#celestial anti

[jaeyleo]

ok i dunno if you have other prompts ur workin on and if so my apologies!! but 24: "you never listen, but that’s okay, because after i finish carving up your little friend over here i think you’re going to be able to hear me just fine." with anti, jamie, and chase? trifecta of me being sad

tws: read tags

dude prompts are always welcome don’t even worry abt it ily

———

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

Tears streaming down flushed and hot cheeks, shimmering against the harsh lights of the basement. Chase sits tied down, gagged and breathless as he tries to keep himself conscious. He can feel the blood leaking out of every wound with each beat of his heart. Dripping, soaking, warm agaisnt his clothes.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

Jameson stands at the opposite side of the room, knife in hand. There is no blood on his skin, and no blood on the blade he holds. Not yet, anyway.

“Come on!” Anti cries, the boredom of this almsot lulling him to sleep. “Cut him up, James! I know you know how to do it, dont make me do it for you.”

Jameson cringes at the thought, taking a step closer to Chase.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I’m so fucking sorry.

Jameson bends down, looking his friend in the eyes. Chase knows what’s coming, what has to be done. Still, his face contorts into nothing but cold fear and pain, waiting for Jameson, sweet, loving, wonderfully kind Jameson, to gut him like a pig, and ignore his begs for both of their sakes.

Chase blinks away tears, trying his best to make this easy.

It’s okay.

It’s alright.

Don’t be afraid.

Anti stalks closer, a hunger in his eyes so strong you could taste it in the room. His tongue sits between his teeth as he grins, waiting, come on, do it, puppy.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

Jameson’s hands are quick, calculated as he moves. The knife slides effortlessly into the chest of his target, drawing blood, touching bone, forcing the victim of his cruel intentions to scream as they are cut.

Anti stumbles back, black blood gushing down his chest. In his moment of disorientation, Jameson strikes again, cutting open the healed scar on his throat, the same mark he gave the monster many, many years ago.

Anti screams aloud, grabbing the wrists of his attacker and throwing him into the wall. Jameson’s skull hits the cement so hard he almost vomits.

“Stupid fucking toy,” Anti seethes, his words wet with blood. The same black that weeps from his throat and chest drips from his mouth, and he chokes, tossing his puppet to the floor.

“You never listen, James. But that’s okay!”

He drags the man by his hair, chaining him to the wall. He has no way to apologize, or beg, or pray, or tell Chase he knew he should have just cut him up and watched him bleed like a dying animal instead, because now, he will take the punishment for Jameson’s defiance.

“After I finish carving up your little friend over here I think you’ll be able to hear me just fine, don’t you think, James?”

Anti takes the knife he was cut with and stabs it into Jameson’s hand, watching him scream and scream with no sound. The black blood begins to mix with the red that pours down his arm, toxic, toxic, toxic in his veins.

Anti wipes it off on his shirt, and begins to step toward Chase. “Take this as a learning opportunity, Pink.” he growls, and begins his torment.

Chase screams, screams so loud even through the rag shoved into his mouth. Every noise that comes from his throat is fueled in agony, writhing and bubbling in his throat as the knife the monster holds digs and twists inside his body, sliding agaisnt his bones and eating his skin away.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

[jaeyleo]

excuse the poor lighting!!! but i (yet again) redesigned morilius and antavriel’s celestial bodies. here is a HECKA messy and unfinished sketch of antavriel before and after corruption! some details may change :3

[jaeyleo]

(based of my most recent reblog)

tws: violence, blood, mentions of death, fire

———

There is hell here.

There is hell here now, with a furious Knight, trained to be wild. There is hell here, when the ground around him has burst into flames and his hands glow with that awful fire. Scarlet glowing eyes, filled with vengeance and wrath, bring hell to the monster they bore into.

There is hell here.

"Calm down, Jonathan." Anti says, from across the Denmark field. He glances to Jameson, who sits with his back pressed against the old house, bleeding and exhausted from the torture in just three days with Anti. "We don't want to make Uncle Jamie upset, do we?"

"Shut up." Johnny spits. He knows this game. He knows Anti wants him to attack. Be a wild dog. His wild dog. "I'll rip your fucking heart out for what you've done, Anti."

Anti laughs at this, his blue eyes darkening at the thought. "Oh?" he taunts, and steps closer. "You want to kill me, is that it? Like you killed that man two years ago? Like you'll kill Jameson when I take over your mind?"

Be careful, King.

Silent wind takes the fire from Jonathan's hands, rushing it into the monsters chest. It takes hold of him, burning him, making him scream and shoving his disgusting words down his throat as it crawls down his esophagus. How does it feel to taste your own medicine, King?

Black snakes of tendrils come bleeding from Anti's body, rushing toward Jonathan. They yank his wrists and hands down, forcing him to the ground, but are soon buried by the fire they forced themselves into. In a fit of agony, Anti sends them toward Jameson, wrapping around his neck and wrists and climbing into his bones to lift him up, up up into the air, silently wailing.

Be careful, King.

The Knight screams, sending the fire to devour the tendrils which torture his Uncle. Jameson falls back to the ground, and the hell which is held within the Knight, the boy, Jonathan, is set free.

He screams and his voice comes as thunder. He charges and his body has turned into fire. He runs, and his body is carried by a pair of wings, jagged and armored in a Knight's sleeping blood awoken.

His tongue spits a language he does not recognize, and Anti is on the ground, wailing like a child cries for its mother. The fire eats the monster alive, devouring his very body and soul, stinging and eating and using his bones as a vessel for the fire which needs containment.

"I'll rip you apart!!" Jonathan screams, tears rolling down his cheeks with a kiss of the sun within the drops. "I'll kill you!! I'll fucking kill you I'll kill you I'll kill you I'll kill you!!!!!"

Jonathan screams once more, and fire erupts in the grass around him. It tears the Earth's ground, and voices belonging to the sky sing and sing, to calm the Knight.

But the Knight does not listen.

Anti's blood covers the ground, and he lays half dead against the Earth. He stares up at the boy, his boy, his wild dog, and smiles. "Then kill me," he whispers in Danish.

Jonathan raises his hands, fueled with fire and hatred, ready to finish it. To kill the King, once and for all.

He sobs, and flinches as a pair of shaking hands find his shoulders. Jonathan whips his body round, finding his Uncle, on his knees reaching up from the fire, which burned his legs as he crawled through it. "Come down," he signs, and tugs on Jonathan's shirt. "Come here."

Jonathan lets out a sob, and sinks down to the ground. The fire on his hands dies out, and the fire on the ground slowly fades, ceasing to lick and lap at Jameson's body. His clothes are burnt and his body has stopped bleeding from it all.

Jameson holds his nephew, tight, tight, tight and safe. Warm, loving, gentle, he rocks him, he hushes his sobs, he rubs his back and his hair. He holds the boy, his nephew, his Jonathan, and doesn't let him go.

Anti's body lay unconscious on the ground, still and silent. Recover. Recover. He must recover, for there is hell here.

There is hell in the boy, who sobs his heart into his Uncle's arms. There is hell in the boy, who turns away the Knight's power in its moment of hunger. Kill the corruption, it says to him. But the boy does not listen.

There is hell here now, in this moment of grief. But Jameson stays, holding his nephew, hushing his nephew, saving his nephew from the guilt of blood stained forever on his hands.

There is hell here.

But heaven is coming.

[jaeyleo]

Ooooooohohoho “Forever.” with Anti and Marvin???

tws: read tags

this is not canon just yet! just testin some stuff out. i hope it hurts!

———

Maybe this is it.

Maybe this is it, he thinks. Feeling that warmth come back into his chest, painful and unforgiving as it takes his body back. It dissolves the cold like acid to a spoon, and at first, it hurts.

Anti sobs as he feels it take over, loving him, holding him, drowning him in words and wishes and music and warmth, dropping him right in the deep end of it all. His hands, shaking and terrified, reach up to his brother. Reach up, to hold his twin’s wrists, one sitting on the side of his face, and the other at his heart.

The light grows inside his chest, his brain, his everything. “Brother...!” Anti cries, gripping his twin even tighter as his body is pressed into the dirt of the ground. “It hurts! Brother it hurts, stop it! Stop it stop it!”

It’s like sticking your hands in the snow, letting it freeze your fingers and hold your joints until they’re stiff, and then shoving them under water that steams as it hits the kitchen sink. It’s like jumping into the hot tub, right after being in a cold pool. It hurts. And he feels it all, all over his body.

“Brother- M- Morilius! Please!!”

Marvin sobs, holding his brother down as he saves him from corruption. He feels the light growing, he feels the void fading and the vile blood inside his twin brother’s veins turning from a thick black to a soft silver. It will run gold once again. It will run gold.

Anti screams, his voice deafening the skies and reaching out of his mouth like lighting from the clouds. His voice is booming, tearing his throat apart as it rips from within his bones, his body, the deepest parts of pain and suffering hitting him all at once.

He thrashes, wailing and wailing as he feels lava poured into his mouth and chest and everywhere else, begging, begging, brother, brother, stop this stop this!!!

Time passes slowly, but soon, his body is limp. His voice is quiet, his bones are shattered glass. He isn’t Him anymore.

Marvin’s hands crawl around his brother’s body, feeling his wounds as he lay still on the ground. “Brother?” he croaks, feeling just a ghost of the corruption left.

His light is back. Anti is dead.

Marvin’s tears drip down onto his twin, his little brother, little brother by less than a day. His hands run through his hair, and wipe away the blood and tears that stain his face.

His light is back. Anti is dead.

“Little brother,” Morilius whimpers, listening close to those labored, tiny breaths his twin forces out. The pain is over, and it’s only warm. Warm. His own warm, back in his own body.

“Morilius,” Antavriel whispers. His eyes are distant, hazy and fogged, full of sleepy daydreams and confusion. “Am I sleeping?”

“No,” Morilius sobs, laying his head against his twin’s chest, feeling the warm fire beginning to burn again instead of the winter’s tears that forever rained within him. “No, no. You’re awake... you’re alive... you’re alive......”

Morilius picks up his brother’s upper half, holding him so close to his chest. He rocks him, rocks him and hushes him. Anti is dead. Anti is dead. Antavriel is home. Anti is dead.

Antavriel closes his eyes, trembling within Marvin’s hold. Shaking fingers grip his brother’s sweater, which soaks the tears from both of their eyes.

“Have we been sleeping?” Antavriel asks, remembering a nightmare, filled with screams and death and pain, filled with crying men and dying knights, filled with blood and prayers and screams for help so raw and terrifying his tears fall twice as fast down his face. What an awful nightmare. His hands could never be so bloody.

“You have, Antavriel.”

“I’ve been sleeping? How long?”

A sob cuts through Marvin’s throat, and he grips his brother tighter. Antavriel is home. His Antavriel, so dazed and lonely. His baby brother, his other half, the home his heart belongs to.

“Oh, forever,” Marvin whispers, kissing the top of Antavriel’s hair. “But you’re awake now, yes? It’s alright....... everything will be alright...”

[jaeyleo]

“What did you just say?” w/ Johnny and Anti oh shittttttttt..........

tws: seizure, blood, brief psychological torture

———

Johnny drops to his knees, blood dripping down his nose as the power exhaustion from hours of training finally hits him. His head pounds like a drum with every beat of his heart, and he can feel his lungs pressing up against his ribs when he breathes.

“I c- I can’t do this anymore,” he heaves, clutching a hand to his chest. His red jacket is stained in a deeper crimson, which only grows as the seconds pass. It’s warm against the air outside, wetting his fingertips in the color.

“Yes you can,” Anti replies, walking closer to the teen. “Get up. Dust yourself off, just because I call you Bambi doesn’t mean you need to act like him.”

Jonathan groans, sinking farther to the ground. On wobbly knees he tries to stand, only to fall to the dirt once more. He drags his hand across his blood weeping nose, and coughs as his lungs ache and protest in his efforts to move. His adrenaline is so high he barely feels the pain of it.

“Stand up. Let’s go.”

“Ahhg! I can’t do this Antavriel, stop it!”

Confusion falls over the boy’s face at the name he spat out. The name he doesn’t recognize, but at the same time, is so eerily familiar.

“What did you just say?” asks Anti, his voice a low threatening growl. Tread carefully boy, says the tone of it.

Jonathan looks up to the monster, fear striking his heart as he sees a flicker of anger in his eyes. “I- I don’t know, it- it just came out. I don’t know that name.”

“Where did you hear it?”

“No where, Anti. It just came out- ah!”

Anti’s eyes have gone completely black, swirling with the silver of the skies and ebony smoke. A wave of intangible energy is sent into the boy’s brain, searching for a memory that isn’t there. It crawls further, into the Knight that is harbored inside, tucked away from the world. There it is. That name, Antavriel, kind and sweet as honey.

Jonathan screams, holding his head and falling the rest of the way to the ground. Oceans upon oceans of tears fall from his eyes, and blood begins to drip from his ears. “I’m sorry I’m sorry!” he wails, curling into himself from the agony. “I’m sorry!! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry!!!”

Anti lets his magic go, satisfied the boy wasn’t lying. He doesn’t know the name. And he won’t remember saying it, when the King takes the memory of it dripping out of his mouth.

He stares down at the child, who now convulses and shakes. His eyes have rolled to the back of his brain, and he bites his tongue, over and over and over again. His lungs wheeze and force air from his throat each time his back hits the ground.

Anti’s expression softens, and he puts the boy’s screaming brain to rest. Perhaps the Knight was correct. He can’t do this today.

[jaeyleo]

“Can I join you?” Johnny and maybe Antavriel (or Anti if not Antavriel)

Jonathan’s hands run easy on the clay, molding it, moving it, turning it round as a ballerina turns in a music box. It stains his fingers in a greyish tan, and fills his nose with the soft scent of clay as he breathes, easy, easy, easy.

Antavriel watches the boy from the doorway, before walking into the room with a sandwich and a glass of mango flavored tea.

“I brought you some food,” Antavriel says, setting the plate and glass down on the table beside them. “Can I join you for a moment?”

“Yeah.”

Antavriel’s sits across the boy and his eyes wander the room, listening to the humming table turn as Jonathan molds the clay into what looks to be a bowl. The soft, honeyed sighs of the sun fall gentle through the room’s window, dancing with the dust that carries itself through the house. The light warms the air, casting shadows across the floor as the trees outside dance in the light. For a moment, Antavriel is quiet, feeling the warmth of the sun and the gentle breaths of the Earth beneath his feet.

Jonathan sighs, slowing the turning table and crushing the clay beneath his hands. He folds it over, over, turning it back into the lump of nothing it was before he started.

“Why did you do that?” asks Antavriel. “It was pretty.”

“I didn’t like it.”

“You never like the things you make.”

Jonathan laughs, though he hides his smile away by turning his back, walking toward the sink. “Shit.” he says.

The water turns on, warm and clear agaisnt his hands. Antavriel watches, with a curious sort of manner, as bubbles of soap rise agaisnt his skin. He can smell clay. He can taste the dust in the air. He can hear the gentle beats of the boy’s heart, relaxed, unafraid. Easy, easy, easy.

Jonathan returns to his seat, giving half the sandwich to Antavriel. He doesn’t like to eat alone.

Soft chatter fills the air, low and warm like the humming table. The sun’s sighs become heavier as the time passes, and she falls farther into the sky, eager for the moon to take her place once more.

Antavriel’s presence here is welcome. Warm. It’s a sighing sun and dancing trees, swirling dust and grey stained fingers forming a lump of clay into a beautiful bowl. It’s a shared sandwich, with mango flavored tea and voices soft as not to disturb the sleepy kitten that roams about on the warmer days like these.

It’s moments like this, where everything is safe. Easy, easy, easy. Welcomed to join, to stay and watch the clay fall beneath the hands of its molder. To be created into something new, something with love and warmth and shared sandwiches and mango flavored teas.

They finish their food, and Jonathan washes his hands of the crumbs and oils. He dips his hands in a bowl of water beside him, and starts once more, kneading the clay with his hands. Easy, easy, easy.

[jaeyleo]

"please! Stop it! Stop!" With Anti and whatever's left of Marvin?

A scream tears through Marvin’s throat as he is casted into the water. He has no time to react before hands are pushing him down, holding him, forcing his body inside the salty oceans.

He struggles against his brother, the water around him beginning to boil. The vengeful song of a siren is heard, and in a second Anti is being dragged down, held and bitten in his throat and stomach and scratched in his face and-

Marvin rips him from her grasp, tossing him to the shore like a little doll.

“Stop this!” he hollers, but is hushed as he is tied down to the sand by black tendrils of freezing clouds.

Thick ebony blood seeps from Anti’s shirt, dripping on the sand. There are three scratches on his cheek, and a nasty bite mark on his neck that weeps the ebony as well. A little tooth is stuck inside his skin.

“Stop trying to save me from myself!” he screams, sending another tendril to stab into his brother’s chest. Gold blood bursts from the wound, and runs down his ocean bathed clothes.

“I’m happy as this!” Antavriel cries, sending another tendril, and another, and another. Morilius weeps more than gold, now.

“I want to be a monster! I want to be feared, I want to fucking kill you!”

Antavriel screams, raw and wrathful as he pushes his brother far, and pulls him back with black hooks made of the same ebony. The Earth quakes beneath them, the sky is clouded in darkness and the sirens have began to sing a very angry song. Something even Anti has to push away the water for, drowning them in their own music.

“Please!” Morilius cries, screaming, screaming screaming as he feels his brother’s magic feeding inside his bones. “Stop it! Stop, brother, stop!”

He sends another tendril, but it is stopped by an explosion. Anti is sent sprawling to the ground, digging his shoulder into the Earth as he screams some more.

Thrashing, roaring in anger as he is held down by the sand and the water and the light of an un- Earthly sun, Antavriel bleeds black from his eyes, black from his eyes which carry the darkness of a sky with no stars.

Morilius speaks to him in their own tongues, summoning cracks of thunder and crashing waves of the ocean. His eyes, his unseeing eyes, are hurricanes, storms of war fueld not with hatred but love.

“Stop!” he cries, speaking English now, kneeling beside his writhing brother as his skin his burned by this light and salted by the ocean. “Stop this brother, I’ve had enough! I’ve had enough of it!”

“You h-“

“No!”

Morilius hits him in the chest, sinking him into the sand. Antavriel wails, wails and wails as his ribs break and his skin burns and he feels the void inside his chest beginning to eat him to escape.

“Stop this,” Morilius whispers, setting his hands against his brother. Hushing gently to his brother. Hush, little brother. Hush.

“Why didn’t you come,” Antavriel whimpers. “Why- why didn’t you come..?”

“I searched,” Morilius replies, tears of pain streaking down his face. “I searched, I never stopped, I never stopped, brother, little brother, please.”

“You left me!”

“I loved you! I loved you and I mourned you every second you were gone! I felt you dying, Antavriel! I felt your soul being torn apart, do not tell me I left you! I was ripped from your arms as you were from mine!”

Antavriel cries, gritting his teeth and thrashing as Marvin picks him up, and holds him. Holds him and holds him, close to his chest, warm and safe and loving, loving, loving.

“I never left you.” Morilius whispers, shutting his blind eyes as his brother calms in his arms. “I promise you, I promise you I never left you.”

“Don’t let me go again.” the little brother says, wrapping his arms around the body that holds him as the light lets him go. “Don’t- don’t let me-“

“I won’t.” Morilius promises.

“Brother, I won’t.”

[jaeyleo]

wow antavriel’s story is actually really fussing sad ahahahaha oh my gosh

literally was so gosh dang happy. full of life and wonder and so so SO excited to do fun things!!!! and spend time with his stars!!!! and his brother!!!!!! and live and love and learn and be and do and ahhh!!!! so excited!!! so loving and gentle!!! protecting and watching over, kind and forgiving like none other!

and then the corruption happened. and everything was torn apart in him, he went through the most horrible pain and suffering hes ever felt in his entire life all by himself, in the dark. and then he felt it slowly take over his mind and soul, eating him alive.

and now he does these awful awful things, because of this corruption. it’s not antavriel, it’s not him doing this. it’s a black hole, it’s a void, taking the curious, loving most wonderful parts of him and molding him to fit its little glass. turning him into a monster, all so it can have a home. nice and warm, so so warm. mindless control. mindless hunger. this isn’t antavriel, it’s anti.

and when he gets his light back, and the darkness is casted out, what is left? a star, who is left knowing that he killed his own people. he killed stars, he killed humans, he killed anything and everything he COULD kill. torturing and hating and devouring, just as he was devoured.

but it wasn’t antavriel. it wasn’t him, it was the corruption, it wasn’t his fault. he never asked to be torn away from his twin, he never asked to feel his body be ripped apart, he never asked for any of it.

but poor antavriel. he won’t see it that way, he won’t see that he was out of his mind, he won’t see that these things weren’t him, these actions weren’t his own but the corruption’s hunger and need for blood and power and death. he won’t see it, and neither will anyone else except marvin. and even when they turn the universe back, saving all the stars and people and antavriel, saving the universe from tipping over because the sky was falling apart with anti’s presence.... he still won’t see it. and sure, they saved them all, antavriel and morilius and the the royals of the milky way and any other galaxy they keep. they saved the universe! they saved antavriel!

but everytime antavriel looks at his brother, or chase, or johnny or sille or the cashier at the gas station who looks like she hadn’t gotten sleep in six days, all he hears is pain. all he sees is the blood on his hands, and it tears him apart. the only thing he can do to cope is to isolate himself and smother all his friends in kindness and love and beg and beg and BEG his brother to take away those horrible memories.

just. poor antavriel, yanno? and don’t get me started on morilius bc his is just as fussing sad listen-