Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutly III ~ Reincarnation /Open/

[---Your Slave to Love---]

His dreamland was shattered, broken, crippled, and bleeding. The snow white hills had been painted green by the sheer lights that shone through his eyes into the sky to make tiny little flies that swarmed over bodies that lay hanging in the air, the water blue like soft jewels turning to blood as the world turned round making faces as it passed to pass the blood into the glass-like flow of the crimson ebbing stream. Every soft animal that he loved, the ones that no one else had seen in millennia, were twisted up like little dolls that had been torn and burnt by a spiteful hand. Every hanging tooth turned to razors, every beady eye turned to fire, every wanting mouth turned to death, every soft berry bringing famine, and the whole damn thing feeling sicker and sicker as the sky grew shorter to the ground like a box without walls. The cold air that refreshed him in these dreams had turned dry like the mouth after cotton and chloroform, and already he could feel the world slipping while the voices turned and he cried out with his hands to be free. Barking orders, cooing love songs, making questions, asking statements that made no sense as the voices rolled on. On and on went the spiraling lane until it ended in the foot of the hill. The boy's eyes turned and then the world was back to its normal self as if the dream had only been fiction.

Jeremy stood to confront this new world, making out a tall form against the light. His door was open for some reason. Gently at first, and growing over time, there began a strange sensation of being touched without there being any flesh against him. Confused, the boy reached up and touched a plastic glove that lay on his shoulder. "Ma'am?", he asked softly to the owner of the digits, "Are we? In trouble, ma'am? I heard yelling and I thought that something might be wrong, and now you're here so I would really like to know what happen. I promise that I didn't do it". His voice was left to brave there air alone for a stretch of seconds before he was finally rewarded by the touch tightening and the nurse confirming that she was real as she explained that he was simply being led into the Common Room for the safety of his own mental state. After his episode before the doctors had said for him to be released if he could behave, and to be led into the Common Room for some light relaxation. Seeing only the light of his door, Jeremy nodded softly and asked if he may retrieve some of his things; Begging the nurse not to take the one he had hidden inside the top of his mattress. As it was he could not be trusted with any form of bladed object, but he pulled the ornamental piece free and begged that this alone be allowed as he tucked it into his shoe and sobbed lightly for her having to have seen it. Greatly to his surprise, the woman only placed her hand on his shoulder and smiled to he had thought to ask her permission so boldly. She agreed to stay quiet and led him straightly to the door through the endless sea of literal white and black.

Just as the world seemed right, Jeremy was led into the blackness of the hall that only had white squares above and below. He would have said something funny and kind if not for the fact that his world was so imperfect. Everything was as it should be in black and white, where nothing was different or dangerous. He was happy as he stepped into it, and then as quickly as it had been made it was shattered by the single final image of the infant man who's grown and sexy body betrayed the scheme with tan and red and gray and yellow. The man with the baby's face passed for a single fiery second and the entire hall caught fire beneath him, tearing up the tiles with molten fire and burning the walls through to show dead bodies packed with the blown insulation that hugged the wiring of the madhouse where he called home. A great and terrible war had befallen this fiery world that he saw. A huge tank's track still cycled as the fiery mass enveloped the hull to send people screaming into the magmatic apocalypse around him. The infant man was freed from within his head and everything hurt more with each step as they began to unwillingly dodge the spot of burning depths by sheer luck and blind chance alone. The large hall that homed bodies crumbled into broken bricks as he looked across to the the barren gray land beyond. A single broken windmill mulled with some strange limp form nailed to each blade. Creaking and cussing dragged through the winds, the low boiling roar below making him quake as their steps drew nearer the place were earth fell into void. Casting his eyes back he could see the terrors of death shy the infant man or his strange hound and jester. Something very wrong had been done here and yet he turned to find the only sights to be a faded form in the glow of several windows and a television.

Left alone in his sight again, the boy thanked his unseen nurse and asked if she would help me back to his room and maybe help him with his hair later. She said that the woman, Hope, who had been taking care of him had actually been injured and that she, Anna, would be stepping in for the entire section. Jeremy smiled at his good news and kindly thanked her again before striding happily to the place beside where someone was seated to enjoy the sounds of the television that he would most likely never see in more than colored light of a uniform shade and hue.

[Luciphels Neko]

When his master had left, Samael had took the time to slink along the walls, towards his own room. Every time footsteps neared, he simply dove into an alcove, hiding in the darkness before he reached the door with his number on it, and slipped in. No one would think to look for him here. They would probably think he was still with Alexxi.

He wished he was with Alexxi too... but he lost sight of his master.

Besides, sitting on the bed, wincing from the sudden throb of pain that action caused him, Samael let his head fall against his hands, shivering lightly as a whirlwind of images assaulted him, before settling on one, a very... very familiar one, almost like a memory... but he was quite sure he had never done this before.

You see, for once, he was not a spectator, he was a player, he was one of the few winged beings that stood there, for some reason, and despite the carnage that littered around him, he did not seem to care, for his entire being was focussed on finding that one other, the one that held his soul, his mind, his heart and his body in chains invisible to the naked eye.

The walls were crumbling, the air was thick with sulfur and brimstone, and the screams of demons being burned by hellfire run rampant, their bodies scattered all over the place like a sort of demented parade of death. Cracks were quickly spreading throughout the place, and air of hotness no being should be able to stand whooshed from the ground as if Mother Earth herself was severely pissed off at their actions, and wanted them dead at all costs.

But he would not die, no, he would not die just yet, he needed to be there, needed to go to Him, he needed to, even if he perished, his soul will continue dragging itself towards Him. He had to...

A scream behind him and the sudden crash threw him forward like a ragdoll, and he winced, feeling the bones in his wing finally break. They were a nuisance now, but he lugged on stubbornly, refusing to tear them off for they were his pride, and he continued, dragging bloodied wings behind him as he searched, and searched... where? Where could He be?

He didn't know how long he trudged, he lost count of the bodies he saw on the way. It was silent now, save for the random crackles of energy and the crushing of another body beneath a rock. He was finally here, the throne room. He had felt Hell die, and berated himself for taking so long. If Hell died... If...

Shaking his head, he moved forward, into the room, where it seems, nothing was out of place. The entire room was as perfect as the day it was created, and there, on the throne, He sat, as regal as ever.

"Master..." Quickening his pace, he moved forward, painfully dragging his battered body, trying hard not to wince at the trail of blood he left behind. Master would punish him for that. Yes, he should clean up after himself. Master would... Master...

The soft thump of a body falling into his arms had his eyes wide with disbelief, agony and pain. The slight body of Lucifer Morningstar lay in his arms, cold and still, unmarred as the day He was created, but no longer breathing, it was. "N-no..." Tremors rocked his body, and a harsh uncharacteristic cry escaped him as a single tear rolled from his eyes that swore never to weep, and fell with a silent splash upon His face. Gently, a hand caressed the side of that face, and he leaned forward, a chaste kiss placed upon those lips, lips that would no longer return his kisses, lips that were sealed shut.

And suddenly, he held out a hand, using the last of his energy, he called upon every bit of his power, dark and light merged. He was the demon of Life, he could mend life, he could destroy it as well.

"I love you, Master."

And the orb seared into his body, ripping his very essence to shreds as he endured, not a sound escaping him as his body jerked and rippled, his life diminishing as quickly as a blink of an eye, and he slumped down, lifeless, cold, over his master's body, never to wake again...

With a jolt, Samael jerked up, panting as if he had been running a marathon. Looking around him, he frowned. Was that... a dream? Shaking his head, he made to stand, noticing that his limbs were trembling, even as he made his shaky way towards Alexxi's room. A moment later found himself reaching out to push the door open, the sight of Alexxi immediately calmed him, and his shaking lessened... now, why was that?

[---Your Slave to Love---]

The television's glare, a solid blue that became teal before the yellow bled through, pulsed violently against the void of his sight. Three windows and a television throbbing as the sound of solid stone came crumbling down to like the air thick with spoiled eggs and flesh. Suddenly, it felt like only logic that he coil his arm into his chest. Blood. Jeremy's chest was pulsing blood uncontrollably as he swung with fervor to shake the crimson mess free.

Thunderclaps of something heavy shattering against itself rocked the boy's head and drew the dormant voices free as he was swallowed in the older man's mind to combat the blue and gold flames that licked his flesh. Screams, shrieking agonized screams. The walls were there and the floor; They were white and made of tile. Everything was there is striking clarity even down to the fiery sword that lay skewered in the golden metal bars that would run red with blood when he looked skyward and held the trumpet that marked his own voice and the voice of another.

The ancient baby had not shown himself in millinia, not since Jeremy had been dragged from the solitary room. It had been a thousand million life times of spiraling like a shot dove while he baked in the heat of the passion of the fire that licked and swore at his heels that tore into the wet flesh that was the tile.

A flash of life burst, like a bit of rain that refused to fall for fear that it would be chosen not to rise back when the sun came. A dull tool laying upon unguarded flames while the smith was away. He felt the piercing chime of a million voices and the visions became nightmares as each voice joined that cry and he was dragged deeper to see what saw the things that were seen. A single ghoul wrapped across the tongues of a pronged sword that saw the deeds through the third lock. Everything birth clearer as the great black hound dragged its tore guts to the foot of the master's hollow armor. He could see it and more. A great and proud being who's light was too great to see the small white flicks of conceit and who's strength was too great not to be made alive at the idea of being cast from his shield and horn. Jeremy was watching these two through the same lock but across an eternity.

The great black locks flew around both as the horn bearing lightbulb threw down the great battery of his light, flickering as he crammed rocks into its place and beamed with joy that only ended when the single flick of dirt fell through and blew the fuse, leaving the ebony hair of another to flap as the Infant Man unzipped his chest and fell through in the form of a dead and withered fetus that shone with great tumors along its semi-congealed flesh. This sick and foul thing that was dead upon dead only rolled its sick eyes and stood to be watched upon as the gray hound, twice the size of a Great Dane and thicker then a horse, went and lay at the base of the steps of a great and expensive suite whom's key late on the one lying dead by the blood gates. He knew that would happen. The hound strode upon, trampling its disturbing owner's gut-wrenching self in the favor of licking gently along the spent skin and only bleeding more as the sickly fetus boiled beneath the light.

Jeremy slid into a state of disrepair and the blind man awoke with a nod. He had dosed off, but he was awake and ready once more. Funny to thing that it had been so long that he's already slept; And how much more he soon would.

[Luciphel]

No one here. Either they had taken Samael somewhere or he had managed to escape and the nurses were now looking for them both. Taking the oppotunity, as he couldnt keep hidden forever, he had to eat after all, Alexxi emptied his pokets out on the bed and began hiding the items. The tape was good for that as it ment he could stick the other things underneith the bed and into the tops of drawers out of sight.

At the sound of someone letting themselves into his room, Alexxi quickly sat on the bed and looked innocent, assuming it would be a menmer of staff, but when his eyes fell on Samael he relaxed considerably. Untill he saw how much the boy was shaking, visably shaking. "What happened?" He asked, laying on the bed and reaching out to the boy, beconing him closer. That kind of shivering diddnt come from being cold, something had happened to Samael.

[xxShadowFangxx]

"Which way...which way?" Aaron looked around the halls as he continued his search for any way out, or perhaps any one who already knew a way out. "Thats it!" He grinned and began running for the main office, at the same time making sure the others were keeping up. In a place like this there always had to be some extra emergency way out just in case things went crazy like they are now. If there was another way, it would be marked on the buildings blue prints, and if there was then that could be their ticket out of here. If not...well he decided he would think of that if and or when the time came.

((This is just a short post till i have more time to post more. any interferences are welcomed ^^))

[Halycon_Galanodel]

A kiss and a key, that was all he was left with now. Those simple things and the pain rippling through his frame. Rising with a shriek the one thing that forced him to keep moving his beaten body was Alexxi's words. For him the stubborn redhead would move mountains. Step by baby step he moved closer to the door, fumbling with th key as he retrieved the discarded over sized shirt of one of his attackers. It barely covered the important bits but he slid it on anyway. Key licked in the door, opening it up and luckily the hall was empty.

[Luciphels Neko]

Obeying the silent order, Samael approached the bed, and slid to the floor, within range of Alexxi, as he lay his head against the bed, kneeling there like a worshiper of sorts. Then, he began to speak, relating his entire dream, not mentioning names though, only that the other had died... and then, so did he...

"... it felt real." He murmured, ending his little narration. And above that all, he had linked Alexxi with the one in his vision, the one called the Morningstar, now, why is that? He didn't know, he only knew that seeing Alexxi alive and well brought such relief to him, that he could keel over from the weight of it.

It was something he cannot comprehend, for all his life, he had lived without an ounce of emotion.

Subconsciously, he reached up, fingers moving to grasp Alexxi's hand, needing the reassurance that he was there, that he was not dead, and Samael shivered again, the image of the body, the weight of it in his arms still so vivid, and without thinking, he had murmured. "Don't die... Master..."

[Azzy-chan89]

Tanner had become lost from everybody else, he'd discovered. No! He couldn't be alone... he began to panic, wrapping his arms around himself and clinging there. He had to find... somebody... his thoughts turned to Samael, and he desperately wanted to search for the other boy, but... what if Samael didn't want him with him? What if...

He forced himself to stop thinking like that. He then forced himself to get up and begin moving, going wherever he thought might take him to someone else...

There! He'd found them! Samael was there, with that Alexxi boy, as well as the redhead from earlier. Nikki, his name was? Tanner thought so... either way, Tanner dashed towards Samael and ducked behind the other boy, instantly latching onto the hem at the back of Samael's shirt. There... he was safe now. He breathed a sigh of relief and prayed that he wouldn't be pushed away for his sudden movement.

[Luciphel]

((Azzy dear, Nikki isnt with Alexxi and Samael))

Alexxi remained silent as Samael relayed the dream he had to him, names diddnt need to be mentioned, he knew these people and he diddnt like what was happening to them. He diddnt want to die, especially not like that. "Hey, relax." He said, gripping Samales hand tighter he pulled him up onto the bed and hugged him tight. "It was just a dream." A lie and he knew it, but he diddnt want to talk about it any more, he diddnt like it, he diddnt like how the story made his chest ache.

He was about to reply to the boys mutter about him dying, to promise that would never ever happen, at least for a long time, he was nly 20 after all, when Tanner entered the room and clinged to Samael. "I diddnt say you could come in." Alexxi hissed jealously in te boys direction.

[Halycon_Galanodel]

One of the nurses found him, the type that knew what was going on in this nightmare. She was a big gal, strong enough to carry his light body off towards the infirmary. She cared for him in her own way and bathed his weary body. Niki thanked her quietly, basking in the care. "Don't thank me sugar, they shouldn't be leaving you like that- you ain't here to be a whore."
He was so tired, but he couldn't sleep- he needed to see Alexxi again.

[Azzy-chan89]

///Sorry. @_@///

Tanner flinched at Alexxi's voice. He had hoped to remain unnoticed by the other boy. But Samael was there, and Samael made Tanner feel... safer... for whatever reason.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I'm just scared..." He had been alone for a while, and alone scared the crap out of Tanner.

///I can't remember where I left Matty... o.o; ///

[Luciphels Neko]

Samael neither pushed Tanner away, nor pull him close, in fact, he did not react at all, simply burying his head in his Master's thigh as he tried to stop his body from shaking, said body feeling more detached than he had ever felt. It was as if he no longer had any control over himself.

It was his master's jealous hiss that had him looking up, for Samael is only attentive to Alexxi's feelings for now, and if given the chance, forever, and so, he wanted to know why his master was so... angry? That might be the right description. A glance showed him that he was being clung to, by that child, boy... what's his name? Tanner? Something like that.

[Luciphel]

If asked, Alexxi wouldnt be able to eplain why he felt so suddenly protective over Samaels personal space where this child was involved. For reasons he couldnt describe he thought the boy inferior, unworthy to cling to HIS Samael like that and a sertain anger over Tanners disrespect towards him, why wasnt He getting any attention? How dare he come waltzing into His room without permission.

Throwing the boy a discusted look he took Samaels hand and pulled him away. "Come on." He ordered, practically dragging Samael from the room and down the hall towards the recriational area, not bothering to check if Tanner was still attached.

[---Your Slave to Love---]

Jeremy's eyebrow perked, the two he had seen as Infant Man and the hound; What were they beyond his veil and chain? Why was it that he had just now felt the world draw back into the dreams of his deceasing mind only to still see his dark little void still woven over? No. The unseeing eyes did not turn as he gruffly began to hone himself on the low volume. Jeremy's face reacted with a touch of a smile in set intervals between the laughtrack and eased to sorrow when he heard the tones drop. If whatever this presence was were to see that he were blind then he would be put into the vice that the doctors here knew him to be of.

Jeremy had never known these two in such vivid feelings before he had been released. Months or possibly years of his living Hell and he had not once known of them, so he mimicked the quick and the unbroken in hopes that they may at first glance not know of his disfunction while the voices rose back inside him to draw the strings tight.

Somewhere the tiny bells hopped across the jester's naked form, and something fiercely gentle was being pulled taut like the strings of his heart. Someone known well to his heart, too well to be seen or named, spoke toneless words to the seven faceless souls that hung low to the whole of Earth. Sharp chiming rods closed upon the gears and the sound of a thousand million voices were thrown into his soul like spinning blades. The ears that lay beneath Jeremy's hair spoke of nothingt to this or any sort save for the television adorning the Rec Room's floor but the brain beyond them heard voices and phrases from one thousand minds and held fickle as Jeremy's lay loudest in tears of hate and terror that soaked his firm shoulders in a touch of doubtful unease.

[Luciphels Neko]

Not given a chance to reply, Samael was dragged off, which he gladly obeyed, stumbling a bit from the suddenness, but managing to keep his steps, barely aware of the clinging Tanner, he was like a lost sheep, whose only beacon was his Master, and so he followed his Master, no matter where Alexxi told him to go, he would.

His master was his shepherd.

With uneven steps, Samael followed closely behind Alexxi, unsure of where they were heading, and uncaring as well. His mind still focussed on his dream, nightmare, perhaps, on the sight and feel of that dead, cold body... he shivered, and hurried towards Alexxi, wanting more of his master's warmth, if only to comfort himself. Alexxi was alive. He was. He has to be. He will live.