[August 12] Vexen and Lobsel Vith

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Who: Vexen (cyrophilia) and Lobsel Vith (he_of_paradise)
Where Vexen's 'Special Room'
When: RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW. Er, August 12, sometime after Vexen wakes up.
Rating: PG-15 to be safe?
Summary: Apparently Vexen's new hell also takes visitors.
the Story:

Vexen's coat is singed and he can still smell the reek of scorched leather-- among other things, like the odd odor of his own blood along the side of his face. The room in front of him has been spinning crazily for the past few hours, alternating between the view of one world-- the pale walls of Castle Oblivion, traitor's smiles-- and another-- he's certain it's his, or was, at any rate, but the name keeps slipping his mind.

It doesn't matter. He'd give anything to be out of here.

The intermittent bursts of flame that roll along towards him, hideously reminiscent of Axel--never mind the occasional times he thinks he catches glimpses of his former mentor-- aren't doing anything to change his mind.

Right now, he's backed against the only door of the room, too worried about what's on the other side to try and open it. Feverish green eyes dart around, waiting for any sign of the next blaze.

It's quiet... for now.

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He can feel it inside of him. There's a neglecter nearby, and they need to be made worthy. And how does a deity make an entrance to someone like Vexen? A new set of flames appear in Vexen's room. Larger and hotter they grow, and then the flames seem to grow in height and take shape. Finally the form of the Yellow God is complete. For this he takes the form of Baphomet.

He turns to Vexen, his eyes ablazed.

"Ne-glec-ter!!!"

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Vexen feels the heat before he sees the flames, incongruously enough; he'd much rather shut his eyes tight against the sight, but if he doesn't want to get scorched, it's best for him to know where the fire is coming from. So he can avoid it.

But it doesn't seem to be another blaze lashing out at him like a fire spell-- and instead of a laughing, bright-eyed shadow, what confronts Vexen from the flames is--

A monster?

Unconsciously, he finds himself pressing his back harder against the door, fresh sweat beading on his brow at the sight. "Who are you?" Smoke and fear-- hah, now he almost wishes he didn't have a heart again-- make his voice hoarser than he likes.

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The yellow god snorts. He steps close to Vexen and growls, "I am he of the fire! He of the joy and he of desire! I am the Son of the Mother! I am Lobsel Vith!"

And when he's close to Vexen he looks down at the man, and then bends down to his level, his eyes still ablaze.

"You plunge the world into darkness by your neglect. For that you must pay!"

And then the Yellow God's right arm turns into fire and he draws it closer and closer to Vexen.

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Whatever this thing is-- it looks like some freakish pagan god out of a standard textbook, with the slightly bigger problem that it's very real-- Vexen knows it doesn't mean him any good.

Not if the way it's drawing closer is any indication, and definitely not when its right arm... turns into nothing but flame.

Vexen hisses frantically, gracelessly scuttling sideways to move away from the path of the flame. He's still wary that the room itself will gout fire at him at any minute, but 'Lobsel Vith' occupies most of his attention now.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Vexen snaps, more to give himself time to edge away than anything else. "I'm not neglecting anything!"