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When; Early Sunday morning
Rating; PG-13...nothing too explicit.
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redhorror Pyramid Head (if he wants)
Summary; Lily/Lucy/Nyuu and Alessa bond over snow angels. P-head may or may not show up to color the snow.
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Night. Sweet, sweet night. Alessa felt at peace for once, standing on the steps of the cathedral The snow fell slowly and silently in rivulets, and she took it in. Silence....snow covering everything like the ash back home. Home...what a funny word, she thought. Silent Hill wasn't home so much as it was Alessa. She wondered how it was faring without her to nurture it.

She sat on a stone step, and looked up at the sky. Stars twinkled overhead, and the moon gazed down coldly. 'Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight,' she began, the old nursery rhyme slipping off of her tongue. 'Wish I may, wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight. I wish...'

She paused. What did she wish for? She wasn't sure. She used to be, but...not anymore.

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Snow was something new to her. It did snow in the mountains where her orphanage was located but she had not been allowed to come out and play, always ridiculed by her peers or suffering high fevers.

This snow, this cold, looked like fun.

She was not even bothered by all the cheerfulness of snowball fights and giddy excitement anymore. There was no envy, not like before, that left a relieving peace inside her tormented spirit.

Clothed with a green sweater, black trousers and a red hat with matching gloves, Lucy exited the Cathedral with extreme care to walk on the slippery floor. The least she wanted to do was trip and hit her head. Nyuu wasn’t going to have fun now, it was her turn.

“Alessa,” Lucy greeted the younger-looking girl with a smile. She rubbed her gloved hands together and watched with fascination as her warm breathing turned into steam. “You said something about snow angels?”

Alessa turned to see the young woman dressed warmly for the cold weather. Alessa wore the same blue dress and black shoes as always; weather did not affect her in this form. "Yes, snow angels. Have you ever made one before?" She asked. "It will be cold."

She studied Lucy with curiosity. It's almost as if she's never been in snow before... she thought. A quick mental look into her mind said it was so. How odd.

Lucy felt her cheeks burned in embarrassment when Alessa asked that question. She hated to feel so damned ignorant in these things. At least she could take care of herself, unlike Nyuu.

“N-No,” she admitted, casting her look down then lifted her chin, shaking that pathetic feeling away. “But you do. So if you tell me, I can do it too.”

She felt the mental tug, red eyes widening slightly. She did not know what was it but Nyuu and her active diclonius side also sensed it.

“So uhmm, start?” She looked around for her Guardian. It wasn’t a pleasant looking fellow but Lucy did not mind him around as much. Must be for the same reason she liked Rosiel.

Alessa rose from the stair, brushing snow off of her dress as best she could, although it really wouldn't matter now. She knew Lucy was looking for Pyramid Head, who was not present yet. She was very angry with him for what he had done. Pledging allegiance to another....Xulchibara will take care of it, she thought bitterly, feeling betrayed. But then...Rosiel is like Xulchibara. Perhaps he got confused, believing it was his maker. His TRUE maker will set things right. He is mine.

'Come along,' she said, leading Lucy down the stairs to where the ground was covered in snow. "We lay down on our backs, like this." Alessa laid down, the snow soaking her black hair and blue dress. The sky looked even more beautiful from this view, and she smiled at the sight.

Lucy followed Alessa, a bit more relaxed than she would usually act around people. The City had ruined her elaborated defenses. If she were to act like this in her world, she would not survive the weekend.

Nor would the ones she chose to defend.

“Are you worried about wandering about without your guardian?” asked Lucy, reluctantly copying the other girl’s motions, laying down on her back. It was soft and cold to stay there and the sky looked dazzling.

The frost bit her ears but she did not feel it as unpleasant. In her imprisonment, they had tested extreme temperature on her system and she could resist that low with ease.

Alessa was surprised at the woman's statement. Have I spoken too much...? she wondered. No...it does not matter how much anyone knows. I am protected. I am unstoppable. I will remain untouched.

"I don't know," she answered truthfully. "I was much more worried when I was wandering around back home and he wasn't there. Oh, he came back, of course, and I assumed he had just been lost or busy, but then he went missing again. So I searched for him, and came here as a result. I was surprised to see that many of my servants were here already.

"There are people back home who would harm me," she explained. "Everyone here seems wary of me so far; they can sense my power and their instinct is to accept and avoid it if possible, not use it for their own gain or see it as a threat. If anyone tried otherwise, they would die." She finished gravely. She was protected by a god. No one could harm her.

he did not tell Lucy of Pyramid Head's betrayal. That was something she would keep to herself forever. Can't believe he would...
Without warning, Xulchibara's voice roared in her head, and it was as though he were ranting and raving right next to her. This was one f the first times he had done this since arriving at the City. Usually their correspondence was daily, but Xulchibara had seemed content to watch things develop on their own. Now his cold voice deafened her ears and her eyes glazed over somewhat as she let Him speak to her and allowed Him to get whatever it was out of his system. SetthingsrightwillmakehimPAYnosonofminedisobeysMEpactinbloodbloodoathbloodblood...He will sign to you in bloodHISBLOOD..sweetsweetAlessamustbesafeandHEwillprotectyouHEwillwatchoveryou...
Silly Angel,stupidsicksillyangelI'llfuckhimupifIhavetobloodoathBLOODOATHALESSAHEWILLTAKEITHEISYOURSHEISYOURSBODYMINDANDSOUL.
The roar died down, and she felt comforted. The words "Blood oath" echoed in her mind. ...I see. Thank you, she murmured silently to the God. His messages were confusing and mangled, but important key words remained fresh in her mind, like now. She blinked, realizing that she was still on the ground and Lucy was waiting for her to teach her how to make a snow angel.

"Now that we are on our backs, we move our arms up and down, while our legs open and close, like this." Alessa showed herhow to move her arms and legs slowly, so that way the young woman could get the hang of it. The cold wetness of the snow felt good on her hands.

It wasn't obvious at first. Every fifth or sixth snowflake to alight uponthat particular spot of white was red. A dark shade of red, that didn't seem to meld with it's brethren into the collective white. Slowly, one by one, they built upon the next, and the frequency increased. Suddenly, the red snow poured from the sky, forming a horrendous, tall heap, that slowly began to change form as the sky, within about a 50-meter radius only, darkened.

When all had fallen black, the cawing birds having fled, the monster stood upon the slow, gentle bits of white drifting past his bloodied frame.

Sheishere. SHE LEFT ME Sheishere NO SHE LEFT ME A JUDGE NEEDS A JURY. I HAVE A NEW JURY.

Alessa could sense him coming. She was not surprised; she had a feeling a confrontation would develop between the two of them sooner or later. There were issues to discuss, and for a moment she wondered if she ought to ask Lucy to leave so they could have at it in private. In the end, she decided to continue making her snow angel and wait till he had arrived. He would be patient, she knew. He was always patient, until -

BLOODOATH. He is still yours HEWILLTAKETHEBLOODOATH. She sighed. The god wasn't going to stop until He was satisfied that this unseen change in His chess game was set back to rights. The snow was going to be painted red soon. And when she had her Red Angel back, she would reward him. There were two nurses she had shut in one of the rooms of the church, and she knew he would do with them as he wished. And then, they would go and punish the guilty ones. They would give him a new coat of blood. This foreign angel cannot take him from me. No.

Lucy gave a light shrug at her first explanation. “Uncle Rosiel asked me to look after you,” she pointed out simply. “I will protect you, Alessa, if that worth anything to you.” She recalled she had said the same words when she was young.

“I’m a powerful magician. I’ll keep us both safe! Promise!”

But that girl died, she had been killed when those bastards tried to capture Lucy. She could not forgive herself from being so weak. After that, she killed without hesitation on sight, before they would harm her or the people she liked.

Open my legs and arms, Lucy thought, closing her eyes. “Okay.” She extended her arms – all of them even the vectors- mimicking Alessa’s motions. It was relaxing, her thoughts drifted from a childhood she couldn’t enjoy for long but that was interrupted, she caught the smell of dried blood in the fresh breeze.

“Your guardian?”

The dark awareness washed over the two girls, as every horrendous peice of the mind beneath the helmet studied them. The one with Her seemed formidable enough - and innocent. Neither could be killed. Thus, the Great Knife stayed at his side. As usual, he didn't speak a word, but his thoughts traveled on the thousand tongues of darkness.

Why did you leave me?

Alessa stood, wiping the snow that clung to her dress. She turned to Lucy. 'You stand up after you are done, and the result is a snow angel. Here, let me help you up; sometimes the way you get up can ruin it.' She extended a hand to the girl to help her up, before turning to her guardian. 'Thank you, for protecting me,' she added, the glare in her eyes penetrating the blood-red helmet.

She could hear his thoughts perfectly, but she could sense his urge to kill something. He was angry, confused, hurt. If she didn't find something for him, he might go on a rampage, and that would only anger the citizens of the town and cause them to turn against her. Silently, she called to one of her servants. A Patient Demon plowed through the snow towards them, its twisted legs twitching as it made its way through the snow, its pulsing center emitting small gushes of black acid that melted the snow it touched. She inclined her head towards the approaching servant. 'Your ink has arrived,' she murmured. 'More are on their way,' she told him.

The tension hung in the air between them, and she could sense Xulchibara's presence. She could not see Him, but she knew He was there. The God was watching intently with patience, '...You may leave if you choose to,' Alessa murmured to her female companion. 'If you are uncomfortable with confrontations, then you may leave. If not, you may remain. We have unfinished business to deal with between us, he and I.'

“Thanks but I can do it,” Lucy assured Alessa with a smirk, declining her aid to stand up alone. She rose with a powerful jump, as if invisible arms had impulsed her frail body to the air above. Smoothly, she landed beside the younger-looking girl, beholding their snow angels with a bit of childish pride.

The one she did looked to have more than a pair of “wings” and were rather long - her vectors doing no mistake.

“I’ll stay,” proclaimed Lucy, crossing her arms, unaffected by the way her clothes and hair were covered with snow. “I’m not shy to violence.”

Slowly, both white, grisly hands wrapped around the handle of the massive weapon, as the Patient stumbled into view. Slowly, he brought the intstrument into the air, and with a great whooshing of displaced air, and a horrible rending, the Paitent's head lay on the ground, writhing. Not yet finished, he rammed the great blade into the demon's stomach, then hoisted the knife into the air. Slowly, preceeded by the bubbling black acid, the monster slide down the blade like a kabob. It was then that one of the white hands gripped the dead patient's ankle, and pulled, tearing the appendage off with a bloody spray. He stabbed the knife, with the patient still upon it, into the snow, and took the limb in both hands. Slowly, he began smearing the crimson across the snow, where it hissed and bubbled.

After a moment of this grisly art form, he stopped, standing above the crimson writing of the words "Order me?"

A cold, cruel smile formed on Alessa's lips, and she could feel the pain as a lump in her throat. Tears formed in her eyes. She wanted to hurt him. She wanted to stab him, to tear his fucking helmet off and break his neck for betraying her. But she didn't, she couldn't. She couldn't bear to harm him. Instead, she cried.

'Even now...when you swore your allegiance to him?' she demanded, pointing at the church behind her. 'How could you???? I searched and searched....Silent Hill would probably have been a mere pile of rubble if I hadn't found my way here! I did not mean to leave you alone! I was scared too. So scared...so alone...' Her dark eyes gleamed with her tears, pain, and the strange bond she had with her protector.

'YOU ARE ALL I HAVE!!!' She screamed at him. 'MY MOTHER...YOU KNOW WHAT SHE DID TO ME! CLAUDIA IS DEAD, AND HEATHER....oh, beloved Heather...I could not bear to draw her into this! No, she must be happy, she must live without knowing of any of...of this! I WILL NOT ALLOW A SICK, DERANGED ANGEL TO TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME!' Her shoulders heaved, and she wiped the tears from her cheeks furiously. Her anger was gone now. There was only hurt.

'....I came here for you. You...you are all I have,' she said again, quietly. God, why wouldn't the tears stop coming?

Lucy watched impassibly as Pyramid Head killed the other demon, how prettily the blood looked in the snow. She liked the shade of red but did not take as pleasure on a killing that wasn’t a human being. It did not smell the same or feel the same.

Then Alessa started her outburst towards the demon. She understood the girl’s frustration but lacked a strong empathy to develop compassion and pity (Nyuu had plenty of those, not Lucy).

Her insult to her ‘uncle’ made the diclonius frown and quickly tried to point out: “Rosiel is…” Pausing, Lucy re-thought her statement. Wait, Rosiel was deranged. But so were they and even herself. “He was brought by this place, Alessa. It’s not his fault. I didn’t ask to be taken here either.” But she was glad to have come.

Alessa was crying. Lucy was at loss. The weeping irritated her but felt no urge to harm this one like she would do in other occasions with very different people. Therefore, she did something that she believed Nyuu would do in her place. Picking up snow with one of her vectors, she hurled it on Alessa’s face as gently as she could.

“This is called snowball fight, right?” she smirked, challengingly.

As soon as the strange girl hurled the snowball, the monster's helmet turned towards her. The demonic conciousness was confused. The hostile action had been done in innocense. He beheld his master for a moment, then reached down, his big hand closing around the dismembered head of the patient. With a mighty heave, he hurled the object at Lucy, doing his best to imitate her action.

Alessa nodded at Lucy, and opened her mouth and laughed as Pyramid Head threw the Patient's head at the girl. 'This....is the best snowball fight I have ever seen!' She grinned at the two of them. 'I feel much better now, thank you.'

She turned back to her guardian. 'I believe a blood oath is in order,' she murmured. 'I know where your loyalty lies, but I want to be reassured.' She turned to Lucy. 'There will be quite a bit of blood,' she told the young woman.

Here are the terms: you may stay with the angel, if only to keep up appearances, Alessa began, her telekinesis working to convey her thoughts to her guardian. She did not want Lucy overhearing and reporting what was being said to Rosiel. We still need to know what the fool is up to. But you listen to me and do as I say. If he orders you to do something, do not proceed without coming first to me. I will grant you permission to follow his orders if they are harmless enough. If they interfere with the coming of our God, then I will think of a valid excuse for you. Do you understand these terms and conditions? She asked, ignoring the fact that Lucy was standing there, completely oblivious to what was going on between the two now.

The invisible vectors caught the head threw into her direction and crushed it with ease. Lucy shook her head, picking up the snow and forming a ball as example for the demon to mimic. “With this. With snow,” she insisted, hurling that ball into Pyramid Head’s direction.

She glanced at Alessa next, shrugging at the blood statement. “I told you, I don’t mind blood. I have been bathed with blood often.” The silence came next and Lucy pretended obliviousness. Obviously there was a connection, an unspoken link between those two she did not understand but it was there. That was not her business anyways.

With the loud groan of aged steel, the helmet pointed towards the sky, as if seeking divine advice. After a few moments, the black mind seemed to have found what it wanted, and faced Alessa once more. With the dismembered leg, he hastily slathered his answer across the snow, before throwing it aside.

Yes

The large white hands gripped the handle of the Great Knife once more as he prepared to finalize the blood oath.

She knew how he wanted to proceed in this, and so she approached him calmly, walking over his bloody handwriting, until she stood very close to him. She turned, her back towards him, and removed any telekinetic shields or guards that she had constructed to protect this form. It was a blood oath, after all, and blood needed to flow.

'Proceed,' she instructed him, and she knew that his knife would kiss her in just seconds. For once, she welcomed this pain. It was going to be sweet, justified, binding. Xulchibara would be pleased.

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