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valtiel, lobsel vith, alessa, and GOD [complete]
Who: Valtiel, Lobsel Vith, Alessa, and the God
Where First Alessa's "room", then 302
When: Just before midnight of 8/12/07
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Valtiel and Lobsel Vith fetch for Alessa.
the Story:
The room, this room was constantly on fire, but the fire never touched Alessa. The walls painted a fleshly tone were peeling, and underneath the paint was the color and texture of burning flesh. Blood dribbled from the wounds of these walls, and they reminded Alessa of her own burns.
The walls also pulsed. Like a heart beat, or something possibly far more sinister. Alessa wanted to try for the door but a wall of fire blocked the door. She wanted so badly to get out of this room, but the fear of the flame created the fear for the life in her.
And why then was she in this room? She was seemingly innocent and beloved by those above, but there was something about the girl that only a select few knew. She was suicidal. So much so that when Harry and Cheryl came to town she reunited with Cheryl and then spread the seal of Metatron around the town in order to destroy the God inside of her. Only then could she have died. She also didn't care if Dahlia, Kaufmann, or anyone else in Silent Hill died.
She didn't even care if her...no if Cheryl's father died. To her they were nothing more than inconviences.
Maybe this was why she was in that horrible room. She didn't deserve love, and she sure as hell didn't deserve to be with Harry. The young woman collapsed on the bed and cried.
The was sure to be long and torturous for her. It's unfortunate to taunt her and make her suffer this way, but she must be kept safe for their Mother. This way, she's far from that man, Harry Mason. Far far away from them.
Safe and far away.
It isn't until late evening that the door creaks open for but a moment, then shuts almost immediately.
Valtiel stares at her best he can with no visible eyes.
He speaks with a whisper, voice borrowed from Walter.
"Do not cry, our savior."
It'd be comforting if it wasn't spoken with such rasping.
And just behind Valtiel is the Yellow God. He's taking on a masculine appearance for this purpose. He sees Alessa on the bed crying, and crying out for her father and her mother. He can feel her crying out for love, but he knows this is what must be done.
He extinguishes the flames and steps closer to Alessa. "Mo-ther of mo-ther do not be afraid of us. Soon you will be happy and free from the shackles of life."
Alessa stared at the two entities and quickly backed up against the headboard of the bed. "No! I don't want to! Get away from me!!" she screamed.
She turned her attentions torwards Valtiel and hissed, "I am not your savior!!"
The angel's head twitches, like a bad tick of sorts; he edges closer, gloved fingers reaching for her, almost gently -- but desperately.
"Save us, we will save you, She will save us," he breathes.
His body jerks a little.
"Shh. Help us get there. Show us home."
Lobsel Vith stepped closer to Alessa. "It is alright child mother, mother child, mother of mother and daughter of the daughter. You want so badly to be in great comfort, and we can give you that. Only though if you come with us." He touched the girl's face gently.
Alessa jerked away the yellow God's touch. She then noticed the lack of flames around the door, and made a mad scramble for it. Perhaps she could escape from these things and find her father.
"Go find your own way home!" She yelled when she reached the door.
"It is your home, too," Valtiel hisses. "You do not wish to stay here, it is not your home!"
He follows her, scrambling on all fours. Typically he's calm and patient -- but they're so close. So close to home and Mother.
Alessa cannot screw this up for them.
"You do not want them. They are mortal, simple creatures. Sinners do not belong in home."
He reaches to grab her by the arms.
Lobsel Vith is more gentle in his methods. He walks up to Alessa and grabs one of her hands firm enough to keep her from escaping.
"Now Alessa, I know how much you hurt, but if you do this simple thing for us then everything will be alright. You will be in an eternity of great bliss and nothing will hurt you. Isn't that what you want Holy One?"
Alessa tries to break free from Valtiel and Lobsel Vith, but she's far too weak to, and her powers have been depleted. Not that they'd do much good anyways in this situation.
She spits on Valtiel, and seethes "I don't care if my father is a mortal, or a sinner! He's the only person who's ever loved me!!"
She then turns to Lobsel Vith. "I just...I just wanted to die. Why did you have to choose me?"
The spatting doesn't bother the angel. He tilts his head, peering at Alessa. "Oh? Which is why he cowers before you. And do you really want him? Do you really need him? We will give you what you need, our savior."
Valtiel's grip becomes a bit more gentle, but he allows Lobsel Vith to lead the way.
Lobsel Vith places an arm around the young teenagers shoulders, and opens the door so they can take Alessa to see the Holy Mother, she the Creator of Paradise, Lord of Serpent and Reeds. Carefully he leads them out of the room.
"You don't understand. I love my father." Alessa whimpers. "I want to be loved, and he's the only one who's shown me that before. And now you want to take that away from me?? Just for your stupid paradise?" She tried to get away, but she was too weak.
And deep down inside she wanted this actually.
"Poor savior, fed such lies," the angel purrs. "You want it you want it, just like we want it and She wants it."
To room 302.
"Mother, Mother~"
Slowly, the barbed wire moves away to show the entrance.
"It's ok Alessa. Soon enough all will be redeemed and purified in the site of the Mother, and everyone will be happy and in bliss."
"Your father seemed to be terrified of you. Alessa, you have so much faith in a man that might have someday wanted to kill you."
Alessa's womb begins to become warm and she starts to cry. What if the Yellow God was right? What if her father didn't really love her? After all when they met in the mansion for the first time he had shoved her away.
Rejected her just like everyone else in her life. She choked back a few tears, and then eventually cried out, "Inay!!"
"Yes. Cry for her. Reach for her."
The door creaks open, almost sounding like a groan. Barbed wire is spread around the interior, the Holy Mother gasping as she continues to use Walter's true body as an incubator.
She holds out her hand, breathing, "Alessa Gillespie."
Lobsel Vith is quiet. "Mother..." he says.
Alessa feels herself growing warmer in the presense of the Holy Mother. She sees the Holy Mother as something beautiful and caring, even though an average person would have revulsed at the site of the God.
"Inay..." she whispers softly.
In turn, Valtiel quivers at the sight of the Holy Mother. As the door shuts behind them, the angel releases Alessa and goes to his knees before the God. "Our Mother."
But the hand stays out to Alessa.
She speaks, "Alessa Gillespie. Come to me."
Perhaps it's her perception being distorted, but Alessa does not see a hideous creature, but rather a red haired woman in a red dress reaching out to her. And for some odd reason Alessa is not afraid. She steps closer to the God, and bows her head.
"Mama..." she whispers tearfully. "I'm not worthy..."
"Shhh."
She raises her hand, brushing it gently against Alessa's cheek.
"My poor little girl. You have struggled so hard. All of you have. But you, without love. It will soon be here. However..."
The Holy Mother, the woman in red, smiles.
"I need your help to show the way to Paradise. Will you help me, Alessa Gillespie?"
Alessa steps closer to the Holy Mother, and closer to the touch of the God. "Love...I want love. So badly." she cries.
"Please, let me help you." Alessa looks into the sun drenched colored eyes of the God with her own blue eyes and cries again.
The God smiles softly and opens her arms. "You know I love you, Alessa. I always have. And I will always be indebted to you, as you are to me. Mother and child, child and Mother alike."
The invitation is there.
"Come here. Let me hold you."
The offer almost seems way too good to be true, but Alessa doesn't want to reject the offer. She's finally being offered something she's always wanted. Something not even her father could give.
Love from a mother. And with that Alessa walks up to the God, sits down next to her and allows the Mother of all to hold her.
"You have been hurting. Hurt no longer."
The Mother of All reaches over, embracing Alessa. At first, it seems gentle, the way she's cooing the unfortunate teenager and petting her hair.
The hold becomes tighter, as she slowly begins to merge with Alessa.
"Good child."
Alessa smiles at first at the loving contact of this God. She feels loved and appreciated for just being her. Soon however she feels the God merging with her. Her humanesque spirit tries to cry out that this invasion is wrong.
But Alessa is awakening, and she wants this badly. She wants to be God's vessel in this place, and she wants to help God bring in Paradise.
"Thank you, Alessa Gillespie."
They merge, they become one. The Mother of All finally has the true incubator. The true connection.
She smiles darkly at Walter's corpse. Pitiful.
"Let's go see your father," the Mother murmurs. "I'd like a word with Harry Mason."
So to speak.
Alessa, (now clad in a white dress and glowing) smiles. "Yes. I would love to see my father." Inside of her though a tiny voice deep within her unconscious mind screams and cries out for this madness to stop.
A shame she goes unlistened.
Where First Alessa's "room", then 302
When: Just before midnight of 8/12/07
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Valtiel and Lobsel Vith fetch for Alessa.
the Story:
The room, this room was constantly on fire, but the fire never touched Alessa. The walls painted a fleshly tone were peeling, and underneath the paint was the color and texture of burning flesh. Blood dribbled from the wounds of these walls, and they reminded Alessa of her own burns.
The walls also pulsed. Like a heart beat, or something possibly far more sinister. Alessa wanted to try for the door but a wall of fire blocked the door. She wanted so badly to get out of this room, but the fear of the flame created the fear for the life in her.
And why then was she in this room? She was seemingly innocent and beloved by those above, but there was something about the girl that only a select few knew. She was suicidal. So much so that when Harry and Cheryl came to town she reunited with Cheryl and then spread the seal of Metatron around the town in order to destroy the God inside of her. Only then could she have died. She also didn't care if Dahlia, Kaufmann, or anyone else in Silent Hill died.
She didn't even care if her...no if Cheryl's father died. To her they were nothing more than inconviences.
Maybe this was why she was in that horrible room. She didn't deserve love, and she sure as hell didn't deserve to be with Harry. The young woman collapsed on the bed and cried.
The was sure to be long and torturous for her. It's unfortunate to taunt her and make her suffer this way, but she must be kept safe for their Mother. This way, she's far from that man, Harry Mason. Far far away from them.
Safe and far away.
It isn't until late evening that the door creaks open for but a moment, then shuts almost immediately.
Valtiel stares at her best he can with no visible eyes.
He speaks with a whisper, voice borrowed from Walter.
"Do not cry, our savior."
It'd be comforting if it wasn't spoken with such rasping.
And just behind Valtiel is the Yellow God. He's taking on a masculine appearance for this purpose. He sees Alessa on the bed crying, and crying out for her father and her mother. He can feel her crying out for love, but he knows this is what must be done.
He extinguishes the flames and steps closer to Alessa. "Mo-ther of mo-ther do not be afraid of us. Soon you will be happy and free from the shackles of life."
Alessa stared at the two entities and quickly backed up against the headboard of the bed. "No! I don't want to! Get away from me!!" she screamed.
She turned her attentions torwards Valtiel and hissed, "I am not your savior!!"
The angel's head twitches, like a bad tick of sorts; he edges closer, gloved fingers reaching for her, almost gently -- but desperately.
"Save us, we will save you, She will save us," he breathes.
His body jerks a little.
"Shh. Help us get there. Show us home."
Lobsel Vith stepped closer to Alessa. "It is alright child mother, mother child, mother of mother and daughter of the daughter. You want so badly to be in great comfort, and we can give you that. Only though if you come with us." He touched the girl's face gently.
Alessa jerked away the yellow God's touch. She then noticed the lack of flames around the door, and made a mad scramble for it. Perhaps she could escape from these things and find her father.
"Go find your own way home!" She yelled when she reached the door.
"It is your home, too," Valtiel hisses. "You do not wish to stay here, it is not your home!"
He follows her, scrambling on all fours. Typically he's calm and patient -- but they're so close. So close to home and Mother.
Alessa cannot screw this up for them.
"You do not want them. They are mortal, simple creatures. Sinners do not belong in home."
He reaches to grab her by the arms.
Lobsel Vith is more gentle in his methods. He walks up to Alessa and grabs one of her hands firm enough to keep her from escaping.
"Now Alessa, I know how much you hurt, but if you do this simple thing for us then everything will be alright. You will be in an eternity of great bliss and nothing will hurt you. Isn't that what you want Holy One?"
Alessa tries to break free from Valtiel and Lobsel Vith, but she's far too weak to, and her powers have been depleted. Not that they'd do much good anyways in this situation.
She spits on Valtiel, and seethes "I don't care if my father is a mortal, or a sinner! He's the only person who's ever loved me!!"
She then turns to Lobsel Vith. "I just...I just wanted to die. Why did you have to choose me?"
The spatting doesn't bother the angel. He tilts his head, peering at Alessa. "Oh? Which is why he cowers before you. And do you really want him? Do you really need him? We will give you what you need, our savior."
Valtiel's grip becomes a bit more gentle, but he allows Lobsel Vith to lead the way.
Lobsel Vith places an arm around the young teenagers shoulders, and opens the door so they can take Alessa to see the Holy Mother, she the Creator of Paradise, Lord of Serpent and Reeds. Carefully he leads them out of the room.
"You don't understand. I love my father." Alessa whimpers. "I want to be loved, and he's the only one who's shown me that before. And now you want to take that away from me?? Just for your stupid paradise?" She tried to get away, but she was too weak.
And deep down inside she wanted this actually.
"Poor savior, fed such lies," the angel purrs. "You want it you want it, just like we want it and She wants it."
To room 302.
"Mother, Mother~"
Slowly, the barbed wire moves away to show the entrance.
"It's ok Alessa. Soon enough all will be redeemed and purified in the site of the Mother, and everyone will be happy and in bliss."
"Your father seemed to be terrified of you. Alessa, you have so much faith in a man that might have someday wanted to kill you."
Alessa's womb begins to become warm and she starts to cry. What if the Yellow God was right? What if her father didn't really love her? After all when they met in the mansion for the first time he had shoved her away.
Rejected her just like everyone else in her life. She choked back a few tears, and then eventually cried out, "Inay!!"
"Yes. Cry for her. Reach for her."
The door creaks open, almost sounding like a groan. Barbed wire is spread around the interior, the Holy Mother gasping as she continues to use Walter's true body as an incubator.
She holds out her hand, breathing, "Alessa Gillespie."
Lobsel Vith is quiet. "Mother..." he says.
Alessa feels herself growing warmer in the presense of the Holy Mother. She sees the Holy Mother as something beautiful and caring, even though an average person would have revulsed at the site of the God.
"Inay..." she whispers softly.
In turn, Valtiel quivers at the sight of the Holy Mother. As the door shuts behind them, the angel releases Alessa and goes to his knees before the God. "Our Mother."
But the hand stays out to Alessa.
She speaks, "Alessa Gillespie. Come to me."
Perhaps it's her perception being distorted, but Alessa does not see a hideous creature, but rather a red haired woman in a red dress reaching out to her. And for some odd reason Alessa is not afraid. She steps closer to the God, and bows her head.
"Mama..." she whispers tearfully. "I'm not worthy..."
"Shhh."
She raises her hand, brushing it gently against Alessa's cheek.
"My poor little girl. You have struggled so hard. All of you have. But you, without love. It will soon be here. However..."
The Holy Mother, the woman in red, smiles.
"I need your help to show the way to Paradise. Will you help me, Alessa Gillespie?"
Alessa steps closer to the Holy Mother, and closer to the touch of the God. "Love...I want love. So badly." she cries.
"Please, let me help you." Alessa looks into the sun drenched colored eyes of the God with her own blue eyes and cries again.
The God smiles softly and opens her arms. "You know I love you, Alessa. I always have. And I will always be indebted to you, as you are to me. Mother and child, child and Mother alike."
The invitation is there.
"Come here. Let me hold you."
The offer almost seems way too good to be true, but Alessa doesn't want to reject the offer. She's finally being offered something she's always wanted. Something not even her father could give.
Love from a mother. And with that Alessa walks up to the God, sits down next to her and allows the Mother of all to hold her.
"You have been hurting. Hurt no longer."
The Mother of All reaches over, embracing Alessa. At first, it seems gentle, the way she's cooing the unfortunate teenager and petting her hair.
The hold becomes tighter, as she slowly begins to merge with Alessa.
"Good child."
Alessa smiles at first at the loving contact of this God. She feels loved and appreciated for just being her. Soon however she feels the God merging with her. Her humanesque spirit tries to cry out that this invasion is wrong.
But Alessa is awakening, and she wants this badly. She wants to be God's vessel in this place, and she wants to help God bring in Paradise.
"Thank you, Alessa Gillespie."
They merge, they become one. The Mother of All finally has the true incubator. The true connection.
She smiles darkly at Walter's corpse. Pitiful.
"Let's go see your father," the Mother murmurs. "I'd like a word with Harry Mason."
So to speak.
Alessa, (now clad in a white dress and glowing) smiles. "Yes. I would love to see my father." Inside of her though a tiny voice deep within her unconscious mind screams and cries out for this madness to stop.
A shame she goes unlistened.