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sirenspull_logs2012-01-29 12:52 pm
cruelties) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-01-29 12:52 pm
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Heaven did decree that in your arms sweet death should dwell.
Who: Gilbert and Vincent Nightray, Ahiru, and later on Ciel Phantomhive. Jack Vessalius only post-mortem. Kyubey will be around solely to be a creepy jerk. Maybe others-?!
When: January 29th
Where: Phancyhive, Jack’s bedroom
Summary: Collapsing into despair, Jack becomes a witch at the end of his contract as a puella magi. Vincent takes it upon himself to slay him at the end of the labyrinth.
Warnings: CHARACTER DEATH BY BEHEADING, death of a parental figure and resulting psychotic breakdowns, stabbing, blood. It’s a mess of blood and angst basically. And oh yeah Vincent may finally stab out Kyubey's eyes with some scissors. Lovely all around.
A witch’s labyrinth.
Oh how Vincent hated witches. He hated a great deal of things. Fakes. Selfish people. Misfortune bearers. Liars. Anything that could reflect in a mirror he loathed. Witches however were beyond even that petty hatred. Witches were the creatures who had stolen away the light of the world. In their grip everything turned fetid and rotted away until there was only darkness.
So how could he, how could it have happened-?!
Leo was gone too. That realization had hurried him back to this place; this place he had banished himself from but where he had known protection and even comfort. It was where his master and brother dwelt but he could not return to them. This place should not exist! He should not be allowed to return to such a warm and golden time. So he had stayed away and stayed by that boy’s side. He had woken up alone however and a useless search had drawn him back to here.
Perhaps he would have to return to that place too, in time, and confront his memories there too.
Perhaps, also, he had already had the intention to kill him even then. In his rage and hurt at that being, the Core. Like that woman, it should not exist to make the world however it wished! He had carried that dagger on his breast ever since Jack had given it to him a few months ago. Perhaps he had taken it for permission, acquiescence, a request.
Yet when he had come to the door he had not received a touch of the golden light. It was only the darkness again, the yawning maw of the Abyss waiting to swallow the entire world whole. A ruptured world crafted by a witch’s hands. A world where there was only despair. A world that should be erased.
And he had found the witch in the middle of the labyrinth, waiting to be slain.
Perhaps he had only understood because of everyone he had ever met, Jack and he were the most alike. They were even more alike than his precious brother who could forget all of his sorrow. Jack could never forget, like Vincent, yet in the end he had given in to his despair.
So the knight had slain the witch at his request. Using the last gift the man had given him with a note that warned of the five minute effect of the poison, and a reassurance he still loved him. He told him then too he still loved him, and had given him one final gift.
It had been disgustingly easy to kill him. Even if it had broken Vincent’s body into a thousand pieces it still would have been too easy. He had killed him as easily he had so many others, here and at home. A single thought and it was done. Only the Chain’s shriek of delight reminded him of the contract he had made long ago for this power.
The power to execute whoever he wished.
So the black knight was left with a headless corpse in his arms, dagger still within the poisoned heart. Reality warped about him but he ignored the storm over head. With a single blood stained hand he removed the earrings and replaced them with a single one. As the blood dried on his cheek, Vincent noticed how lucky he was that he could not see Jack’s final expression of judgment from where his head had rolled a few feet away.
I really have lost everything.
Gilbert would not forgive this.
When: January 29th
Where: Phancyhive, Jack’s bedroom
Summary: Collapsing into despair, Jack becomes a witch at the end of his contract as a puella magi. Vincent takes it upon himself to slay him at the end of the labyrinth.
Warnings: CHARACTER DEATH BY BEHEADING, death of a parental figure and resulting psychotic breakdowns, stabbing, blood. It’s a mess of blood and angst basically. And oh yeah Vincent may finally stab out Kyubey's eyes with some scissors. Lovely all around.
A witch’s labyrinth.
Oh how Vincent hated witches. He hated a great deal of things. Fakes. Selfish people. Misfortune bearers. Liars. Anything that could reflect in a mirror he loathed. Witches however were beyond even that petty hatred. Witches were the creatures who had stolen away the light of the world. In their grip everything turned fetid and rotted away until there was only darkness.
So how could he, how could it have happened-?!
Leo was gone too. That realization had hurried him back to this place; this place he had banished himself from but where he had known protection and even comfort. It was where his master and brother dwelt but he could not return to them. This place should not exist! He should not be allowed to return to such a warm and golden time. So he had stayed away and stayed by that boy’s side. He had woken up alone however and a useless search had drawn him back to here.
Perhaps he would have to return to that place too, in time, and confront his memories there too.
Perhaps, also, he had already had the intention to kill him even then. In his rage and hurt at that being, the Core. Like that woman, it should not exist to make the world however it wished! He had carried that dagger on his breast ever since Jack had given it to him a few months ago. Perhaps he had taken it for permission, acquiescence, a request.
Yet when he had come to the door he had not received a touch of the golden light. It was only the darkness again, the yawning maw of the Abyss waiting to swallow the entire world whole. A ruptured world crafted by a witch’s hands. A world where there was only despair. A world that should be erased.
And he had found the witch in the middle of the labyrinth, waiting to be slain.
Perhaps he had only understood because of everyone he had ever met, Jack and he were the most alike. They were even more alike than his precious brother who could forget all of his sorrow. Jack could never forget, like Vincent, yet in the end he had given in to his despair.
So the knight had slain the witch at his request. Using the last gift the man had given him with a note that warned of the five minute effect of the poison, and a reassurance he still loved him. He told him then too he still loved him, and had given him one final gift.
It had been disgustingly easy to kill him. Even if it had broken Vincent’s body into a thousand pieces it still would have been too easy. He had killed him as easily he had so many others, here and at home. A single thought and it was done. Only the Chain’s shriek of delight reminded him of the contract he had made long ago for this power.
The power to execute whoever he wished.
So the black knight was left with a headless corpse in his arms, dagger still within the poisoned heart. Reality warped about him but he ignored the storm over head. With a single blood stained hand he removed the earrings and replaced them with a single one. As the blood dried on his cheek, Vincent noticed how lucky he was that he could not see Jack’s final expression of judgment from where his head had rolled a few feet away.
I really have lost everything.
Gilbert would not forgive this.
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Don't! [Of course, it's not immediately clear who she's speaking to.]
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Gilbert is always such a gentle and kind person. He always keeps people close to him, even when he shouldn't.
[He cocks the gun.]
Does Brother still have something, even now?
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I can only hold my brother's fragile body and push away my ugly feeling.
I'm nothing but a lowly person...
He doesn't pull the trigger in the end. Instead, he lunges forward in the path of the gun, ignoring the huge Chain hovering over Vincent's head as he attempts to tackle him to the ground, only inches from his fallen master's body.]
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Gilbert won't kill him, he can't.
Vincent begins to giggle, and it turns into a clattering and hysterical laughter. My weak and cruel brother-- you love too much to be merciful! Oh but he won't give in, he won't give in! He reaches up to ran his hand through that dark hair. His brother is so strong, he is bolstered by his every infirmity!]
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Ahiru, get out of here! Go find Alois or Ciel and stay with them until I come and find you!
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It takes a few additional moments before she moves past the frame of the door, running out into the hallway.]
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Brother should remember this.
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Remember what? [He hisses.]
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[His poor brother.]
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He covers his face with his hands and lets out a very long breath. Despite the faith that his brother is trying to remind him that he still has in him, he has absolutely no idea what to do now.]
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He only leaves destruction and despair in his wake.]
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This isn't the end here. He might come back. He might...
Or he might go home and wait for me.
Jack...I won't let you down again. I swear I won't! Please...please forgive me...
But before he can call for the police to send an ambulance to pick him up, he bows, lays his head down on the ground near Jack's, and cries weakly. For his fallen master that he couldn't say a first or second time, for his current master who has been taken from him twice, and for his brother who he's once again tossed aside without taking the time to try and understand what he's thinking.
When he's finished, the call to the police will be made, but for now he can do nothing else but cry for his hideous, selfish failures.]