#alusion

[apolunee]

alusions from the past month

[de-mortem]

The Span of a Kiss

SHIP: AluSion ( Alucard x Gusion )

SEXUALITY : Gay

ORIGINAL : https://my.w.tt/vo7tAwVKgZ

A/N : sorry if crap doesn't go properly, i don't use computer version. if you want to read it in full, please go check out my ao3 or wattpad account ^^ alsosorryivebeeninactivehereoop-

"It's just a short, quick scout around our territory for any demons or Abyssal soldiers.  I'll barely be gone."

Gusion pouted at Alucard's words.  "I just.. have a bad feeling about it.  They've been acting up a lot more recently and-"

"Gusion,"  Alucard interrupted him, taking his worrying lover's face into his hands.  "I'll be fine.  Trust me."  The blonde gave the other a quick peck on his forehead, causing a warmth in Gusion's cheeks.

"Pft.  That's it?  That'll barely last an hour after you left."

Alucard rose an eyebrow.  The flush on Gusion's cheeks worsened.

"Just kiss me on the lips, you asshat."

That had been their last interaction.  Gusion had trusted Alucard, trusted him not to get himself killed.  And, well, to the extent of Gusion's knowledge, he hadn't.  What had happened, though, was the patrol being ambushed by elite Abyssal soldiers that managed capture Alucard.  Of course, there was casualties on their side, the littered corpses stood as proof, the cost of attaining such a prize.

It'd been two months, now.

Gusion had been planning.

The details he hadn't told anyone, but to a few, he promised Alucard would be returning soon and he was damn set on making sure it happened.

His plan, though?  Stupid.  Reckless.  Horrible.  Yet, somehow, he had managed to follow it.

'Where is he right now?' you might ask, to which I will tell.

It'd gone smoothly, surpassingly.  He only had to kill one guard so far and that was to get the keys off of him.  The walls around him were thin, and he figured the only reason they weren't pushing up on his shoulders were because someone had complained about it.  From somewhere, Gusion heard the far off echoes of water dripping down onto the floor, and a cool draft hit him, making a shiver run up his spine.  It was ungodly dark in this current tunnel, and he could barely see, let alone know his own direction as the caved out corridor kept twisting and turning.  He didn't turn back, though.  Never.  Alucard was in here somewhere.  He had plans to follow and a promise to keep to others.  After an unknown amount of time to Gusion, the corridor finally opened up, widening to reveal rows of cells, singular torches lit every once and a while.  Gusion quickened his pace to a fast walk, then a jog, and then a run.  Alucard, Alucard, Alucard--all this cells were empty, where was Aluca--

Gusion's heart leapt to his throat.  There.  He skidded to a stop, almost had ran past the entire cell in general.  There Alucard was, clothes ragged, demonized arm exposed, bruises and cuts clearly visible with dried blood stained on his clothes.  "Alu!"  The other's name tumbled out of his mouth with out control, thankfully coming out as a whisper-yell. 

Alucard's head immediately snapped up at the familiar voice, eyes blinking a bit before focusing in on Gusion.  "G..Gus?"  His voice was raspy, as if damaged.

Gusion's hands gripped the cell bars, tears rising up into his eyes unexpectedly.  "Yes!  Gods, yes--I'm here.  I'm here."

Alucard shook his head and, with a bit of difficulty, staggered up right.  "You shouldn't be here."  He stated, stumbling over to the bars and holding onto them to keep himself upright.  "How.. How did you-"

"It doesn't matter.  I'm here to get you ou--what have they done to you?"  The question interrupted his thoughts, interrupted his own words he had been speaking.  In the low light in the cell, he hadn't been able to see it, but now that Alucard was closer to the light outside of his cell Gusion could clearly see it.  From the arm that had demonized before in Alucard's past, its skin black much akin to the night sky, had now spread upwards, visible at Alucard's neck, nearing his jawline.  Gusion brought out a hand and touched it, anger flaring through him.  How dare they?  How dare they do this to Alucard!  Those motherfucking--

"Gusion, please, you have to listen, you need to leave, this whole thing--"

"--was a trap."  The voice finished Alucard's sentence for him.  It was loud, clear, and all too familiar.  Alice, the unpure Queen of the Abyss.  "Do you like my work, Holy Blade?"

Gusion whirled around, anger written clear on his face.  Drawing a dagger, he rushed forward, only to stumble backwards as the demon used her blood magic to stun him for a few moments.  An amused look was on her face.  "Typical.  I assume you're here to rescue him, no?"

"Let him go."

"And why should I?  What offer could you possibly produce for him?"  Alice questioned, gesturing out with her hand as she took a few steps forward, grandly near Gusion because of the lack of space in the cold corridor.  The mage didn't waver.

"I offer myself."

"Gusion no!"  The words had barely left Gusion's mouth before Alucard yelled out his refusal, hands tightly gripping the bars confining him in his cell.

Alice merely laughed, a crazed laugh only a madman could possibly laugh.

Gusion defiantly stood in his place, waiting for an answer.

Finally, after her long burst of laughter ceased, a grin was lit upon Alice's face.  "Deal."

Relief spread through Gusion.  Alucard wouldn't be a prisoner in this hellhole anymore.  He turned around, facing Alucard once again.  "I need another kiss, the effects of your last kiss have worn off."

"Gusio--"

Alucard's anger-filled words were cut off by Gusion's lips upon his.  Alucard kissed back, reaching out with a hand to grasp at the nape of Gusion's neck, needing the touch of Gusion's skin other than his lips upon him, needing to have that contact.  The kiss only lasted a few seconds before Gusion was yanked back by the Demon Queen, and despite his situation, he shot a grin at Alucard.  "Better be back before that one's effect wears off too, yeah?"

And that was the last he had seen of Gusion.

⊱ ──────ஓ๑†๑ஓ ────── ⊰

The fight was over.  The unpure Demon Queen laid dead in her throne room after almost half a year after Alucard's release.  The trade had been a stupid one, utterly idiotic to trade one of the best Demon Hunters for a runaway noble.  Perhaps she had suspected Alucard would act stupid like his lover had, tried to rescue Gusion as Gusion had him.  No--Alucard wouldn't go on a suicide mission like that, wouldn't go only to die in front of Gusion.  Every moment was plagued with thoughts of Gusion, every time he closed his eyes, Gusion was there.  Gusion.  They wouldn't kill his Gusion, right?  He was too valuable, too prized to kill.  He belonged to the demon hunter and he was the only thing other than killing than drove him.  If they had Gusion, they had power over Alucard.  Yet, they were too late in trying to use that against him, shown as Alice's corpse bled out onto the stone of the floor.  Alucard briskly walked over to her corpse, ignoring the words of his teammates.  Nothing mattered except getting the keys and freeing Gusion.  From around Alice's neck Alucard's snapped off the necklace that held the familiar key to the dungeon and starting to make his way down the path he'd memorized, his walking turning into running as he made his way downwards to the dungeon, finding the staircase and taking three at a time.  Gusion.  He needed to find Gusion.

The main corridor leading to the dungeon was cramped and cold, but Alucard didn't slow his pace, only picked it up.  Quickly, the corridor widened, leading to the familiar dungeon.  He passed cell by cell, each either empty or holding a long-dead corpse, rare and few were the ones that had recently died.  Dread began to fill Alucard.  What if they had killed Gusion?  What if he was--there.

"Gusion!"  His love's name flew out from his lips automatically, not something he would ever had been able to stop.  His words received no response.  Quickly, he began to fumble with the key, inserted it into the lock and opening it, flinging the door up.  He practically threw himself onto the ground in front of Gusion.  Gusion--gods, his beautiful Gusion.  They'd hurt him, there were cuts lining his body, deep gashes of which some weren't even fully healed yet.  Recent.  Lightly, he brought his index and middle finger over one, gently touching it.  Gusion jerked back from his grasp, eyes opening and slightly glazed.  Panic filled them, and the inhabitant of the cell weakly tried to push away, driven by instinct.  Alucard immediately pulled away, mind taking a grasp of the situation.  He knew what was happening, knew why Gusion was backing away from his touch and it hurt.  He knew what the demons could do, knew the torture they were capable of.  It wasn't something he would wish on his worst enemy, and yet Gusion..!  Fuck.  "Gusion--it's me, it's okay, you're okay.  Breathe in and out.  Focus."  His voice was soft, soothing.  Gusion, led by the voice, did as instructed and, slowly, his mind grasped that Alucard wasn't just another cruel hallucination, grasped that he wasn't being grabbed to get tortured and he began to cry.

⊱ ──────ஓ๑†๑ஓ ────── ⊰

It took time for Gusion to just actually touch someone again, even longer to let someone else touch him first.  From his captivity, he became more quiet, on guard whenever he was outside, afraid of an abyssal demon coming out to take him again, to put him through more torture.  The nights were worse.  On those he could actually sleep were filled with nightmares of the hell he went through, and each time he woke up screaming, it utterly pained Alucard for him not to be able to reach out and hold Gusion, not to be able to rub soothing nothings onto the others back to help calm him down.  His voice was the only thing he could use to help Gusion, and he hated how little he could do as Gusion cried from the memories that badgered him.  Alucard knew what was happening, knew how Gusion was suffering, and he hated it.  It was unfair.  It was cruel.  He could do nothing to help.

Slowly, though, Gusion got better.  It was with time, and not with Gusion forcing himself.  The one time Gusion had forced himself had been disastrous--the hug had been more damaging than it had been healing.  But, as time passed, it got better.  One time, during breakfast, Gusion had reached out, gently placing his hand ontop of Alucard's.   Alucard didn't move his, not wanting to ruin this process Gusion was going through; he could feel the small tremor going through his love's hand, one that subsided as they went on with breakfast.  Time passed again, and Gusion progressed from small touches to actually holding Alucard's hand and being able to lean on the blonde for a short amount of time.

One day came as a surprise, though.

Alucard had stayed up with Gusion, refusing to sleep while Gusion stayed up.  As the first traces of the sun started to come up from the horizon, he got up, slipping his hand out from under Gusion's and headed to the kitchen, starting to make breakfast for the two.  He was about halfway through when he felt Gusion's arms wrap around him, the brunette's forehead lightly falling onto his back.  Alucard leaned over the counter, placing his face into his hands and began to cry as the light of dawn gently filled the kitchen.

Months passed on after that moment, and Gusion progressed more and more.  Another moment came up as surprised Alucard, too.  It'd been quite some time since the hug, and Gusion had vastly grown more comfortable with touch.  The two had been sitting down together on the couch, enjoying the silence.  Gusion's hand was on Alucard's, and he was letting Gusion idly play with his hand as the brunette's head laid on his shoulder.

Gusion's voice was quiet.  "I think the effect of your kiss has worn off again."

Alucard look down at Gusion, the other's words taking a second before they clicked.  "Are you sure?"  He asked, not wanting to force Gusion into something he wasn't ready for.

Gusion managed a feeble grin as he nodded, grey-blue eyes shimmering.  "Yeah.  Definitely."

Slowly, Alucard leaned down, not wanting to be too abrupt for Gusion before softly pressing his lips onto the other's.  Gusion didn't flinch away, didn't tear away.  In fact, he kissed Alucard back.  The kiss was short, but nonetheless filled Alucard to the brim with joy.  A wide smile was on his face when he pulled away.  "How long will that one last?"  He questioned.

Gusion's answer was simple, but seemed to brighten Alucard's view of everything in the room.  "Until I want another one."

[penhive]

Affirmative Prayers for a Financial Miracle

While on the course of my prayer life, I have discovered the secret of financial miracles by using the Bible as metaphoric allusions.  

Sarah’s Womb

Sarah birthed Isaac when she was very old and it was given as a promise to Abraham that he will beget a progeny of descendants.

I have used Sarah’s womb as a financial metaphor for getting the financial favor of God.

Dear God Jehovah Jesus and the Holy Spirit with your blood and grace, open up Sarah’s financial womb for me in my life.

Parting the Red Sea

God did a miracle and parted the Red Sea for the Israelites to escape from the Egyptians.

Dear God Jehovah Jesus and the Holy Spirit with your blood and grace part the Financial Red Sea for me in my life.

Wedding at Cana

Jesus turned water into wine at the wedding at Cana.

Dear God Jehovah Jesus and the Holy Spirit with your blood and grace serve me the financial wine at the Wedding at Cana.

Wedding Banquet

Jesus told the parable of the wedding banquet and in it those who were called did not come and then he invited all the sinners and the wrong doers.

Dear God Jehovah Jesus and the Holy Spirit with your blood and grace, serve me the financial menu of the wedding banquet.

Wall of Jericho

The Israelites marched seven times around the wall of Jericho and it fell.

Dear God Jehovah Jesus and the Holy Spirit with your blood and grace, shatter the blocked financial wall of Jericho.

Casting the net

The disciples were fishing all day and caught no fish and Jesus told them to cast the net onto the other side and lo they were able to haul a large catch of fish.

Dear God Jehovah Jesus and the Holy Spirit help me cast my financial net onto the miracle side of the sea so that I will haul a rich catch of financial fish.

Manna

The Israelites in their sojourn in the desert were fed with the manna from Heaven.

Dear God Jehovah Jesus and the Holy Spirit rain in a rich financial manna for me.

[leviathun]

"It's just a short, quick scout around our territory for any demons or Abyssal soldiers. I'll barely be gone."

Gusion pouted at Alucard's words. "I just.. have a bad feeling about it. They've been acting up a lot more recently and-"

"Gusion," Alucard interrupted him, taking his worrying lover's face into his hands. "I'll be fine. Trust me." The blonde gave the other a quick peck on his forehead, causing a warmth in Gusion's cheeks.

"Pft. That's it? That'll barely last an hour after you left."

Alucard rose an eyebrow. The flush on Gusion's cheeks worsened.

"Just kiss me on the lips, you asshat."

That had been their last interaction. Gusion had trusted Alucard, trusted him not to get himself killed. And, well, to the extent of Gusion's knowledge, he hadn't. What had happened, though, was the patrol being ambushed by elite Abyssal soldiers that managed capture Alucard. Of course, there was casualties on their side, the littered corpses stood as proof, the cost of attaining such a prize.

It'd been two months, now.

Gusion had been planning.

The details he hadn't told anyone, but to a few, he promised Alucard would be returning soon and he was damn set on making sure it happened.

His plan, though? Stupid. Reckless. Horrible. Yet, somehow, he had managed to follow it.

'Where is he right now?' one might ask, to which can be told.

It'd gone smoothly, surpassingly. He only had to kill one guard so far and that was to get the keys off of him. The walls around him were thin, and he figured the only reason they weren't pushing up on his shoulders were because someone had complained about it. From somewhere, Gusion heard the far off echoes of water dripping down onto the floor, and a cool draft hit him, making a shiver run up his spine. It was ungodly dark in this current tunnel, and he could barely see, let alone know his own direction as the caved out corridor kept twisting and turning. He didn't turn back, though. Never. Alucard was in here somewhere. He had plans to follow and a promise to keep to others. After an unknown amount of time to Gusion, the corridor finally opened up, widening to reveal rows of cells, singular torches lit every once and a while. Gusion quickened his pace to a fast walk, then a jog, and then a run. Alucard, Alucard, Alucard--all this cells were empty, where was Aluca--

Gusion's heart leapt to his throat. There. He skidded to a stop, almost had ran past the entire cell in general. There Alucard was, clothes ragged, demonized arm exposed, bruises and cuts clearly visible with dried blood stained on his clothes. "Alu!" The other's name tumbled out of his mouth with out control, thankfully coming out as a whisper-yell.

Alucard's head immediately snapped up at the familiar voice, eyes blinking a bit before focusing in on Gusion. "G..Gus?" His voice was raspy, as if damaged.

Gusion's hands gripped the cell bars, tears rising up into his eyes unexpectedly. "Yes! Gods, yes--I'm here. I'm here."

Alucard shook his head and, with a bit of difficulty, staggered up right. "You shouldn't be here." He stated, stumbling over to the bars and holding onto them to keep himself upright. "How.. How did you-"

"It doesn't matter. I'm here to get you ou--what have they done to you?" The question interrupted his thoughts, interrupted his own words he had been speaking. In the low light in the cell, he hadn't been able to see it, but now that Alucard was closer to the light outside of his cell Gusion could clearly see it. From the arm that had demonized before in Alucard's past, its skin black much akin to the night sky, had now spread upwards, visible at Alucard's neck, nearing his jawline. Gusion brought out a hand and touched it, anger flaring through him. How dare they? How dare they do this to Alucard! Those motherfucking--

"Gusion, please, you have to listen, you need to leave, this whole thing--"

"--was a trap." A voice finished Alucard's sentence for him. It was loud, clear, and all too familiar. Alice, the unpure Queen of the Abyss. "Do you like my work, Holy Blade?"

Gusion whirled around, anger written clear on his face. Drawing a dagger, he rushed forward, only to stumble backwards as the demon used her blood magic to stun him for a few moments. An amused look was on her face. "Typical. I assume you're here to rescue him, no?"

"Let him go."

"And why should I? What offer could you possibly produce for him?" Alice questioned, gesturing out with her hand as she took a few steps forward, grandly near Gusion because of the lack of space in the cold corridor. The mage didn't waver.

"I offer myself."

"Gusion no!" The words had barely left Gusion's mouth before Alucard yelled out his refusal, hands tightly gripping the bars confining him in his cell.

Alice merely laughed, a crazed laugh only a madman could possibly laugh.

Gusion defiantly stood in his place, waiting for an answer.

Finally, after her long burst of laughter ceased, a grin was lit upon Alice's face. "Deal."

Relief spread through Gusion. Alucard wouldn't be a prisoner in this hellhole anymore. He turned around, facing Alucard once again. "I need another kiss, the effects of your last kiss have worn off."

"Gusio--"

Alucard's anger-filled words were cut off by Gusion's lips upon his. Alucard kissed back, reaching out with a hand to grasp at the nape of Gusion's neck, needing the touch of Gusion's skin other than his lips upon him, needing to have that contact. The kiss only lasted a few seconds before Gusion was yanked back by the Demon Queen, and despite his situation, he shot a grin at Alucard. "Better be back before that one's effect wears off too, yeah?"

And that was the last he had seen of Gusion.

⊱ ──────ஓ๑†๑ஓ ────── ⊰

The fight was over. The unpure Demon Queen laid dead in her throne room after almost half a year after Alucard's release. The trade had been a stupid one, utterly idiotic to trade one of the best Demon Hunters for a runaway noble. Perhaps she had suspected Alucard would act stupid like his lover had, tried to rescue Gusion as Gusion had him. No--Alucard wouldn't go on a suicide mission like that, wouldn't go only to die in front of Gusion. Every moment was plagued with thoughts of Gusion, every time he closed his eyes, Gusion was there. Gusion. They wouldn't kill his Gusion, right? He was too valuable, too prized to kill. He belonged to the demon hunter and he was the only thing other than killing than drove him. If they had Gusion, they had power over Alucard. Yet, they were too late in trying to use that against him, shown as Alice's corpse bled out onto the stone of the floor. Alucard briskly walked over to her corpse, ignoring the words of his teammates. Nothing mattered except getting the keys and freeing Gusion. From around Alice's neck Alucard's snapped off the necklace that held the familiar key to the dungeon and starting to make his way down the path he'd memorized, his walking turning into running as he made his way downwards to the dungeon, finding the staircase and taking three at a time. Gusion. He needed to find Gusion.

The main corridor leading to the dungeon was cramped and cold, but Alucard didn't slow his pace, only picked it up. Quickly, the corridor widened, leading to the familiar dungeon. He passed cell by cell, each either empty or holding a long-dead corpse, rare and few were the ones that had recently died. Dread began to fill Alucard. What if they had killed Gusion? What if he was--there.

"Gusion!" His love's name flew out from his lips automatically, not something he would ever had been able to stop. His words received no response. Quickly, he began to fumble with the key, inserted it into the lock and opening it, flinging the door up. He practically threw himself onto the ground in front of Gusion. Gusion--gods, his beautiful Gusion. They'd hurt him, there were cuts lining his body, deep gashes of which some weren't even fully healed yet. Recent. Lightly, he brought his index and middle finger over one, gently touching it. Gusion jerked back from his grasp, eyes opening and slightly glazed. Panic filled them, and the inhabitant of the cell weakly tried to push away, driven by instinct. Alucard immediately pulled away, mind taking a grasp of the situation. He knew what was happening, knew why Gusion was backing away from his touch and it hurt. He knew what the demons could do, knew the torture they were capable of. It wasn't something he would wish on his worst enemy, and yet Gusion..! Fuck. "Gusion--it's me, it's okay, you're okay. Breathe in and out. Focus." His voice was soft, soothing. Gusion, led by the voice, did as instructed and, slowly, his mind grasped that Alucard wasn't just another cruel hallucination, grasped that he wasn't being grabbed to get tortured and he began to cry.

⊱ ──────ஓ๑†๑ஓ ────── ⊰

It took time for Gusion to just actually touch someone again, even longer to let someone else touch him first. From his captivity, he became more quiet, on guard whenever he was outside, afraid of an abyssal demon coming out to take him again, to put him through more torture. The nights were worse. On those he could actually sleep were filled with nightmares of the hell he went through, and each time he woke up screaming, it utterly pained Alucard for him not to be able to reach out and hold Gusion, not to be able to rub soothing nothings onto the others back to help calm him down. His voice was the only thing he could use to help Gusion, and he hated how little he could do as Gusion cried from the memories that badgered him. Alucard knew what was happening, knew how Gusion was suffering, and he hated it. It was unfair. It was cruel. He could do nothing to help.

Slowly, though, Gusion got better. It was with time, and not with Gusion forcing himself. The one time Gusion had forced himself had been disastrous--the hug had been more damaging than it had been healing. But, as time passed, it got better.

One day, during breakfast, Gusion had reached out, gently placing his hand ontop of Alucard's. Alucard didn't move his, not wanting to ruin this process Gusion was going through; he could feel the small tremor going through his love's hand, one that subsided as they went on with breakfast. Time passed again, and Gusion progressed from small touches to actually holding Alucard's hand and being able to lean on the blonde for a short amount of time.

Another day came as a surprise, though.

Alucard had stayed up with Gusion, refusing to sleep while Gusion stayed up. As the first traces of the sun started to come up from the horizon, he got up, slipping his hand out from under Gusion's and headed to the kitchen, starting to make breakfast for the two. He was about halfway through when he felt Gusion's arms wrap around him, the brunette's forehead lightly falling onto his back. At first,, Alucard did nothing in response, fearful of making any sudden movements to unintentionally startle Gusion. As the moment sunk in, Alucard slowly leaned over the counter, placing his face into his hands and began to cry as the light of dawn gently filled the kitchen.

Months passed on after that moment, and Gusion progressed more and more. Another day came up as surprised Alucard, too. It'd been quite some time since the hug, and Gusion had vastly grown more comfortable with touch. The two had been sitting down together on the couch, enjoying the silence. Gusion's hand was on Alucard's, and he was letting Gusion idly play with his hand as the brunette's head laid on his shoulder.

Gusion's voice was quiet. "I think the effect of your kiss has worn off again."

Alucard look down at Gusion, the other's words taking a second before they clicked. "Are you sure?" He asked, not wanting to force Gusion into something he wasn't ready for.

Gusion managed a feeble grin as he nodded, grey-blue eyes shimmering. "Yeah. Definitely."

Slowly, Alucard leaned down, not wanting to be too abrupt for Gusion before softly pressing his lips onto the other's. Gusion didn't flinch away, didn't tear away. In fact, he kissed Alucard back. The kiss was short, but nonetheless filled Alucard to the brim with joy. A wide smile was on his face when he pulled away. "How long will that one last?" He questioned.

Gusion's answer was simple, but seemed to brighten Alucard's view of everything in the room. "Until I want another one."

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Don't Leave [ Oneshot ]

WARNINGS: Major angst.

WRITER / CREATOR: Adhara from Wattpad ( @flxttering ), https://my.w.tt/qyPLttl4zO

WORD COUNT: 1177

EXTRA: This is an unedited piece, there may be spelling and grammatical errors

Despite Alucard's best efforts, the creaking and dip of the bed woke Gusion up as he tried to silently get off of it.

❝Do you have to take a piss or some shit?❞ Gusion mumbled out, sleepily watching Alucard through half-lidded eyes.  His mumble earned a quiet chuckle from Alucard.

❝No.  Mission.❞

A sigh escaped Gusion and he sat up, lifting up a hand to stop Alucard from protesting against him getting up.  A bit more alert now, he stated, ❝I'm coming with.❞

A solemn look appeared in Alucard's face and he shook his head.  ❝No.  There is no way in hell--❞

❝We both know I'm the stubborner one out of us, Al.❞ Gusion remarked, raising a brow.  It was true--once he was determined, there was about no damn chance that he could be persuaded to do otherwise. 

Alucard's lips slightly turned downwards,  ghost of a frown on his face as he crossed his arms, knowing it was true.  Sucking in a breath, he continued to protest, ❝My missions are dangers, and have a high chance of--❞

❝Death.  I know, asshole, why do you think I'm going with you?❞  Once again, Gusion had butt into Alucard's sentence.  An annoyed look quickly crossed  over Alucard's face.

This time, it was Alucard's turn to sigh, shoulders slightly sinking.  A posture of defeat.  ❝Fine, just.. Don't do anything stupid, alright?❞  He asked, uncrossing his arms as Gusion smirked.

❝Same goes to you.❞ Gusion responded, walking over and giving Alucard a small peck on the cheek.

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The demons they were brought to could be categorized onto two categories--the usual level of horrifying, and then horrifying.  As in gut-wrenching-I-want-to-puke horrifying.   The creatures were tall and lanky, what could be considered as their 'ribs' could sickly be seen defined through their rotting flesh.  Their flesh, though, it had multiple sunken spots on it, looking like holes ranging from small to large littering their bodies.  The top half of their heads were nonexistent, having no eyes to see with.  They seemed to navigate and attack based on sounds created by their adversaries by extending their arm length, its flesh branching off similarly to a tree branch.  Ironically enough, their skin was about as tough as tree bark.  They were quite difficult to kill, but not impossible.  Their attacks were dodgeable enough, thankfully.

The horrifying demons were their first and main target before the other ones, and they were quickly eradicated by the duo. 

❝Do you have anything in mind for breakfast?❞ Gusion asked over the ruckus of the fight, throwing a dagger at one of the demons and rushing over to it, killing the thing before it could fight back.  They were surprisingly weak.

A disbelieving huff came from Alucard.  ❝It is three in the damn morning and you're asking what we should eat for breakfast?❞

❝Congrats, you were listening to what I said.  But no reward, you didn't answer what you wanted.❞

❝Are you serious--❞ Alucard was cut off as a dagger flew through the air in front of him and slammed itself through a demon near his side, instantly killing it.

❝Completely, love.❞Gusion hummed, a smirk appearing on his face at the glare he received from the demon hunter, a crack of a twig breaking underneath his foot as he stepped upon it.

Alucard had turned his attention back to the remaining few demons in front of him, about to throw a remark back at Gusion as he slashed his sword in an arc, killing the demons in front of him and the few behind them as the effect of the blow continued on wards when he saw a sight that horrified him.  One of those tree-like bastards hidden in the nearby edge of the forest, his arm pointed directly at an unsuspecting Gusion in the clearing beside it.  ❝Gusion!❞  Alucard yelled out, time seeming to slow as he dragged his head to look at the demon to the diagonal of Gusion and point his finger at it.  A brief, momentary confusion appearing on Gusion's face as he looked at Alucard before his gaze flicked to the demon, surely a curse uttered under his breath as his eyes widened in panic.  He turned to face the demon, arm brought up to throw his dagger at it.  Every moment seemed to pause and embed itself into Alucard's memory, the only thing he could think being 'Not him' as the demon's arm seemed to slowly branch out towards Gusion's, the other's dagger silently flying above the arm as it slowly went to its target.  Too late, all too late.  A sudden contortion of pain appeared on Gusion's face as the arm made its way through his chest, its branches piercing his shoulder and lower stomach, staying there for a few seconds before disintegrating at the dagger hit its mark, killing the creature. 

❝A-Ah...❞  The word was softly choked out, Gusion's eyes impossibly wide as his body started to fall downwards, Alucard running forward as fast as he could, dropping his sword in the process as he caught Gusion's falling body before it hit the ground completely.  Gusion's eyes were already slightly glassed over, a look of shock on his face.  ❝I-I guess I w-wasn't.. fast enough...❞  He mumbled, his breaths becoming shallower.

Alucard slowly sunk to his knees, bringing the two to the ground.  ❝Gusion--please, no--d-don't do this, don't--❞Hechoked out, the word die falling getting caught in his throat, unable to say the word.  Frantically, he used one of his hands to try and put pressure on the largest wound, the main hole in Gusion's chest caused by the main part of the demon's arm slicing through him.  A groan of pain left Gusion at the action.

❝S-Stop--❞

❝No, I can't let you--❞

❝Alucard.❞  Gusion rasped out, eyes boring into the other's.  ❝It's too late.  I-I wasn't fast enough.❞ He mumbled out, raising up a hand to cup Alucard's cheek weakly.

Reluctantly, Alucard let his hand slip off the wound, and instead grabbed Gusion's hand with his own bloodied one, taking the hand off of his cheek.  Tears ran down his cheeks, dammed up streams, rushing downwards.  ❝Please--❞  He sobbed, cutting himself off.

❝Alucard--❞

❝No.  You can't di--❞

❝--you brought me so much happiness--❞

❝Please--❞

❝--I'm so, so happy that I--❞

❝Gusion--❞

❝--got to spend a part of my life with you--❞

❝Don't die, don't die, don't leave me--❞

❝--I love you.❞

❝Gusion--❞Alucard called out, shoulders heaving at his unusual breaths as he didn't see Gusion's rise, didn't feel his lover take another breath.  ❝Gusion!❞  He screamed out, eyes tightly screwing shut as he gripped's Gusion's still warm body, head lowering onto the no longer rising or falling chest as sobs racked through his body.  ❝Don't leave me, please, don't leave me--❞  He blubbered out, repeating his earlier words to ears that wouldn't hear anymore.  ❝I love you--please--❞  He begged, grip tightening on the body in his arms.  ❝P-Please.. don't leave me... ❞

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Vic and the Crux: The Mist of the Andes a few miles North.

The name comes as wordplay for Victor-Andres Cruz, a Boston-based multi-instrumentalist, singer-songwriter, beer enthusiast, coffee loving human. After years of collaboration composing, arranging, …

Vic and the Crux: The Mist of the Andes a few miles North.