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[]Mark 3:22-29

And the scribes which came down from Jerusalem said,
“He is possessed by Beelzebub! By the Prince of Demons he casteth out demons!”
So Jesus called them unto him, and said unto them in parables:
“How can Satan cast out Satan?
If a kingdom is divided against itself, that kingdom cannot stand.
If a house is divided against itself, that house cannot stand.
And if Satan rise up against himself, and be divided, he cannot stand, but hath an end.
Verily I say unto you, All sins shall be forgiven unto the sons of Men, and blasphemies wherewith soever they shall blaspheme.
But he that shall blaspheme against the Holy Spirit hath never forgiveness, but is guilty of eternal sin and damnation.”
[]

[†]The middle of the night rouses the priest from a slumber so deep he had not realized just how long he had been out. Stirring, he stretches an arm over his head at an impossible angle, poking the lens of the tiny camera unbeknown before sitting up with a look of utter bemusement.

How in God's good name did he get into the bathtub?

And why was the tight space so, eerily comfortable? Despite his long legs and arms dangling over the sides of it. Anderson shudders over brushing his head, which is uncharacteristically cold to the touch. Sick, perhaps he's sick, and in his delirium wandered into here? Mewling as he pushes himself out of the tub the sensation of utter cold seems to grasp him at all ends... to his very core it felt like sub-arctic ice, and perturbably hallow within.

Stepping over to the sink, he doesn't take notice that he seems to glide rather than walk, as if his very presence were soaked into the floor like the shadows roving about in the small room. Turning the faucet he cups water to splash upon his smooth-feeling and ashen cheeks. A heavy sigh leaves him, as if he'd forgotten to breathe... or how to breathe, he cranes his head up to face the mirror, to see not his visage, but two bright Hellish and Red glowing eyes staring back at him.
[†]

ALUCAAAAAAAARD!!!!!


[†]A violent fist crushes into the mirror shattering shards of glass in every direction.[†]

YE FOUL WRETCH! HOW EN NINE HELLS DID YE GIT EN HAUR--!?

[†]Spinning around he expected to hear the creature's infuriating guffawing from all around him. Yet instead, he heard the laughter come from within.. One chortle, then two guffaws, then twenty cackles, then a hundred crowings, then thousands, millions of cachinnations deafening all other sounds of the world till his mind felt as if it would implode and blood leak from his ears. The pain was immeasurable as he dropped to his knees clutching his skull in a paling cry.[†]

Aaa..AAAHHHH...AAAHHH!!! SH-SHUT UP! SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!!!

YE DAMNED DEMONS GET THEE OOT AV MY MIND! Sancte Míchael Archángele, defénde nos in proélio contra nequítiam et insídias diáboli esto præsídium! Imperet illi Deus, súpplices deprecámur!! Tuque, princeps milítiæ cæléstis, Sátanam aliósque spíritus malígnos, qui ad perditiónem animárum pervagántur in mundo, divína virtúte, In inférnum detru--!!!

[†]A feral roar twisted up his throat as agony wracked up his body, feeling it contort as if he was not one whole being, but the peculiar shadow of many. His hands dropping to the floor as he quaked in fiery pangs, he stared at one large shard of glass to see his own face staring back at him. Pale and cadaverous as a dead thing, eyes as deep and ruddy and aglow with all the debased flames of Gehenna.[†]



. . .O' Mary. . .Mother of God. . .


[†]The flesh of his hands burned like fresh branding irons pressed to his nude skin, and as his balking and dread-stricken gaze crept towards the source of the pain, he saw the Occult Seals, the Sigils that bound the Devil and Black Peril, scarificated upon his own hands.

What unholy abomination had he become?

Scribe! Pharisee! Hypocrite! Monster!

The camera dies, yet returns to life minutes later, still in the dark, still amongst reflective glass covering the tiling. The priest is seated upon his heels, his arms stretched out as far as they could go, with a blessed bayonet grasped strong and stalwartly in both hands, the silver blade-tip pointed at his own heart.
[†]

Yea, Lord, Ah give myself as ae unholy sacrifice fer them sae they can be made holy by Your truth. Nae shall Ah allaw m'self tae be ae burdensome beast whilst carrying Your holy Cross.

Ye cannot drink th' cup of th' Lord, an' the cup of th' Devil.. ye cannot be partakers of th' Lord's table, an' of th' table of th' Devil.

Doth Ah provoke th' Lord's jealousy? Am Ah stronger than He? Nay.... N-nae.. Ah've fallen frem His grace, an' shall nae rove abit as ae mockery tae His name an' sacrifice.

Yea, an' even if Ah lose my life, pouring it out loch ae liquid offering tae God, Ah be offering upon thes sacrifice an' service of Your faith... Ah joy.. Ah joy an' rejoice wit' you all.

In nomine Patris, et Filii,et Spiritus Sancti.


. . .Amen
.

[†]End Transmission.[†]

[Voice]

Date: 2010-01-10 05:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] radiant-flowers.livejournal.com
Father, please calm down! Don't do anything rash...

[Her tone shakes.]

Everyone has changed. This will pass. No one has left you. No one has abandoned you, I promise.
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[Voice]

Date: 2010-01-10 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com


Nae.. nae lassie, ye..

Ye dinnae understain whit.. who Ah've became!

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Date: 2010-01-10 06:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] radiant-flowers.livejournal.com
I know it's bad, but...

Father, it will pass.

It...has to. [Her voice tapers off into nothing.]

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Date: 2010-01-10 05:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madcuriosity.livejournal.com
Father! Father whatever is wrong! Are you hurt!

Date: 2010-01-10 06:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com



O' petal... O'lassie Ah'm sae.. sae sorreh.

Date: 2010-01-10 06:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madcuriosity.livejournal.com
What are you doing? What are you doing! Please! Please get that thing away from your heart! It's dangerous Father!


[OOC: Seeing as their neighbors, would you be up for logging/comment logging her coming over?]

Date: 2010-01-10 11:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silvery-serpent.livejournal.com
...Do not worry yourself, Miss Alice. Alexander is fine. He's not feeling the best right now, but please understand I am taking care of it.

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Date: 2010-01-10 06:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] niyakkai.livejournal.com
Fa..father Anderson-san?!

Date: 2010-01-10 06:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com



Aye.. aye, et's alecht, lad.


Ah'm doin' thes islain ae great service.

Date: 2010-01-10 06:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] niyakkai.livejournal.com
What?! N-no, wait, father!!

I-it's...! It's the island! It's been doing things to people again!

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Date: 2010-01-10 06:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silvery-serpent.livejournal.com
Crash your dreams and fall forever
Show me no place you hide behind
Only body soul entwined
Let me be the one you need
I shall be the one you feed
All I am and all you feel All that will and ever be
Invigoration
Angulation
Mortal acts of indignation
Just your body on my body
Want your thoughts of me inside




[The shattering of splintered glass draws the troubled Maxwell out of his self-absorbed musings concerning his "condition", startled past the point of caution; He was left only with this sense of urgency, a revelation riddled in a strong pull through the ringing cross around his neck. Bolting upright quicker than a flash, his feet moving across the room with a vitality that he hardly recognized as his own.

Were they being attacked?

Panic squeezed his heart, and constricted his throat, jump-starting whatever intuitive sense he inherited as an exorcist.

He hadn't even been aware that there was someone else in the Apartment...Father Anderson had said he'd gone shopping earlier, didn't he? Not that he could remember...Everything was muddled to him at the current moment and time.

Flies around the corner like the golden streak of a comet across the celestial heavens, hair a streaming banner and whipping around when suddenly he draws up short behind the form of his Priest.]


Ander--

What are you...?

[Glimpses the deadly weapon aimed at the vitale organ of the genuflecting Protector's chest and his voice dies in his throat, skin turning ashen pale like a phantom's.]

STOP.

I ORDER YOU TO STOP.

[ He doesn't even hesitate, throwing himself across the broken glass at an angle before the killing stroke can follow through. The blade is knocked askew, slicing up his forearms as he does everything in his power to prevent the Sacrifice from being made.]

[Action]

Date: 2010-01-10 07:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com


[The blade aimed for flesh of his own flesh, spilled blood of his brother's blood, splattering stains of sweet sanguine across the glass-littered floor. The vampiric priest dropped the blessed blade with a hollow clatter, the palms of his hands sizzling with burnt flesh from the holy scripture written on the hilt he was barred from touching.]


Ma...max..Xwell~


[Already he could feel the first twinges of bloodlust beginning as the scent of that fine virgin blood staining his hands and the ground at his knees teased at his hyper senses. Scarlet eyes pulsed with fervor, a slow boiling wrath kindling with a sibilant hiss that seeped icy mist through his serrated teeth.]


MA~x~xWELlll~


[Torn up from the trenches of the Ninth level of Hell, a bloodied roar caught between man and monster quaked at the interfering one in bestial fury.]


MAX~WEEEELLL!!!
Edited Date: 2010-01-10 07:38 am (UTC)

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Date: 2010-01-10 07:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silvery-serpent.livejournal.com
[ At first the shallow slices ribboning graceful limbs are of no concern until the fissures begin to well up with liquid crimson, dotting the tiled floor and littered fragments in heavy droplets.

'Drip, drip, drip'

Oceans for eyes look astonished, transfixed on them incredulously. He hadn't felt a thing...

However, there were more pressing matters to be concerned with: The demonic hellbeast shouting his name, staring at him for all the world like a succulent morsel. To bear witness to those anguished cries, neither human nor beast, drained him of all color. Yet, still he didn't back away or flee like a coward, kneeling down with his Priest-turned-fiend and silently praying somehow he could get through to him.]

Anderson.

ANDERSON PLEASE.


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Date: 2010-01-10 11:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carnagegod.livejournal.com
[First, there's just silence from the frequency]

Andersoooooooooooon D8

Date: 2010-01-10 11:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carnagegod.livejournal.com
[But the moment that blade goes for his heart]

No.

Don't you even dare! [Don't you dare leave him almost all alone here!]

Put that down!

He's sooorrrrrryyyyyyyyyyy!! 8(

Date: 2010-01-10 12:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com


[There's slight tremor in his tone to hear that iconic young boy, his grip shaking and steeling again.]


O'Abel. . . Ye. Ye 'mind tha' monster ye seen nae tay lang ago. . .?

HE BETTER BE

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1/?

Date: 2010-01-10 02:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hellsing-heir.livejournal.com
[It couldn't be...]

Date: 2010-01-10 02:29 pm (UTC)

Done

Date: 2010-01-10 02:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hellsing-heir.livejournal.com
You will lock down from those powers IMMEDIATELY! That is an ORDER!

[But she knows it won't heed. She can feel it.]

Date: 2010-01-10 02:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dusty-angelus.livejournal.com



Nae Sair Integra.. Fairbrook.. Wingates.. Hellsing.




Ah'm tyin' th' loose ends yer bloodline left undoon. Et's whit we Catholics hae been doin' fer centuries now.

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Date: 2010-01-10 03:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silvery-serpent.livejournal.com
YOU DARE COMMAND MY subordinate, BLASPFEMA?!

He is MINE to contend with, NOT yours.

[Possessive, much?]

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Date: 2010-01-10 02:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] badlucklady.livejournal.com
[This comes in late. Much after the incident shown here. But seeing as she has fangs now too, and how this was so dramatic, she couldn't help but ask...]

Does... anyone know if he's alright now?

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Date: 2010-01-10 03:08 pm (UTC)
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