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for @nosebleedclub 's april prompt

9. vivisection

(i had this all written out, and then the app broke on me, so here's take two)

Ghost Writer was somewhere between relieved and pissed. Only so many words translate correctly across languages, but none of them can accurately describe how he was feeling.

The Realms had been in chaos for both days and eons. Their King, the child they had raised, had been taken from them. He had been taken from their reach, hidden from their sight. The Realms would not rest until he was back safely in her arms.

John Constantine was a man who was known throughout the afterlives connected to this specific Realm of Reality. He was known as a con man and a thief. Ghost Writer knew him as an ally. A tentative ally, but an ally nonetheless. John Constantine turned over old tomes of magic and Magiks that he deemed too dangerous in the hands of humans and human adjacents to Ghost Writer in exchange for a single favor.

Based solely on the man's reputation, Ghost Writer had assumed the man would attempt to turn the deal around on him. He was glad he was wrong.

"Child," Ghost Writer sat on the wooden stool beside the bed, "They will no longer harm you."

Phantom had been conscious when Ghost Writer had arrived. The child had watched he and John Constantine move into and about the room. Now, under the Concept's gentle hand and careful watch, he allowed himself to sleep. His Obsession would help him heal, but it could not do so alone.

John Constantine ran a hand through his hair in lieu of lighting the cigarette he held between his lips. "This is who you all were looking for, right?"

"That is correct." and fairly obvious.

"Who is he?"

Right, this man had been to an afterlife, but he had never died. He had never become one of Phantom's people. "He is The Great One, The Protector. He is Space, he is Balance. He is the Realm's Child. He is our King."

John was impressed, but he didn't announce that other than a dip of his head in a bow to the Child King. Then, he said, "I don't trust human doctors to be able to help him. I don't think he'd want to be anywhere near a human doctor, actually. Will you call a Healer for him?"

"I already have." Ghost Writer laid his hand over Phantom's, reassurance to the child that he is not alone. He is safe now.

"You have?"

"Indeed." There were not many Healers in the Realms that would heal living beings. There are fewer still who would willingly heal those of this Realm of Reality for what they had done to The King. They would all make an acception to help their King. "He is The King's Healer."

John Constantine is a man who makes it a point to remind living beings of their mortality. There are many who claim immortality, but he knows that there is no such thing. The only beings to achieve true immortality are the ones who have died and the ones born with and from Space and Time. He is very aware that he is in a room with two extremely powerful beings. He knows that a third one is on the way. The power from one of them could bring a weaker man to his knees. And John Constantine is about to be in an enclosed room - in space - with three of them.

"What's the damage?" the occultist asked the Concept given form, "What's going to happen to the people here?"

A deep voice tore through the air, opening a rip in the middle of the room as it spoke. "Those who did this will be punished."

"All who worked at the facility," Ghost Writer continued, "all who allowed and promoted their work, and all who supported them will be put on Trial within the Infinite Realms."

The yeti was now fully in the room, the Rio closing behind him. "They will be sentenced to Punishment for whatever time remains of their natural life."

"When they die, they will be sent to the Void." Ghost Writer whispered, though his voice carried as though he'd yelled.

"A place of existing without existing. A paradox." The yeti growled, "A merciful end for the likes."

"Frostbite," Ghost Writer greeted, his eyes leaving Phantom, "You will heal him?"

"Of course," Frostbite said, "I will do what I can here, but he will have to be taken to the Far Frozen so that I may help him properly."

"This world has heroes, did you know?" The Concept moved to sit on the foot of the bed, his hand moving to rest on Phantom's ankle so that Frostbite could examine him.

"Other than Phantom?" Frostbite asked, "I did not know."

John felt as though the weight of the Sky was dropped on him, but he didn't stumble. He knew that showing weakness to beings and entitles stronger than him was a good way to get killed slowly and painfully for their enjoyment. He spoke anyway, "Phantom-" He cut himself off at the glare from Ghost Writer and Frostbite. "King Phantom," he amended, "was- is? was a hero here?"

"Yes," Frostbite smiled smally, "He was born here, he was raised here, he lived here, and he died here. He is Balance. He is The Protector."

"He protects the living from the dead and the dead from the living." Ghost Writer said.

"And the living fucked it up." John finished. He sighed. "I'll alert the others to your decision. They won't interfere."

"Good," Ghost Writer stood and looked John in the eye, "Keep your favor. You have earned it." Then, the three beings were gone.

John Constantine is a man who is consciously aware of how easy it is to die. He knows the different afterlives and those who run them as well as he knows his own past.

The Justice League will keep out of the way of supernatural affairs. They will warn against getting in the way of the Ghost's Retribution. They will turn a blind eye or they will die for complacency.

John leaves the room and lights his cigarette, rules be damned. He's used to cleaning up messes, but this is of a scale on its own.

Don't know why but I kind of want to use that one scene from Prince of Egypt where the Nile turns into blood with like the Lazarus pits turning the blood after the Giw kidnapped Danny like the pits and Lazarus Island are just turning into dark red blood and we'll be like this until Danny's returned back as their King like every place that has like a high level of death energy now has things turn into like locus or like ancient curses until Danny's returned

Also every ghost acting like a feral monster cuz the king is gone and that means they're stableness is gone with the King

Oh interesting.

The world was in chaos. No one knew what had caused the change. But suddenly supernatural entities and forces everywhere were causing chaos. Batman had been in the cave when the Lazarus Pit turned blood red. Shortly after he heard reports from Crime Alley. Hood had flown into the worst murderous rampage yet. The two incidents were clearly linked. He is to sedate Hood to stop his rampage. H was currently in an induced coma.

Jason was hardly the only one affected. Everyone he knew that had been revived by the pits? Were more angry, rash, prone to violence. Talia had called as well. Every put under the control I the LoA? Were affected the same way. Then he got the calls from Constantine and other members of JLD. Ghosts everywhere were causing massive amounts of damage. To both people and property.

Any people who were sensitive to death magic? Were either angry, depressed or in pain. Something he happened. But they were at a loss as to what. The fact they were compromised wasn't helping. He could feel his control sipping the longer this went on. Robin had been benched. He was currently far too likely to cause damage.

Then they found the starting clue. A city in Illinois was under constant attack by ghosts. Amity Park had been evacuated now for the most part. One facility seemed to be the focus of the attacks. Whatever was causing this? Was likely being held there. The government was being obstructionist at best. And with their collective patience being stretched to the limit? That wasn't going to keep them out of that facility.

Pleasure in Pain

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Contents: Whump, Fear, Torture, Revenge, Whumper Turned Whumpee, Vampire Whump, Hurt/No Comfort, Silent Begging, Defiant Whumpee, Cut Open, Organs Exposed.

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Cordova struggled against the silver restraints as best he could, fighting the paralyzing sensation of the searing pain. His body was stretched out and bound to a table. He couldn’t believe how reckless he had been, to allow a human to catch him by surprise.

The silver door opened, the human looking at the rabid vampire with a tired expression. “Don’t you guys ever sleep, all you’ve been doing is making noise since I brought you here. Aren’t you tired?”

Cordova growled in response, attempting to pull himself up off the table. The human pressed a button and the table lifted itself so the Cordova was at an incline. He leaned forward and tried to intimidate the human, “I swear, when I get out of these, I will rip your throat out and ring you dry.”

“Jeez, you don’t even want to introduce yourself first. I thought vampires were suppose to be all proper and shit. Fine I’ll start, my name is Rojan, now what’s your name?”

“Like I’d tell you, human.” Cordova growled.

Rojan sighed. “You know, being all mean and gloomy isn’t going to help your case. Not that I’m going to treat you nice or anything, but you might catch me in a good mood.” Rojan grabbed a silver knife out of the holster on his left side. “I wonder… have you ever been cut by a blade before… have you ever experienced pain in your life up until now. I doubt it.”

Cordova tensed but his defiant attitude didn’t waver. He glared down at the human, constantly looking at his neck.

“You’re probably wondering what you’re doing here. Not that it’s much of mystery, but I want to tell you a little bit about the reason why. You see, I’m sure you’ve noticed, but I’m not that young anymore. I have a family, or well, it isn’t so whole anymore. My daughter… she was taken from me… by a vampire. My wife and I, well, let’s just say we made a hobby out of our family trauma. We kidnap, torture, and kill vampires… because we don’t want anyone else’s kid to be swooped up by monsters like you. So, although you didn’t take my daughter specifically, you were going to take someone’s the night I took you. I couldn’t stand idly by.”

“You think I give a damn what you think of me human. You’re weak and pathetic…”, Cordova chuckles, “and clearly your daughter was too.”

Rojan was furious. He walked up to the struggling vampire and laid his blade on his chest. Cordova hissed and bared his teeth at the human. Rojan pushed his blade down into Cordovas chest and pulled his knife down, creating an opening that revealed his ribcage. Cordova held back a scream but couldn’t stop a tear going down his cheek. He had never felt pain like this before. He could feel his body attempting to seal the wound, but the human didn’t let up. Every time the wound closed, he would reopen it over and over… and over again. Until one time, the human decided to cut a little deeper, exposed organs made Rojan smile.

“Now this is where it gets fun.” Rojan stared at Cordovas insides like a kid on Christmas. He simply touched the tip of his blade to his liver and Cordova wailed. His body was shaking, he couldn’t describe what he was feeling, it was unnatural, unholy. Rojan laughed at his pain and moved onto his intestines. He made a long precise cut and Cordova could barely make a sound. Tears were streaming, his eyes wide, and despite healing fast, that didn’t stop the pain.

Rojan continued to play with the vampires insides, constantly reopening wounds for what felt like hours. At some point, with Cordovas head lolled to the side, Rojan decided to see how the vampire was doing. They made eye contact, only there was no defiance in Cordova anymore. With pleading eyes, he looked down at Rojan and croaked out a simple, “please…”, barely above a whisper.

“Oh poor vampire, but I was just starting to enjoy this.”

Cordova sniffles back his tears, relieved that the human took a break from cutting, even if it was just to answer him.

“Tell you what, if you tell me your name, I’ll stop for today. Deal?”

Cordovas eyes glazed at the thought of being relieved of this torture. Defiance wasn’t on his mind, at least not for now. All he wanted was to heal. “I-it’s Cordova”.

“That’s quite the name. I guess I’ll leave you alone for now. Oh, but do you mind holding onto this for me?” Rojan plunged his knife straight through the vampire. He missed the organs, but pierced through his back. Cordova cried out as his skin attempted to heal around the knife, the handle peeking out as a reminder. He stayed perfectly still, not wanting the feel the knife touch his insides. His breathing was heavy, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of the handle.

With a big smile, Rojan said, “Well then, see you tomorrow… Cordova.”

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Date: Feb 18, 2023

Pleasure In Pain 🩸

A young and somewhat ignorant vampire is captured, tortured, and experimented on by sadistic humans who find joy in hurting and killing vampires. Cordova must find a way to escape Rojan and Lilith and get back home. That is, if home is any better. He might just find himself wanting a better life when an unexpected person comes along and shows him just how comfortable it can be.

[Currently rewriting and adjusting]

Contents: Defiant Whumpee, Vampire Whump, Sadistic/ Creepy Whumpers, Vague Revenge

⛔️Trigger warning: Gore, Torture, Violence, Captivity, Vivisection, Emotional/ Physical Torment⛔️

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Main arc

#1: Day 1 🔪

#2: Scrapbooking 📖

#3: The Duo

#4: Panic Attack ☀️

#5: Get Some Rest

#6: Hold Still 🩸

#7: Needle 💉

#8: Escape Attempt 🏃

#9: Hope is Fleeting

AU's

Forge Master

Art

Cordova

Rojan Silfur

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