HELL FOLLOWS WITH US FANFIC
Without New Nazareth, the flood has gotten weaker as a whole. leaves me feeding on more than usual. the rebuilding efforts haven’t truly started yet. It’s been .. two weeks, maybe? the world still in shock. And a part of me is too. somewhere deep in the probably hollow cavity of my own twisted ribcage.
The dominion still lingering when i close my eyes- the baby blue of theo’s gaze haunting the rotten lump of flesh he tries to call a brain.
The graces still listen to me, though they’re lost and afraid. More has started to gather at the bank, seeking some kind of direction. The leftover flood within them thrumming through my bones like a sick heartbeat.
Nick seems to sense that- the familiar tension in me when i get too lost in my own thoughts . His hand smoothing down the spines that had found themselves pricked up. While at the same time trying to keep the thrashing tail of stretched spine from smacking anything too hard and hurt- or break whatever could get knocked down.
The seraphim seems to listen to me- letting me re shape myself. I’m still tall as shit- all that extra mass doesn’t just vanish. bandages cover my shredded skin over my arms- legs.. chest. Anywhere with too much skin to leave bare.
Stretching out my hands and staring deep at the remnants of claws. bone twisted and broken into something horrible- nick seems to sense that. Taking my hands in his own, before pulling away a second later. a knock on the door pulls us from whatever sense of silence we had.
It’s Cormac, hesitating before stepping inside. My tongue runs along my teeth, still too sharp to be normal. Like broken glass, like they started.
“Uh- Nick? Vanguard’s here.” He seemed to avoid looking at me too closely, but that’s pretty regular. nick seemed to straighten himself, nodding along as he stood. I wanted to just follow his hand up and stay by his side. his face is still bandaged, and i feel a wave of guilt crash through me before i stand too- not quite touching nick but close enough to let him know im here.
He walks out close behind cormac, and a part of me snarls to stay behind in the room- that i’m a monster still. but that part doesn’t speak for me anymore- that fear. I follow.
As we walk down the hall of the bank, my mind wanders. How close the idea of heaven and hell can mix into a twisted image of both. A genocide disguised as savior, convincing the worst people in the worst times that they’re right. Though it truely doesn’t matter- shaking my head as if to shake the thoughts from my skull as we approach. i speed up to walk beside nick instead of behind, whispering to him.
My hand itches to grab his, but i see his head shake, so instead i settle with digging my claws into the fabric of the hoodie im wearing. Looking up at the vanguard just as nick is, listening to him speak. It’s tense- i see the adults practically squirm on their feet.
He speaks with that same conviction he’s respected for. The same firm tone that makes me shiver and drags me back to reality when i can’t seem to do so myself.
The vanguard looks at each other for a moment before one of them clears their throat.
“We’re here to discuss the- efforts in rebuilding.”
They were squirming in their skin, guilt heavy enough to taste in my mutilated throat. i want to say no, to scream at them that they don’t deserve that. that they’re the ones who had forsaken us. but i know i’m wrong. Nobody else could do what i did, even if they had all the weapons in the world.
Nobody else’s body could be torn apart to deeply to the molecules and be smushed back together into something that can still think in full sentences.
