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Ritual Log ( 1 of 2 )
When; Saturday Night ( April 7th )
Rating; PG-13?
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revelations9x6 Xulchilbara, alessalearnt Alessa, wisdom_rcvr Henry.
( If they want to add something, than these are also welcome to post:
blue_rush Lilly Rush, warrior_selene Selene, red_eye_medic Yakushi Kabuto , monsterepellant Doumeki Shizuka, henkonasuisho Zaheela, favored_son D, banditfox Kurama, likelycrash Wash, yami_no_ouji Akito Tenkawa, no_whore Inara Serra, opfern Alfons Heiderich, rubyred_sight Kantarou Ichinomiya, arthurhellsing Arthur Hellsing
Summary; The twelve kidnapped are used in a ritual to bring Henry Townshend back from the dead.
(Part 1 of 2 )
Log;
After so long of planning, of searching for the correct souls, of gambling everything....it was finally ready.
The bonfire in the center of the circle crackled as a piece of wood was split by the flames, then climbed higher to throw soft edged shadows across the natural stone dias... ....Flames mirrored by the burning eyes of the dark figure beyond both.
As the wind ruffled his hair, slightly, Xulchilbara looked once at Alessa, where she stood within the circle, offerred his cruel edged smile, and nodded once.
It was time.
The first circle was drawn on the stone in blood....but more correctly was two circles; an inner and outer track with roughly four feet of space between each.
Within that that space were twelve large squares, evenly spaced, and depicted each a different symbol that owed something of it's design to arabic, and something to asian calligraphy.
....On each square, however, rested the form of one of the many Judged. All were injured, some only physically, some only mentally, and others quite extensivley both ways.
The first two circles still somehow looked fresh, although there were no smears in the writing despite the varying limbs and bodies that lay across them.
At the four cardinal directions, more of the Judged completed the living sigils of the circle.
.
Standing where he was at the North end of the configuration, Xulchilbara leaned down, and drew two fingers lightly over the sigil beneath Wash, then began to speak.
"Ymanel yca yohuac...."
Though night had fallen"
His fingers came away with a dollop of blood, which he wiped into the ebony chalice in his left hand.
"Nomatca nehuatl..."
I myself
"Nimatl"
I am the hand
Continuing on, his bare feet whispering across the stone, Xulchilbara walked the perimeter of the circle, and stoped again next to Zaheela, leaned down, and repeated the gathering of blood that pooled beneath her barbwire-bound body.
"Ca nehuatl niyoatl"
For i am indeed the adversary
"Nimoquequeloatzin"
I am the mocker
Again added to the chalice, and again he moved on until pausing next to Kantarou. Tenderly, he drew those fingers across the young man's cheek where the empty eye socket had bled. This too was added to the chalice.
"Ye axca yez"
Now it will be
"Notlacaxillohua"
My human counterparts
At the final corner, a measure of Kurama's blood was added.
Already the energy in the air was rising. Nothing definable, but a sense of something gathering, like a wave just offshore.
Without damaging the scribed circle's perimeter, Xulchilbara stepped over the line, and first gathered from Alphons, the Withered Lover, before continuing.
"Tia xihualhuian yaoyoque"
Please come forth warriors
"In ihuan tlahuitequi"
Who thrash together
Next came the bound woman; the vampire Selene. Her blood was added to the others.
"Ca onicualhuicac"
For I have brought forth
"In nitlamacazqui"
For I am the priest
It was easier to gather from the dismembered torso of Vincent, though the blood was quagulated and added a foul scent to the cup.
"In ixquichca nemi"
Who everywhere dwells
"In yolli"
Live
Doumeki, the First Born Son did not notice, being unconscious, the offerring he added.
"Inic nauhca niquintzatzilia"
From the four directions I summon them
Xulchilbara came to his own Juggernaut next. The Red Pyramid, who had served well to bring the other fifteen, and with the help of the creatures that stood just at the edge of the fire light, brought the Judged to the altar. From his most faithful servant, Xulchilbara gathered a bit of the viscous rusty substance of the Executioner with a hint of a smile.
"Ninoyoalitoatzin"
I am the one called night
"Inic nehuatl inic chicnauhtopa
For i am from the nine beyonds
Young Joshua. The Jackal; worst of all those Judged...
That smile turned cruel and hard as the God swiped two fingers across Joshua's neck to gather his blood. Quickly, Xulchilbara wiped them on the cup as though he had touched something foul.
"Iniquac"
At this time
The Hammer, Lilly, had her sigil's namesake tied to her.
"In quahuili in occelome"
The eagles and jaguars
The Great Child would have been better called 'The Impaled Child'. D still retained his own sword thrust through his chest, severing his spinal chord, thus keeping him....'cooperative'. There was enough blood to fill the cup from him, but Xulchilbara took no more here than he had from each before moving on.
"In chicnauhmictlan"
To the nine lands of the dead
"Tlalli innepantla"
To the center of the earth
The Dire Father was, in fact, D's grandfather, and was in little better shape than his grandson. Arthur's hands ran steady streams of blood onto the sigil below him. His too was added.
"Inic ye niquincuepaz"
For I shall soon transform them
"Y nehuatl y niyohuallahuantzin"
I who am the night drinker
The Pilgrim, Kabuto, still bound hand and ankle by barb wire next, and as his blood was added to the cup, that same sense of gathering power increased.
The circle was nearly complete.
"Auh ye huitz yn tlahueliloc"
But now comes the hated one
"Yollopoliuhqui"
The madman
The Angry Princess, Inara, was indeed rather upset about her predicament, and the God took a moment to draw his thumb across her split lip slowly. An admiring gaze in those wrong eyes, as he looked her over from her dark eyes, to her feminine curves.
"Y nauhcampa ticamachalotoc"
You who open your mouth to the four directions
The Torn Prince, Akito was the last, and as Xulchilbara took the libation of blood from him, the circle closed with a percievable rise in that hum of power that was more heard with the mind than the ears.
The creatures beyond the circle whispered and gibbered to themselves in toungueless voices as thier master turned away from the circle, and came toward Alessa, who stood before the fire.
As the god advanced, the fire rose further to a dull roar; far too large for the amount of wood that fed it.....of course, now, it was far more than wood alone that raised the flames to a fever pitch.
His eyes burning as bright as the flames before him, he never looked away from Alessa's cool blues, while stirring the contents of the black chalice,
Removing them, he first scribed a cmall circle on his own forehead, then over the pale skin on his bared chest.
"Mictlanmati"
Who knows the land of the dead
He reached out, then, and repeated the design on Alessa's brow, and over her heart.
At the touch of his fingers, her mark flared to life, and burned beneath her skin, forever marking her as his.
A reasurring smile, and he handed her the cup. She held it in one hand, then took the loose robe he shrugged out of.
He held her eyes while she handed back the cup, then turning toward the flames, he continued.
"Topanmati"
Who knows the beyond
He raised the cup to his mouth.....
"Chama yequene onihualla"
Rejoice that i have finally come
...And drank down it's contents.
The circle was charged, and as he took the first step toward the flames, the circle and sigils each started to glow crimson, drawing through the chains of blood, and blood guilt that which the Red God had truly gathered from each of the Judged.
In blood and darkness we are born.
In blood and darkness we die.
....It was now through blood and darkness that a part of the souls of those gathered were drawn through the binding sigils to Xlchilbara himself. As he had consumbed each of thier fluids, he now consumed thier very essences.
"NInAhUaLtEuCtLi"
I the lord of enchantments
His human voice fell away as he took a second step toward the massive fire. As if in response the fire changed shade to white in the center, and an almost ultraviolet glow along the edges. It burned hotter, and still higher......and from within, the rough image of a gateway danced and flickered within.
"NiChUaLhUicA tlAmAcAZqUi"
I bring forth the priest
The last soul; Love's Sacfice, stepped into the fire.
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The forest was dark; not even the stars were shining tonight. It was also silent, save for the steady breathing of Xulchibara and Pyramid Head, the weak whimpers of those taken, the crackling of the bonfire, and the occasional growl from one of the pets. The air and grass felt cool, and Alessa felt a certain kind of giddy anticipation as she watched Xulchibara begin to walk around the circle.
She was going to get Henry back. She was going to get her Henry back! A surge of overpowering love for her god filled her, and her eyes were full of nothing but adamant adoration as he began to speak the words of the ritual
Henry... Alessa kept herself from sighing. She had missed him so much. The feelings she felt for him weren't just love, there was something else...for some reason, Xulchibara and Henry were a part of her; they completed what was missing, and no one else could. She came out of her reverie, however, listening intently to Xulchibara's words.
The thought of failing never occured to her, and whatever guilt she had felt about kidnapping any potential "innocents" was gone completely. The Red One had given her his word, and she trusted him. Besides, she would have killed even the most innocent child to get her Henry back. That was just how it was.
Xulchibara's words were loud and clear as he stepped back into the center of the circle, and began to anoint her with the blood he had gathered from the guilty. Alessa took a deep breath, ready for her part of the ritual, her voice calm and unwavering:
"Moopochcopa"
[at your left ]
"Yayuic coacihuiztli"
[the dark pain ]
"Yn teochamecantlahual"
[by the creations of the divine dwellers]
"Tla xihualmohuica"
[please bring yourself forth]
"Yz ceteotlaloe"
[here is the master of all deserts]
"Yz cecomolihuie"
[here is the master of all pitted places ]
"Ypan nonyaz"
[that i shall go]
"Ypan ninemiz"
[that i shall wander ]
"Y nacayollo"
[the hearts of flesh ]
"Nican elpachi"
[here has been sated ]
"Anquipopolozque"
[you will utterly destroy him ]
"Ca nican nicyolitiz"
[for here i shall give life ]
"Oncan tipoctiz"
[there you will give off smoke ]
"Oncan yoliz"
[there will come to life ]
"Oncan tlacatiz"
[there will be born ]
"Nicenteotl"
[i am the mother of god ]
"Onihualla niquintemoz"
[i have come to seek ]
"Y mitic tlaliloc"
[what was hidden in you ]
Ye nimitzonhuicaz"
[soon i shall carry you from here ]
"Tiquintetemozque"
[we shall seek ]
"Teteotlamacazque"
[the divine together]
As Alessa spoke, her blue eyes were intent on the Red One as he removed his robe, leaving nothing but an ankle-length skirt resembling that of the ancient Egyptians, the Seal of Metatron displayed proudly upon it. Her eyes met the Red God's , and a silent understanding passed between them.
The fire changed, and the feeling of immense power flowed from each of the victims through the circle, and while possibly not visible to the others, Alessa could sense that power flowing into her God.
They had both called on old Majicks tonight. It would not so to fear the reply.
Unflinching at the strange changes to the flames, she felt a sense of hope when the gateway started to appear....
Hope, and utter love for the Red One as he walked unflinching into that inferno.
And now, both Alessa waited with baited breath, ignoring the excited sounds of the monsters looking on.
((OOC: This is a short log, the second is the PH death one. All the kidnapped are welcome to post here if they want to, but it is not necessary.
Once Henry posts, then Xul, then Alessa, the necessary parts of this one are set.
The second log will be up today as well.
I am very sorry for the delay.))
Rating; PG-13?
Characters;
revelations9x6 Xulchilbara, alessalearnt Alessa, wisdom_rcvr Henry.( If they want to add something, than these are also welcome to post:
blue_rush Lilly Rush, warrior_selene Selene, red_eye_medic Yakushi Kabuto , monsterepellant Doumeki Shizuka, henkonasuisho Zaheela, favored_son D, banditfox Kurama, likelycrash Wash, yami_no_ouji Akito Tenkawa, no_whore Inara Serra, opfern Alfons Heiderich, rubyred_sight Kantarou Ichinomiya, arthurhellsing Arthur HellsingSummary; The twelve kidnapped are used in a ritual to bring Henry Townshend back from the dead.
(Part 1 of 2 )
Log;
After so long of planning, of searching for the correct souls, of gambling everything....it was finally ready.
The bonfire in the center of the circle crackled as a piece of wood was split by the flames, then climbed higher to throw soft edged shadows across the natural stone dias... ....Flames mirrored by the burning eyes of the dark figure beyond both.
As the wind ruffled his hair, slightly, Xulchilbara looked once at Alessa, where she stood within the circle, offerred his cruel edged smile, and nodded once.
It was time.
The first circle was drawn on the stone in blood....but more correctly was two circles; an inner and outer track with roughly four feet of space between each.
Within that that space were twelve large squares, evenly spaced, and depicted each a different symbol that owed something of it's design to arabic, and something to asian calligraphy.
....On each square, however, rested the form of one of the many Judged. All were injured, some only physically, some only mentally, and others quite extensivley both ways.
The first two circles still somehow looked fresh, although there were no smears in the writing despite the varying limbs and bodies that lay across them.
At the four cardinal directions, more of the Judged completed the living sigils of the circle.
.
Standing where he was at the North end of the configuration, Xulchilbara leaned down, and drew two fingers lightly over the sigil beneath Wash, then began to speak.
"Ymanel yca yohuac...."
Though night had fallen"
His fingers came away with a dollop of blood, which he wiped into the ebony chalice in his left hand.
"Nomatca nehuatl..."
I myself
"Nimatl"
I am the hand
Continuing on, his bare feet whispering across the stone, Xulchilbara walked the perimeter of the circle, and stoped again next to Zaheela, leaned down, and repeated the gathering of blood that pooled beneath her barbwire-bound body.
"Ca nehuatl niyoatl"
For i am indeed the adversary
"Nimoquequeloatzin"
I am the mocker
Again added to the chalice, and again he moved on until pausing next to Kantarou. Tenderly, he drew those fingers across the young man's cheek where the empty eye socket had bled. This too was added to the chalice.
"Ye axca yez"
Now it will be
"Notlacaxillohua"
My human counterparts
At the final corner, a measure of Kurama's blood was added.
Already the energy in the air was rising. Nothing definable, but a sense of something gathering, like a wave just offshore.
Without damaging the scribed circle's perimeter, Xulchilbara stepped over the line, and first gathered from Alphons, the Withered Lover, before continuing.
"Tia xihualhuian yaoyoque"
Please come forth warriors
"In ihuan tlahuitequi"
Who thrash together
Next came the bound woman; the vampire Selene. Her blood was added to the others.
"Ca onicualhuicac"
For I have brought forth
"In nitlamacazqui"
For I am the priest
It was easier to gather from the dismembered torso of Vincent, though the blood was quagulated and added a foul scent to the cup.
"In ixquichca nemi"
Who everywhere dwells
"In yolli"
Live
Doumeki, the First Born Son did not notice, being unconscious, the offerring he added.
"Inic nauhca niquintzatzilia"
From the four directions I summon them
Xulchilbara came to his own Juggernaut next. The Red Pyramid, who had served well to bring the other fifteen, and with the help of the creatures that stood just at the edge of the fire light, brought the Judged to the altar. From his most faithful servant, Xulchilbara gathered a bit of the viscous rusty substance of the Executioner with a hint of a smile.
"Ninoyoalitoatzin"
I am the one called night
"Inic nehuatl inic chicnauhtopa
For i am from the nine beyonds
Young Joshua. The Jackal; worst of all those Judged...
That smile turned cruel and hard as the God swiped two fingers across Joshua's neck to gather his blood. Quickly, Xulchilbara wiped them on the cup as though he had touched something foul.
"Iniquac"
At this time
The Hammer, Lilly, had her sigil's namesake tied to her.
"In quahuili in occelome"
The eagles and jaguars
The Great Child would have been better called 'The Impaled Child'. D still retained his own sword thrust through his chest, severing his spinal chord, thus keeping him....'cooperative'. There was enough blood to fill the cup from him, but Xulchilbara took no more here than he had from each before moving on.
"In chicnauhmictlan"
To the nine lands of the dead
"Tlalli innepantla"
To the center of the earth
The Dire Father was, in fact, D's grandfather, and was in little better shape than his grandson. Arthur's hands ran steady streams of blood onto the sigil below him. His too was added.
"Inic ye niquincuepaz"
For I shall soon transform them
"Y nehuatl y niyohuallahuantzin"
I who am the night drinker
The Pilgrim, Kabuto, still bound hand and ankle by barb wire next, and as his blood was added to the cup, that same sense of gathering power increased.
The circle was nearly complete.
"Auh ye huitz yn tlahueliloc"
But now comes the hated one
"Yollopoliuhqui"
The madman
The Angry Princess, Inara, was indeed rather upset about her predicament, and the God took a moment to draw his thumb across her split lip slowly. An admiring gaze in those wrong eyes, as he looked her over from her dark eyes, to her feminine curves.
"Y nauhcampa ticamachalotoc"
You who open your mouth to the four directions
The Torn Prince, Akito was the last, and as Xulchilbara took the libation of blood from him, the circle closed with a percievable rise in that hum of power that was more heard with the mind than the ears.
The creatures beyond the circle whispered and gibbered to themselves in toungueless voices as thier master turned away from the circle, and came toward Alessa, who stood before the fire.
As the god advanced, the fire rose further to a dull roar; far too large for the amount of wood that fed it.....of course, now, it was far more than wood alone that raised the flames to a fever pitch.
His eyes burning as bright as the flames before him, he never looked away from Alessa's cool blues, while stirring the contents of the black chalice,
Removing them, he first scribed a cmall circle on his own forehead, then over the pale skin on his bared chest.
"Mictlanmati"
Who knows the land of the dead
He reached out, then, and repeated the design on Alessa's brow, and over her heart.
At the touch of his fingers, her mark flared to life, and burned beneath her skin, forever marking her as his.
A reasurring smile, and he handed her the cup. She held it in one hand, then took the loose robe he shrugged out of.
He held her eyes while she handed back the cup, then turning toward the flames, he continued.
"Topanmati"
Who knows the beyond
He raised the cup to his mouth.....
"Chama yequene onihualla"
Rejoice that i have finally come
...And drank down it's contents.
The circle was charged, and as he took the first step toward the flames, the circle and sigils each started to glow crimson, drawing through the chains of blood, and blood guilt that which the Red God had truly gathered from each of the Judged.
In blood and darkness we are born.
In blood and darkness we die.
....It was now through blood and darkness that a part of the souls of those gathered were drawn through the binding sigils to Xlchilbara himself. As he had consumbed each of thier fluids, he now consumed thier very essences.
"NInAhUaLtEuCtLi"
I the lord of enchantments
His human voice fell away as he took a second step toward the massive fire. As if in response the fire changed shade to white in the center, and an almost ultraviolet glow along the edges. It burned hotter, and still higher......and from within, the rough image of a gateway danced and flickered within.
"NiChUaLhUicA tlAmAcAZqUi"
I bring forth the priest
The last soul; Love's Sacfice, stepped into the fire.
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The forest was dark; not even the stars were shining tonight. It was also silent, save for the steady breathing of Xulchibara and Pyramid Head, the weak whimpers of those taken, the crackling of the bonfire, and the occasional growl from one of the pets. The air and grass felt cool, and Alessa felt a certain kind of giddy anticipation as she watched Xulchibara begin to walk around the circle.
She was going to get Henry back. She was going to get her Henry back! A surge of overpowering love for her god filled her, and her eyes were full of nothing but adamant adoration as he began to speak the words of the ritual
Henry... Alessa kept herself from sighing. She had missed him so much. The feelings she felt for him weren't just love, there was something else...for some reason, Xulchibara and Henry were a part of her; they completed what was missing, and no one else could. She came out of her reverie, however, listening intently to Xulchibara's words.
The thought of failing never occured to her, and whatever guilt she had felt about kidnapping any potential "innocents" was gone completely. The Red One had given her his word, and she trusted him. Besides, she would have killed even the most innocent child to get her Henry back. That was just how it was.
Xulchibara's words were loud and clear as he stepped back into the center of the circle, and began to anoint her with the blood he had gathered from the guilty. Alessa took a deep breath, ready for her part of the ritual, her voice calm and unwavering:
"Moopochcopa"
[at your left ]
"Yayuic coacihuiztli"
[the dark pain ]
"Yn teochamecantlahual"
[by the creations of the divine dwellers]
"Tla xihualmohuica"
[please bring yourself forth]
"Yz ceteotlaloe"
[here is the master of all deserts]
"Yz cecomolihuie"
[here is the master of all pitted places ]
"Ypan nonyaz"
[that i shall go]
"Ypan ninemiz"
[that i shall wander ]
"Y nacayollo"
[the hearts of flesh ]
"Nican elpachi"
[here has been sated ]
"Anquipopolozque"
[you will utterly destroy him ]
"Ca nican nicyolitiz"
[for here i shall give life ]
"Oncan tipoctiz"
[there you will give off smoke ]
"Oncan yoliz"
[there will come to life ]
"Oncan tlacatiz"
[there will be born ]
"Nicenteotl"
[i am the mother of god ]
"Onihualla niquintemoz"
[i have come to seek ]
"Y mitic tlaliloc"
[what was hidden in you ]
Ye nimitzonhuicaz"
[soon i shall carry you from here ]
"Tiquintetemozque"
[we shall seek ]
"Teteotlamacazque"
[the divine together]
As Alessa spoke, her blue eyes were intent on the Red One as he removed his robe, leaving nothing but an ankle-length skirt resembling that of the ancient Egyptians, the Seal of Metatron displayed proudly upon it. Her eyes met the Red God's , and a silent understanding passed between them.
The fire changed, and the feeling of immense power flowed from each of the victims through the circle, and while possibly not visible to the others, Alessa could sense that power flowing into her God.
They had both called on old Majicks tonight. It would not so to fear the reply.
Unflinching at the strange changes to the flames, she felt a sense of hope when the gateway started to appear....
Hope, and utter love for the Red One as he walked unflinching into that inferno.
And now, both Alessa waited with baited breath, ignoring the excited sounds of the monsters looking on.
((OOC: This is a short log, the second is the PH death one. All the kidnapped are welcome to post here if they want to, but it is not necessary.
Once Henry posts, then Xul, then Alessa, the necessary parts of this one are set.
The second log will be up today as well.
I am very sorry for the delay.))
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The others were placed nearby; Some on the inner platform others, Others on the outer platform itself. She frowned, it was all too confusing. They made a cross shape, the four of them, and then it clicked. A compass. Well that made some sense. West, where the sun set, the direction of the king of beasts and grief, the representation of metal and in her world, Holy magic, Byakko, the white tiger; a ironic pun on her appearance? Her tail tip weakly twitched against her will, sending short spasms of pain down her still mending spine. Eyes caught onto Kabuto's for a moment as she gazed around the circle. The others here needed medical attention, fast, and she hated the fact she couldn't help.
Soft footsteps alerted her to the approach of someone, and her ears flattened as fingers came to gather her blood. Glaring with anger, she growled softly at the Red god, but didn't move when he gathered her blood to place into the cup before moving on. They were chanting something she couldn't understand, but we still watched. One by one, he gathered the blood of his captives, and when he completed, she could feel something in her stir. It was a sickening, wrenching feeling so deep within her, she never knew it had existed before.
The red god drank the blood. A pause, and the fire flared, and that wrenching feeling blossomed into the most acute, agonizing pain she had ever known. She curled up, eyes unfocused as she fought the need to scream. Seconds passed, and with each second, doubled the pain. Something was tearing, ripping, being dragged out of her body. Not her heart, not her bones or blood, but her mana; the very essence of her being and existence. It felt like thousands of daggers, laced with the poison of the hydra, burning through her body, with more blades being shoved in. It soon became too much as she let a high pitched scream rip from her abused throat. She thrashed, aggravating the puncture wounds from the wire, more blood gathering below her, but the pain was too much for her to notice the aggravation.
Her scream died down as she found herself no longer able to breathe from the pain, and she could see something flicker as it was torn from her. The screams and cries from the others didn't bother her as it normally should. Similar wisps and shapes were drawn from them, unseeable yet clearly there, shining, and they were drawn into the god. Panting, she closed her eyes, trying not to pass out. Advanced blood loss, lost energy, if she fell asleep, she was unsure if she would wake. Legs shifted to move, but it was too late. For whatever reason they were there, it had been finished.
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He dimly awoke again, his drug-fogged mind not really registering where he was or what was happening. It was only seconds later that his eyes flew wide in surprise and pain as it felt like something was being torn from his body. It was if a limb was slowly being torn out of him, and he could feel the fibers snapping one by one. He writhed, gasping harshly, opening his mouth to scream. However, nothing but a distressed whimper of pain made it past his lips as his eyes squeezed shut, trying to resist. Sure, it wasn't like he hadn't had his soul stolen before, but that time it was for an innocent reason, and he hadn't really know what had happened until afterward anyway. But the pull of the magic was too great, and the fibers continued to pull until they snapped, and what was once part of his soul rushed out of his body, carried by a tortured scream that came from Doumeki's own throat.
He collapsed, panting in pain, onto the cold ground. Something dire was missing, and he could feel it in every fibre of his body, especially his---
Doumeki's eyes flew wide for an instant with realization, and the fingers of his bound hands twitched before curling into fists, a look of horror and denile forming on his face. "No." He trembled, limbs shaking with denile. "No." The word was repeated, though it would do no good. His drugged mind dragged him back down into unconsciousness, even as he faught against it. Finally, with one last whimper he gave in, letting darkness consume him as his mind shut off, eyes closing.
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And then, suddenly, the promise broke into a thousand shimmering pieces. Light and sound filtered in behind it, increasing until he couldn't tell one from the other. And with that came pain, and heat, and the feeling of his hands cramping from being held at such an awkward angle close to his chest.
Henry realized he had eyes as he opened them. But doing so only brought forth another wave of overstimulation, and he closed them shut tight, a small grunt of pain escaping from his throat. In that second, he thought he saw something he recognized. But just as quickly as that realization hit, it was whisked away. He couldn't hold onto it.
He was being carried. He could feel arms around him, and he didn't know who or why, but he was being carried. He leans his head on the solid mass to his right and wills himself to go back to sleep. But it's too late for that- he's here now.
He feels cloth being put around his shoulders as his eyes blink warily open again. That was good. As hot as he had been, now he was cold. He doesn't see the others around the circle at first; he can barely make out the shapes of the two in the circle. But the image is burned in his mind. Later. Later he'll have questions. For now, he's too confused to even formulate any.
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No youkai with a modicum of intelligence could have mistaken the circles for what they were, and Kurama tensed as he was forced to his knees at the eastern compass point. The metallic odor of blood was overwhelming, even in his human form. He gritted his teeth and glared at Xulchibara when the so-called god came for his. A hint of gold flickered in his eyes as the youko struggled to come forward, but failed.
When the pull came, it was not unexpected, but it was still painful. Kurama bit back a cry as the magic tore at his soul. He collapsed (During? After? He couldn't be certain.), gasping, and then he knew nothing.
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He was insensate when the sacrifices were taken to the site of the ritual, unaware of being dragged without consideration for his injuries, unaware that there were others bleeding and in danger. By the time he came around, the ritual was well under way. D only had time to realize that the man nearby was his grandfather before the ritual clawed at his soul and left him somewhere just beyond true consciousness.
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It was not until he felt the Red God step in front of him to take his blood that he dared to open his eyes. Though his vision was blurry, he could make out the figure of his grandson next to him. He tried to call out to D but had no strength and his voice seemed to fail him. I'm failing them all over again...
It was not long after that he felt the pull of the ritual...tugging at his soul. He grimace from the pain, while a grunt escaped his throat. Then all fell black.
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She had been pulled to her respective part of the circle. Before this they had bound a sledge hammer to her right arm. Bound the hammer to her with thick chains. She wondered if this was some sort of cruel mockery. She knew of her guilt and what she had done. She had allowed an innocent man to die on death row. Worst of all when she was pregnant. When she was told by her doctor not to over exert herself. She did it anyway. She miscarried.
Did it matter though? She was dragged to her place. Solemnly and weak she waited. Soon he came. The so called Red God; Xuchilbara. Taking from her some blood. She said nothing. She was too weak.
Lilly Rush. A woman who always had a biting answer to everything could say nothing. She could only watch the ritual. She could only watch as Xuchilbara drank from the cup of blood. She could only feel a part of her life force away.
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When she awoke it was within the ritual circle, her glowing blue eyes looked over her surroundings. Looking at all of the others she had heard while she had been kept in that cage. A couple of them looked like mere children...
"What?" escaped her lips before she felt the pull at her soul. She cried out instinctively closing her eyes in an attempt to fight off whatever invisible force that was tearing at her. Things began growing dim until everything melted away into darkness.
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The God's mark on Henry had allowed him to track Henry's place in a plane of being where things like distance had no meaning.
Still and all, it was difficult, and for what felt like thousands of years, and massive amounts of energy, the Red God discovered the beating connection to Henry's life.
The fire had retained it's strangeness, but after a relatively small amount of time passing in the world left behind, flared out once in a towering burst of heat and light.
.....But after the brightness faded, the fire had disappeared, leaving behind smoldering wood...
....And two figures; one on it's knees, cradled the other like a child.
A moment of quiet after the screams of the last half hour, and Xulchilbara stayed still, relearning how this cumbersome thing called a body worked.
Smoke rolled off his own, and Henry's skin, yet neither were burned.
Slowly, carefully, The God rose to his feet, and brought Henry's prone form from the ashes behind him, and with Alessa's help, wrapped the unconscious man in Xulchilbara's own discarded robe.
.....The Serpent was finally home....
((OOC: Continued in Part 2 ))
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Her mind, now hazy with the drugs she'd been dosed, still raged, but at such a slow burn that it was something so negligible. When they'd moved her to her part in the circle, she'd bared her teeth and tried to kick at them like she had each time one of them tried to touch her, but nothing worked.
The stone under her was chill against her skin, but it was the furthest thing from her mind as she heard the odd words being spoken. With a grimace, she lifted her head and watched as the one behind such misery made his way among the captives, taking time to touch each one.
For a moment, she didn't understand what he was doing, but when he approached her, she could see the blood still smearing his hand and it made her want to draw back; or even lash out at him.
Touching a Companion against her will was something punishable, and he dared to slide a thumb across her bloody, swollen lip. She met his eyes with her own, full of their own fire, but his burned so much brighter that she had to glance away.
He stepped away and she didn't bother to look after him. Instead, she was content to lay her head back down on the chilled stone, thinking it over. Soon enough, Mal and the others would come for her and Wash and they'd be home, and safe, and she truly wanted nothing more than a long bath and some warm bedcovers... and perhaps even a look of relief from someone she wouldn't dare wish it from.
Her eyes sank closed only to snap back open when she felt something pulling away from her. Not flesh or blood, even, but deeper. Spirit The sensation was a physical one, and it tore a ragged gasp from her lips. The sound didn't remain so subtle, though. Another yank at her soul brought a scream to her lips, the motion tearing the split even wider.
She screamed forever, and a moment, but it died as her energy waned.
Breath shallow and stilted, she squeezed her eyes closed and told herself she would not cry, but be patient. Her crew, her family would come and save them, and all she had to do was hold on.