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 Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 1:46 pm
There is no sympathy from a devil...
The night was still and strangely silent - not because anything unusual were happening, but more because there had been a disturbance. The crash-tinkle sound of glass shattering against a hard surface and a scream that was more animal than human had caused even the most stalwart of night-creatures to go deathly silent.
Not more than ten minutes later, a lithe body clothed in black came staggering out of a rather unsavory looking building. It was the sort of place one kept on the side if one had some sort of wicked little secret they wanted to indulge in. The neighbors had a policy: Don't Ask, Don't Tell, and whatever you do -- Don't Look.
Colin spat blood on the door before he pushed away from the building and moved shakily down the stairs. The sleazy reporter had been exceptionally violent that night; he'd refused to respond to a few things the man had been saying about his former lover and had gotten a glass bowl of hot soup thrown at him for his troubles.
His side - under the large black hoodie and the baggy black jeans - was burnt badly from the scalding liquid (the reason for the animalian cry of pain). Funny how that had hurt more than what the disgusting pervert had been doing to him earlier. Not that being raped was particularly pleasant, but it had been going on long enough by that point that the curly-haired blond was almost able to block it out.
And the reason that Colin continued coming out to this place to accept the grease-ball's advances despite loathing him with everything he had?
This guy had dirt on Adrian and Colin. Originally, the actor had payed this guy off - an insane amount - but more recently he'd come up later with more dirt, claiming that the payoff hadn't included the new stuff. He also claimed that if Colin didn't come to him when called...he'd see neither of them ever found work again.
Maybe it was stupid to believe the slicked-haired con artist, but having grown up knowing hunger and existing for years without money, Colin was terrified that the man would make good on his threats. So he went. Dozens of times. He was beaten and subjected to so many indignities and torments that the hours after each 'session' were spent in water as hot as he could take it, scrubbing his skin until he nearly bled.
Tonight was a little different. The lithe dancer was at the end of his rope - this was killing his spirit; he couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't. Nothing was worth losing who you were. Under the flickering, jaundiced light of a street lamp half-way down the dingy lane, Colin shouted his rage up at the heavens; cursing his lack of power.
He would have sold his soul to destroy that b*****d.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 6:56 pm
 The Heavens answered. The roil of low-hanging clouds churned, pulsed like a slow beating heart, spewed blood down like rain. Blood and ashes. The build up was rapid, thunder recalled his rage in taiko rhythms and the putrid precipitation was falling and congealing into a shape. A great statue, like to David, only with some mad man's additions. A adonic-demon form, perfected but crowned with horns, clothed with wings and tails. It took maybe thirty seconds. The creature opened its abyssal eyes, turning his gaze, rich and flesh stripping, to the mortal who limped and growled in fear and pain as a pit-dog thrown off for too many uses. "Colin," The two syllables were thickly said, charged with throbbing base and charnal veneer. Further syllables felt slow, licentious, "Would you really? "
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 11:48 am
The odd movements of the clouds gave the blond a moment of distraction from his anger, from the focused rage boiling through his body. He'd never seen clouds that beat like that. As thought they were alive.
When the clouds bled down into the world, his expression contorted further from his rage; the emotion was still solidly there, but there was also a bit of awe and trepidation. Never had it rained blood. "What the hell--" Something that was not a man, but was man-shaped grew from the blood-rain before him. Hulking, demonic in appearance and wholly terrifyingly intent on speaking with him.
Apparently, Colin had summoned the Devil. For a moment, he was too stunned, to frozen by this...creature's appearance, his gaze to respond.
When he finally did, he barely recognized the strained, foreign-sounding syllables as his own words. "Yes--" He breathed in, the metallic scent of blood was still on the air, on him; it appealed to the darker side of his own usually-sunny nature. "Yes. Anything." Absolutely anything to have a chance to get back at the man that tormented and all but ruined him.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 9:41 pm
Destruction's lips half upturned in a rakish grin, the issuing chortle half made up of a great purr that rattled the nearby windows. "I am not the Devil, Colin. My name is Harmodius, and I am a god. I am Destruction....do you know what that means? It means I can help you. "One stride, and the distance between them closed, though the creature crouched like a baseball catcher to even up to the mortal. "I want you, Colin Hargrove. I will give you the grace of a god, the powers and strength, and you may close the mouth and hands of your tormentor for all eternity. "
"All I ask in return, " Glistening red, impossible like Chinese laquer, the creature's lips were only a breath from Colin's own. The six great wings curled up over them both, and behind the youth, so that the rain and greater ash, the wind could no longer touch him. "Is that you keep your word on that. And a kiss, to seal the deal. "
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 10:55 pm
Harmodius' purring set the glass panes to rattling in their flimsy frames; Colin's eyes flicked from the god calling himself Destruction (and oh, he believed it! This creature's aspect screamed ruin) to the halogen light dancing on the surface of the shaken glass and then back quickly.
"You know me. You want me--" The boy - for before this great diety, he was naught but a babe, trembling in awe and fear and perhaps a ting of want - breathed the words; not a question, he was parroting Harmodius' words as though saying them would help the meaning to sink in deeper somehow.
A kiss? For this...god? This terrifying, terrible, beautiful creature-that-was-not-a-man wanted a kiss?! 'Why not? This is what it comes down to - my body is my currency once more...but for power!'. Power and grace and godhood.
And he would silence that ******** paparazzi forever. Crush him. Destroy him utterly. Yes, for that he would have fallen to his knees before the god. "Yes. Anything. I want the power to silence him forever." Colin's eyes were half closed as he spoke - there was something about Harmodius that he could not have said no to; something wholly alluring.
It was power. The gods power. Power like he'd been promised; all that he had to do was offer his mouth up to those lips, red like liquid rubies, no...more so. Only a moment's hesitation and Colin's soft mouth was pressing against Harmodius'; a kiss was a very, very small price to pay for power, was it not?
Never mind he was shaking slightly. Gods were fickle - that's what all the legends said. And this one was exquisitely terrible to behold. The man-that-wasn't could just as easily kill him as kiss him.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 1:30 pm
One hand lifted, hot thumb fingers touching lightly the shivering chin, and pulled down to open the boy's mouth and deepen the kiss. Destruction's other hand lifted the boy's left, twining their fingers together as lovers' pressed against a flat surface. But there was something hard and faceted between their palms. The kiss felt to last for hours, but after only just seconds Harmodius pulled back, "In to your keeping I give the jewel of a god. Press it to your body, wheresoever you would wear it, and the power will be yours. It will start faint, as the essence mingles and adapts into yours, but it will grow. If you have need, follow the stone's will, and it will guide you to the abode of others bearing jewels...where you may find comfort, food, and safe lodging. These are now your right, in such halls. I look forward to your ascension, Colin."
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 3:25 pm
Colin didn't resist the dark god before him; he couldn't have even had he wanted to. This was the closest to kindness involving intimacy that the blond had been privy to for a good long while; he didn't want to resist.
Something hard was pressed against his palm, but his mind didn't wrap around that fact until Harmodius pulled away from him and spoke again; he was lightheaded and blood thrummed through his ears, making it hard to listen to what was being said.
"Thank you..." Something about this man creaturegod made him feel that he should be very grateful (later, he might come to regret thinking that) - being offered power and a kiss that made him want to swoon? No, he was grateful...and more than a little bit...enamoured with Destruction.
Colin looked down at the beautiful gem cupped in his hand, it was warm - very warm - and felt...alive. Hadn't Harmodius just spoken so? The blond thought about where he might want to 'wear' a gem that apparently had to pressed to skin - it didn't take long. The gem would go the last place that Adrian had kissed him: his left hip. Even out in the open, Colin had no qualms about pushing down the loose pants and pressing the trilliant cut gem to his bare skin. He didn't want the god to think for even a moment that he wouldn't hold up his end of the bargain.
Warmth became heat, searing flesh as the gem sank into his pale skin. The world dimmed and shimmered before him as though something were in the way and though there had been plenty enough in typical 'night' sounds...the youth was rendered deaf temporarily. Not even the sound of his own heart beating reached him -- it, like Harmodius' kiss, lasted mere seconds but felt to him like ages. Searing heat spread through his body, dissipating as it went from hip to the tips of his toes and fingers to the top of his head. As it did so, sound returned to him; the ordeal left him feeling drained, languid.
'Unreal...'
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 8:52 pm
Harmodius waited, whether to watch the boy fall on his face or to catch him if need arose could not be determined. When it seemed he woudl keep his feet, Destruction turned away, raising his face to the sky and spreading out his great wings, "Do you need food and lodging now? Where will you go from here?"
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 9:02 pm
"I should go home." He would go home, once he felt more steady. The gem in his hip was back to just being warm; cooling even where it wasn't fused with his flesh. Slender, delicate fingers danced under his waistband, tracing the lines of the gem. There was no voice, not yet...but he sensed now that he was not alone in his body -- it was just a little frightening (or would have been if he wasn't so wholly exhausted).
Harmodius had turned away from the blond and he watched the god with just a bit of longing -- here was a creature that reminded him something of his former lover...only even more dangerous and terrible. He was being stupid, comparing the two, but his exhausted mind did as it wished.
"Am I supposed to be so tired...?" The dancer's voice was thick and muzzy; he would go home, but it would take him a while. And later? Later, when he'd rested and eaten and wasn't newly joined with his gem, he would seek out the others that Harmodius had mentioned.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 9:13 pm
Almost disappointing. Almost. He would have carried him, but let the youth stand on his own and fend for himself. His life was now cursed, and the magic would revenge itself on any that dared harm him in the end. "The mortal coil is fragile, like old glass held by gravity too long. It flows down, leaving the barest supports to its own shape, and when charged with a greater power then meant for even in its youth, it may shatter. He shall start as the glue in your cracks, holding you together from the inside. "Eventually the broken pieces will grow off and fall, the spent egg that housed the phoenix....or dragon...or what-have-you.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 9:26 pm
And there again was one of the problems he'd always had -- too stubborn to ask for what he wanted, he either stumbled into it (literally) or it was pressed upon him when one realized how he worked.
The words that Destruction spoke didn't make too much sense, but they comforted Colin greatly. After all, Harmodius was imposing and a god -- it would be okay. That was the gist of it.
"Will I find you again, Harmodius?" Tired. Bed. That's what he wanted. In a minute he could work towards that goal. First he needed to know -- he wanted to see the god again; call it compulsion, call it a crush, call it hero-worship (of a sort). Whatever it was, it pressed the youth to ask.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 9:53 pm
If you come to where the others gather, the Pantheon, seat of the Twin Crown, you will find me there, if you desire my company. " He lowered his upped wings on one side, looking back over his shoulder, lights of magma and spiders of red frost kindled beneath the surface of his skin.
"Good night."He turned away for the last time, powerful wings giving a single beat as he jumped to loft him up into the dark airs.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 10:25 pm
He would remember - or if he wouldn't, Silence would. He would find Harmodius at the Pantheon, oh yes...but first he would lean against one of those horrible street lamps that made everything look jaudinced. "Good night, Harmodius..." Colin murmured the words as he rested there against the cold metal.
It wasn't long before the dancer was on the move again - he still needed to clean up and get some rest. There was much to do yet that week; strange encounters with gods and abusive black-mailers notwithstanding. Belatedly the blond wondered if the gem would show up too badly under his unitard. Oh well, if it did, he'd just cover it with a bandage and say he was injured doing a jump or something.
But first? Home.
And so Colin met Harmodius and gained a gem.
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