No rest for The Wicked

Dette er en samling drømme som Vetis oplever efter visse hændelser/emner. De er ikke i kronologisk orden og vil heller ikke blive sat i orden, da der er en mening med galskaben XD


Efter emnet: Third time's the charm

The pain in Vetis’ shoulder had dulled somewhat as he’d laid down in the vast bed to rest. His shoulder still stung and he'd smiled to himself as he'd followed the grooves Sean’s teeth had left in his flesh. He’d dressed the wound carefully with a doctor’s diligence and precision so that the wound wouldn’t last long. That didn’t however mean that it’d ever truly disappear. All wounds that Vetis had ever received throughout his life had stayed with him even after the physical evidence of their existence had disappeared. The memories of their origin remained as well, deeply engraved into his mind; however a feeling made him uncertain whether or not this was truly the case.

It was a lingering feeling from the joining of bodies not so long ago. Something had sparked in Vetis’ mind and had persistently overtaken his thoughts. He’d tried beforehand to quell it and dismiss it as it had been unwelcome. Not only had it been unwelcome at the moment as it had occurred, but it had also been completely out of his control. The problem now was that he was currently tired and therefore incapable of resisting the feeling of forgetting, however there was not much to be done. What was forgotten was clearly forgotten… and there was truly no way to prepare for the next time the feeling of something familiar overtook him. There was no pre-emptive measure to take if he truly didn’t know what he was up against. It was truly unnerving and he didn’t feel content to go to sleep like this, however it had been quite the bout with the lord of the household, and his body needed the rest. He calmed himself somewhat declaring that he’d start looking for answers the next day, if it still proved an issue… and before long his body fell into a steady rhythm of relaxation and he fell asleep within the strange and new environment of Mr. McGivens’ residence.

Stemningsmusik:

It's all peacefully quiet within the immense bedroom. The dark curtains that cover the floor to ceiling windows, are as always closed, never since their instalment having been drawn open. Why would they be? Not even the windows had been necessary, but, its instalment had been insisted upon. After all, a flower will most certainly wilt without the light of the sun, and that kind of logic was certainly hard to argue against. Even if it had been pure nonsense; for Vetis was certainly no flower and he certainly didn’t thrive in the harsh and unyielding light of day. No, he preferred the still darkness of the night and the cover that it provided. To him it was a safe haven… but even more so was this place.

He breathes slowly, taking in the work of the day. There was still so much to be done, but only he could do it… His future was going to be that of a busy one. He lets go of a heavy sigh and buries himself further into the silken sheets. They smell faintly of lavender…

The sheets are moving. He's caught unaware as something snakes towards him underneath the sheets. He stays still and quiet as it ever so slightly inches closer and closer towards him. He gasps slightly as something grabs him around the waist… ever so softly.

Hands… warm and soft holds him around his waist. They roam over his body and hold him tight, pulling him back towards a familiar and inviting body. Vetis’ lips split in a smile and chills run down his spine as he feels the body's bare chest against his own back. He leans into the tightness of the embrace and feels both at ease and safe. The body behind him presses into Vetis’ back and nestles their head in the crook of Vetis’ neck.

They're warm… they always are when they’ve just eaten.

Vetis feels their soft breath upon his neck and his heart sighs in delight. Vetis had in truth been working hard lately, but none of what he’d done could ever be compared to what they had done lately. They’d worked themselves to the bone, without a moments rest the last couple of months. Vetis had done what he could to share the burden, however Vetis’ body was still weak. Vetis hates himself for his own weakness, still there isn't much to be done about it… not unless a cure is to be found. A cure that they are desperately looking for… which was more than Vetis could ever ask for. In actuality, he’d never asked for it, but they were going to find it anyway. Just the thought of their unrelenting will to persevere even against all odds and their boundless generosity, made Vetis’ heart swell. They hadn’t needed to care this much for him… and still, they did. They didn’t need to sleep either, and still they chose to lie next to Vetis whilst he slept… because they liked to. They even went so far as to claim that they found it both soothing and relaxing to lie next to him. Another reason as to why Vetis didn’t let in the light of the sun.

The hands slowly moves further up, a hand rests at the top of Vetis’ chest, above his heart. His heart has in the meantime picked up the pace, and is jumping joyously in his chest. Behind him he hears the sound of lips slightly parting… followed by a low chuckling.

“You’re awake…” the voice says… unsurprised.

The deep rumble of the voice sends shivers down Vetis’ spine and he knows that he doesn’t need to answer. Instead he clutches the hand on his chest, feeling the coolness of the metal ring adorning it.

“You should be sleeping…” they say caringly and with an almost parental worry. Vetis doesn’t want to worry them. He never does, however now of all things, Vetis doesn’t want to sleep. Instead he just want to lie in their arms, letting himself take in the feeling of their body next to his own. He just wants to stay in the moment and sleep would only rob him of those precious moments. No, he really doesn't want to sleep. Vetis therefore squeezes the hand tighter, as a response to his inner turmoil. He holds on... overwhelmed by the feeling that if he was to let go; they would disappear. The person behind him chuckles, seemingly understanding and holds Vetis tighter against them. Vetis feels the weak thumping on his back, and recognises it as their heart. It beats ever so slowly… barely alive… but there it is, present, and oh so close.

“I will be here upon your waking…” They say reassuringly, however a sense of dread makes Vetis incapable of believing them. He wants to, honestly, but the dread and a sense of fear is making it almost impossible. The person behind him seems to sense their insecurities, almost immediately. They know Vetis far too well…

Gently they grab hold and turn Vetis’ body around to face them. They hold Vetis close to their own chest and Vetis breathes in their scent, immediately feeling calmer. They nestle him close and Vetis buries his head in their broad and bare chest… feeling warmer and content from the skin-to-skin contact. At once, lying there, Vetis feels the immediate and seductive pull of sleep. A hand runs through Vetis’ hair and he hears himself letting out a pleased sound. It had been a long time since Vetis had let anybody touch his hair… He’d loathed the feeling of someone touching it… He still did at times, but with them, it was so very different. When they touched him, tiny fires ignited and sparked within him. Everything within him came alive… colours, sounds, smells, tastes… It was a cacophony of experiences all at once. All so very intense and breathtakingly beautiful. When they were around; Vetis truly felt alive. Therefore it was so much harder to part with them... even just for the briefest of moments. Even parting with them just for going to sleep was horrendous.

Vetis search for the hand which he held moments ago and finds it. He immediately intertwines his fingers with it and holds it firmly. The hand responds back by lovingly giving Vetis’ hand a firm squeeze, digging the metal ring into Vetis’ skin. Vetis kiss the crest of the ring and holds it close. He knows the design intimately and adores it… still; it was too much to wear one of his own. He didn’t feel worthy… Still doesn't and it was still too hard to accept all that had happened to him… To face it all head on. He’d been damaged and broken in so many ways, that he suspected that no matter how many years he got, that he’d never truly overcome it. Not to say that there wasn’t hope, not since he'd met them. So far he’d already improved a lot. More than he’d ever thought himself capable of. He’d actually accomplished so much in these last few years that his past had at times seemed a far-off dream… be it a terrible dream, but a dream nonetheless. Still, it had been very real and very terrible indeed… if that word could even begin to describe it.

Vetis, trying to rip himself out of his own thoughts, started to listen to the thumping of a familiar heartbeat. He could listen to it forever, if they’d only allow him… If only his own body would allow him. His body however was currently betraying him by slowly giving into sleep. He wanted to struggle… but he couldn’t muster the strength.

“Sleep… I’ll be here…” They said and laid their lips upon Vetis’ forehead, kissing him gently. Just a bit more, Vetis thought. Just a little while longer Vetis begged no one in particular. Their face moved down Vetis face, gently kissing the lids of his eye, his cheek and ever so softly they plant their lips on Vetis’ lips. Unable to resist Vetis responds and kiss them back, engraving the feel of their lips deep within his mind, never wanting to forget it.

For a moment all feels still and eternal as their lips expresses all that lies within their hearts. Alas nothing has ever been proven to last forever in this world... not so far anyway.  

“Sleep…” They beckon once more and Vetis wanting to obey nods - earning himself a chaste kiss. Vetis feels the exhaustion of the day wash over him, and feels how his own breath slows as his body relaxes. A small voice within him struggles, however he’d already decided to give in.

“I’ll be here… always beside you… unmoving” He hears them promise as he succumbs to slumber and he believes them… he always do… and he most likely always will...


Vetis was abruptly shaken from his sleep by an uneasy and eerie feeling. He panicked and looked around him, not truly knowing what he could possibly be looking for, but still he looked for that something. Somehow the room he had awoken in was not the one he’d expected upon awakening. It was unfamiliar this room… and not at all… at all like… Like what? He rubbed his head in confusion, having lost his train of thought as fast as it had appeared. It was unnerving and he went to pull off the covers of the bed, as he noticed a strange feeling upon his face. It was almost as if his face was wet, and absentmindedly he went to touch it… and sure enough… his cheeks were wet. Vetis looked upon the strange substance in his hand; scarcely believing that it was truly there. He was tempted to taste it, but not wanting to taste salt he then decided to ignore it… for now. Now, he had other things to deal with… like the feeling of having his chest ripped open and the feeling of a complete lack of warmth. He held his arms close around his body, trying to regain some sense of warmth… not that it helped him. He felt… strange… not like himself at all. He wanted to curl back underneath the sheets, but then again he really didn’t want to… because something was missing.

It was all so aggravating and he felt torn and pulled in so many directions. It was like he was present at the moment, but also somewhere else entirely, all at the same time. It was all so impossible to describe… and not at all pleasant to experience. He wanted to scream, but settled against it as it would do him no good. Not only that, but he was also in someone else’s home, and not just anyone’s home… It was Sean McGiven’s home, where people from his clan currently resided. People who’d with no doubt report his behaviour to their master and leader. Since Vetis didn’t desire such an outcome he kept his screaming to a more… internal level.

Not wanting to stay in the room any further, as he only felt worse as time passed, he grabbed his scattered clothes and put them on. As he was now dressed he decided that his mood would most likely improve if he was to make someone else scream… whether that was to be in pain or in pleasure, he didn’t really care. Determined he crossed the floor and reached the door, but an invincible force stopped him dead in his tracks. He wanted to turn around… to… look back to… to...

He shook his head. He opened the door and strode right out of the room… feeling as if he'd left something behind. Something very important, but that couldn’t be... Truly Vetis had nothing important enough in his life to make him want to stop. Nothing important enough to make him stay anywhere really… and perhaps it would always be that way... for Vetis was not made to hold anything or anyone dear.

Efter emnet: Please be kind

So close and yet so…

Vetis hadn’t made it far… He’d taken to crawling after his legs had failed him. Now he was lying alone on the stone cold floor in his own hallway. There was no one around to help him and he felt all the more miserable for it. Somehow he’d known that he wouldn’t have made it far... and that he wouldn’t have been able to reach the comforts of his own room; however, desperation had made him try. Vetis now lay resisting the heavy weight of his own eyelids, and the now encroaching darkness. He tried by will alone to keep himself awake; fighting a losing battle before his eyes gave in, shutting close.

Vetis felt pathetic and most foolish in these last moments… he just had to have gone and squander his only chance – his chances of recovering what had been lost to him. For the first time in so long he’d felt that he’d had a chance to uncover some of the mysteries, that had plagued him for countless of years now. It had been right there in the hands of Liam… or Icarus, as Vetis so fittingly had named him. Icarus had proven useful and he had been more than willing to help Vetis in this discovery… such a nice angel…

Icarus had been the one who’d spotted the sigils and made it possible for Vetis to see them as well, since they hadn’t ever been visible to him... In Icarus’ blood they had been painted over and with that Vetis had been put in this current predicament… only because Vetis hadn’t known… How could he have known?

Either way, it didn’t matter now. Nothing mattered now. It was all going to be lost again, since the blood from Icarus had only proven to re-strengthen the sigils. Everything that Vetis had gained would once again be stripped from his mind, and he’d once more be thrown into oblivion…. However, before that, his mind had wandered elsewhere… Where his mind now was he’d never know, for it was a time lost to him only to be revived in moments like these… to be lost once more; as was the will of the sigils.

Stemningsmusik:

The first beams of light from the morning sun, slowly broke through the dense clouds; painting the vast landscape in a golden light. All around, no sounds can be heard… other than the wind sweeping through the grass, making it dance and sway in the gentle morning breeze. The dew gleams and glitters in the fields, seemingly alight with a thousand stars. This is with certainty a great place worthy of admiration and would be a beautiful painting; however, that certainty only goes for those who had retained their ability to see beauty in the world.

To see the beauty in the world was a rare gift, which Vetis no longer was in possession of. Vetis had lost it centuries ago, along with so much more. Now the world seemed to him as dull and uninspiring as the colour of his own hair… There was no beauty to behold… no warmth to feel, no music, no… nothing. There was truly no meaning to it all, and why would there be? It was all just going to be lost in the end, with no trace of it ever having existed in the first place – other than the pain, but, that too was to disappear one day if one was to believe the sayings.

Vetis clutched his chest in remembrance, before choking the feeling that still haunted him. His feelings changed nothing, and they had so far done him more harm than good. These feelings of his were currently useless and the sooner that he got rid of them the better… however, some things lingered deep within… truant… never to be quelled or erased. If only he could be indifferent to it all. It would’ve made it so much easier on him – then and now, however Vetis knew that this was not an option for him, and it most likely never would be. All the memories… the experiences… all that and so much more would make sure of that.

He would make sure of that…

Vetis threw his back into the soft grass upon the large hill that overlooked the fields and empty plains. He felt the all too familiar sting in his eyes, and covered his face with his hands. The grass was cold underneath him and droplets of water were left upon his skin and clothes. Vetis however did not care. The cold didn’t really bother him – not that it ever had. His mother had speculated that this might’ve been from the fact that Vetis had been brought into this world, in the coldest of winters. It had been a nice thought, but that was all it was. Vetis himself had speculated that it was from the fact that he’d just grown accustomed to it over the years… nothing more. His breathing had become heavy and he longed for the intense feeling of pain – that or just anything capable of bringing his mind back to the present. Vetis however couldn’t muster the strength to do anything really and just laid there.

Alone, angry and hopeless…

He knew that soon he’d be encumbered by things that now welled in his hollow chest. When that happened he’d… There would be nothing but darkness again.

“I thought I might find you here… It’s a nice place that you’ve found…” said a voice as gentle as a spring breeze and ever so warm. Vetis would’ve been inclined to get up and look at Them, if it wasn’t for the fact that he didn’t much care to. He just stayed where he was, covering his face and silently hope that They’d go away… He hated Them… and then again… he really didn’t. He had all the reason to hate Them, and it all would make perfect sense if he did… So why didn’t he? For one he could hate the way that They never made any sound when walking - making Them more than capable of sneaking up on him. Then again, They personally couldn’t be faulted for that. It was just the way that things were with Their kind. Still, They’d been kind enough as to carry a small silver bell on their person… Vetis had just been to engrossed in his own despair to have heard it. Now he heard it clearly as They walked closer to Vetis’ side, and then stopped, most likely to gaze at the scenery.

“It’s beautiful…” They commented and Vetis heard himself snort; disbelieving of the sincerity of the statement. After all, to Vetis’ knowledge, their kind didn’t find anything beautiful. Not like how Vetis didn’t find anything beautiful - after all - he had been able to once. He’d just lost the ability but these creatures that They belonged to had never had the ability in the first place – their kind weren’t supposed to. Still here They were, and Vetis knew that They’d meant what They said. It was hard to explain exactly how Vetis knew that, but he just did. He knew quite a bit about Them now, after having been spending some time with Them. Vetis had then discovered that this creature was different than all of Their kin… but then again, that he had learnt the first day the both of them had met. They had after all decided not to kill Vetis, and had instead shown Vetis mercy… a demon… Their kind wasn’t supposed to extent their mercy to demons – especially not since that went against everything that they were and stood for… and also since the two were supposed to be mortal enemies. Somehow though, They hadn’t seemed to get the memo. Vetis chuckled to himself by the thought, because it was either that or the fact that They must have chosen to just completely ignore it. He didn’t know which thought was most entertaining.

“What’s so funny?” They asked cheerfully, and Vetis’ stopped immediately… hardly believing that he’d just laughed.

“Why don’t you just see for yourself?” Vetis retorted and clenched his hands tightly above his eyes. That was one thing that Vetis truly hated about Them, if anything… their eyes. He’d looked inside them once and everything that Vetis was had come spilling out. It was a truly horrendous ability that They had, and Vetis would rather carve out his own eyes than experience that again… but surely They must know that. After all, They now knew everything that there was to know about Vetis… Even the things that he hadn’t know himself… the things that he now wished that he didn’t know. It however was no simple task to rid oneself of such discoveries.

“I apologize if I’ve made you feel uncomfortable with my presence… I just thought that by now that you would be… ” They stopped, and would have most likely sighed if Their body had allowed such simple things. Instead They bowed down next to Vetis, rustling the grass in the process of whatever They was doing, and said;

“For you…”

With that Vetis felt Their presence disappearing and Vetis silently sighed in relief. He rubbed his eyes a final time and slowly removed the hands from his face. He clenched his eyes together in the harsh light of the sun, and used a hand to cast a shade upon his face. As his eyes slowly accommodated to the light, the world once again came into view… just as dull as it had been few moments before. Vetis wondered how he’d once perceived the world, and tried to recall a vibrant blue for the sky. Finding it a fruitless thought, Vetis let go of it and decided to get up. He wasn’t even going to look at the thing that was left behind for him, but as he put his hand down beside him to get up – he felt something… something small and cold.

Curiosity got the better of him and Vetis decided to pick it up anyways, just before he got up… just to get a closer look. He felt his heart skip a beat, and his mouth now stood agape in disbelief.

“This can’t be…” he said in a voice that was barely a whisper.

But it were… it truly were.

With now shaking hands he held the small object in his hands, feeling the weight of it. It felt much heavier than it actually was and Vetis found it hard to breathe. For the first time in centuries he felt something swell in his chest – something very akin to happiness. Vetis wanted to laugh from the ridiculousness of it all, but instead he found that tears had sprung forth from his eyes and now soaked his cheeks. He clenched the object hard within his hands and brought it to his chest. By clenching any harder he would sure make an imprint of it in the palm of his hands – not that he would mind. Vetis however chose to loosen his grasp, and open his hands so that he may gaze upon it. He almost lost his breath completely as he saw it there in the now red palm of his hand. It was just as he remembered it, and he couldn’t help but running a careful finger through the design of it. He followed the countless intricate lines around it, relishing in the familiar touch of it. He’d thought to never see it again, but here it was after all these years… so small… He didn’t remember it being so small… He wondered…

Vetis looked upon his own hands, which were steadier now. He’d never thought of it before, but they’d changed over the years. They used to be so small and fragile but now they were callused and harsh… and much bigger. He looked down at his fingers and hesitated – just shortly, before he put on the ring…

It fit him almost perfectly.

Vetis began to laugh. He didn’t know the reason behind it, but he didn’t care to stop. It felt somewhat wonderful and terrible at the same time. He wasn’t used to it and ended up coughing pathetically a few times, but that still didn’t stop him. He just laughed and laughed as tears streamed down his face. It felt almost impossible to stop, but at some point he did… exhausted and exhilarated. He felt slightly lightheaded and his chest hurt from all the laughing, but it had been so relieving. Vetis having fallen down upon the ground again, in his fit of laughter and he now looked up upon the sky. Vetis now noticed that the clouds that before had filled the sky had evaporated, leaving the sky clear. Much to his surprise the sky now seemed to have become a much more vibrant blue. It was as if Vetis had never seen a more vibrant blue for he couldn’t take his eyes away from it. It truly was as if he saw the colour for the very first time… however he had seen this kind of blue before… it was the same colour as…

He owed Them his thank, he thought and raised himself from the ground. He swept off a few strands of grass and some dirt. He looked out over the landscape one last time, and smiled as vibrant colours came into view and danced before his eyes. A butterfly flew by, and Vetis followed it with his eyes as it landed in a patch of nearby flowers. If felt to Vetis as if a darkened veil had been lifted from his eyes. It was a very strange experience, but Vetis remained calm and took it all in little by little. He would overcome this, of this he was sure. He’d overcome so much already, that this barely seemed a challenge.

He looked at the ring at final time, and this time he let himself remember; remember how it looked upon someone else’s hand. He lifted the ring to his lips, and placed upon the crest the gentlest of kisses. What he wouldn’t give to kiss the hand of the ring’s owner… however, that was not a reality… it was but a bittersweet dream. It was a dream that would never come to pass, no matter how much one was to wish for the opposite. Vetis just had to accept that, which he hadn’t been able to the last couple of… how long had it been now? Did it really matter though? The world moved on as always, never stopping, no matter the circumstances of people. It was selfish like that and always had been. Only fools deluded themselves into thinking otherwise. Vetis however could not deny the fact that he himself had had the foolish hope, which the world would stop. Not for long though. Just for a little while at times…

But time never stops for anyone – making the time that you have even more precious. Especially… especially when spent with someone… someone…

Especially when spent with someone dear and near…

Someone that you could one day lose…

“I’ll never forget you…” Vetis whispered, as a silent promise meant for only him. He raised his hand, with the ring upon it, towards the sun. The rays of the sun shone upon the metallic surface, highlighting the delicate details and engravings. It was truly beautiful, however even more so beautiful was the crest, and the initials upon it: M. A.

A glorious name which was surely never to be forgotten… not as long as Vetis still drew breath…



When Vetis came to it was already the next morning. He was lying in his bed, with a most gruesome headache. He winced as he got up and didn’t bother to put on clothes as he went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. It sometimes helped with a relaxing blend of tea, but he doubted that it’d really do much with the calibre of the pain. It was rather dreadful, and not something that he was really used to, but he’d been through worse before… much worse even.

Something was nagging him at the back of his mind as he drank the hot calming beverage. Try as he might, he couldn’t remember having gotten in bed. He didn’t really remember much of yesterday to be honest, and it was starting to unnerve him. Especially since he knew that he’d been in contact with Icarus. He’d gone to give him some food and then…? It was all a blur and Vetis didn’t like it one bit. He had some suspicion that maybe the little angel had had something to do with Vetis’ current state… There wasn’t really any other explanation to it… or there was but Vetis wasn’t going to accept that… not yet anyway.

Vetis decided after an uncomfortable while that he’d lay off the angel a couple of days… just until he himself felt somewhat stable. He’d of course make sure that Icarus would be fed, but other than that he’d be in minimum contact with the angel. All in all just trying to rule out a few things whilst he was at it… maybe Vetis would even enlist the help of Malakir.

Yes… he’d do that immediately.

Vetis hurriedly dressed himself and went out to look for the blood demon Malakir - who was currently in the midst of cleaning up the red blood ink of a pure angel, and the precise descriptions and drawings of Vetis' sigils. This however was not to Vetis’ knowledge and Malakir was going to keep it that way… for it was his sworn duty and the promise that he’d made so long ago… in another world.