#veiledalchemist

[vigos-journal]

The Blight hooks a finger under Vigo's collar, and yanks them toward him.

[It appears that your wish has been granted from your wildest dreams, and yet, you had no hand in it. I will only tell you this once, your sins are still marred upon your very soul for seeking to ONLY save your precious /Benedict/ in the Void.]

A vile glowing tongue unravels itself from The Blight's gaping maw and swirls the flat of it on Vigo's supple cheek.

[If it were up to me, I would drag his very soul back there to join the others whomst reach for anyone to save them, remind them, of what pale imitations they once were.]

The inventor couldn't say they were surprised at the alchemists visit, the man seemed to enjoy tormenting them in periods that it was almost becoming the norm. Still, a choked noise left Vigo at the harsh tug of the iridescent sheened collar; their nose wrinkled in distain as the layered voice invaded their mind and mocked them. It felt like a stone settled in their stomach as the killer confirmed Benedict Baker walked once more in the fog, Vigo really didn't know how to feel about this. They have thought about scenarios, what they will say to the man should they ever see him in the flesh agian but the surge of emotions that came with that was...less then expected or welcomed.

Vigo had opened their mouth to respond, but as soon as the wet burning heat of the Blight's tongue met their cheek, they immediately clamped it shut and turned their head away from the offensive appendage. Vigo spoke, voice strained;

"I am not suprised you'd rather not rejoice in his second chance at life that you decided is beneath your own," They twisted away from the foul being, "Do you find pleasure in dragging others down to be as miserable as you are? What a sad existence you must live. I find it humorous you mock them as pale imitations when you yourself are the same."

[ @veiledalchemist ]

[ask-the-dweets]

[Icarus, be a lad and honest, do you hope to escape one day?] @veiledalchemist

Icarus looks to Talbot and tilts his head "The thought... hadn't crossed my mind." Not that many thoughts did that weren't given to him by Talbot.

He looked down at himself briefly, "I'm not sure..." Then back up to the doctor "If you mean... escape from you, then no."

[wonderingduke]

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The duke was lost in his own mind this “evening” as he wandered through the fog. His thoughts were heavy as of late he hadn’t found a single clue on observers for almost 15 years now. He finally read the last piece of parchment that was left in his abandoned tower recently. Something he’s been putting off for almost a year and just as he feared it was a blank note book with only one sentence “By the gods they broke it.” Vittorio already had more than enough evidence to piece together what broke. The protective barrier that protected his small tower failed for its previous owner by some means but Vittorio knew that long ago it’s a shame they didn’t write anything else but who would- he’s sure whatever broke into it was not looking for a cup of sugar. He only hopes the previous occupant made it to safety. He decided to go out and pick the last of the rare herbs of the summer months before the “cold” season set in and they died out. It was a way to help him think and mindlessly wonder about familiar territory so he felt no need to have his guard up in this part of the fog. A mistake it seems as he did notice the shift in energies within the fog when he came closer to the hooded alchemist.

Caught up in his thoughts still he nearly jumped when his eyes fell on the hooded figure crouching over a corpse. Judging by the layout it seemed they were just about to begin an autopsy. Vittorio stared at them for a brief moment before rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly with a nervous chuckle. His tattoos flared slightly as he readied his magic. Of all the killers only a few made Vittorio put his guard up instantly ready to use his powers for escape or defense and the hooded alchemist was one. “Ah, what an awkward moment! Good evening sire did not mean to intrude……” Vittorio stared at the body a tad bit too long and…well the marks on this body didn’t seem like the typical marks from being beaten and slashed by the alchemist's retched cane. He was filled with a brief moment of curiosity and couldn't help but blurt out a question. “I must ask….by your hands? Or anothers?”

He said with a curious eyebrow raised as he tilted his head towards the body beneath the hulking form of the alchemist. Normally he would feign being shocked but, Vittorio was far to accustomed to death in the fog at this point and it wasn’t very often a random corpse truly upsetted him. All of Vigo's warning came to his mind to just turn around and leave them be. It wasn't worth trying to talk to him but- Vittorio must try. Here it was a perfect opportunity to connect in someway if the Alchemist decided to chase him away or ignore him so be it. From what he knows this alchemist commonly referred by the virus infecting him the "blight" as one of the greatest minds in the fog and...one well "liked" by the entity.

[vigos-journal]

[ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 ] +reverse @veiledalchemist

[ Sharpened + Reverse ]

Trails with The Blight were always the bane of Vigo.

They had grown accustomed to the others, their movements and powers and thought process. In the end it always involved either Vigo escaping through that gate by the skin of their teeth or waiting for the hatch to spawn and falling into that vanta black.

But the alchemist wasn't a normal killer, was he? And gods be damned, he certainly made it his personal mission to make sure Vigo specifically, was killed by his hand alone - overdosing them on Blight and watching them squirm and writhe in pain as it bubbled hotly under their skin and mutated them. The mutations never got far, though, as the cane the killer uses as a weapon would come down to put them out of their misery.

Even now as the fog cleared away, Vigo could feel it the moment the connection they had hit them - the obsession mark burned into them for this trial. They have it every trial aghast him without fail, it's never anyone else unless the inventor was not present in it and the scientist can't help but wonder if that was The Blight's doing. It had been a long while since their last bitter interaction, and Vigo was not excited to see how it would continue off.

. . . ╰──╮╭──╯ . . .

The Italian let out a wheeze as he used his teeth to bite off the bandage and finalize wrapping the gruesome wound on their arm, that was the last of their medical supplies that was in the medkit and Vigo felt truly alone as soon the wave of air rushed past them, the claws slowly bring up the body of Vittorio to the sky to feast on. As expected, everyone else had fallen and Vigo was the last one to be captured. Their cloak had long been ripped off, left in a ripped bloody pile somewhere around eyrie, their black button up wasn't fairing any better with the rips and tears the sharp end of the cane did. Vigo brung up a scarred hand to wipe away at the dried blood that hardened around their eyes before setting off to find hatch. They know where it spawns but the matter was *getting* there before he did. Vigo slowly walked, using broken walls and rocks as cover as he heard the slams and roars the alchemist let out in the distance; searching the area for the black lock. Vigo finally had reached killer shack and felt hope in seeing the black smoke pour from it, a few feet away to leave this trial.

But they should've known better.

The sound of a slam filled their ears and before they could even turn the cane came swinging into their side, leaving a deep wound from their side to their back that made the inventor cry out in pain before falling into the hot sand with the sheer force behind the swing.

No, no! It was right there-!

They didn't even *hear* him, how was that possible?

Then realization hit them; he had used their journal.

Vigo let out a another pained wheeze as they tried to drag themselves towards it, hating the amused gurgle they heard behind them before a hand came to grab at the back of their shirt and lifting them up on a tumor riddled shoulder. Vigos nose scrunched, they of course had a plan but it was very reckless.

A glass shard gripped tightly in their hand, they raised it up and aimed it - hoping for the sharp object to sink into the burning flesh of The Blight.

[ @veiledalchemist ]

[wanderingsongbird]

😨- @veiledalchemist

Curiosity had always been her downfall. In a realm of Gods and Monsters, how could she keep her curious nature in check? Kate would seek out places forgotten and lost in the fog, and abandoned places just called to her.

She should have truly made certain it was abandoned. Perhaps she wouldn't have been bound to a table, burning liquid being injected into her.

The one they called the Blight was above her, long fingers turning her head this way and that as the liquid slowly suffused her veins. Her teeth grit in a useless attempt to keep the pain at bay.

She knew why he did this, and the word echoed in her head in a multitonal voice.

Trespasser.

It took Kate too long to wake from this one. But she could remember her body splitting open from that serum.

Time for another sleepless week.

[vigos-journal]

[How interesting how you got turned into the cur that you are.]

@veiledalchemist

The fur on Vigo's back raised upon hearing that voice again, green slitted eyes narrowing at the alchemist.

- Cur?! And those are the words of a supposed gentleman?

The muzzle of the canine scrunched as a low growl reverberated in his chest, he couldn't talk back - but if he had the chance there would be a few select words being spat out in this moment.