To celebrate the confirmation of Vento Aureo here are a few WIPs of something I have been working on the past few months ^3^ There’s still a long way to go and tbh I thought the anime wouldn’t be announce before another year but meh XD ENJOYYYY FOR NOW AHHH
WHY LEAVE SO SOON—? THE GAME WAS JUST BEGINNING; For the Jester before the Devil was always bound to receive a gracious welcoming into the PITS OF HELL itself. The tall, overwhelming man stood still, as though he was rigormortis itself, as he offered no sanctuary in the realm of death / decay / damnation.
— “Leaving so soon? Is that a twinge of fear I smell in the air? How cowardly, I have yet to do anything just yet—.”
———❝ FUNNY HOW THAT WORKS — a survivor tend to be alive for a reason. ❞ he winces at the implication of intent ; the man before him must have felt he had every right to blood and bloodshed. slow as the drip of a venom laden wound, the man approached his stiffened ‘ friend ’ with a kind of put-on expression.
❝ is it cowardice or courage to live another day? ❞
———IT WASN’T EXACTLY AN APOLOGY HE’D EXPECTED WHEN WAKING. somehow, through blood deprived begging or worse, the german had convinced their little team of crusaders to remain while his injuries healed. though the fear of his previous affiliation with dio seemed to fade for some, others felt it was best to keep an eye on him.
nevertheless, they could not afford to leave their healer in one place, not when it was clear his injuries were only as lasting as his unconscious state. it would be a death sentence.
❝ i told you to give me a forty eight hours before you decide to abandon me on the side of the road. ❞ the blond smirked, lifting in bed as he rubbed the bandages on his raised leg. no normal man could recover from the ordeal he had undergone, yet with a blood transfusion and a days rest, the german seemed uncharacteristically well. almost too well.
gloved hand hovering over the knee, the man pulled at the taut bandages as a low flame began to erupt from the cloth. bit by bit, the flame engulfed his injury in a painful sear of flesh and tissue. he bit down hard as the fire turned from its extreme temperature, to a numbing cold. where he’d destroyed skin, new flesh grew, closing the wounds with a kind of gentleness uncharacteristic of a combat stand. sacred flame had always needed to destroy before it could rebuild, poetic almost if not for the fact it hurt like hell.
❝ help me up, i’m gonna need to do the rest on the go. ❞
tiki was used to this. the men at the laboratory had raised him to be docile, obedient. although he had since escaped from the lab, he still possessed those attributes, even when conversating with a near-perfect stranger such as elliot.
❝ blessed told me that… the young people are infected by sin, ❞ he spoke of her as if the other would know who the nun was. ❝ that the younger people are giving up on religion & faith… she told me it’s a serious issue… and… ❞ just like that, his rambling of faith came to an end. not because he reconsidered his words. they simply ended with no explanation. this was a common flaw of tiki, his brain often stops thinking, only to restart shortly after.
his fingers tapped against the surface of the table, endeavoring to remember what elliot said. ❝ you… weren’t? ❞ he marveled. tiki was the opposite, and he assumed that his powers cannot be replicated… if elliot’s were an didn’t come from another source. ❝ i’ve had them for… as long as i can remember, ❞ he mentioned.
the fingers begin to tap faster, more nervously at the given question. tiki had been witness to monsters, beasts, unspeakable creatures. but none of them has ever scared him–but demons. the thought of demons terrified him.
❝ Yes. ❞
———THERE WAS NO WORD HE COULD UTTER THAT WOULD NOT TEAR OPEN SOMETHING RAW. some time ago, he’d considered atheism. it was a darker time, when the idea of god managed only to feel laughable in the face of what he endured. such as time was past him, and he’d soon rekindled his complicated relationship with religion in general.
still, he wanted nothing more than to separate his choices from his religion. there was nothing corrupt or unholy about the jewish faith, not in the same way he was. to make this distinct connection to the demonic, he chose religion as the bridge between them. nothing more, nothing less.
❝ i was given a choice a very long time ago, and i chose to live. ❞ running a finger under the mouth of his glove, the man waited to check tiki’s reaction before continuing forward.
❝ a demon did that, and more, if you’ll believe it. ❞
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