tampered | Log: Complete

The mansion was cold.
The mansion had always been cold, but in the past lamplight and heaters had given it the sembalnce of warmth and unity even if, contrary to the beliefs of most the city about the 'cult', there hadn't always been the most perfect of unity between them.

Vincent had always been to some extent the odd man out.
Alessa and Henry, for the most part, had each other.
Alessa, for that matter, had Xuchilbara, and the monsters that guarded the mansion;it was, as Vincent had said more than once, all for her.

She had been, after all, the chosen one.
Was she anymore? Xuchilbara was gone for longer and longer periods of time, and as He had taken His presence from his followers, so much of the mansion had lost its glow and illusion of warmth. Lights burned out and no one thought to replace them. Fuel ran out and no one replaced it. The mansion had become a cold dark place haunted by the abandoned followers even before Vincent had found the dead body of Henry Townshend sprawled out like some macabre gift from Walter Sullivan.

Alessa had found comfort, had left the mansion, found others with which to stay.
The priest had no one, and nothing but his grief and his shock.

He had had a crush on Henry, even Henry had known that. A crush that would obviously go unrequited now, although as the mansion emptied now of it's Lady as well, there was no one else left to see to Henry's cold body but Vincent.

He had taken up the vigil with all the dedication left in him as the Order's last priest, and with as broken a heart as one would expect of a man so often abandoned in his life and his duties.

He was unaware Lobsel-Vith had braved its way into Xuchilbara's territory at last. He was unaware of anything, even those few who talked to him on the network's words of comfort or derision.

He had moved away from his laptop and laid on the ground near the body.

The site of Vincent laid huddled against the mangled corpse of Henry made Lobsel tremble in sickness. It was obvious that Vincent needed comfort, and perhaps joy. Duely noting a sense in Vincent's sexual orientation Lobsel Vith manifested himself as his male form. Flames building up his image until at last he was flesh.

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Staring down at the priest, still clutching the corpse and shaking Lobsel Vith spoke, "Vincent."

((ooc: Lobsel Vith has come to give comfort to Vincent, give a proper burning to the body of Henry, and mainly just to comfort Vincent who's utterly distraught.))

Vincent heard the voice, but it was unfamiliar to him.

As a priest in his days in Silent Hill the gods had never seen fit to talk to him; then he certainly hadn't cared.

Here his whole world had been Xuchilbara, and the 'family' Xuchilbara had given him.

That was plainly gone now.
Vincent didn't bother to look up. If someone had come to ransack the mansion that was just fine.

The floor was cold. Perhaps in time the cold would swallow him up as well.

"Vincent isn't here. No one is here anymore..."

Lobsel Vith was getting slightly annoyed, but he knew what had to be done. Walking calmly to Vincent he looked down at the priest and...Henry. Ignoring the corpse as best as possible Lobsel Vith knelt down by the priest. Using his right hand he grabbed the priest by the collar and while standing back up, proceeded to also left Vincent up.

"Rise, for only the dogs deserve on the floor!" The yellow God bellowed, fire blazing in his eyes.

That. Took Vincent by surprise, anyway.

Fortunately, it was the right sort of tone to take with him.
Had Lobsel Vith come to him, female, willowy, tender, he'd have only gotten angry.

Vincent didn't respond well to nice. Nice in his past usually meant someone was up to something.

At least those that were forceful with him were pretty upfront in their intentions.

He let himself go limp in the god's grip, which only increased the pressure on his neck, as he was being held by his collar.

Vincent sort of went for that asphixiation thing.

"Lobsel-Vith," he choked, "why have you come for me? Can't you see? I'm waiting with Henry."

Lobsel Vith casually tossed Vincent onto the bed. Maybe not too casually though considering "his" strength in the matter. The yellow God looked at Vincent, the poor distraught priest. So sad, frail, and broken.

"Henry is dead Vincent. In Paradise. It is time for your solace and anguish to be burned away." Vith stated.

"Light and Darkness, life and death, right and left, are brothers of one another. They are inseparable. Because of this neither are the good good, nor evil evil, nor is life life, nor death death. For this reason each one will dissolve into its earliest origin. But those who are exalted above the world are indissoluble, eternal." Lobsel Vith spoke these words, for what reason?

"I have come for you Vincent."

"I thought you said you didn't want me." Vincent said glumly. "I already understand that. No one does. I thought Xuchilbara did, but now He's gone, and he hasn't come back, and now Henry's gone too." Vincent hadn't been crying, he was too numb with disbelief when he had seen Henry as he had found him.
Now he finally began to cry.

"He never...he never wanted me either," he said, indicating Henry, "but he treated me like a brother. Like a friend. I didn't exactly have very many of those before...."

The yellow God looked shamed face when Vincent had said that he didn't want him. It was all a mis-understanding. When the Yellow God had asked Rosiel how Vincent was doing "he" (or is it rather "she"?) only wanted to see if Vincent was safe.

Not barter over him, and then be insulted by some stupid angel who seemed obsessed with oranges and Freud. But that was not important now. Vincent was crying. Lobsel sat on the bed and gathered the priest in his arms.

"Not wanting you was a lie. Mankind created Gods, so would it not be befitting for the Gods to worship mankind?" Lobsel spoke.

Speaking of Henry. "The body needs to be burned with holy fire." the golden one spoke sternly.

Vincent looked miserable at that.
To burn Henry's corpse would be to finally accept that he was gone.
To burn the corpse would mean he was letting Henry be dead.

He shook his head, miserable.

"No..." he wept. "he's going to wake up soon. he is. This city brings back it's dead. they promised. someone told me when you die here you always wake up. I always woke up...He woke me. The Crimson One. He'll wake Henry too."

Even Vincent had to know how wrong that sounded, and yet, in spite of his cruelty, Xuchilbara had given Vincent hope.

It was a misplaced hope now.

Vincent started up off the bed again towards the body.

"Henry, it's time to wake up now. You have to wake up. Before..."

Before what? someone did something worse to him?

Henry was very dead.
Even if it wasn't plain by his coldness and pallor, there WAS the fact that he'd been so mercilessly disembowelled his body had fallen apart.

Then, there were the numbers painted on his head.

There was no mistaking whose handiwork this murder was....

"Henry is dead! Accept that!" Lobsel Vith bellowed.

"He is not coming back, he is in paradise! Do not deny your friend's, your brother's joy in the Paradise, Vincent!" The God yelled once again.

He then picked up Vincent and dragged his body next to the corpse, facing Vincent's face next to the neck of Townshend. "Do you smell that Vincent? The smell of death? It's sickening, rotted! It must be burned!!" Yelling yet again...

and then throwing Vincent onto the bed.

Vincent cried all the more, not at Lobsel Vith's roughness, but at the truth.

He knew. Vincent had seen enough corpses to know.

Henry's entrails had been dug out of him, and there was a smell to internal organs that was noxious, like nothing else.

That smell was all over Vincent.

He shook his head, disbelieving.

"He's in Paradise...."
well. that at least was something good.

"Will he...can I see him? Isn't he ever coming back?

Can he...hear? Does he know he's....missed?"

"Someday, you may see him. Should the will of those in charge, and the will of Xuchilbara not deny your death." Lobsel spoke sternly.

Lobsel had not visited Henry, nor could he really. Just, he knew that Henry was someplace better. Even if that wouldn't comfort the likes of Alessa or her group.

"Vincent. Deny not your brother's leave of this earth. He must be burned."

Vincent turned his head away. Finally though, he nodded.

He couldn't bear to watch.

With that Lobsel Vith lifted up the remains of Henry's body and walked out of the room with them.

"I will return." said the yellow One.

Leaving Vincent for the moment Lobsel made quick work to find a room that was flame proof for the most part. Finding one, he set the body of Henry down face up. The son of Xuchilbara's face distinguished in a form of confusion. Eyelids opened revealing the lack of a soul. Lobsel placed a hand over the eyes and closed them.

He stood back, now time for the burning. His right hand became that of a beautiful golden fire.

"By the will of the Holy Mother receive this man unto your bosom"

Kneeling down, touching the feet of Henry and those begin to burn.

"By the will of Xuchilpaba receive this man's blood into salvation."

A touch on Henry's chest and that started to be consumed in the flames.

"By the will of thy Lobsel Vith receive this man's soul unto paradise!"

Finally a touch on Henry's head, burning away the mark 21121.

"By the will of my Brothers and Sisters, allow this man into the gates of Paradise! The flames have redeemed him! I Lobsel Vith have declared it so! Amen!" He bellowed out loud.

The fire continued to consume Henry's flesh devouring it like a greedy child, until soon flesh turned to ash and the bones begin to glisten into the fire. Still hungering that fire consumed the bones until at last nothing was left.

Just ashes.

The Yellow God placed them into a box, left them on a table. Stepped out of the room and to where Vincent was.

"It is done. Thy will has been done." Lobsel spoke sternly.

Vincent had done nothing more spectacular while this was going on than lean against the wall, shivering and weeping.
He found a tissue and blew his nose.
Under the lenses of his glasses the area around his eyes was red and blotchy.

The lenses themselves were pockmarked with brine-stains, new tears being added just as the old ones dried.

He probably wouldn't be able to see through all of the marks on his glasses.

"I probably should have said something," he said shakily, "s-some last rites, or something."
He lowered his head.

"So. You took it away. Dealt with it...

Gone.
Henry's gone."

This just started him going again.

Poor disconsolate weepy Vincent.

The Golden one walked over to Vincent standing against the wall crying, and trying to clean his glasses. Vith grabbed the glasses and tossed them to floor. "They will be returned" Lobsel growled.

Then he lifted up the priest and stared into him. "Tell me you want me! Tell me you want my fire, and my joy!" Vith growled, raising the priest all the higher.

This. Freaked Vincent out to no end.
Wrong move for sure.

Pity; up to that point Lobsel Vith had been batting a pretty good average.

For one thing, whether he needed them any more or no, Vincent liked his glasses, they were one of the few possessions he had he knew were his own.

Ya just don't throw a man's specs away and expect him to be happy about it.

For another, he was still grief stricken; being yoinked in the air at this point was just disorienting and unsettling.
He clung to Vith's arms alright, but not in any attempt to hug back.

"I want you," Vincent said, "to put me down!"

Lobsel rolled his eyes, dropped the priest on the ground. Walked to retrieve his glasses, and fix them. Walked to Vincent and dropped the newly formed glasses onto Vincent.

Then he smiled at the priest.

Vincent landed ungainly on his tailbone. It hurt.

He put his glasses back on and glowered at Lobsel Vith.

"You're weird." he declared.

"I only came to give you joy. Now tell me you want me, or I leave you alone. I am inviting you to the hearth!" Lobsel growled calmly.

"Well, why didn't you just say so?" Vincent asked. He had been starting to get up, but now he remained crouching.

"I mean, a simple 'suck my cock, lowly mortal' or something would have made a LOT more sense to me."

A smirk.

"Very well Vincent. On your knees!" He growled, hoping to all hell that Vincent would receive the hint.

((We were the last of a dying breed
Souls hardened by the things we'd seen
Sinners in the hands of an angry god
We learned the hard way that love is the law))

Vincent didn't need to hear that twice, anyway. He crouched there and waited.

The yellow God rolled his eyes, but grinned coyly. "Now Vincent, please, mortal, derive your joy from my sex."

Wondering if Vincent would understand Vith then plainly said, "Or rather just suck my cock. You have hands, work them!"

Perhaps someone else would have felt degraded by this, but Vincent certainly wasn't that kind of man.

Even if he had been, he could always have closed his eyes, pretended it was Xuchilbara, pretended it was Henry.

He licked his lips to slick them, and wrapped his hand around the base of the god's cockGave it a few good pumps to make sure it was aroused for him, and then swirled his tongue around the head of it.

This wasn't all that different from how things had gone for him in seminary school. The Silent Hill religion could be a little weird at times.

He closed his mouth over his prize and started sucking it in earnest.

A fitting moment this was. The priest of the New Order, his mouth wrapped around the Golden One's sex sucking it greedily like a newborn baby to his mother's breasts. His eyes fixated on the priest, grabbed the back of his head and placed more of himself into Vincent.

"Ahhh. Yeah that's it!" Vith groaned.

Vincent coughed, gagged ever so slightly, but he managed to adapt, bringing his other hand up to help.

He stopped teasing with his tongue and just increased and decreased the pressure of his lips.

There's pretty much a point wherein tonguing becomes pointless, and it's all about the sucking.
Fundamentally if you're going to get skullfucked you just get a comfortable rhythm going and hang on for the ride.

Observing the priest sucking on him, and noting the fire burning inside of him. Been a long time since he had the opportunity to derive this sort of pleasure, his female form such a slut, and such a whore.

But for tonight, not anymore. He smiled coyly as the priest continued to suck him. Closing his eyes, allowing all to wash away but the sensations.

((My other part a greedy slut
Parted legs like an idol whore
take them in all in strut
For tonight, no more.))

Vincent stopped after awhile, still holding on, but panting for air a bit, licking his lips to stop them from chafing. "You want me to finish this?" he asked, "are you going to fuck me or what?"

He seemed a little annoyed.
Man, some people took forever!

"Greedy man." Lobsel said.

He then took a hold of Vincent lifting him up against the wall; the priests back against the Yellow God. His cock pressed against the priest's back. "Your pants! Rid them now!" Lobsel growled.

((I am the Yellow Thing
Your chosen one adorned
The savior your golden King
No more this life that scorned.))

He could have said something snarky about the god's impatience, but this wasn't Xuchilbara, after all. They didn't have that kind of rapport.

With Xuchilbara he knew he could say something snarky and pain would be summarily dealt; pain that was delicious and arousing and in no way actually unpleasant to him.

You had to be careful with strangers...
he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, undid the zipper and let them slide to the floor, pooled around his ankles. He pressed his hands against the wall, wondering how the Yellow One wanted to go about this...

This would be tricky. No, just another oppurtunity. The God of Fire dropped Vincent to the floor. Kneeling down, rolling the priest onto his stomach he pressed his body onto him. Vincent's saliva had more than made a good lubricant, no need to add more.

Besides sloppy sex was just a slippery path of boringness. He placed himself at the entrance of Vincent's only other opening slowly making his way inside the priest. The tip of the head in first allowing Vincent to expand for the God.

Then a simple quick brutal thrust.

((Tonight that golden whore
the selfish idol bride
No more! no more! no More!
I am your Yellow King
A servant of to everything.))

Vincent hissed, impatiently as he took his time to move within, and then grunted at the first thrust.
He bucked his hips a few times, as if trying to get the god used to how it was to be in him. Pressed himself back so that the tip of the member in him was against his sweet spot. There. Right there, pressing against his prostate. "Come on," he groaned, "do it."

He growled noting the area that he was pressed against and inspired by what the priest wanted he set up a rhythm, thrusting himself hard in and out of the priest. Settle into the rhythm, and a grab of the priest's cock roughly stroking it in his hands. The other hand, hot, almost fire trailing along the back of the priest. Heat radiating from the tips of his fingers.

Pain was wanted, oh pain the bastard priest would receive.

"I am orgasm, your servant. Just say when." Lobsel growled.

((I am orgasm your eternal servant
I am the Yellow King
A greedy brat
I am the golden bride
A selfish whore.))

Pain was what he wanted, and it just wasn't happening enough for him.
He arced his back towards, not away from the fire.

Xuchilbara's touch had always been hot. Vincent was rocked like a boat on the sea, thrusting his cock into the other's hands, pushing his butt back against the thrusting inside himself.

Xuchilbara would have wounded him by now.
No, moreso, Xuchilbara would have killed him; a self professed vengeance demon the creature that had revealed itself to Vincent as Xuchilbara delighted in bleeding the priest as he took him. Oft as not he would kill Vincent and draw him forcibly back to life all in the same act; his hand of healing hurting almost as bad as the wounds themselves.

Vincent moaned like a bitch in heat, and wondered idly if Xuchilbara had ever in the threesomes he had had that he, Vincent had always and ever been shut out of, if Xuchilbara had ever fucked Henry in this manner....surely not, if Henry had always been so adverse to a night in bed with him.

Vincent was thinking of Henry again, and whereas it did not stop his rutting for a moment, he was sad again, and he felt another rumbling through him, the thunder and woe of love's aching. Pretend it's him, he told himself, for surely Henry would not have been able to match Xuchilbara's roughness.
It would have been like this, something desperate, something tender. pretend just once they let you in, pretend it's him, and he's taken you, he's let you please him, found you pleasing, taken you, and really really wanted you.
Pretend it's Henry.

Then say goodbye.

The dam burst, both tears and jism together, and Vincent roared, shaking, unable to stay in the position he was in, leaning heavily to one side.

That sticky liquid coated onto his hands, and the Yellow one licked it, but he wasn't done. Not by a long shot. He continued to rock against Vincent, his sex gaining heat, heat until the point that it was like a hot iron inside the priest.

He leaned more so over, twisted the head of the priest and kissed deep inside his mouth, allowing his furnace to consume inside of Vincent.

Fire, passionate hot fire, and the yellow God roared and released himself into Vincent, that burning semen. Finally soon letting go of Vincent and standing up over the priest. Trembling a crying.

"I am sorry I can't give you the pain you desire, nor that healing death." The Golden one said.

"But do know now that even with your links to Xuchilbara, you are now one of the Chosen. Invited to my hearth."

Vincent stayed where he was lying for a few, panting, winded, but calmer.

He was still sad, woefully, woefully sad. But he seemed to have accepted what had happened, anyway.

He was past the denial. He knew Henry was gone.

"Thanks." he said to Lobsel-Vith. "I'm sorry I doubted you." he chuckled, still teary eyed.
"I...do that a lot. I must have driven the others crazy with my fluctuating skepticism.

But that's over now too, isn't it? Well...

I better go. Get myself cleaned up. Thanks." he said again. It was clear though that although the mansion was still cold and unlit, he wanted to stay there.

It was, as he'd said, his home.
It was all he had left of Henry and Xuchilbara both, now.

"Keep a fire lit at least. This mansion is too cold and empty. Personally I'd rather you not stay here, but the choice shan't be mine."

Pulling up his pants and buttoning them up the yellow God walked to the door opening it. Set to leave. He smiled at Vincent, fire in his eyes.

"Welcome to the fold my chosen son."

Then "he" lift the mansion of Xuchilbara.

Vincent got up shortly after. Lit a few of the lamps so the place would be less gloomy.
He took a book off one of the bookshelves, and went into the room where Lobsel Vith had cremated the corpse.

He stretched out upon the floor.
There was a slight burnmark, a spot where the bricks were still warm.
He spread his palm out and rested it upon the spot.

The ash adhered to his hand, tinging it grey.
Vincent slowly smeared the ash upon himself, and laid down in the warm spot, where he kept vigil for the rest of the night.

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