood swirled into their mixed spittle, grunting a bit at the contact.

Xuchilbara's insistent push at him, in him was painful but it was the type of pain he wanted, craved. He gasped as the air seemed hot, hotter than the point of contact, as though it was he who had stepped into that fire tonight, not Henry.

He tried to match Xuchilbara's thrusts, bucking his muscles internally, trying to guide him to that sweet spot that pressed on his prostate from inside, but he couldn't move that fast, and found his own counterrhythm.

Freed from the kiss he grit his teeth and growled like an animal himself, breathing heavily. His eyes were open but glazed, intent on nothing but the pain and the urgent need to slake his lust.

"that's right," he muttered, and who knew there was a side to Vincent as wicked as any of his family? wickeder, perhaps. he knew Xuchilbara owned him. but he also was sure, with the absolute certainty only the truly mad or the truly devout have, that he owned the god right back.

For what is a god if it doesn't have believers? "go ahead and hate me. hate me real good." he grunted again, and chuckled at the roughness his words might encourage. "you're the only one who knows how to."