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Was once the prey, now the hunter. I now rule with a fist of thunder. Although I donât bring what you brought to the table. Now you are only just a fable.
Illumina AU Parody for my AU Broken Dreams! Original parodies: @haunting-beasts and @angel-of-light Feature if the rest of the SFOTH (excluding Darkheart)
I donât ship any of the SFOTH so no NSFW
No phobias of any kind unless itâs fear.
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(Only Illumina, Icedagger and Venomshank so far)
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why are tree branch things growing on firebrand
Firebrand has a disease that makes his horn grow rapidly. Like goat horns his horn is getting dangerously close to killing him by digging into his skin and vital organs.
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Is that...?
"Hello-? I was summoned here.."
A familiar tall, formally & achromatically dressed deity stands in the distance, calling out to the violet dove deity. He has his briefcase in his grasp, holding it infront of him with both gloved hands.
-@post-justice [GHOSTWALKER]
The deity came out from behind a curtain. His metal heels clicking against the polished floors.
The deity lookedâŚextremely different. Dressed in cleaner and majestic robes, hair now long and flowing, wings and tail preened and well kept and a halo blocking half his face the shape of The Spawn symbol.
His horn was bigger and more pointed and he had metal supports wrapped around his legs.
âAh. Itâs been a while. WellâŚfor me at least.â
He looked... much better, to say the least. The stitched & broken deity scanned him up & down, glad that he wasn't as wilted & withered as he was before. He was significantly more healthy.
"It has been awhile, I apologize for not checking in beforehand... I am rather busy."
He extended out a gloved hand, letting out a noise of content. If he had a mouth, he would be smiling. But he unfortunately didn't have one.
"Have things been going well for you? I would hope so..."
âItâsâŚalright. War and all.â
War? Thats new. He got closer, letting the curtain door fall behind him. Black feathers seemed to fall out of that areaâŚ
âIt is good to see you. Seeing the one who saved your life really brings up a moodâŚwithout you, someone would have found me dead. Laid in my garden of my old temple the next day.
"War? Well I suppose that can be understood & rather relatable... although I'd say my issues haven't escalated that much. Although if the route Darkheart continues it could be..."
He sighs after that last part, following & shaking his head. Their relationship was... interesting. He didn't say anything more or elaborate on that part, it must've been something more personal.
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his stitched neck with his free hand, sheepish.
"Well... it's just my job, really. No need to give me anymore credit or praise- I couldn't let you die. It would be going against my duty as a doctor, & my morals..."
âThe Spawn had taken the throne and now the rest of the Inpherno is at threat. Doesnât help that it released the one demon that hates me the most from his eternal prison.â
âI had to seal Ghostwalker away. He was sadly too far goneâŚwent insane from the Runes Book. That sentient book is enough on my plate.â
âAnd speaking of you being a doctorâŚI would hate to ask for help, although the situation is getting dire.â
He listens attentively, pondering & taking in the information given to him. Hm... he always had a bad feeling about that alternate of himself- although he couldn't particularly say much on the Spawn.
"Sentient book? Reminds me of Brigand's tome.. but that is way out of my reach, not like I'm interested in eternal & never-ending knowledge such as that... it would drive me mad."
He perks up. He needs his assistance? He can do that!
"I would be able to assist... I'm more then just my medicine & healing aswell, so I could server more purpose. Although I am rather occupied with my own issues, but I could try to accommodate that in my schedule."
He seemed so desperate & so insistent on proving his worth, although he was already... more then worthy, more then useful. It was kinda sad to see him insist like he was being doubted, he was used to being belittled & doubted- it was a habit.
âDo not force yourself. I do not want you to get overwhelmedâ
He brings up a hand to wave it off. The glowing of the halo seems to get a bit darker. He looked nervous. He didnât want to bother Ghostwalker with their issues.
ââŚI canât get my brother to eat. He refuses to take that mask off and if anyone touches it he will attack unless itâs me. He will just growl at me and yank awayâ
âI donât know if there is a different way I can get him to eat in a medical sense? I took his mask off once but he almost bit me when I tried to force food down his throat.â
His wing fluttered a bit.
âHe- he turned into my old self in a sense. Lost everything, no purpose left. He thinks Sword is dead, Darkheart used him as a toy he could just have fun killing over and over again, and The Spawn abandoned him.â
âHe was wrongfully called a monster and banished for something he couldnât control. If you haveâŚanything that could help I would be greatly appreciative and will owe you.â
âAnd- FirebrandâŚthereâs a lotâŚI donât want you overwhelmedâ
That... was alot to take in. He could only imagine how terrible it was to experience it firsthand. Although he didn't know how he was feeling exactly, he knew that feeling.
He contemplated for a moment. It was the mask that was the problem. Venomshank could still eat... but not through there.
"I mean.. there is the alternative of getting him a feeding tube. Although I'm not exactly a surgeon, I could still perform such a thing. I could insert it through his nose all the way down through his esophagus, or I could simply insert one through his abdomen. Either of those ways would be effective..."
He rubbed his mustache as he pondered more, his arms folded in a way that really showed his deep contemplation. The thinking man.
"I feel like that would be the most effective way... I could restrain him & then put him under anesthesia. Do you know if he'd respond badly to anesthesia via gas? I could give him it through an IV..."
He was really sticking with this idea. He was pretty certain it would be effective..
âWell, he usually produces gas. Although after going through the Shadow GardinaâŚThe creatures there just- itâs like they altered his chemistry. I donât know how well he will react, but we can try. Itâs the best option in my opinion. The less painful option pleaseâŚâ
His feathers flattened. Venomshank has been through enough pain already. He sighs, his one eye closing to think.
âI can restrain him, if you can get him knocked out then I think it will work.â
He shook his head, insisting that he could deal with him, insisting that he could restrain & deal with him. He didn't want to be a burden in any way.
"I'd suggest anesthesia via IV then, no struggle & its the most effective way, there is a little pinch with the needle going in, but I'm very skilled & experienced. So no worries, I'll handle it- you don't have to worry..."
"If you want to console him before or during the procedure though, I will not stop you. I think it would be good for him to be atleast somewhat comfortable, I can only do so much.."
âHe may react harshly but whatever thee- I mean- you think is bestâŚâ
He turned around and opened the curtain again, motioning the other to follow him.
He nodded, agreeing & thanking the other. He was glad he wasn't being dictated & micromanaged- it was absolutely infuriating.
"Thank you, I can assure you that I won't harm him in any way. I wish nothing but the best for him..."
Illumina nods and head into the room with the curtain door, motioning for Ghostwalker to follow.
The room was dark. Although it had enough light to see the figure on the ground. The room had black feathers scattered about and crows around the depressed deity.
His eyes and tears glowed in the dim room.
He was quiet, making sure he didn't startle the other deity, but he did observe his state. He... did not look well, he wouldn't deny, but he was a little intimidated of the idea of immediately going up to him & asking questions. He wanted to be gentle.
So he decided to wait, to stay & take in the information he could retrieve from merely just looking at him. He said nothing.
âVen.â
Illumina walked up to the limp deity, kneeling down and lifting him up a bit.
âStay calm ok?â
He looked over at Ghostwalker and motioned him to come over after making sure Venomshank wasnât going to attack him out of the blue.
Ghostwalker silently moved over, squatting down a bit himself to properly look at the two deities, most notably the crow deity.
He waved, attempting to contort his lacking & stitched face into a friendly expression, to little avail. He was silently wishing that he still had a mouth, so he could smile...
Venomshank was unresponsive. He only turned his head a bit to look at Ghostwalker. He looked so out of it. Tears constantly falling from his eyes and hitting the floor with a sizzle.
The mask looked new. Instead of brown it was white and didnât cover his entire face. He seemed soâŚdocile.
Illumina was holding the top half of his brother close, gently moving what was left of the fortyâs hair out of the way.
At least he wasnât fluffy anymore so this wouldnât be even harder.
He carefully inched closer, kneeling down towards the other deity. He wasn't necessarily afraid, he just didn't want to startle him.
He wanted to give him a consultation first. Morals, & all. He quietly cleared his throat.
"Hello... I was informed you were having difficulties eating? I- came up with a few solutions to that problem, I would like to talk it over with you first though."
Venomshank didnât respond and just closed his eyes. Sighing out a low growl. He was exhausted. No matter how much he slept he just always woke up exhausted.
Probably since he hasnât eaten or drank anything in a few days.
Illumina continues to gently pet Venomshank to try and keep him at ease.
âHe hasnât spoken since I brought him hereâ
He nods, letting out a soft 'ah' in realization. He felt stupid. Of course he wouldn't speak- why would he?
"I see... apologies. I did not know."
He fell silent for a moment as he pondered, debating on what he should say next.
âItâs alright.â
Illumina grabs Venomshankâs wrist and holds it out to the other deity. Venomshank was surprisingly clean and his feathers looked well kept. Must be Illuminaâs doing.,..
âI think this must go quick. There is another I am very concerned about as wellâŚâ
He inspects the corvid deity's wrist, his gaze trialing all over his arm, gently getting a hold of him, moving some feathers away on the inside of his elbow. No veins visible. He moved up & down his arm, finally finding a vein in his hand.
"Venom, you are very clearly dehydrated.. I may have to give you some fluids before I actually start any parts of the procedure. Standards & all that..."
His briefcase, which was set to the side, he turned to for a moment, opening it. He had... alot of things! Including an entire collapsible IV pole & bags of medicine & fluids... how big was the inside of that thing? Who knew.
He let go of the corvid deity for a moment as he began setting everything up. He really was prepared, huh? He stumbled as he got up, knees wobbling a little. Was he okay-?
âAre you alright? Ghostwalker, please donât do this if you are unwellâŚâ
Illumina looked up, staring at Ghostwalker as he continued to try and keep the other calm. It was hard to see the doveâs expression under that halo but it was squinted in worry.
"I'm alright- just- I forgot my cane... again. I have weak joints, aswell as some chronic fatigue & arthritis- I don't know if I ever told you. I'm alright, though."
He nodded reassuringly, shakily sitting himself back down after hooking everything up, the tube connected to the bag not hooked up to an IV yet.
He pulled out the actual IV, a little tube & a needle- that would be inserted directly into a vein. He brought that along with some alcohol prep pads as he gently moved away some of Venomshank's feathers, trying to find that vein again...
Venomshank whined softly. He didnât know what was happening but he couldnât care less. It more of a confused whine than a hurt one.
âIf you need anything I can check Firebrandâs room. He uses a cane as well sinceâŚwell he canât see like he used tooâŚâ
He shook his head, pushing up his little rounded pair of glasses.
"No, no... I use an offset handle cane, he would not have one of those if he was blind... that would be a folding cane. He doesn't have the kind I need, but thank you for the offer."
He looked back at the deity infront of him, opening an alcohol prep pad & wiping the exposed skin with it. He attempts to soothe the corvid deity, not wanting to startle him in any way.
"Alright... just hold still for a moment. I'm going to put an IV in, I will warn you, it'll pinch a bit.."
âYou know more aboutâŚall these things. I suppose me not having a Ghostwalker does thatâŚâ
It was quite weird to see an Illumina without a GhostwalkerâŚ
âHow long will it take?â
"I suppose so... then again, I am considered an abnormality amongst versions of myself. I have yet to meet another version of myself who's also in the medical field."
He looks back down at the vein, making sure he's positioned right. He doesn't insert the needle yet.
"The IV or the procedure? The IV insertion won't take long at all... the procedure- I... am not sure."
"I- the whole thing I guess...I know this is a lot but...help is not around these lands. I didn't know what else to do..."
Illumina seemed nervous. Which made sense. He didn't want the others hurt. No matter how much Venomshank hurt or hated him he wanted him alive. Firebrand has always been there...
"Don't worry... I can take care of this. I understand this is alot on you. I understand..."
He nods reassuringly, facing him, attempting to look understanding & supportive. He longs to have his facial features again...
He turns back to the corvid deity, the needle & the tube ready to be inserted into his exposed vein. He soothes him, trying to make sure he won't flinch or freak out.
"I'm going to put the IV in now. It'll only hurt for a moment. In three... two..."
He pushes the needle in, pulling it out as soon as he's got the little tube in the vein. He hooks it up to the tube connected to the IV pole he had set up earlier, flicking a switch to push fluids into him.
He gets a little sticky patch & some gauze tape to hold the IV in place, working gently & efficiently, trying to coax the corvid deity whilst doing so.
"There. I'm going to give you some fluids first... I'll let you know when I give you anesthesia."
Venomshank tires pulling his wrist away but Illumina held it firm. The crow knew about potions, gases and all such. He knew what Ghostwalker was talking about. So he tried to pull away.
Even with a tank of a deity Venomshank was, he want as strong as he used to be....
Ghostwalker attempted to soothe him. He didn't want the corvid deity to be in distress, & he especially didn't want him jerking away. That would be bad.
He nodded to Illumina, thanking him for his efforts. He quickly finished putting the sticky patch & gauze tape on & around the IV, holding it in place. He then backed away, giving the deity some space.
Venomshank seemed to have calmed down a little, he didn't want to sleep...he hated going to sleep...the nightmares that await him...he doesn't want that!
"Do you mind if I turn on the lights Ven?"
The corvid was unresponsive for a moment before shaking his head. It was fine. From where the deity was sitting he lifted his hand, the lights turning on command.
Ghostwalker perked up slightly at the change in lighting. His vision was somewhat partial... so he was a little caught off guard. He pushed up his glasses.
"Oh. Fancy..."
He chuckled to himself, trying to atleast somewhat lighten the mood. He wanted Venomshank to be comfortable.
âI donât use magic much when not in battle butâŚthings a special case.â
Venomshank seemed to close his eyes and turned his head, not likely how bright everything was now. At least he was sitting stillâŚ
He nods in agreement, continuing on the conversation. It was nice to talk to someone like this.
"I can understand that... I refrain from using my abilities most of the time because they're very... draining. For myself & others around me. Not to mention, it would probably alarm most individuals.."
He does not elaborate, but he's willing to.
âThe amount of mortals that have quivered in fear from seeing the new Illumina isâŚalarmingâŚI guess it could be that Iâm the king till Firebrand is back in shapeâŚso I understand powers beingâŚterrifying.â
âAlthough, the mortals want their king back.â
He nods, still trying to soothe & comfort the corvid deity. Still, it was nice to have a conversation with someone like this.
"I can understand that must be difficult for you... times change suddenly & rather quickly- that I've learned myself. I'm still trying to get used to things myself..."
"I suppose the changes are nice? Still, difficult to adjust to sometimes..."
âLife throws things at you. For me it was being reborn. Iâm sure you have gone through your troubles as wellâŚâ
The undead deity seems to have fallen asleep orâŚnear there. His feathers flattened and returned to a more relaxed form.
"I surely have...- many of times, unfortunately. Sometimes it does feel like the last 3000 years have been just a sequence of unfortunate events."
He shakes his head, pushing up his glasses so they don't fall off his face.
He does not let go of Venomshank, nor does he stop attempting to soothe him. He's worried the withdrawal may wake him up, & it's easier if he's already asleep.
Venomshank whined softly before closing his eyes fully. Some left over tears falling down before he finally rested.
Illumina looked worried. Venomshank falling asleep was a good and bad thing. Good thing he was getting restâŚbad thing is the nightmares that followed.
âI hope things arenât as bad for you. You seemed quite stressed..â
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Is that...?
"Hello-? I was summoned here.."
A familiar tall, formally & achromatically dressed deity stands in the distance, calling out to the violet dove deity. He has his briefcase in his grasp, holding it infront of him with both gloved hands.
-@post-justice [GHOSTWALKER]
The deity came out from behind a curtain. His metal heels clicking against the polished floors.
The deity lookedâŚextremely different. Dressed in cleaner and majestic robes, hair now long and flowing, wings and tail preened and well kept and a halo blocking half his face the shape of The Spawn symbol.
His horn was bigger and more pointed and he had metal supports wrapped around his legs.
âAh. Itâs been a while. WellâŚfor me at least.â
He looked... much better, to say the least. The stitched & broken deity scanned him up & down, glad that he wasn't as wilted & withered as he was before. He was significantly more healthy.
"It has been awhile, I apologize for not checking in beforehand... I am rather busy."
He extended out a gloved hand, letting out a noise of content. If he had a mouth, he would be smiling. But he unfortunately didn't have one.
"Have things been going well for you? I would hope so..."
âItâsâŚalright. War and all.â
War? Thats new. He got closer, letting the curtain door fall behind him. Black feathers seemed to fall out of that areaâŚ
âIt is good to see you. Seeing the one who saved your life really brings up a moodâŚwithout you, someone would have found me dead. Laid in my garden of my old temple the next day.
"War? Well I suppose that can be understood & rather relatable... although I'd say my issues haven't escalated that much. Although if the route Darkheart continues it could be..."
He sighs after that last part, following & shaking his head. Their relationship was... interesting. He didn't say anything more or elaborate on that part, it must've been something more personal.
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his stitched neck with his free hand, sheepish.
"Well... it's just my job, really. No need to give me anymore credit or praise- I couldn't let you die. It would be going against my duty as a doctor, & my morals..."
âThe Spawn had taken the throne and now the rest of the Inpherno is at threat. Doesnât help that it released the one demon that hates me the most from his eternal prison.â
âI had to seal Ghostwalker away. He was sadly too far goneâŚwent insane from the Runes Book. That sentient book is enough on my plate.â
âAnd speaking of you being a doctorâŚI would hate to ask for help, although the situation is getting dire.â
He listens attentively, pondering & taking in the information given to him. Hm... he always had a bad feeling about that alternate of himself- although he couldn't particularly say much on the Spawn.
"Sentient book? Reminds me of Brigand's tome.. but that is way out of my reach, not like I'm interested in eternal & never-ending knowledge such as that... it would drive me mad."
He perks up. He needs his assistance? He can do that!
"I would be able to assist... I'm more then just my medicine & healing aswell, so I could server more purpose. Although I am rather occupied with my own issues, but I could try to accommodate that in my schedule."
He seemed so desperate & so insistent on proving his worth, although he was already... more then worthy, more then useful. It was kinda sad to see him insist like he was being doubted, he was used to being belittled & doubted- it was a habit.
âDo not force yourself. I do not want you to get overwhelmedâ
He brings up a hand to wave it off. The glowing of the halo seems to get a bit darker. He looked nervous. He didnât want to bother Ghostwalker with their issues.
ââŚI canât get my brother to eat. He refuses to take that mask off and if anyone touches it he will attack unless itâs me. He will just growl at me and yank awayâ
âI donât know if there is a different way I can get him to eat in a medical sense? I took his mask off once but he almost bit me when I tried to force food down his throat.â
His wing fluttered a bit.
âHe- he turned into my old self in a sense. Lost everything, no purpose left. He thinks Sword is dead, Darkheart used him as a toy he could just have fun killing over and over again, and The Spawn abandoned him.â
âHe was wrongfully called a monster and banished for something he couldnât control. If you haveâŚanything that could help I would be greatly appreciative and will owe you.â
âAnd- FirebrandâŚthereâs a lotâŚI donât want you overwhelmedâ
That... was alot to take in. He could only imagine how terrible it was to experience it firsthand. Although he didn't know how he was feeling exactly, he knew that feeling.
He contemplated for a moment. It was the mask that was the problem. Venomshank could still eat... but not through there.
"I mean.. there is the alternative of getting him a feeding tube. Although I'm not exactly a surgeon, I could still perform such a thing. I could insert it through his nose all the way down through his esophagus, or I could simply insert one through his abdomen. Either of those ways would be effective..."
He rubbed his mustache as he pondered more, his arms folded in a way that really showed his deep contemplation. The thinking man.
"I feel like that would be the most effective way... I could restrain him & then put him under anesthesia. Do you know if he'd respond badly to anesthesia via gas? I could give him it through an IV..."
He was really sticking with this idea. He was pretty certain it would be effective..
âWell, he usually produces gas. Although after going through the Shadow GardinaâŚThe creatures there just- itâs like they altered his chemistry. I donât know how well he will react, but we can try. Itâs the best option in my opinion. The less painful option pleaseâŚâ
His feathers flattened. Venomshank has been through enough pain already. He sighs, his one eye closing to think.
âI can restrain him, if you can get him knocked out then I think it will work.â
He shook his head, insisting that he could deal with him, insisting that he could restrain & deal with him. He didn't want to be a burden in any way.
"I'd suggest anesthesia via IV then, no struggle & its the most effective way, there is a little pinch with the needle going in, but I'm very skilled & experienced. So no worries, I'll handle it- you don't have to worry..."
"If you want to console him before or during the procedure though, I will not stop you. I think it would be good for him to be atleast somewhat comfortable, I can only do so much.."
âHe may react harshly but whatever thee- I mean- you think is bestâŚâ
He turned around and opened the curtain again, motioning the other to follow him.
He nodded, agreeing & thanking the other. He was glad he wasn't being dictated & micromanaged- it was absolutely infuriating.
"Thank you, I can assure you that I won't harm him in any way. I wish nothing but the best for him..."
Illumina nods and head into the room with the curtain door, motioning for Ghostwalker to follow.
The room was dark. Although it had enough light to see the figure on the ground. The room had black feathers scattered about and crows around the depressed deity.
His eyes and tears glowed in the dim room.
He was quiet, making sure he didn't startle the other deity, but he did observe his state. He... did not look well, he wouldn't deny, but he was a little intimidated of the idea of immediately going up to him & asking questions. He wanted to be gentle.
So he decided to wait, to stay & take in the information he could retrieve from merely just looking at him. He said nothing.
âVen.â
Illumina walked up to the limp deity, kneeling down and lifting him up a bit.
âStay calm ok?â
He looked over at Ghostwalker and motioned him to come over after making sure Venomshank wasnât going to attack him out of the blue.
Ghostwalker silently moved over, squatting down a bit himself to properly look at the two deities, most notably the crow deity.
He waved, attempting to contort his lacking & stitched face into a friendly expression, to little avail. He was silently wishing that he still had a mouth, so he could smile...
Venomshank was unresponsive. He only turned his head a bit to look at Ghostwalker. He looked so out of it. Tears constantly falling from his eyes and hitting the floor with a sizzle.
The mask looked new. Instead of brown it was white and didnât cover his entire face. He seemed soâŚdocile.
Illumina was holding the top half of his brother close, gently moving what was left of the fortyâs hair out of the way.
At least he wasnât fluffy anymore so this wouldnât be even harder.
He carefully inched closer, kneeling down towards the other deity. He wasn't necessarily afraid, he just didn't want to startle him.
He wanted to give him a consultation first. Morals, & all. He quietly cleared his throat.
"Hello... I was informed you were having difficulties eating? I- came up with a few solutions to that problem, I would like to talk it over with you first though."
Venomshank didnât respond and just closed his eyes. Sighing out a low growl. He was exhausted. No matter how much he slept he just always woke up exhausted.
Probably since he hasnât eaten or drank anything in a few days.
Illumina continues to gently pet Venomshank to try and keep him at ease.
âHe hasnât spoken since I brought him hereâ
He nods, letting out a soft 'ah' in realization. He felt stupid. Of course he wouldn't speak- why would he?
"I see... apologies. I did not know."
He fell silent for a moment as he pondered, debating on what he should say next.
âItâs alright.â
Illumina grabs Venomshankâs wrist and holds it out to the other deity. Venomshank was surprisingly clean and his feathers looked well kept. Must be Illuminaâs doing.,..
âI think this must go quick. There is another I am very concerned about as wellâŚâ
He inspects the corvid deity's wrist, his gaze trialing all over his arm, gently getting a hold of him, moving some feathers away on the inside of his elbow. No veins visible. He moved up & down his arm, finally finding a vein in his hand.
"Venom, you are very clearly dehydrated.. I may have to give you some fluids before I actually start any parts of the procedure. Standards & all that..."
His briefcase, which was set to the side, he turned to for a moment, opening it. He had... alot of things! Including an entire collapsible IV pole & bags of medicine & fluids... how big was the inside of that thing? Who knew.
He let go of the corvid deity for a moment as he began setting everything up. He really was prepared, huh? He stumbled as he got up, knees wobbling a little. Was he okay-?
âAre you alright? Ghostwalker, please donât do this if you are unwellâŚâ
Illumina looked up, staring at Ghostwalker as he continued to try and keep the other calm. It was hard to see the doveâs expression under that halo but it was squinted in worry.
"I'm alright- just- I forgot my cane... again. I have weak joints, aswell as some chronic fatigue & arthritis- I don't know if I ever told you. I'm alright, though."
He nodded reassuringly, shakily sitting himself back down after hooking everything up, the tube connected to the bag not hooked up to an IV yet.
He pulled out the actual IV, a little tube & a needle- that would be inserted directly into a vein. He brought that along with some alcohol prep pads as he gently moved away some of Venomshank's feathers, trying to find that vein again...
Venomshank whined softly. He didnât know what was happening but he couldnât care less. It more of a confused whine than a hurt one.
âIf you need anything I can check Firebrandâs room. He uses a cane as well sinceâŚwell he canât see like he used tooâŚâ
He shook his head, pushing up his little rounded pair of glasses.
"No, no... I use an offset handle cane, he would not have one of those if he was blind... that would be a folding cane. He doesn't have the kind I need, but thank you for the offer."
He looked back at the deity infront of him, opening an alcohol prep pad & wiping the exposed skin with it. He attempts to soothe the corvid deity, not wanting to startle him in any way.
"Alright... just hold still for a moment. I'm going to put an IV in, I will warn you, it'll pinch a bit.."
âYou know more aboutâŚall these things. I suppose me not having a Ghostwalker does thatâŚâ
It was quite weird to see an Illumina without a GhostwalkerâŚ
âHow long will it take?â
"I suppose so... then again, I am considered an abnormality amongst versions of myself. I have yet to meet another version of myself who's also in the medical field."
He looks back down at the vein, making sure he's positioned right. He doesn't insert the needle yet.
"The IV or the procedure? The IV insertion won't take long at all... the procedure- I... am not sure."
"I- the whole thing I guess...I know this is a lot but...help is not around these lands. I didn't know what else to do..."
Illumina seemed nervous. Which made sense. He didn't want the others hurt. No matter how much Venomshank hurt or hated him he wanted him alive. Firebrand has always been there...
"Don't worry... I can take care of this. I understand this is alot on you. I understand..."
He nods reassuringly, facing him, attempting to look understanding & supportive. He longs to have his facial features again...
He turns back to the corvid deity, the needle & the tube ready to be inserted into his exposed vein. He soothes him, trying to make sure he won't flinch or freak out.
"I'm going to put the IV in now. It'll only hurt for a moment. In three... two..."
He pushes the needle in, pulling it out as soon as he's got the little tube in the vein. He hooks it up to the tube connected to the IV pole he had set up earlier, flicking a switch to push fluids into him.
He gets a little sticky patch & some gauze tape to hold the IV in place, working gently & efficiently, trying to coax the corvid deity whilst doing so.
"There. I'm going to give you some fluids first... I'll let you know when I give you anesthesia."
Venomshank tires pulling his wrist away but Illumina held it firm. The crow knew about potions, gases and all such. He knew what Ghostwalker was talking about. So he tried to pull away.
Even with a tank of a deity Venomshank was, he want as strong as he used to be....
Ghostwalker attempted to soothe him. He didn't want the corvid deity to be in distress, & he especially didn't want him jerking away. That would be bad.
He nodded to Illumina, thanking him for his efforts. He quickly finished putting the sticky patch & gauze tape on & around the IV, holding it in place. He then backed away, giving the deity some space.
Venomshank seemed to have calmed down a little, he didn't want to sleep...he hated going to sleep...the nightmares that await him...he doesn't want that!
"Do you mind if I turn on the lights Ven?"
The corvid was unresponsive for a moment before shaking his head. It was fine. From where the deity was sitting he lifted his hand, the lights turning on command.
Ghostwalker perked up slightly at the change in lighting. His vision was somewhat partial... so he was a little caught off guard. He pushed up his glasses.
"Oh. Fancy..."
He chuckled to himself, trying to atleast somewhat lighten the mood. He wanted Venomshank to be comfortable.
âI donât use magic much when not in battle butâŚthings a special case.â
Venomshank seemed to close his eyes and turned his head, not likely how bright everything was now. At least he was sitting stillâŚ
He nods in agreement, continuing on the conversation. It was nice to talk to someone like this.
"I can understand that... I refrain from using my abilities most of the time because they're very... draining. For myself & others around me. Not to mention, it would probably alarm most individuals.."
He does not elaborate, but he's willing to.
âThe amount of mortals that have quivered in fear from seeing the new Illumina isâŚalarmingâŚI guess it could be that Iâm the king till Firebrand is back in shapeâŚso I understand powers beingâŚterrifying.â
âAlthough, the mortals want their king back.â
He nods, still trying to soothe & comfort the corvid deity. Still, it was nice to have a conversation with someone like this.
"I can understand that must be difficult for you... times change suddenly & rather quickly- that I've learned myself. I'm still trying to get used to things myself..."
"I suppose the changes are nice? Still, difficult to adjust to sometimes..."
âLife throws things at you. For me it was being reborn. Iâm sure you have gone through your troubles as wellâŚâ
The undead deity seems to have fallen asleep orâŚnear there. His feathers flattened and returned to a more relaxed form.
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Is that...?
"Hello-? I was summoned here.."
A familiar tall, formally & achromatically dressed deity stands in the distance, calling out to the violet dove deity. He has his briefcase in his grasp, holding it infront of him with both gloved hands.
-@post-justice [GHOSTWALKER]
The deity came out from behind a curtain. His metal heels clicking against the polished floors.
The deity lookedâŚextremely different. Dressed in cleaner and majestic robes, hair now long and flowing, wings and tail preened and well kept and a halo blocking half his face the shape of The Spawn symbol.
His horn was bigger and more pointed and he had metal supports wrapped around his legs.
âAh. Itâs been a while. WellâŚfor me at least.â
He looked... much better, to say the least. The stitched & broken deity scanned him up & down, glad that he wasn't as wilted & withered as he was before. He was significantly more healthy.
"It has been awhile, I apologize for not checking in beforehand... I am rather busy."
He extended out a gloved hand, letting out a noise of content. If he had a mouth, he would be smiling. But he unfortunately didn't have one.
"Have things been going well for you? I would hope so..."
âItâsâŚalright. War and all.â
War? Thats new. He got closer, letting the curtain door fall behind him. Black feathers seemed to fall out of that areaâŚ
âIt is good to see you. Seeing the one who saved your life really brings up a moodâŚwithout you, someone would have found me dead. Laid in my garden of my old temple the next day.
"War? Well I suppose that can be understood & rather relatable... although I'd say my issues haven't escalated that much. Although if the route Darkheart continues it could be..."
He sighs after that last part, following & shaking his head. Their relationship was... interesting. He didn't say anything more or elaborate on that part, it must've been something more personal.
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his stitched neck with his free hand, sheepish.
"Well... it's just my job, really. No need to give me anymore credit or praise- I couldn't let you die. It would be going against my duty as a doctor, & my morals..."
âThe Spawn had taken the throne and now the rest of the Inpherno is at threat. Doesnât help that it released the one demon that hates me the most from his eternal prison.â
âI had to seal Ghostwalker away. He was sadly too far goneâŚwent insane from the Runes Book. That sentient book is enough on my plate.â
âAnd speaking of you being a doctorâŚI would hate to ask for help, although the situation is getting dire.â
He listens attentively, pondering & taking in the information given to him. Hm... he always had a bad feeling about that alternate of himself- although he couldn't particularly say much on the Spawn.
"Sentient book? Reminds me of Brigand's tome.. but that is way out of my reach, not like I'm interested in eternal & never-ending knowledge such as that... it would drive me mad."
He perks up. He needs his assistance? He can do that!
"I would be able to assist... I'm more then just my medicine & healing aswell, so I could server more purpose. Although I am rather occupied with my own issues, but I could try to accommodate that in my schedule."
He seemed so desperate & so insistent on proving his worth, although he was already... more then worthy, more then useful. It was kinda sad to see him insist like he was being doubted, he was used to being belittled & doubted- it was a habit.
âDo not force yourself. I do not want you to get overwhelmedâ
He brings up a hand to wave it off. The glowing of the halo seems to get a bit darker. He looked nervous. He didnât want to bother Ghostwalker with their issues.
ââŚI canât get my brother to eat. He refuses to take that mask off and if anyone touches it he will attack unless itâs me. He will just growl at me and yank awayâ
âI donât know if there is a different way I can get him to eat in a medical sense? I took his mask off once but he almost bit me when I tried to force food down his throat.â
His wing fluttered a bit.
âHe- he turned into my old self in a sense. Lost everything, no purpose left. He thinks Sword is dead, Darkheart used him as a toy he could just have fun killing over and over again, and The Spawn abandoned him.â
âHe was wrongfully called a monster and banished for something he couldnât control. If you haveâŚanything that could help I would be greatly appreciative and will owe you.â
âAnd- FirebrandâŚthereâs a lotâŚI donât want you overwhelmedâ
That... was alot to take in. He could only imagine how terrible it was to experience it firsthand. Although he didn't know how he was feeling exactly, he knew that feeling.
He contemplated for a moment. It was the mask that was the problem. Venomshank could still eat... but not through there.
"I mean.. there is the alternative of getting him a feeding tube. Although I'm not exactly a surgeon, I could still perform such a thing. I could insert it through his nose all the way down through his esophagus, or I could simply insert one through his abdomen. Either of those ways would be effective..."
He rubbed his mustache as he pondered more, his arms folded in a way that really showed his deep contemplation. The thinking man.
"I feel like that would be the most effective way... I could restrain him & then put him under anesthesia. Do you know if he'd respond badly to anesthesia via gas? I could give him it through an IV..."
He was really sticking with this idea. He was pretty certain it would be effective..
âWell, he usually produces gas. Although after going through the Shadow GardinaâŚThe creatures there just- itâs like they altered his chemistry. I donât know how well he will react, but we can try. Itâs the best option in my opinion. The less painful option pleaseâŚâ
His feathers flattened. Venomshank has been through enough pain already. He sighs, his one eye closing to think.
âI can restrain him, if you can get him knocked out then I think it will work.â
He shook his head, insisting that he could deal with him, insisting that he could restrain & deal with him. He didn't want to be a burden in any way.
"I'd suggest anesthesia via IV then, no struggle & its the most effective way, there is a little pinch with the needle going in, but I'm very skilled & experienced. So no worries, I'll handle it- you don't have to worry..."
"If you want to console him before or during the procedure though, I will not stop you. I think it would be good for him to be atleast somewhat comfortable, I can only do so much.."
âHe may react harshly but whatever thee- I mean- you think is bestâŚâ
He turned around and opened the curtain again, motioning the other to follow him.
He nodded, agreeing & thanking the other. He was glad he wasn't being dictated & micromanaged- it was absolutely infuriating.
"Thank you, I can assure you that I won't harm him in any way. I wish nothing but the best for him..."
Illumina nods and head into the room with the curtain door, motioning for Ghostwalker to follow.
The room was dark. Although it had enough light to see the figure on the ground. The room had black feathers scattered about and crows around the depressed deity.
His eyes and tears glowed in the dim room.
He was quiet, making sure he didn't startle the other deity, but he did observe his state. He... did not look well, he wouldn't deny, but he was a little intimidated of the idea of immediately going up to him & asking questions. He wanted to be gentle.
So he decided to wait, to stay & take in the information he could retrieve from merely just looking at him. He said nothing.
âVen.â
Illumina walked up to the limp deity, kneeling down and lifting him up a bit.
âStay calm ok?â
He looked over at Ghostwalker and motioned him to come over after making sure Venomshank wasnât going to attack him out of the blue.
Ghostwalker silently moved over, squatting down a bit himself to properly look at the two deities, most notably the crow deity.
He waved, attempting to contort his lacking & stitched face into a friendly expression, to little avail. He was silently wishing that he still had a mouth, so he could smile...
Venomshank was unresponsive. He only turned his head a bit to look at Ghostwalker. He looked so out of it. Tears constantly falling from his eyes and hitting the floor with a sizzle.
The mask looked new. Instead of brown it was white and didnât cover his entire face. He seemed soâŚdocile.
Illumina was holding the top half of his brother close, gently moving what was left of the fortyâs hair out of the way.
At least he wasnât fluffy anymore so this wouldnât be even harder.
He carefully inched closer, kneeling down towards the other deity. He wasn't necessarily afraid, he just didn't want to startle him.
He wanted to give him a consultation first. Morals, & all. He quietly cleared his throat.
"Hello... I was informed you were having difficulties eating? I- came up with a few solutions to that problem, I would like to talk it over with you first though."
Venomshank didnât respond and just closed his eyes. Sighing out a low growl. He was exhausted. No matter how much he slept he just always woke up exhausted.
Probably since he hasnât eaten or drank anything in a few days.
Illumina continues to gently pet Venomshank to try and keep him at ease.
âHe hasnât spoken since I brought him hereâ
He nods, letting out a soft 'ah' in realization. He felt stupid. Of course he wouldn't speak- why would he?
"I see... apologies. I did not know."
He fell silent for a moment as he pondered, debating on what he should say next.
âItâs alright.â
Illumina grabs Venomshankâs wrist and holds it out to the other deity. Venomshank was surprisingly clean and his feathers looked well kept. Must be Illuminaâs doing.,..
âI think this must go quick. There is another I am very concerned about as wellâŚâ
He inspects the corvid deity's wrist, his gaze trialing all over his arm, gently getting a hold of him, moving some feathers away on the inside of his elbow. No veins visible. He moved up & down his arm, finally finding a vein in his hand.
"Venom, you are very clearly dehydrated.. I may have to give you some fluids before I actually start any parts of the procedure. Standards & all that..."
His briefcase, which was set to the side, he turned to for a moment, opening it. He had... alot of things! Including an entire collapsible IV pole & bags of medicine & fluids... how big was the inside of that thing? Who knew.
He let go of the corvid deity for a moment as he began setting everything up. He really was prepared, huh? He stumbled as he got up, knees wobbling a little. Was he okay-?
âAre you alright? Ghostwalker, please donât do this if you are unwellâŚâ
Illumina looked up, staring at Ghostwalker as he continued to try and keep the other calm. It was hard to see the doveâs expression under that halo but it was squinted in worry.
"I'm alright- just- I forgot my cane... again. I have weak joints, aswell as some chronic fatigue & arthritis- I don't know if I ever told you. I'm alright, though."
He nodded reassuringly, shakily sitting himself back down after hooking everything up, the tube connected to the bag not hooked up to an IV yet.
He pulled out the actual IV, a little tube & a needle- that would be inserted directly into a vein. He brought that along with some alcohol prep pads as he gently moved away some of Venomshank's feathers, trying to find that vein again...
Venomshank whined softly. He didnât know what was happening but he couldnât care less. It more of a confused whine than a hurt one.
âIf you need anything I can check Firebrandâs room. He uses a cane as well sinceâŚwell he canât see like he used tooâŚâ
He shook his head, pushing up his little rounded pair of glasses.
"No, no... I use an offset handle cane, he would not have one of those if he was blind... that would be a folding cane. He doesn't have the kind I need, but thank you for the offer."
He looked back at the deity infront of him, opening an alcohol prep pad & wiping the exposed skin with it. He attempts to soothe the corvid deity, not wanting to startle him in any way.
"Alright... just hold still for a moment. I'm going to put an IV in, I will warn you, it'll pinch a bit.."
âYou know more aboutâŚall these things. I suppose me not having a Ghostwalker does thatâŚâ
It was quite weird to see an Illumina without a GhostwalkerâŚ
âHow long will it take?â
"I suppose so... then again, I am considered an abnormality amongst versions of myself. I have yet to meet another version of myself who's also in the medical field."
He looks back down at the vein, making sure he's positioned right. He doesn't insert the needle yet.
"The IV or the procedure? The IV insertion won't take long at all... the procedure- I... am not sure."
"I- the whole thing I guess...I know this is a lot but...help is not around these lands. I didn't know what else to do..."
Illumina seemed nervous. Which made sense. He didn't want the others hurt. No matter how much Venomshank hurt or hated him he wanted him alive. Firebrand has always been there...
"Don't worry... I can take care of this. I understand this is alot on you. I understand..."
He nods reassuringly, facing him, attempting to look understanding & supportive. He longs to have his facial features again...
He turns back to the corvid deity, the needle & the tube ready to be inserted into his exposed vein. He soothes him, trying to make sure he won't flinch or freak out.
"I'm going to put the IV in now. It'll only hurt for a moment. In three... two..."
He pushes the needle in, pulling it out as soon as he's got the little tube in the vein. He hooks it up to the tube connected to the IV pole he had set up earlier, flicking a switch to push fluids into him.
He gets a little sticky patch & some gauze tape to hold the IV in place, working gently & efficiently, trying to coax the corvid deity whilst doing so.
"There. I'm going to give you some fluids first... I'll let you know when I give you anesthesia."
Venomshank tires pulling his wrist away but Illumina held it firm. The crow knew about potions, gases and all such. He knew what Ghostwalker was talking about. So he tried to pull away.
Even with a tank of a deity Venomshank was, he want as strong as he used to be....
Ghostwalker attempted to soothe him. He didn't want the corvid deity to be in distress, & he especially didn't want him jerking away. That would be bad.
He nodded to Illumina, thanking him for his efforts. He quickly finished putting the sticky patch & gauze tape on & around the IV, holding it in place. He then backed away, giving the deity some space.
Venomshank seemed to have calmed down a little, he didn't want to sleep...he hated going to sleep...the nightmares that await him...he doesn't want that!
"Do you mind if I turn on the lights Ven?"
The corvid was unresponsive for a moment before shaking his head. It was fine. From where the deity was sitting he lifted his hand, the lights turning on command.
Ghostwalker perked up slightly at the change in lighting. His vision was somewhat partial... so he was a little caught off guard. He pushed up his glasses.
"Oh. Fancy..."
He chuckled to himself, trying to atleast somewhat lighten the mood. He wanted Venomshank to be comfortable.
âI donât use magic much when not in battle butâŚthings a special case.â
Venomshank seemed to close his eyes and turned his head, not likely how bright everything was now. At least he was sitting stillâŚ
He nods in agreement, continuing on the conversation. It was nice to talk to someone like this.
"I can understand that... I refrain from using my abilities most of the time because they're very... draining. For myself & others around me. Not to mention, it would probably alarm most individuals.."
He does not elaborate, but he's willing to.
âThe amount of mortals that have quivered in fear from seeing the new Illumina isâŚalarmingâŚI guess it could be that Iâm the king till Firebrand is back in shapeâŚso I understand powers beingâŚterrifying.â
âAlthough, the mortals want their king back.â
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Is that...?
"Hello-? I was summoned here.."
A familiar tall, formally & achromatically dressed deity stands in the distance, calling out to the violet dove deity. He has his briefcase in his grasp, holding it infront of him with both gloved hands.
-@post-justice [GHOSTWALKER]
The deity came out from behind a curtain. His metal heels clicking against the polished floors.
The deity lookedâŚextremely different. Dressed in cleaner and majestic robes, hair now long and flowing, wings and tail preened and well kept and a halo blocking half his face the shape of The Spawn symbol.
His horn was bigger and more pointed and he had metal supports wrapped around his legs.
âAh. Itâs been a while. WellâŚfor me at least.â
He looked... much better, to say the least. The stitched & broken deity scanned him up & down, glad that he wasn't as wilted & withered as he was before. He was significantly more healthy.
"It has been awhile, I apologize for not checking in beforehand... I am rather busy."
He extended out a gloved hand, letting out a noise of content. If he had a mouth, he would be smiling. But he unfortunately didn't have one.
"Have things been going well for you? I would hope so..."
âItâsâŚalright. War and all.â
War? Thats new. He got closer, letting the curtain door fall behind him. Black feathers seemed to fall out of that areaâŚ
âIt is good to see you. Seeing the one who saved your life really brings up a moodâŚwithout you, someone would have found me dead. Laid in my garden of my old temple the next day.
"War? Well I suppose that can be understood & rather relatable... although I'd say my issues haven't escalated that much. Although if the route Darkheart continues it could be..."
He sighs after that last part, following & shaking his head. Their relationship was... interesting. He didn't say anything more or elaborate on that part, it must've been something more personal.
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his stitched neck with his free hand, sheepish.
"Well... it's just my job, really. No need to give me anymore credit or praise- I couldn't let you die. It would be going against my duty as a doctor, & my morals..."
âThe Spawn had taken the throne and now the rest of the Inpherno is at threat. Doesnât help that it released the one demon that hates me the most from his eternal prison.â
âI had to seal Ghostwalker away. He was sadly too far goneâŚwent insane from the Runes Book. That sentient book is enough on my plate.â
âAnd speaking of you being a doctorâŚI would hate to ask for help, although the situation is getting dire.â
He listens attentively, pondering & taking in the information given to him. Hm... he always had a bad feeling about that alternate of himself- although he couldn't particularly say much on the Spawn.
"Sentient book? Reminds me of Brigand's tome.. but that is way out of my reach, not like I'm interested in eternal & never-ending knowledge such as that... it would drive me mad."
He perks up. He needs his assistance? He can do that!
"I would be able to assist... I'm more then just my medicine & healing aswell, so I could server more purpose. Although I am rather occupied with my own issues, but I could try to accommodate that in my schedule."
He seemed so desperate & so insistent on proving his worth, although he was already... more then worthy, more then useful. It was kinda sad to see him insist like he was being doubted, he was used to being belittled & doubted- it was a habit.
âDo not force yourself. I do not want you to get overwhelmedâ
He brings up a hand to wave it off. The glowing of the halo seems to get a bit darker. He looked nervous. He didnât want to bother Ghostwalker with their issues.
ââŚI canât get my brother to eat. He refuses to take that mask off and if anyone touches it he will attack unless itâs me. He will just growl at me and yank awayâ
âI donât know if there is a different way I can get him to eat in a medical sense? I took his mask off once but he almost bit me when I tried to force food down his throat.â
His wing fluttered a bit.
âHe- he turned into my old self in a sense. Lost everything, no purpose left. He thinks Sword is dead, Darkheart used him as a toy he could just have fun killing over and over again, and The Spawn abandoned him.â
âHe was wrongfully called a monster and banished for something he couldnât control. If you haveâŚanything that could help I would be greatly appreciative and will owe you.â
âAnd- FirebrandâŚthereâs a lotâŚI donât want you overwhelmedâ
That... was alot to take in. He could only imagine how terrible it was to experience it firsthand. Although he didn't know how he was feeling exactly, he knew that feeling.
He contemplated for a moment. It was the mask that was the problem. Venomshank could still eat... but not through there.
"I mean.. there is the alternative of getting him a feeding tube. Although I'm not exactly a surgeon, I could still perform such a thing. I could insert it through his nose all the way down through his esophagus, or I could simply insert one through his abdomen. Either of those ways would be effective..."
He rubbed his mustache as he pondered more, his arms folded in a way that really showed his deep contemplation. The thinking man.
"I feel like that would be the most effective way... I could restrain him & then put him under anesthesia. Do you know if he'd respond badly to anesthesia via gas? I could give him it through an IV..."
He was really sticking with this idea. He was pretty certain it would be effective..
âWell, he usually produces gas. Although after going through the Shadow GardinaâŚThe creatures there just- itâs like they altered his chemistry. I donât know how well he will react, but we can try. Itâs the best option in my opinion. The less painful option pleaseâŚâ
His feathers flattened. Venomshank has been through enough pain already. He sighs, his one eye closing to think.
âI can restrain him, if you can get him knocked out then I think it will work.â
He shook his head, insisting that he could deal with him, insisting that he could restrain & deal with him. He didn't want to be a burden in any way.
"I'd suggest anesthesia via IV then, no struggle & its the most effective way, there is a little pinch with the needle going in, but I'm very skilled & experienced. So no worries, I'll handle it- you don't have to worry..."
"If you want to console him before or during the procedure though, I will not stop you. I think it would be good for him to be atleast somewhat comfortable, I can only do so much.."
âHe may react harshly but whatever thee- I mean- you think is bestâŚâ
He turned around and opened the curtain again, motioning the other to follow him.
He nodded, agreeing & thanking the other. He was glad he wasn't being dictated & micromanaged- it was absolutely infuriating.
"Thank you, I can assure you that I won't harm him in any way. I wish nothing but the best for him..."
Illumina nods and head into the room with the curtain door, motioning for Ghostwalker to follow.
The room was dark. Although it had enough light to see the figure on the ground. The room had black feathers scattered about and crows around the depressed deity.
His eyes and tears glowed in the dim room.
He was quiet, making sure he didn't startle the other deity, but he did observe his state. He... did not look well, he wouldn't deny, but he was a little intimidated of the idea of immediately going up to him & asking questions. He wanted to be gentle.
So he decided to wait, to stay & take in the information he could retrieve from merely just looking at him. He said nothing.
âVen.â
Illumina walked up to the limp deity, kneeling down and lifting him up a bit.
âStay calm ok?â
He looked over at Ghostwalker and motioned him to come over after making sure Venomshank wasnât going to attack him out of the blue.
Ghostwalker silently moved over, squatting down a bit himself to properly look at the two deities, most notably the crow deity.
He waved, attempting to contort his lacking & stitched face into a friendly expression, to little avail. He was silently wishing that he still had a mouth, so he could smile...
Venomshank was unresponsive. He only turned his head a bit to look at Ghostwalker. He looked so out of it. Tears constantly falling from his eyes and hitting the floor with a sizzle.
The mask looked new. Instead of brown it was white and didnât cover his entire face. He seemed soâŚdocile.
Illumina was holding the top half of his brother close, gently moving what was left of the fortyâs hair out of the way.
At least he wasnât fluffy anymore so this wouldnât be even harder.
He carefully inched closer, kneeling down towards the other deity. He wasn't necessarily afraid, he just didn't want to startle him.
He wanted to give him a consultation first. Morals, & all. He quietly cleared his throat.
"Hello... I was informed you were having difficulties eating? I- came up with a few solutions to that problem, I would like to talk it over with you first though."
Venomshank didnât respond and just closed his eyes. Sighing out a low growl. He was exhausted. No matter how much he slept he just always woke up exhausted.
Probably since he hasnât eaten or drank anything in a few days.
Illumina continues to gently pet Venomshank to try and keep him at ease.
âHe hasnât spoken since I brought him hereâ
He nods, letting out a soft 'ah' in realization. He felt stupid. Of course he wouldn't speak- why would he?
"I see... apologies. I did not know."
He fell silent for a moment as he pondered, debating on what he should say next.
âItâs alright.â
Illumina grabs Venomshankâs wrist and holds it out to the other deity. Venomshank was surprisingly clean and his feathers looked well kept. Must be Illuminaâs doing.,..
âI think this must go quick. There is another I am very concerned about as wellâŚâ
He inspects the corvid deity's wrist, his gaze trialing all over his arm, gently getting a hold of him, moving some feathers away on the inside of his elbow. No veins visible. He moved up & down his arm, finally finding a vein in his hand.
"Venom, you are very clearly dehydrated.. I may have to give you some fluids before I actually start any parts of the procedure. Standards & all that..."
His briefcase, which was set to the side, he turned to for a moment, opening it. He had... alot of things! Including an entire collapsible IV pole & bags of medicine & fluids... how big was the inside of that thing? Who knew.
He let go of the corvid deity for a moment as he began setting everything up. He really was prepared, huh? He stumbled as he got up, knees wobbling a little. Was he okay-?
âAre you alright? Ghostwalker, please donât do this if you are unwellâŚâ
Illumina looked up, staring at Ghostwalker as he continued to try and keep the other calm. It was hard to see the doveâs expression under that halo but it was squinted in worry.
"I'm alright- just- I forgot my cane... again. I have weak joints, aswell as some chronic fatigue & arthritis- I don't know if I ever told you. I'm alright, though."
He nodded reassuringly, shakily sitting himself back down after hooking everything up, the tube connected to the bag not hooked up to an IV yet.
He pulled out the actual IV, a little tube & a needle- that would be inserted directly into a vein. He brought that along with some alcohol prep pads as he gently moved away some of Venomshank's feathers, trying to find that vein again...
Venomshank whined softly. He didnât know what was happening but he couldnât care less. It more of a confused whine than a hurt one.
âIf you need anything I can check Firebrandâs room. He uses a cane as well sinceâŚwell he canât see like he used tooâŚâ
He shook his head, pushing up his little rounded pair of glasses.
"No, no... I use an offset handle cane, he would not have one of those if he was blind... that would be a folding cane. He doesn't have the kind I need, but thank you for the offer."
He looked back at the deity infront of him, opening an alcohol prep pad & wiping the exposed skin with it. He attempts to soothe the corvid deity, not wanting to startle him in any way.
"Alright... just hold still for a moment. I'm going to put an IV in, I will warn you, it'll pinch a bit.."
âYou know more aboutâŚall these things. I suppose me not having a Ghostwalker does thatâŚâ
It was quite weird to see an Illumina without a GhostwalkerâŚ
âHow long will it take?â
"I suppose so... then again, I am considered an abnormality amongst versions of myself. I have yet to meet another version of myself who's also in the medical field."
He looks back down at the vein, making sure he's positioned right. He doesn't insert the needle yet.
"The IV or the procedure? The IV insertion won't take long at all... the procedure- I... am not sure."
"I- the whole thing I guess...I know this is a lot but...help is not around these lands. I didn't know what else to do..."
Illumina seemed nervous. Which made sense. He didn't want the others hurt. No matter how much Venomshank hurt or hated him he wanted him alive. Firebrand has always been there...
"Don't worry... I can take care of this. I understand this is alot on you. I understand..."
He nods reassuringly, facing him, attempting to look understanding & supportive. He longs to have his facial features again...
He turns back to the corvid deity, the needle & the tube ready to be inserted into his exposed vein. He soothes him, trying to make sure he won't flinch or freak out.
"I'm going to put the IV in now. It'll only hurt for a moment. In three... two..."
He pushes the needle in, pulling it out as soon as he's got the little tube in the vein. He hooks it up to the tube connected to the IV pole he had set up earlier, flicking a switch to push fluids into him.
He gets a little sticky patch & some gauze tape to hold the IV in place, working gently & efficiently, trying to coax the corvid deity whilst doing so.
"There. I'm going to give you some fluids first... I'll let you know when I give you anesthesia."
Venomshank tires pulling his wrist away but Illumina held it firm. The crow knew about potions, gases and all such. He knew what Ghostwalker was talking about. So he tried to pull away.
Even with a tank of a deity Venomshank was, he want as strong as he used to be....
Ghostwalker attempted to soothe him. He didn't want the corvid deity to be in distress, & he especially didn't want him jerking away. That would be bad.
He nodded to Illumina, thanking him for his efforts. He quickly finished putting the sticky patch & gauze tape on & around the IV, holding it in place. He then backed away, giving the deity some space.
Venomshank seemed to have calmed down a little, he didn't want to sleep...he hated going to sleep...the nightmares that await him...he doesn't want that!
"Do you mind if I turn on the lights Ven?"
The corvid was unresponsive for a moment before shaking his head. It was fine. From where the deity was sitting he lifted his hand, the lights turning on command.
Ghostwalker perked up slightly at the change in lighting. His vision was somewhat partial... so he was a little caught off guard. He pushed up his glasses.
"Oh. Fancy..."
He chuckled to himself, trying to atleast somewhat lighten the mood. He wanted Venomshank to be comfortable.
âI donât use magic much when not in battle butâŚthings a special case.â
Venomshank seemed to close his eyes and turned his head, not likely how bright everything was now. At least he was sitting stillâŚ
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Is that...?
"Hello-? I was summoned here.."
A familiar tall, formally & achromatically dressed deity stands in the distance, calling out to the violet dove deity. He has his briefcase in his grasp, holding it infront of him with both gloved hands.
-@post-justice [GHOSTWALKER]
The deity came out from behind a curtain. His metal heels clicking against the polished floors.
The deity lookedâŚextremely different. Dressed in cleaner and majestic robes, hair now long and flowing, wings and tail preened and well kept and a halo blocking half his face the shape of The Spawn symbol.
His horn was bigger and more pointed and he had metal supports wrapped around his legs.
âAh. Itâs been a while. WellâŚfor me at least.â
He looked... much better, to say the least. The stitched & broken deity scanned him up & down, glad that he wasn't as wilted & withered as he was before. He was significantly more healthy.
"It has been awhile, I apologize for not checking in beforehand... I am rather busy."
He extended out a gloved hand, letting out a noise of content. If he had a mouth, he would be smiling. But he unfortunately didn't have one.
"Have things been going well for you? I would hope so..."
âItâsâŚalright. War and all.â
War? Thats new. He got closer, letting the curtain door fall behind him. Black feathers seemed to fall out of that areaâŚ
âIt is good to see you. Seeing the one who saved your life really brings up a moodâŚwithout you, someone would have found me dead. Laid in my garden of my old temple the next day.
"War? Well I suppose that can be understood & rather relatable... although I'd say my issues haven't escalated that much. Although if the route Darkheart continues it could be..."
He sighs after that last part, following & shaking his head. Their relationship was... interesting. He didn't say anything more or elaborate on that part, it must've been something more personal.
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his stitched neck with his free hand, sheepish.
"Well... it's just my job, really. No need to give me anymore credit or praise- I couldn't let you die. It would be going against my duty as a doctor, & my morals..."
âThe Spawn had taken the throne and now the rest of the Inpherno is at threat. Doesnât help that it released the one demon that hates me the most from his eternal prison.â
âI had to seal Ghostwalker away. He was sadly too far goneâŚwent insane from the Runes Book. That sentient book is enough on my plate.â
âAnd speaking of you being a doctorâŚI would hate to ask for help, although the situation is getting dire.â
He listens attentively, pondering & taking in the information given to him. Hm... he always had a bad feeling about that alternate of himself- although he couldn't particularly say much on the Spawn.
"Sentient book? Reminds me of Brigand's tome.. but that is way out of my reach, not like I'm interested in eternal & never-ending knowledge such as that... it would drive me mad."
He perks up. He needs his assistance? He can do that!
"I would be able to assist... I'm more then just my medicine & healing aswell, so I could server more purpose. Although I am rather occupied with my own issues, but I could try to accommodate that in my schedule."
He seemed so desperate & so insistent on proving his worth, although he was already... more then worthy, more then useful. It was kinda sad to see him insist like he was being doubted, he was used to being belittled & doubted- it was a habit.
âDo not force yourself. I do not want you to get overwhelmedâ
He brings up a hand to wave it off. The glowing of the halo seems to get a bit darker. He looked nervous. He didnât want to bother Ghostwalker with their issues.
ââŚI canât get my brother to eat. He refuses to take that mask off and if anyone touches it he will attack unless itâs me. He will just growl at me and yank awayâ
âI donât know if there is a different way I can get him to eat in a medical sense? I took his mask off once but he almost bit me when I tried to force food down his throat.â
His wing fluttered a bit.
âHe- he turned into my old self in a sense. Lost everything, no purpose left. He thinks Sword is dead, Darkheart used him as a toy he could just have fun killing over and over again, and The Spawn abandoned him.â
âHe was wrongfully called a monster and banished for something he couldnât control. If you haveâŚanything that could help I would be greatly appreciative and will owe you.â
âAnd- FirebrandâŚthereâs a lotâŚI donât want you overwhelmedâ
That... was alot to take in. He could only imagine how terrible it was to experience it firsthand. Although he didn't know how he was feeling exactly, he knew that feeling.
He contemplated for a moment. It was the mask that was the problem. Venomshank could still eat... but not through there.
"I mean.. there is the alternative of getting him a feeding tube. Although I'm not exactly a surgeon, I could still perform such a thing. I could insert it through his nose all the way down through his esophagus, or I could simply insert one through his abdomen. Either of those ways would be effective..."
He rubbed his mustache as he pondered more, his arms folded in a way that really showed his deep contemplation. The thinking man.
"I feel like that would be the most effective way... I could restrain him & then put him under anesthesia. Do you know if he'd respond badly to anesthesia via gas? I could give him it through an IV..."
He was really sticking with this idea. He was pretty certain it would be effective..
âWell, he usually produces gas. Although after going through the Shadow GardinaâŚThe creatures there just- itâs like they altered his chemistry. I donât know how well he will react, but we can try. Itâs the best option in my opinion. The less painful option pleaseâŚâ
His feathers flattened. Venomshank has been through enough pain already. He sighs, his one eye closing to think.
âI can restrain him, if you can get him knocked out then I think it will work.â
He shook his head, insisting that he could deal with him, insisting that he could restrain & deal with him. He didn't want to be a burden in any way.
"I'd suggest anesthesia via IV then, no struggle & its the most effective way, there is a little pinch with the needle going in, but I'm very skilled & experienced. So no worries, I'll handle it- you don't have to worry..."
"If you want to console him before or during the procedure though, I will not stop you. I think it would be good for him to be atleast somewhat comfortable, I can only do so much.."
âHe may react harshly but whatever thee- I mean- you think is bestâŚâ
He turned around and opened the curtain again, motioning the other to follow him.
He nodded, agreeing & thanking the other. He was glad he wasn't being dictated & micromanaged- it was absolutely infuriating.
"Thank you, I can assure you that I won't harm him in any way. I wish nothing but the best for him..."
Illumina nods and head into the room with the curtain door, motioning for Ghostwalker to follow.
The room was dark. Although it had enough light to see the figure on the ground. The room had black feathers scattered about and crows around the depressed deity.
His eyes and tears glowed in the dim room.
He was quiet, making sure he didn't startle the other deity, but he did observe his state. He... did not look well, he wouldn't deny, but he was a little intimidated of the idea of immediately going up to him & asking questions. He wanted to be gentle.
So he decided to wait, to stay & take in the information he could retrieve from merely just looking at him. He said nothing.
âVen.â
Illumina walked up to the limp deity, kneeling down and lifting him up a bit.
âStay calm ok?â
He looked over at Ghostwalker and motioned him to come over after making sure Venomshank wasnât going to attack him out of the blue.
Ghostwalker silently moved over, squatting down a bit himself to properly look at the two deities, most notably the crow deity.
He waved, attempting to contort his lacking & stitched face into a friendly expression, to little avail. He was silently wishing that he still had a mouth, so he could smile...
Venomshank was unresponsive. He only turned his head a bit to look at Ghostwalker. He looked so out of it. Tears constantly falling from his eyes and hitting the floor with a sizzle.
The mask looked new. Instead of brown it was white and didnât cover his entire face. He seemed soâŚdocile.
Illumina was holding the top half of his brother close, gently moving what was left of the fortyâs hair out of the way.
At least he wasnât fluffy anymore so this wouldnât be even harder.
He carefully inched closer, kneeling down towards the other deity. He wasn't necessarily afraid, he just didn't want to startle him.
He wanted to give him a consultation first. Morals, & all. He quietly cleared his throat.
"Hello... I was informed you were having difficulties eating? I- came up with a few solutions to that problem, I would like to talk it over with you first though."
Venomshank didnât respond and just closed his eyes. Sighing out a low growl. He was exhausted. No matter how much he slept he just always woke up exhausted.
Probably since he hasnât eaten or drank anything in a few days.
Illumina continues to gently pet Venomshank to try and keep him at ease.
âHe hasnât spoken since I brought him hereâ
He nods, letting out a soft 'ah' in realization. He felt stupid. Of course he wouldn't speak- why would he?
"I see... apologies. I did not know."
He fell silent for a moment as he pondered, debating on what he should say next.
âItâs alright.â
Illumina grabs Venomshankâs wrist and holds it out to the other deity. Venomshank was surprisingly clean and his feathers looked well kept. Must be Illuminaâs doing.,..
âI think this must go quick. There is another I am very concerned about as wellâŚâ
He inspects the corvid deity's wrist, his gaze trialing all over his arm, gently getting a hold of him, moving some feathers away on the inside of his elbow. No veins visible. He moved up & down his arm, finally finding a vein in his hand.
"Venom, you are very clearly dehydrated.. I may have to give you some fluids before I actually start any parts of the procedure. Standards & all that..."
His briefcase, which was set to the side, he turned to for a moment, opening it. He had... alot of things! Including an entire collapsible IV pole & bags of medicine & fluids... how big was the inside of that thing? Who knew.
He let go of the corvid deity for a moment as he began setting everything up. He really was prepared, huh? He stumbled as he got up, knees wobbling a little. Was he okay-?
âAre you alright? Ghostwalker, please donât do this if you are unwellâŚâ
Illumina looked up, staring at Ghostwalker as he continued to try and keep the other calm. It was hard to see the doveâs expression under that halo but it was squinted in worry.
"I'm alright- just- I forgot my cane... again. I have weak joints, aswell as some chronic fatigue & arthritis- I don't know if I ever told you. I'm alright, though."
He nodded reassuringly, shakily sitting himself back down after hooking everything up, the tube connected to the bag not hooked up to an IV yet.
He pulled out the actual IV, a little tube & a needle- that would be inserted directly into a vein. He brought that along with some alcohol prep pads as he gently moved away some of Venomshank's feathers, trying to find that vein again...
Venomshank whined softly. He didnât know what was happening but he couldnât care less. It more of a confused whine than a hurt one.
âIf you need anything I can check Firebrandâs room. He uses a cane as well sinceâŚwell he canât see like he used tooâŚâ
He shook his head, pushing up his little rounded pair of glasses.
"No, no... I use an offset handle cane, he would not have one of those if he was blind... that would be a folding cane. He doesn't have the kind I need, but thank you for the offer."
He looked back at the deity infront of him, opening an alcohol prep pad & wiping the exposed skin with it. He attempts to soothe the corvid deity, not wanting to startle him in any way.
"Alright... just hold still for a moment. I'm going to put an IV in, I will warn you, it'll pinch a bit.."
âYou know more aboutâŚall these things. I suppose me not having a Ghostwalker does thatâŚâ
It was quite weird to see an Illumina without a GhostwalkerâŚ
âHow long will it take?â
"I suppose so... then again, I am considered an abnormality amongst versions of myself. I have yet to meet another version of myself who's also in the medical field."
He looks back down at the vein, making sure he's positioned right. He doesn't insert the needle yet.
"The IV or the procedure? The IV insertion won't take long at all... the procedure- I... am not sure."
"I- the whole thing I guess...I know this is a lot but...help is not around these lands. I didn't know what else to do..."
Illumina seemed nervous. Which made sense. He didn't want the others hurt. No matter how much Venomshank hurt or hated him he wanted him alive. Firebrand has always been there...
"Don't worry... I can take care of this. I understand this is alot on you. I understand..."
He nods reassuringly, facing him, attempting to look understanding & supportive. He longs to have his facial features again...
He turns back to the corvid deity, the needle & the tube ready to be inserted into his exposed vein. He soothes him, trying to make sure he won't flinch or freak out.
"I'm going to put the IV in now. It'll only hurt for a moment. In three... two..."
He pushes the needle in, pulling it out as soon as he's got the little tube in the vein. He hooks it up to the tube connected to the IV pole he had set up earlier, flicking a switch to push fluids into him.
He gets a little sticky patch & some gauze tape to hold the IV in place, working gently & efficiently, trying to coax the corvid deity whilst doing so.
"There. I'm going to give you some fluids first... I'll let you know when I give you anesthesia."
Venomshank tires pulling his wrist away but Illumina held it firm. The crow knew about potions, gases and all such. He knew what Ghostwalker was talking about. So he tried to pull away.
Even with a tank of a deity Venomshank was, he want as strong as he used to be....
Ghostwalker attempted to soothe him. He didn't want the corvid deity to be in distress, & he especially didn't want him jerking away. That would be bad.
He nodded to Illumina, thanking him for his efforts. He quickly finished putting the sticky patch & gauze tape on & around the IV, holding it in place. He then backed away, giving the deity some space.
Venomshank seemed to have calmed down a little, he didn't want to sleep...he hated going to sleep...the nightmares that await him...he doesn't want that!
"Do you mind if I turn on the lights Ven?"
The corvid was unresponsive for a moment before shaking his head. It was fine. From where the deity was sitting he lifted his hand, the lights turning on command.
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Is that...?
"Hello-? I was summoned here.."
A familiar tall, formally & achromatically dressed deity stands in the distance, calling out to the violet dove deity. He has his briefcase in his grasp, holding it infront of him with both gloved hands.
-@post-justice [GHOSTWALKER]
The deity came out from behind a curtain. His metal heels clicking against the polished floors.
The deity lookedâŚextremely different. Dressed in cleaner and majestic robes, hair now long and flowing, wings and tail preened and well kept and a halo blocking half his face the shape of The Spawn symbol.
His horn was bigger and more pointed and he had metal supports wrapped around his legs.
âAh. Itâs been a while. WellâŚfor me at least.â
He looked... much better, to say the least. The stitched & broken deity scanned him up & down, glad that he wasn't as wilted & withered as he was before. He was significantly more healthy.
"It has been awhile, I apologize for not checking in beforehand... I am rather busy."
He extended out a gloved hand, letting out a noise of content. If he had a mouth, he would be smiling. But he unfortunately didn't have one.
"Have things been going well for you? I would hope so..."
âItâsâŚalright. War and all.â
War? Thats new. He got closer, letting the curtain door fall behind him. Black feathers seemed to fall out of that areaâŚ
âIt is good to see you. Seeing the one who saved your life really brings up a moodâŚwithout you, someone would have found me dead. Laid in my garden of my old temple the next day.
"War? Well I suppose that can be understood & rather relatable... although I'd say my issues haven't escalated that much. Although if the route Darkheart continues it could be..."
He sighs after that last part, following & shaking his head. Their relationship was... interesting. He didn't say anything more or elaborate on that part, it must've been something more personal.
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his stitched neck with his free hand, sheepish.
"Well... it's just my job, really. No need to give me anymore credit or praise- I couldn't let you die. It would be going against my duty as a doctor, & my morals..."
âThe Spawn had taken the throne and now the rest of the Inpherno is at threat. Doesnât help that it released the one demon that hates me the most from his eternal prison.â
âI had to seal Ghostwalker away. He was sadly too far goneâŚwent insane from the Runes Book. That sentient book is enough on my plate.â
âAnd speaking of you being a doctorâŚI would hate to ask for help, although the situation is getting dire.â
He listens attentively, pondering & taking in the information given to him. Hm... he always had a bad feeling about that alternate of himself- although he couldn't particularly say much on the Spawn.
"Sentient book? Reminds me of Brigand's tome.. but that is way out of my reach, not like I'm interested in eternal & never-ending knowledge such as that... it would drive me mad."
He perks up. He needs his assistance? He can do that!
"I would be able to assist... I'm more then just my medicine & healing aswell, so I could server more purpose. Although I am rather occupied with my own issues, but I could try to accommodate that in my schedule."
He seemed so desperate & so insistent on proving his worth, although he was already... more then worthy, more then useful. It was kinda sad to see him insist like he was being doubted, he was used to being belittled & doubted- it was a habit.
âDo not force yourself. I do not want you to get overwhelmedâ
He brings up a hand to wave it off. The glowing of the halo seems to get a bit darker. He looked nervous. He didnât want to bother Ghostwalker with their issues.
ââŚI canât get my brother to eat. He refuses to take that mask off and if anyone touches it he will attack unless itâs me. He will just growl at me and yank awayâ
âI donât know if there is a different way I can get him to eat in a medical sense? I took his mask off once but he almost bit me when I tried to force food down his throat.â
His wing fluttered a bit.
âHe- he turned into my old self in a sense. Lost everything, no purpose left. He thinks Sword is dead, Darkheart used him as a toy he could just have fun killing over and over again, and The Spawn abandoned him.â
âHe was wrongfully called a monster and banished for something he couldnât control. If you haveâŚanything that could help I would be greatly appreciative and will owe you.â
âAnd- FirebrandâŚthereâs a lotâŚI donât want you overwhelmedâ
That... was alot to take in. He could only imagine how terrible it was to experience it firsthand. Although he didn't know how he was feeling exactly, he knew that feeling.
He contemplated for a moment. It was the mask that was the problem. Venomshank could still eat... but not through there.
"I mean.. there is the alternative of getting him a feeding tube. Although I'm not exactly a surgeon, I could still perform such a thing. I could insert it through his nose all the way down through his esophagus, or I could simply insert one through his abdomen. Either of those ways would be effective..."
He rubbed his mustache as he pondered more, his arms folded in a way that really showed his deep contemplation. The thinking man.
"I feel like that would be the most effective way... I could restrain him & then put him under anesthesia. Do you know if he'd respond badly to anesthesia via gas? I could give him it through an IV..."
He was really sticking with this idea. He was pretty certain it would be effective..
âWell, he usually produces gas. Although after going through the Shadow GardinaâŚThe creatures there just- itâs like they altered his chemistry. I donât know how well he will react, but we can try. Itâs the best option in my opinion. The less painful option pleaseâŚâ
His feathers flattened. Venomshank has been through enough pain already. He sighs, his one eye closing to think.
âI can restrain him, if you can get him knocked out then I think it will work.â
He shook his head, insisting that he could deal with him, insisting that he could restrain & deal with him. He didn't want to be a burden in any way.
"I'd suggest anesthesia via IV then, no struggle & its the most effective way, there is a little pinch with the needle going in, but I'm very skilled & experienced. So no worries, I'll handle it- you don't have to worry..."
"If you want to console him before or during the procedure though, I will not stop you. I think it would be good for him to be atleast somewhat comfortable, I can only do so much.."
âHe may react harshly but whatever thee- I mean- you think is bestâŚâ
He turned around and opened the curtain again, motioning the other to follow him.
He nodded, agreeing & thanking the other. He was glad he wasn't being dictated & micromanaged- it was absolutely infuriating.
"Thank you, I can assure you that I won't harm him in any way. I wish nothing but the best for him..."
Illumina nods and head into the room with the curtain door, motioning for Ghostwalker to follow.
The room was dark. Although it had enough light to see the figure on the ground. The room had black feathers scattered about and crows around the depressed deity.
His eyes and tears glowed in the dim room.
He was quiet, making sure he didn't startle the other deity, but he did observe his state. He... did not look well, he wouldn't deny, but he was a little intimidated of the idea of immediately going up to him & asking questions. He wanted to be gentle.
So he decided to wait, to stay & take in the information he could retrieve from merely just looking at him. He said nothing.
âVen.â
Illumina walked up to the limp deity, kneeling down and lifting him up a bit.
âStay calm ok?â
He looked over at Ghostwalker and motioned him to come over after making sure Venomshank wasnât going to attack him out of the blue.
Ghostwalker silently moved over, squatting down a bit himself to properly look at the two deities, most notably the crow deity.
He waved, attempting to contort his lacking & stitched face into a friendly expression, to little avail. He was silently wishing that he still had a mouth, so he could smile...
Venomshank was unresponsive. He only turned his head a bit to look at Ghostwalker. He looked so out of it. Tears constantly falling from his eyes and hitting the floor with a sizzle.
The mask looked new. Instead of brown it was white and didnât cover his entire face. He seemed soâŚdocile.
Illumina was holding the top half of his brother close, gently moving what was left of the fortyâs hair out of the way.
At least he wasnât fluffy anymore so this wouldnât be even harder.
He carefully inched closer, kneeling down towards the other deity. He wasn't necessarily afraid, he just didn't want to startle him.
He wanted to give him a consultation first. Morals, & all. He quietly cleared his throat.
"Hello... I was informed you were having difficulties eating? I- came up with a few solutions to that problem, I would like to talk it over with you first though."
Venomshank didnât respond and just closed his eyes. Sighing out a low growl. He was exhausted. No matter how much he slept he just always woke up exhausted.
Probably since he hasnât eaten or drank anything in a few days.
Illumina continues to gently pet Venomshank to try and keep him at ease.
âHe hasnât spoken since I brought him hereâ
He nods, letting out a soft 'ah' in realization. He felt stupid. Of course he wouldn't speak- why would he?
"I see... apologies. I did not know."
He fell silent for a moment as he pondered, debating on what he should say next.
âItâs alright.â
Illumina grabs Venomshankâs wrist and holds it out to the other deity. Venomshank was surprisingly clean and his feathers looked well kept. Must be Illuminaâs doing.,..
âI think this must go quick. There is another I am very concerned about as wellâŚâ
He inspects the corvid deity's wrist, his gaze trialing all over his arm, gently getting a hold of him, moving some feathers away on the inside of his elbow. No veins visible. He moved up & down his arm, finally finding a vein in his hand.
"Venom, you are very clearly dehydrated.. I may have to give you some fluids before I actually start any parts of the procedure. Standards & all that..."
His briefcase, which was set to the side, he turned to for a moment, opening it. He had... alot of things! Including an entire collapsible IV pole & bags of medicine & fluids... how big was the inside of that thing? Who knew.
He let go of the corvid deity for a moment as he began setting everything up. He really was prepared, huh? He stumbled as he got up, knees wobbling a little. Was he okay-?
âAre you alright? Ghostwalker, please donât do this if you are unwellâŚâ
Illumina looked up, staring at Ghostwalker as he continued to try and keep the other calm. It was hard to see the doveâs expression under that halo but it was squinted in worry.
"I'm alright- just- I forgot my cane... again. I have weak joints, aswell as some chronic fatigue & arthritis- I don't know if I ever told you. I'm alright, though."
He nodded reassuringly, shakily sitting himself back down after hooking everything up, the tube connected to the bag not hooked up to an IV yet.
He pulled out the actual IV, a little tube & a needle- that would be inserted directly into a vein. He brought that along with some alcohol prep pads as he gently moved away some of Venomshank's feathers, trying to find that vein again...
Venomshank whined softly. He didnât know what was happening but he couldnât care less. It more of a confused whine than a hurt one.
âIf you need anything I can check Firebrandâs room. He uses a cane as well sinceâŚwell he canât see like he used tooâŚâ
He shook his head, pushing up his little rounded pair of glasses.
"No, no... I use an offset handle cane, he would not have one of those if he was blind... that would be a folding cane. He doesn't have the kind I need, but thank you for the offer."
He looked back at the deity infront of him, opening an alcohol prep pad & wiping the exposed skin with it. He attempts to soothe the corvid deity, not wanting to startle him in any way.
"Alright... just hold still for a moment. I'm going to put an IV in, I will warn you, it'll pinch a bit.."
âYou know more aboutâŚall these things. I suppose me not having a Ghostwalker does thatâŚâ
It was quite weird to see an Illumina without a GhostwalkerâŚ
âHow long will it take?â
"I suppose so... then again, I am considered an abnormality amongst versions of myself. I have yet to meet another version of myself who's also in the medical field."
He looks back down at the vein, making sure he's positioned right. He doesn't insert the needle yet.
"The IV or the procedure? The IV insertion won't take long at all... the procedure- I... am not sure."
"I- the whole thing I guess...I know this is a lot but...help is not around these lands. I didn't know what else to do..."
Illumina seemed nervous. Which made sense. He didn't want the others hurt. No matter how much Venomshank hurt or hated him he wanted him alive. Firebrand has always been there...
"Don't worry... I can take care of this. I understand this is alot on you. I understand..."
He nods reassuringly, facing him, attempting to look understanding & supportive. He longs to have his facial features again...
He turns back to the corvid deity, the needle & the tube ready to be inserted into his exposed vein. He soothes him, trying to make sure he won't flinch or freak out.
"I'm going to put the IV in now. It'll only hurt for a moment. In three... two..."
He pushes the needle in, pulling it out as soon as he's got the little tube in the vein. He hooks it up to the tube connected to the IV pole he had set up earlier, flicking a switch to push fluids into him.
He gets a little sticky patch & some gauze tape to hold the IV in place, working gently & efficiently, trying to coax the corvid deity whilst doing so.
"There. I'm going to give you some fluids first... I'll let you know when I give you anesthesia."
Venomshank tires pulling his wrist away but Illumina held it firm. The crow knew about potions, gases and all such. He knew what Ghostwalker was talking about. So he tried to pull away.
Even with a tank of a deity Venomshank was, he want as strong as he used to be....
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Is that...?
"Hello-? I was summoned here.."
A familiar tall, formally & achromatically dressed deity stands in the distance, calling out to the violet dove deity. He has his briefcase in his grasp, holding it infront of him with both gloved hands.
-@post-justice [GHOSTWALKER]
The deity came out from behind a curtain. His metal heels clicking against the polished floors.
The deity lookedâŚextremely different. Dressed in cleaner and majestic robes, hair now long and flowing, wings and tail preened and well kept and a halo blocking half his face the shape of The Spawn symbol.
His horn was bigger and more pointed and he had metal supports wrapped around his legs.
âAh. Itâs been a while. WellâŚfor me at least.â
He looked... much better, to say the least. The stitched & broken deity scanned him up & down, glad that he wasn't as wilted & withered as he was before. He was significantly more healthy.
"It has been awhile, I apologize for not checking in beforehand... I am rather busy."
He extended out a gloved hand, letting out a noise of content. If he had a mouth, he would be smiling. But he unfortunately didn't have one.
"Have things been going well for you? I would hope so..."
âItâsâŚalright. War and all.â
War? Thats new. He got closer, letting the curtain door fall behind him. Black feathers seemed to fall out of that areaâŚ
âIt is good to see you. Seeing the one who saved your life really brings up a moodâŚwithout you, someone would have found me dead. Laid in my garden of my old temple the next day.
"War? Well I suppose that can be understood & rather relatable... although I'd say my issues haven't escalated that much. Although if the route Darkheart continues it could be..."
He sighs after that last part, following & shaking his head. Their relationship was... interesting. He didn't say anything more or elaborate on that part, it must've been something more personal.
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his stitched neck with his free hand, sheepish.
"Well... it's just my job, really. No need to give me anymore credit or praise- I couldn't let you die. It would be going against my duty as a doctor, & my morals..."
âThe Spawn had taken the throne and now the rest of the Inpherno is at threat. Doesnât help that it released the one demon that hates me the most from his eternal prison.â
âI had to seal Ghostwalker away. He was sadly too far goneâŚwent insane from the Runes Book. That sentient book is enough on my plate.â
âAnd speaking of you being a doctorâŚI would hate to ask for help, although the situation is getting dire.â
He listens attentively, pondering & taking in the information given to him. Hm... he always had a bad feeling about that alternate of himself- although he couldn't particularly say much on the Spawn.
"Sentient book? Reminds me of Brigand's tome.. but that is way out of my reach, not like I'm interested in eternal & never-ending knowledge such as that... it would drive me mad."
He perks up. He needs his assistance? He can do that!
"I would be able to assist... I'm more then just my medicine & healing aswell, so I could server more purpose. Although I am rather occupied with my own issues, but I could try to accommodate that in my schedule."
He seemed so desperate & so insistent on proving his worth, although he was already... more then worthy, more then useful. It was kinda sad to see him insist like he was being doubted, he was used to being belittled & doubted- it was a habit.
âDo not force yourself. I do not want you to get overwhelmedâ
He brings up a hand to wave it off. The glowing of the halo seems to get a bit darker. He looked nervous. He didnât want to bother Ghostwalker with their issues.
ââŚI canât get my brother to eat. He refuses to take that mask off and if anyone touches it he will attack unless itâs me. He will just growl at me and yank awayâ
âI donât know if there is a different way I can get him to eat in a medical sense? I took his mask off once but he almost bit me when I tried to force food down his throat.â
His wing fluttered a bit.
âHe- he turned into my old self in a sense. Lost everything, no purpose left. He thinks Sword is dead, Darkheart used him as a toy he could just have fun killing over and over again, and The Spawn abandoned him.â
âHe was wrongfully called a monster and banished for something he couldnât control. If you haveâŚanything that could help I would be greatly appreciative and will owe you.â
âAnd- FirebrandâŚthereâs a lotâŚI donât want you overwhelmedâ
That... was alot to take in. He could only imagine how terrible it was to experience it firsthand. Although he didn't know how he was feeling exactly, he knew that feeling.
He contemplated for a moment. It was the mask that was the problem. Venomshank could still eat... but not through there.
"I mean.. there is the alternative of getting him a feeding tube. Although I'm not exactly a surgeon, I could still perform such a thing. I could insert it through his nose all the way down through his esophagus, or I could simply insert one through his abdomen. Either of those ways would be effective..."
He rubbed his mustache as he pondered more, his arms folded in a way that really showed his deep contemplation. The thinking man.
"I feel like that would be the most effective way... I could restrain him & then put him under anesthesia. Do you know if he'd respond badly to anesthesia via gas? I could give him it through an IV..."
He was really sticking with this idea. He was pretty certain it would be effective..
âWell, he usually produces gas. Although after going through the Shadow GardinaâŚThe creatures there just- itâs like they altered his chemistry. I donât know how well he will react, but we can try. Itâs the best option in my opinion. The less painful option pleaseâŚâ
His feathers flattened. Venomshank has been through enough pain already. He sighs, his one eye closing to think.
âI can restrain him, if you can get him knocked out then I think it will work.â
He shook his head, insisting that he could deal with him, insisting that he could restrain & deal with him. He didn't want to be a burden in any way.
"I'd suggest anesthesia via IV then, no struggle & its the most effective way, there is a little pinch with the needle going in, but I'm very skilled & experienced. So no worries, I'll handle it- you don't have to worry..."
"If you want to console him before or during the procedure though, I will not stop you. I think it would be good for him to be atleast somewhat comfortable, I can only do so much.."
âHe may react harshly but whatever thee- I mean- you think is bestâŚâ
He turned around and opened the curtain again, motioning the other to follow him.
He nodded, agreeing & thanking the other. He was glad he wasn't being dictated & micromanaged- it was absolutely infuriating.
"Thank you, I can assure you that I won't harm him in any way. I wish nothing but the best for him..."
Illumina nods and head into the room with the curtain door, motioning for Ghostwalker to follow.
The room was dark. Although it had enough light to see the figure on the ground. The room had black feathers scattered about and crows around the depressed deity.
His eyes and tears glowed in the dim room.
He was quiet, making sure he didn't startle the other deity, but he did observe his state. He... did not look well, he wouldn't deny, but he was a little intimidated of the idea of immediately going up to him & asking questions. He wanted to be gentle.
So he decided to wait, to stay & take in the information he could retrieve from merely just looking at him. He said nothing.
âVen.â
Illumina walked up to the limp deity, kneeling down and lifting him up a bit.
âStay calm ok?â
He looked over at Ghostwalker and motioned him to come over after making sure Venomshank wasnât going to attack him out of the blue.
Ghostwalker silently moved over, squatting down a bit himself to properly look at the two deities, most notably the crow deity.
He waved, attempting to contort his lacking & stitched face into a friendly expression, to little avail. He was silently wishing that he still had a mouth, so he could smile...
Venomshank was unresponsive. He only turned his head a bit to look at Ghostwalker. He looked so out of it. Tears constantly falling from his eyes and hitting the floor with a sizzle.
The mask looked new. Instead of brown it was white and didnât cover his entire face. He seemed soâŚdocile.
Illumina was holding the top half of his brother close, gently moving what was left of the fortyâs hair out of the way.
At least he wasnât fluffy anymore so this wouldnât be even harder.
He carefully inched closer, kneeling down towards the other deity. He wasn't necessarily afraid, he just didn't want to startle him.
He wanted to give him a consultation first. Morals, & all. He quietly cleared his throat.
"Hello... I was informed you were having difficulties eating? I- came up with a few solutions to that problem, I would like to talk it over with you first though."
Venomshank didnât respond and just closed his eyes. Sighing out a low growl. He was exhausted. No matter how much he slept he just always woke up exhausted.
Probably since he hasnât eaten or drank anything in a few days.
Illumina continues to gently pet Venomshank to try and keep him at ease.
âHe hasnât spoken since I brought him hereâ
He nods, letting out a soft 'ah' in realization. He felt stupid. Of course he wouldn't speak- why would he?
"I see... apologies. I did not know."
He fell silent for a moment as he pondered, debating on what he should say next.
âItâs alright.â
Illumina grabs Venomshankâs wrist and holds it out to the other deity. Venomshank was surprisingly clean and his feathers looked well kept. Must be Illuminaâs doing.,..
âI think this must go quick. There is another I am very concerned about as wellâŚâ
He inspects the corvid deity's wrist, his gaze trialing all over his arm, gently getting a hold of him, moving some feathers away on the inside of his elbow. No veins visible. He moved up & down his arm, finally finding a vein in his hand.
"Venom, you are very clearly dehydrated.. I may have to give you some fluids before I actually start any parts of the procedure. Standards & all that..."
His briefcase, which was set to the side, he turned to for a moment, opening it. He had... alot of things! Including an entire collapsible IV pole & bags of medicine & fluids... how big was the inside of that thing? Who knew.
He let go of the corvid deity for a moment as he began setting everything up. He really was prepared, huh? He stumbled as he got up, knees wobbling a little. Was he okay-?
âAre you alright? Ghostwalker, please donât do this if you are unwellâŚâ
Illumina looked up, staring at Ghostwalker as he continued to try and keep the other calm. It was hard to see the doveâs expression under that halo but it was squinted in worry.
"I'm alright- just- I forgot my cane... again. I have weak joints, aswell as some chronic fatigue & arthritis- I don't know if I ever told you. I'm alright, though."
He nodded reassuringly, shakily sitting himself back down after hooking everything up, the tube connected to the bag not hooked up to an IV yet.
He pulled out the actual IV, a little tube & a needle- that would be inserted directly into a vein. He brought that along with some alcohol prep pads as he gently moved away some of Venomshank's feathers, trying to find that vein again...
Venomshank whined softly. He didnât know what was happening but he couldnât care less. It more of a confused whine than a hurt one.
âIf you need anything I can check Firebrandâs room. He uses a cane as well sinceâŚwell he canât see like he used tooâŚâ
He shook his head, pushing up his little rounded pair of glasses.
"No, no... I use an offset handle cane, he would not have one of those if he was blind... that would be a folding cane. He doesn't have the kind I need, but thank you for the offer."
He looked back at the deity infront of him, opening an alcohol prep pad & wiping the exposed skin with it. He attempts to soothe the corvid deity, not wanting to startle him in any way.
"Alright... just hold still for a moment. I'm going to put an IV in, I will warn you, it'll pinch a bit.."
âYou know more aboutâŚall these things. I suppose me not having a Ghostwalker does thatâŚâ
It was quite weird to see an Illumina without a GhostwalkerâŚ
âHow long will it take?â
"I suppose so... then again, I am considered an abnormality amongst versions of myself. I have yet to meet another version of myself who's also in the medical field."
He looks back down at the vein, making sure he's positioned right. He doesn't insert the needle yet.
"The IV or the procedure? The IV insertion won't take long at all... the procedure- I... am not sure."
"I- the whole thing I guess...I know this is a lot but...help is not around these lands. I didn't know what else to do..."
Illumina seemed nervous. Which made sense. He didn't want the others hurt. No matter how much Venomshank hurt or hated him he wanted him alive. Firebrand has always been there...
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Is that...?
"Hello-? I was summoned here.."
A familiar tall, formally & achromatically dressed deity stands in the distance, calling out to the violet dove deity. He has his briefcase in his grasp, holding it infront of him with both gloved hands.
-@post-justice [GHOSTWALKER]
The deity came out from behind a curtain. His metal heels clicking against the polished floors.
The deity lookedâŚextremely different. Dressed in cleaner and majestic robes, hair now long and flowing, wings and tail preened and well kept and a halo blocking half his face the shape of The Spawn symbol.
His horn was bigger and more pointed and he had metal supports wrapped around his legs.
âAh. Itâs been a while. WellâŚfor me at least.â
He looked... much better, to say the least. The stitched & broken deity scanned him up & down, glad that he wasn't as wilted & withered as he was before. He was significantly more healthy.
"It has been awhile, I apologize for not checking in beforehand... I am rather busy."
He extended out a gloved hand, letting out a noise of content. If he had a mouth, he would be smiling. But he unfortunately didn't have one.
"Have things been going well for you? I would hope so..."
âItâsâŚalright. War and all.â
War? Thats new. He got closer, letting the curtain door fall behind him. Black feathers seemed to fall out of that areaâŚ
âIt is good to see you. Seeing the one who saved your life really brings up a moodâŚwithout you, someone would have found me dead. Laid in my garden of my old temple the next day.
"War? Well I suppose that can be understood & rather relatable... although I'd say my issues haven't escalated that much. Although if the route Darkheart continues it could be..."
He sighs after that last part, following & shaking his head. Their relationship was... interesting. He didn't say anything more or elaborate on that part, it must've been something more personal.
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his stitched neck with his free hand, sheepish.
"Well... it's just my job, really. No need to give me anymore credit or praise- I couldn't let you die. It would be going against my duty as a doctor, & my morals..."
âThe Spawn had taken the throne and now the rest of the Inpherno is at threat. Doesnât help that it released the one demon that hates me the most from his eternal prison.â
âI had to seal Ghostwalker away. He was sadly too far goneâŚwent insane from the Runes Book. That sentient book is enough on my plate.â
âAnd speaking of you being a doctorâŚI would hate to ask for help, although the situation is getting dire.â
He listens attentively, pondering & taking in the information given to him. Hm... he always had a bad feeling about that alternate of himself- although he couldn't particularly say much on the Spawn.
"Sentient book? Reminds me of Brigand's tome.. but that is way out of my reach, not like I'm interested in eternal & never-ending knowledge such as that... it would drive me mad."
He perks up. He needs his assistance? He can do that!
"I would be able to assist... I'm more then just my medicine & healing aswell, so I could server more purpose. Although I am rather occupied with my own issues, but I could try to accommodate that in my schedule."
He seemed so desperate & so insistent on proving his worth, although he was already... more then worthy, more then useful. It was kinda sad to see him insist like he was being doubted, he was used to being belittled & doubted- it was a habit.
âDo not force yourself. I do not want you to get overwhelmedâ
He brings up a hand to wave it off. The glowing of the halo seems to get a bit darker. He looked nervous. He didnât want to bother Ghostwalker with their issues.
ââŚI canât get my brother to eat. He refuses to take that mask off and if anyone touches it he will attack unless itâs me. He will just growl at me and yank awayâ
âI donât know if there is a different way I can get him to eat in a medical sense? I took his mask off once but he almost bit me when I tried to force food down his throat.â
His wing fluttered a bit.
âHe- he turned into my old self in a sense. Lost everything, no purpose left. He thinks Sword is dead, Darkheart used him as a toy he could just have fun killing over and over again, and The Spawn abandoned him.â
âHe was wrongfully called a monster and banished for something he couldnât control. If you haveâŚanything that could help I would be greatly appreciative and will owe you.â
âAnd- FirebrandâŚthereâs a lotâŚI donât want you overwhelmedâ
That... was alot to take in. He could only imagine how terrible it was to experience it firsthand. Although he didn't know how he was feeling exactly, he knew that feeling.
He contemplated for a moment. It was the mask that was the problem. Venomshank could still eat... but not through there.
"I mean.. there is the alternative of getting him a feeding tube. Although I'm not exactly a surgeon, I could still perform such a thing. I could insert it through his nose all the way down through his esophagus, or I could simply insert one through his abdomen. Either of those ways would be effective..."
He rubbed his mustache as he pondered more, his arms folded in a way that really showed his deep contemplation. The thinking man.
"I feel like that would be the most effective way... I could restrain him & then put him under anesthesia. Do you know if he'd respond badly to anesthesia via gas? I could give him it through an IV..."
He was really sticking with this idea. He was pretty certain it would be effective..
âWell, he usually produces gas. Although after going through the Shadow GardinaâŚThe creatures there just- itâs like they altered his chemistry. I donât know how well he will react, but we can try. Itâs the best option in my opinion. The less painful option pleaseâŚâ
His feathers flattened. Venomshank has been through enough pain already. He sighs, his one eye closing to think.
âI can restrain him, if you can get him knocked out then I think it will work.â
He shook his head, insisting that he could deal with him, insisting that he could restrain & deal with him. He didn't want to be a burden in any way.
"I'd suggest anesthesia via IV then, no struggle & its the most effective way, there is a little pinch with the needle going in, but I'm very skilled & experienced. So no worries, I'll handle it- you don't have to worry..."
"If you want to console him before or during the procedure though, I will not stop you. I think it would be good for him to be atleast somewhat comfortable, I can only do so much.."
âHe may react harshly but whatever thee- I mean- you think is bestâŚâ
He turned around and opened the curtain again, motioning the other to follow him.
He nodded, agreeing & thanking the other. He was glad he wasn't being dictated & micromanaged- it was absolutely infuriating.
"Thank you, I can assure you that I won't harm him in any way. I wish nothing but the best for him..."
Illumina nods and head into the room with the curtain door, motioning for Ghostwalker to follow.
The room was dark. Although it had enough light to see the figure on the ground. The room had black feathers scattered about and crows around the depressed deity.
His eyes and tears glowed in the dim room.
He was quiet, making sure he didn't startle the other deity, but he did observe his state. He... did not look well, he wouldn't deny, but he was a little intimidated of the idea of immediately going up to him & asking questions. He wanted to be gentle.
So he decided to wait, to stay & take in the information he could retrieve from merely just looking at him. He said nothing.
âVen.â
Illumina walked up to the limp deity, kneeling down and lifting him up a bit.
âStay calm ok?â
He looked over at Ghostwalker and motioned him to come over after making sure Venomshank wasnât going to attack him out of the blue.
Ghostwalker silently moved over, squatting down a bit himself to properly look at the two deities, most notably the crow deity.
He waved, attempting to contort his lacking & stitched face into a friendly expression, to little avail. He was silently wishing that he still had a mouth, so he could smile...
Venomshank was unresponsive. He only turned his head a bit to look at Ghostwalker. He looked so out of it. Tears constantly falling from his eyes and hitting the floor with a sizzle.
The mask looked new. Instead of brown it was white and didnât cover his entire face. He seemed soâŚdocile.
Illumina was holding the top half of his brother close, gently moving what was left of the fortyâs hair out of the way.
At least he wasnât fluffy anymore so this wouldnât be even harder.
He carefully inched closer, kneeling down towards the other deity. He wasn't necessarily afraid, he just didn't want to startle him.
He wanted to give him a consultation first. Morals, & all. He quietly cleared his throat.
"Hello... I was informed you were having difficulties eating? I- came up with a few solutions to that problem, I would like to talk it over with you first though."
Venomshank didnât respond and just closed his eyes. Sighing out a low growl. He was exhausted. No matter how much he slept he just always woke up exhausted.
Probably since he hasnât eaten or drank anything in a few days.
Illumina continues to gently pet Venomshank to try and keep him at ease.
âHe hasnât spoken since I brought him hereâ
He nods, letting out a soft 'ah' in realization. He felt stupid. Of course he wouldn't speak- why would he?
"I see... apologies. I did not know."
He fell silent for a moment as he pondered, debating on what he should say next.
âItâs alright.â
Illumina grabs Venomshankâs wrist and holds it out to the other deity. Venomshank was surprisingly clean and his feathers looked well kept. Must be Illuminaâs doing.,..
âI think this must go quick. There is another I am very concerned about as wellâŚâ
He inspects the corvid deity's wrist, his gaze trialing all over his arm, gently getting a hold of him, moving some feathers away on the inside of his elbow. No veins visible. He moved up & down his arm, finally finding a vein in his hand.
"Venom, you are very clearly dehydrated.. I may have to give you some fluids before I actually start any parts of the procedure. Standards & all that..."
His briefcase, which was set to the side, he turned to for a moment, opening it. He had... alot of things! Including an entire collapsible IV pole & bags of medicine & fluids... how big was the inside of that thing? Who knew.
He let go of the corvid deity for a moment as he began setting everything up. He really was prepared, huh? He stumbled as he got up, knees wobbling a little. Was he okay-?
âAre you alright? Ghostwalker, please donât do this if you are unwellâŚâ
Illumina looked up, staring at Ghostwalker as he continued to try and keep the other calm. It was hard to see the doveâs expression under that halo but it was squinted in worry.
"I'm alright- just- I forgot my cane... again. I have weak joints, aswell as some chronic fatigue & arthritis- I don't know if I ever told you. I'm alright, though."
He nodded reassuringly, shakily sitting himself back down after hooking everything up, the tube connected to the bag not hooked up to an IV yet.
He pulled out the actual IV, a little tube & a needle- that would be inserted directly into a vein. He brought that along with some alcohol prep pads as he gently moved away some of Venomshank's feathers, trying to find that vein again...
Venomshank whined softly. He didnât know what was happening but he couldnât care less. It more of a confused whine than a hurt one.
âIf you need anything I can check Firebrandâs room. He uses a cane as well sinceâŚwell he canât see like he used tooâŚâ
He shook his head, pushing up his little rounded pair of glasses.
"No, no... I use an offset handle cane, he would not have one of those if he was blind... that would be a folding cane. He doesn't have the kind I need, but thank you for the offer."
He looked back at the deity infront of him, opening an alcohol prep pad & wiping the exposed skin with it. He attempts to soothe the corvid deity, not wanting to startle him in any way.
"Alright... just hold still for a moment. I'm going to put an IV in, I will warn you, it'll pinch a bit.."
âYou know more aboutâŚall these things. I suppose me not having a Ghostwalker does thatâŚâ
It was quite weird to see an Illumina without a GhostwalkerâŚ
âHow long will it take?â
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Is that...?
"Hello-? I was summoned here.."
A familiar tall, formally & achromatically dressed deity stands in the distance, calling out to the violet dove deity. He has his briefcase in his grasp, holding it infront of him with both gloved hands.
-@post-justice [GHOSTWALKER]
The deity came out from behind a curtain. His metal heels clicking against the polished floors.
The deity lookedâŚextremely different. Dressed in cleaner and majestic robes, hair now long and flowing, wings and tail preened and well kept and a halo blocking half his face the shape of The Spawn symbol.
His horn was bigger and more pointed and he had metal supports wrapped around his legs.
âAh. Itâs been a while. WellâŚfor me at least.â
He looked... much better, to say the least. The stitched & broken deity scanned him up & down, glad that he wasn't as wilted & withered as he was before. He was significantly more healthy.
"It has been awhile, I apologize for not checking in beforehand... I am rather busy."
He extended out a gloved hand, letting out a noise of content. If he had a mouth, he would be smiling. But he unfortunately didn't have one.
"Have things been going well for you? I would hope so..."
âItâsâŚalright. War and all.â
War? Thats new. He got closer, letting the curtain door fall behind him. Black feathers seemed to fall out of that areaâŚ
âIt is good to see you. Seeing the one who saved your life really brings up a moodâŚwithout you, someone would have found me dead. Laid in my garden of my old temple the next day.
"War? Well I suppose that can be understood & rather relatable... although I'd say my issues haven't escalated that much. Although if the route Darkheart continues it could be..."
He sighs after that last part, following & shaking his head. Their relationship was... interesting. He didn't say anything more or elaborate on that part, it must've been something more personal.
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his stitched neck with his free hand, sheepish.
"Well... it's just my job, really. No need to give me anymore credit or praise- I couldn't let you die. It would be going against my duty as a doctor, & my morals..."
âThe Spawn had taken the throne and now the rest of the Inpherno is at threat. Doesnât help that it released the one demon that hates me the most from his eternal prison.â
âI had to seal Ghostwalker away. He was sadly too far goneâŚwent insane from the Runes Book. That sentient book is enough on my plate.â
âAnd speaking of you being a doctorâŚI would hate to ask for help, although the situation is getting dire.â
He listens attentively, pondering & taking in the information given to him. Hm... he always had a bad feeling about that alternate of himself- although he couldn't particularly say much on the Spawn.
"Sentient book? Reminds me of Brigand's tome.. but that is way out of my reach, not like I'm interested in eternal & never-ending knowledge such as that... it would drive me mad."
He perks up. He needs his assistance? He can do that!
"I would be able to assist... I'm more then just my medicine & healing aswell, so I could server more purpose. Although I am rather occupied with my own issues, but I could try to accommodate that in my schedule."
He seemed so desperate & so insistent on proving his worth, although he was already... more then worthy, more then useful. It was kinda sad to see him insist like he was being doubted, he was used to being belittled & doubted- it was a habit.
âDo not force yourself. I do not want you to get overwhelmedâ
He brings up a hand to wave it off. The glowing of the halo seems to get a bit darker. He looked nervous. He didnât want to bother Ghostwalker with their issues.
ââŚI canât get my brother to eat. He refuses to take that mask off and if anyone touches it he will attack unless itâs me. He will just growl at me and yank awayâ
âI donât know if there is a different way I can get him to eat in a medical sense? I took his mask off once but he almost bit me when I tried to force food down his throat.â
His wing fluttered a bit.
âHe- he turned into my old self in a sense. Lost everything, no purpose left. He thinks Sword is dead, Darkheart used him as a toy he could just have fun killing over and over again, and The Spawn abandoned him.â
âHe was wrongfully called a monster and banished for something he couldnât control. If you haveâŚanything that could help I would be greatly appreciative and will owe you.â
âAnd- FirebrandâŚthereâs a lotâŚI donât want you overwhelmedâ
That... was alot to take in. He could only imagine how terrible it was to experience it firsthand. Although he didn't know how he was feeling exactly, he knew that feeling.
He contemplated for a moment. It was the mask that was the problem. Venomshank could still eat... but not through there.
"I mean.. there is the alternative of getting him a feeding tube. Although I'm not exactly a surgeon, I could still perform such a thing. I could insert it through his nose all the way down through his esophagus, or I could simply insert one through his abdomen. Either of those ways would be effective..."
He rubbed his mustache as he pondered more, his arms folded in a way that really showed his deep contemplation. The thinking man.
"I feel like that would be the most effective way... I could restrain him & then put him under anesthesia. Do you know if he'd respond badly to anesthesia via gas? I could give him it through an IV..."
He was really sticking with this idea. He was pretty certain it would be effective..
âWell, he usually produces gas. Although after going through the Shadow GardinaâŚThe creatures there just- itâs like they altered his chemistry. I donât know how well he will react, but we can try. Itâs the best option in my opinion. The less painful option pleaseâŚâ
His feathers flattened. Venomshank has been through enough pain already. He sighs, his one eye closing to think.
âI can restrain him, if you can get him knocked out then I think it will work.â
He shook his head, insisting that he could deal with him, insisting that he could restrain & deal with him. He didn't want to be a burden in any way.
"I'd suggest anesthesia via IV then, no struggle & its the most effective way, there is a little pinch with the needle going in, but I'm very skilled & experienced. So no worries, I'll handle it- you don't have to worry..."
"If you want to console him before or during the procedure though, I will not stop you. I think it would be good for him to be atleast somewhat comfortable, I can only do so much.."
âHe may react harshly but whatever thee- I mean- you think is bestâŚâ
He turned around and opened the curtain again, motioning the other to follow him.
He nodded, agreeing & thanking the other. He was glad he wasn't being dictated & micromanaged- it was absolutely infuriating.
"Thank you, I can assure you that I won't harm him in any way. I wish nothing but the best for him..."
Illumina nods and head into the room with the curtain door, motioning for Ghostwalker to follow.
The room was dark. Although it had enough light to see the figure on the ground. The room had black feathers scattered about and crows around the depressed deity.
His eyes and tears glowed in the dim room.
He was quiet, making sure he didn't startle the other deity, but he did observe his state. He... did not look well, he wouldn't deny, but he was a little intimidated of the idea of immediately going up to him & asking questions. He wanted to be gentle.
So he decided to wait, to stay & take in the information he could retrieve from merely just looking at him. He said nothing.
âVen.â
Illumina walked up to the limp deity, kneeling down and lifting him up a bit.
âStay calm ok?â
He looked over at Ghostwalker and motioned him to come over after making sure Venomshank wasnât going to attack him out of the blue.
Ghostwalker silently moved over, squatting down a bit himself to properly look at the two deities, most notably the crow deity.
He waved, attempting to contort his lacking & stitched face into a friendly expression, to little avail. He was silently wishing that he still had a mouth, so he could smile...
Venomshank was unresponsive. He only turned his head a bit to look at Ghostwalker. He looked so out of it. Tears constantly falling from his eyes and hitting the floor with a sizzle.
The mask looked new. Instead of brown it was white and didnât cover his entire face. He seemed soâŚdocile.
Illumina was holding the top half of his brother close, gently moving what was left of the fortyâs hair out of the way.
At least he wasnât fluffy anymore so this wouldnât be even harder.
He carefully inched closer, kneeling down towards the other deity. He wasn't necessarily afraid, he just didn't want to startle him.
He wanted to give him a consultation first. Morals, & all. He quietly cleared his throat.
"Hello... I was informed you were having difficulties eating? I- came up with a few solutions to that problem, I would like to talk it over with you first though."
Venomshank didnât respond and just closed his eyes. Sighing out a low growl. He was exhausted. No matter how much he slept he just always woke up exhausted.
Probably since he hasnât eaten or drank anything in a few days.
Illumina continues to gently pet Venomshank to try and keep him at ease.
âHe hasnât spoken since I brought him hereâ
He nods, letting out a soft 'ah' in realization. He felt stupid. Of course he wouldn't speak- why would he?
"I see... apologies. I did not know."
He fell silent for a moment as he pondered, debating on what he should say next.
âItâs alright.â
Illumina grabs Venomshankâs wrist and holds it out to the other deity. Venomshank was surprisingly clean and his feathers looked well kept. Must be Illuminaâs doing.,..
âI think this must go quick. There is another I am very concerned about as wellâŚâ
He inspects the corvid deity's wrist, his gaze trialing all over his arm, gently getting a hold of him, moving some feathers away on the inside of his elbow. No veins visible. He moved up & down his arm, finally finding a vein in his hand.
"Venom, you are very clearly dehydrated.. I may have to give you some fluids before I actually start any parts of the procedure. Standards & all that..."
His briefcase, which was set to the side, he turned to for a moment, opening it. He had... alot of things! Including an entire collapsible IV pole & bags of medicine & fluids... how big was the inside of that thing? Who knew.
He let go of the corvid deity for a moment as he began setting everything up. He really was prepared, huh? He stumbled as he got up, knees wobbling a little. Was he okay-?
âAre you alright? Ghostwalker, please donât do this if you are unwellâŚâ
Illumina looked up, staring at Ghostwalker as he continued to try and keep the other calm. It was hard to see the doveâs expression under that halo but it was squinted in worry.
"I'm alright- just- I forgot my cane... again. I have weak joints, aswell as some chronic fatigue & arthritis- I don't know if I ever told you. I'm alright, though."
He nodded reassuringly, shakily sitting himself back down after hooking everything up, the tube connected to the bag not hooked up to an IV yet.
He pulled out the actual IV, a little tube & a needle- that would be inserted directly into a vein. He brought that along with some alcohol prep pads as he gently moved away some of Venomshank's feathers, trying to find that vein again...
Venomshank whined softly. He didnât know what was happening but he couldnât care less. It more of a confused whine than a hurt one.
âIf you need anything I can check Firebrandâs room. He uses a cane as well sinceâŚwell he canât see like he used tooâŚâ
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Is that...?
"Hello-? I was summoned here.."
A familiar tall, formally & achromatically dressed deity stands in the distance, calling out to the violet dove deity. He has his briefcase in his grasp, holding it infront of him with both gloved hands.
-@post-justice [GHOSTWALKER]
The deity came out from behind a curtain. His metal heels clicking against the polished floors.
The deity lookedâŚextremely different. Dressed in cleaner and majestic robes, hair now long and flowing, wings and tail preened and well kept and a halo blocking half his face the shape of The Spawn symbol.
His horn was bigger and more pointed and he had metal supports wrapped around his legs.
âAh. Itâs been a while. WellâŚfor me at least.â
He looked... much better, to say the least. The stitched & broken deity scanned him up & down, glad that he wasn't as wilted & withered as he was before. He was significantly more healthy.
"It has been awhile, I apologize for not checking in beforehand... I am rather busy."
He extended out a gloved hand, letting out a noise of content. If he had a mouth, he would be smiling. But he unfortunately didn't have one.
"Have things been going well for you? I would hope so..."
âItâsâŚalright. War and all.â
War? Thats new. He got closer, letting the curtain door fall behind him. Black feathers seemed to fall out of that areaâŚ
âIt is good to see you. Seeing the one who saved your life really brings up a moodâŚwithout you, someone would have found me dead. Laid in my garden of my old temple the next day.
"War? Well I suppose that can be understood & rather relatable... although I'd say my issues haven't escalated that much. Although if the route Darkheart continues it could be..."
He sighs after that last part, following & shaking his head. Their relationship was... interesting. He didn't say anything more or elaborate on that part, it must've been something more personal.
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his stitched neck with his free hand, sheepish.
"Well... it's just my job, really. No need to give me anymore credit or praise- I couldn't let you die. It would be going against my duty as a doctor, & my morals..."
âThe Spawn had taken the throne and now the rest of the Inpherno is at threat. Doesnât help that it released the one demon that hates me the most from his eternal prison.â
âI had to seal Ghostwalker away. He was sadly too far goneâŚwent insane from the Runes Book. That sentient book is enough on my plate.â
âAnd speaking of you being a doctorâŚI would hate to ask for help, although the situation is getting dire.â
He listens attentively, pondering & taking in the information given to him. Hm... he always had a bad feeling about that alternate of himself- although he couldn't particularly say much on the Spawn.
"Sentient book? Reminds me of Brigand's tome.. but that is way out of my reach, not like I'm interested in eternal & never-ending knowledge such as that... it would drive me mad."
He perks up. He needs his assistance? He can do that!
"I would be able to assist... I'm more then just my medicine & healing aswell, so I could server more purpose. Although I am rather occupied with my own issues, but I could try to accommodate that in my schedule."
He seemed so desperate & so insistent on proving his worth, although he was already... more then worthy, more then useful. It was kinda sad to see him insist like he was being doubted, he was used to being belittled & doubted- it was a habit.
âDo not force yourself. I do not want you to get overwhelmedâ
He brings up a hand to wave it off. The glowing of the halo seems to get a bit darker. He looked nervous. He didnât want to bother Ghostwalker with their issues.
ââŚI canât get my brother to eat. He refuses to take that mask off and if anyone touches it he will attack unless itâs me. He will just growl at me and yank awayâ
âI donât know if there is a different way I can get him to eat in a medical sense? I took his mask off once but he almost bit me when I tried to force food down his throat.â
His wing fluttered a bit.
âHe- he turned into my old self in a sense. Lost everything, no purpose left. He thinks Sword is dead, Darkheart used him as a toy he could just have fun killing over and over again, and The Spawn abandoned him.â
âHe was wrongfully called a monster and banished for something he couldnât control. If you haveâŚanything that could help I would be greatly appreciative and will owe you.â
âAnd- FirebrandâŚthereâs a lotâŚI donât want you overwhelmedâ
That... was alot to take in. He could only imagine how terrible it was to experience it firsthand. Although he didn't know how he was feeling exactly, he knew that feeling.
He contemplated for a moment. It was the mask that was the problem. Venomshank could still eat... but not through there.
"I mean.. there is the alternative of getting him a feeding tube. Although I'm not exactly a surgeon, I could still perform such a thing. I could insert it through his nose all the way down through his esophagus, or I could simply insert one through his abdomen. Either of those ways would be effective..."
He rubbed his mustache as he pondered more, his arms folded in a way that really showed his deep contemplation. The thinking man.
"I feel like that would be the most effective way... I could restrain him & then put him under anesthesia. Do you know if he'd respond badly to anesthesia via gas? I could give him it through an IV..."
He was really sticking with this idea. He was pretty certain it would be effective..
âWell, he usually produces gas. Although after going through the Shadow GardinaâŚThe creatures there just- itâs like they altered his chemistry. I donât know how well he will react, but we can try. Itâs the best option in my opinion. The less painful option pleaseâŚâ
His feathers flattened. Venomshank has been through enough pain already. He sighs, his one eye closing to think.
âI can restrain him, if you can get him knocked out then I think it will work.â
He shook his head, insisting that he could deal with him, insisting that he could restrain & deal with him. He didn't want to be a burden in any way.
"I'd suggest anesthesia via IV then, no struggle & its the most effective way, there is a little pinch with the needle going in, but I'm very skilled & experienced. So no worries, I'll handle it- you don't have to worry..."
"If you want to console him before or during the procedure though, I will not stop you. I think it would be good for him to be atleast somewhat comfortable, I can only do so much.."
âHe may react harshly but whatever thee- I mean- you think is bestâŚâ
He turned around and opened the curtain again, motioning the other to follow him.
He nodded, agreeing & thanking the other. He was glad he wasn't being dictated & micromanaged- it was absolutely infuriating.
"Thank you, I can assure you that I won't harm him in any way. I wish nothing but the best for him..."
Illumina nods and head into the room with the curtain door, motioning for Ghostwalker to follow.
The room was dark. Although it had enough light to see the figure on the ground. The room had black feathers scattered about and crows around the depressed deity.
His eyes and tears glowed in the dim room.
He was quiet, making sure he didn't startle the other deity, but he did observe his state. He... did not look well, he wouldn't deny, but he was a little intimidated of the idea of immediately going up to him & asking questions. He wanted to be gentle.
So he decided to wait, to stay & take in the information he could retrieve from merely just looking at him. He said nothing.
âVen.â
Illumina walked up to the limp deity, kneeling down and lifting him up a bit.
âStay calm ok?â
He looked over at Ghostwalker and motioned him to come over after making sure Venomshank wasnât going to attack him out of the blue.
Ghostwalker silently moved over, squatting down a bit himself to properly look at the two deities, most notably the crow deity.
He waved, attempting to contort his lacking & stitched face into a friendly expression, to little avail. He was silently wishing that he still had a mouth, so he could smile...
Venomshank was unresponsive. He only turned his head a bit to look at Ghostwalker. He looked so out of it. Tears constantly falling from his eyes and hitting the floor with a sizzle.
The mask looked new. Instead of brown it was white and didnât cover his entire face. He seemed soâŚdocile.
Illumina was holding the top half of his brother close, gently moving what was left of the fortyâs hair out of the way.
At least he wasnât fluffy anymore so this wouldnât be even harder.
He carefully inched closer, kneeling down towards the other deity. He wasn't necessarily afraid, he just didn't want to startle him.
He wanted to give him a consultation first. Morals, & all. He quietly cleared his throat.
"Hello... I was informed you were having difficulties eating? I- came up with a few solutions to that problem, I would like to talk it over with you first though."
Venomshank didnât respond and just closed his eyes. Sighing out a low growl. He was exhausted. No matter how much he slept he just always woke up exhausted.
Probably since he hasnât eaten or drank anything in a few days.
Illumina continues to gently pet Venomshank to try and keep him at ease.
âHe hasnât spoken since I brought him hereâ
He nods, letting out a soft 'ah' in realization. He felt stupid. Of course he wouldn't speak- why would he?
"I see... apologies. I did not know."
He fell silent for a moment as he pondered, debating on what he should say next.
âItâs alright.â
Illumina grabs Venomshankâs wrist and holds it out to the other deity. Venomshank was surprisingly clean and his feathers looked well kept. Must be Illuminaâs doing.,..
âI think this must go quick. There is another I am very concerned about as wellâŚâ
He inspects the corvid deity's wrist, his gaze trialing all over his arm, gently getting a hold of him, moving some feathers away on the inside of his elbow. No veins visible. He moved up & down his arm, finally finding a vein in his hand.
"Venom, you are very clearly dehydrated.. I may have to give you some fluids before I actually start any parts of the procedure. Standards & all that..."
His briefcase, which was set to the side, he turned to for a moment, opening it. He had... alot of things! Including an entire collapsible IV pole & bags of medicine & fluids... how big was the inside of that thing? Who knew.
He let go of the corvid deity for a moment as he began setting everything up. He really was prepared, huh? He stumbled as he got up, knees wobbling a little. Was he okay-?
âAre you alright? Ghostwalker, please donât do this if you are unwellâŚâ
Illumina looked up, staring at Ghostwalker as he continued to try and keep the other calm. It was hard to see the doveâs expression under that halo but it was squinted in worry.
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Is that...?
"Hello-? I was summoned here.."
A familiar tall, formally & achromatically dressed deity stands in the distance, calling out to the violet dove deity. He has his briefcase in his grasp, holding it infront of him with both gloved hands.
-@post-justice [GHOSTWALKER]
The deity came out from behind a curtain. His metal heels clicking against the polished floors.
The deity lookedâŚextremely different. Dressed in cleaner and majestic robes, hair now long and flowing, wings and tail preened and well kept and a halo blocking half his face the shape of The Spawn symbol.
His horn was bigger and more pointed and he had metal supports wrapped around his legs.
âAh. Itâs been a while. WellâŚfor me at least.â
He looked... much better, to say the least. The stitched & broken deity scanned him up & down, glad that he wasn't as wilted & withered as he was before. He was significantly more healthy.
"It has been awhile, I apologize for not checking in beforehand... I am rather busy."
He extended out a gloved hand, letting out a noise of content. If he had a mouth, he would be smiling. But he unfortunately didn't have one.
"Have things been going well for you? I would hope so..."
âItâsâŚalright. War and all.â
War? Thats new. He got closer, letting the curtain door fall behind him. Black feathers seemed to fall out of that areaâŚ
âIt is good to see you. Seeing the one who saved your life really brings up a moodâŚwithout you, someone would have found me dead. Laid in my garden of my old temple the next day.
"War? Well I suppose that can be understood & rather relatable... although I'd say my issues haven't escalated that much. Although if the route Darkheart continues it could be..."
He sighs after that last part, following & shaking his head. Their relationship was... interesting. He didn't say anything more or elaborate on that part, it must've been something more personal.
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his stitched neck with his free hand, sheepish.
"Well... it's just my job, really. No need to give me anymore credit or praise- I couldn't let you die. It would be going against my duty as a doctor, & my morals..."
âThe Spawn had taken the throne and now the rest of the Inpherno is at threat. Doesnât help that it released the one demon that hates me the most from his eternal prison.â
âI had to seal Ghostwalker away. He was sadly too far goneâŚwent insane from the Runes Book. That sentient book is enough on my plate.â
âAnd speaking of you being a doctorâŚI would hate to ask for help, although the situation is getting dire.â
He listens attentively, pondering & taking in the information given to him. Hm... he always had a bad feeling about that alternate of himself- although he couldn't particularly say much on the Spawn.
"Sentient book? Reminds me of Brigand's tome.. but that is way out of my reach, not like I'm interested in eternal & never-ending knowledge such as that... it would drive me mad."
He perks up. He needs his assistance? He can do that!
"I would be able to assist... I'm more then just my medicine & healing aswell, so I could server more purpose. Although I am rather occupied with my own issues, but I could try to accommodate that in my schedule."
He seemed so desperate & so insistent on proving his worth, although he was already... more then worthy, more then useful. It was kinda sad to see him insist like he was being doubted, he was used to being belittled & doubted- it was a habit.
âDo not force yourself. I do not want you to get overwhelmedâ
He brings up a hand to wave it off. The glowing of the halo seems to get a bit darker. He looked nervous. He didnât want to bother Ghostwalker with their issues.
ââŚI canât get my brother to eat. He refuses to take that mask off and if anyone touches it he will attack unless itâs me. He will just growl at me and yank awayâ
âI donât know if there is a different way I can get him to eat in a medical sense? I took his mask off once but he almost bit me when I tried to force food down his throat.â
His wing fluttered a bit.
âHe- he turned into my old self in a sense. Lost everything, no purpose left. He thinks Sword is dead, Darkheart used him as a toy he could just have fun killing over and over again, and The Spawn abandoned him.â
âHe was wrongfully called a monster and banished for something he couldnât control. If you haveâŚanything that could help I would be greatly appreciative and will owe you.â
âAnd- FirebrandâŚthereâs a lotâŚI donât want you overwhelmedâ
That... was alot to take in. He could only imagine how terrible it was to experience it firsthand. Although he didn't know how he was feeling exactly, he knew that feeling.
He contemplated for a moment. It was the mask that was the problem. Venomshank could still eat... but not through there.
"I mean.. there is the alternative of getting him a feeding tube. Although I'm not exactly a surgeon, I could still perform such a thing. I could insert it through his nose all the way down through his esophagus, or I could simply insert one through his abdomen. Either of those ways would be effective..."
He rubbed his mustache as he pondered more, his arms folded in a way that really showed his deep contemplation. The thinking man.
"I feel like that would be the most effective way... I could restrain him & then put him under anesthesia. Do you know if he'd respond badly to anesthesia via gas? I could give him it through an IV..."
He was really sticking with this idea. He was pretty certain it would be effective..
âWell, he usually produces gas. Although after going through the Shadow GardinaâŚThe creatures there just- itâs like they altered his chemistry. I donât know how well he will react, but we can try. Itâs the best option in my opinion. The less painful option pleaseâŚâ
His feathers flattened. Venomshank has been through enough pain already. He sighs, his one eye closing to think.
âI can restrain him, if you can get him knocked out then I think it will work.â
He shook his head, insisting that he could deal with him, insisting that he could restrain & deal with him. He didn't want to be a burden in any way.
"I'd suggest anesthesia via IV then, no struggle & its the most effective way, there is a little pinch with the needle going in, but I'm very skilled & experienced. So no worries, I'll handle it- you don't have to worry..."
"If you want to console him before or during the procedure though, I will not stop you. I think it would be good for him to be atleast somewhat comfortable, I can only do so much.."
âHe may react harshly but whatever thee- I mean- you think is bestâŚâ
He turned around and opened the curtain again, motioning the other to follow him.
He nodded, agreeing & thanking the other. He was glad he wasn't being dictated & micromanaged- it was absolutely infuriating.
"Thank you, I can assure you that I won't harm him in any way. I wish nothing but the best for him..."
Illumina nods and head into the room with the curtain door, motioning for Ghostwalker to follow.
The room was dark. Although it had enough light to see the figure on the ground. The room had black feathers scattered about and crows around the depressed deity.
His eyes and tears glowed in the dim room.
He was quiet, making sure he didn't startle the other deity, but he did observe his state. He... did not look well, he wouldn't deny, but he was a little intimidated of the idea of immediately going up to him & asking questions. He wanted to be gentle.
So he decided to wait, to stay & take in the information he could retrieve from merely just looking at him. He said nothing.
âVen.â
Illumina walked up to the limp deity, kneeling down and lifting him up a bit.
âStay calm ok?â
He looked over at Ghostwalker and motioned him to come over after making sure Venomshank wasnât going to attack him out of the blue.
Ghostwalker silently moved over, squatting down a bit himself to properly look at the two deities, most notably the crow deity.
He waved, attempting to contort his lacking & stitched face into a friendly expression, to little avail. He was silently wishing that he still had a mouth, so he could smile...
Venomshank was unresponsive. He only turned his head a bit to look at Ghostwalker. He looked so out of it. Tears constantly falling from his eyes and hitting the floor with a sizzle.
The mask looked new. Instead of brown it was white and didnât cover his entire face. He seemed soâŚdocile.
Illumina was holding the top half of his brother close, gently moving what was left of the fortyâs hair out of the way.
At least he wasnât fluffy anymore so this wouldnât be even harder.
He carefully inched closer, kneeling down towards the other deity. He wasn't necessarily afraid, he just didn't want to startle him.
He wanted to give him a consultation first. Morals, & all. He quietly cleared his throat.
"Hello... I was informed you were having difficulties eating? I- came up with a few solutions to that problem, I would like to talk it over with you first though."
Venomshank didnât respond and just closed his eyes. Sighing out a low growl. He was exhausted. No matter how much he slept he just always woke up exhausted.
Probably since he hasnât eaten or drank anything in a few days.
Illumina continues to gently pet Venomshank to try and keep him at ease.
âHe hasnât spoken since I brought him hereâ
He nods, letting out a soft 'ah' in realization. He felt stupid. Of course he wouldn't speak- why would he?
"I see... apologies. I did not know."
He fell silent for a moment as he pondered, debating on what he should say next.
âItâs alright.â
Illumina grabs Venomshankâs wrist and holds it out to the other deity. Venomshank was surprisingly clean and his feathers looked well kept. Must be Illuminaâs doing.,..
âI think this must go quick. There is another I am very concerned about as wellâŚâ
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Illumina AU Parody for my AU Broken Dreams! Original parodies: @haunting-beasts and @angel-of-light Feature if the rest of the SFOTH (excluding Darkheart)
I donât ship any of the SFOTH so no NSFW
No phobias of any kind unless itâs fear.
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(Only Illumina, Icedagger and Venomshank so far)
Firebrand reference updated
đť
Is that...?
"Hello-? I was summoned here.."
A familiar tall, formally & achromatically dressed deity stands in the distance, calling out to the violet dove deity. He has his briefcase in his grasp, holding it infront of him with both gloved hands.
-@post-justice [GHOSTWALKER]
The deity came out from behind a curtain. His metal heels clicking against the polished floors.
The deity lookedâŚextremely different. Dressed in cleaner and majestic robes, hair now long and flowing, wings and tail preened and well kept and a halo blocking half his face the shape of The Spawn symbol.
His horn was bigger and more pointed and he had metal supports wrapped around his legs.
âAh. Itâs been a while. WellâŚfor me at least.â
He looked... much better, to say the least. The stitched & broken deity scanned him up & down, glad that he wasn't as wilted & withered as he was before. He was significantly more healthy.
"It has been awhile, I apologize for not checking in beforehand... I am rather busy."
He extended out a gloved hand, letting out a noise of content. If he had a mouth, he would be smiling. But he unfortunately didn't have one.
"Have things been going well for you? I would hope so..."
âItâsâŚalright. War and all.â
War? Thats new. He got closer, letting the curtain door fall behind him. Black feathers seemed to fall out of that areaâŚ
âIt is good to see you. Seeing the one who saved your life really brings up a moodâŚwithout you, someone would have found me dead. Laid in my garden of my old temple the next day.
"War? Well I suppose that can be understood & rather relatable... although I'd say my issues haven't escalated that much. Although if the route Darkheart continues it could be..."
He sighs after that last part, following & shaking his head. Their relationship was... interesting. He didn't say anything more or elaborate on that part, it must've been something more personal.
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his stitched neck with his free hand, sheepish.
"Well... it's just my job, really. No need to give me anymore credit or praise- I couldn't let you die. It would be going against my duty as a doctor, & my morals..."
âThe Spawn had taken the throne and now the rest of the Inpherno is at threat. Doesnât help that it released the one demon that hates me the most from his eternal prison.â
âI had to seal Ghostwalker away. He was sadly too far goneâŚwent insane from the Runes Book. That sentient book is enough on my plate.â
âAnd speaking of you being a doctorâŚI would hate to ask for help, although the situation is getting dire.â
He listens attentively, pondering & taking in the information given to him. Hm... he always had a bad feeling about that alternate of himself- although he couldn't particularly say much on the Spawn.
"Sentient book? Reminds me of Brigand's tome.. but that is way out of my reach, not like I'm interested in eternal & never-ending knowledge such as that... it would drive me mad."
He perks up. He needs his assistance? He can do that!
"I would be able to assist... I'm more then just my medicine & healing aswell, so I could server more purpose. Although I am rather occupied with my own issues, but I could try to accommodate that in my schedule."
He seemed so desperate & so insistent on proving his worth, although he was already... more then worthy, more then useful. It was kinda sad to see him insist like he was being doubted, he was used to being belittled & doubted- it was a habit.
âDo not force yourself. I do not want you to get overwhelmedâ
He brings up a hand to wave it off. The glowing of the halo seems to get a bit darker. He looked nervous. He didnât want to bother Ghostwalker with their issues.
ââŚI canât get my brother to eat. He refuses to take that mask off and if anyone touches it he will attack unless itâs me. He will just growl at me and yank awayâ
âI donât know if there is a different way I can get him to eat in a medical sense? I took his mask off once but he almost bit me when I tried to force food down his throat.â
His wing fluttered a bit.
âHe- he turned into my old self in a sense. Lost everything, no purpose left. He thinks Sword is dead, Darkheart used him as a toy he could just have fun killing over and over again, and The Spawn abandoned him.â
âHe was wrongfully called a monster and banished for something he couldnât control. If you haveâŚanything that could help I would be greatly appreciative and will owe you.â
âAnd- FirebrandâŚthereâs a lotâŚI donât want you overwhelmedâ
That... was alot to take in. He could only imagine how terrible it was to experience it firsthand. Although he didn't know how he was feeling exactly, he knew that feeling.
He contemplated for a moment. It was the mask that was the problem. Venomshank could still eat... but not through there.
"I mean.. there is the alternative of getting him a feeding tube. Although I'm not exactly a surgeon, I could still perform such a thing. I could insert it through his nose all the way down through his esophagus, or I could simply insert one through his abdomen. Either of those ways would be effective..."
He rubbed his mustache as he pondered more, his arms folded in a way that really showed his deep contemplation. The thinking man.
"I feel like that would be the most effective way... I could restrain him & then put him under anesthesia. Do you know if he'd respond badly to anesthesia via gas? I could give him it through an IV..."
He was really sticking with this idea. He was pretty certain it would be effective..
âWell, he usually produces gas. Although after going through the Shadow GardinaâŚThe creatures there just- itâs like they altered his chemistry. I donât know how well he will react, but we can try. Itâs the best option in my opinion. The less painful option pleaseâŚâ
His feathers flattened. Venomshank has been through enough pain already. He sighs, his one eye closing to think.
âI can restrain him, if you can get him knocked out then I think it will work.â
He shook his head, insisting that he could deal with him, insisting that he could restrain & deal with him. He didn't want to be a burden in any way.
"I'd suggest anesthesia via IV then, no struggle & its the most effective way, there is a little pinch with the needle going in, but I'm very skilled & experienced. So no worries, I'll handle it- you don't have to worry..."
"If you want to console him before or during the procedure though, I will not stop you. I think it would be good for him to be atleast somewhat comfortable, I can only do so much.."
âHe may react harshly but whatever thee- I mean- you think is bestâŚâ
He turned around and opened the curtain again, motioning the other to follow him.
He nodded, agreeing & thanking the other. He was glad he wasn't being dictated & micromanaged- it was absolutely infuriating.
"Thank you, I can assure you that I won't harm him in any way. I wish nothing but the best for him..."
Illumina nods and head into the room with the curtain door, motioning for Ghostwalker to follow.
The room was dark. Although it had enough light to see the figure on the ground. The room had black feathers scattered about and crows around the depressed deity.
His eyes and tears glowed in the dim room.
He was quiet, making sure he didn't startle the other deity, but he did observe his state. He... did not look well, he wouldn't deny, but he was a little intimidated of the idea of immediately going up to him & asking questions. He wanted to be gentle.
So he decided to wait, to stay & take in the information he could retrieve from merely just looking at him. He said nothing.
âVen.â
Illumina walked up to the limp deity, kneeling down and lifting him up a bit.
âStay calm ok?â
He looked over at Ghostwalker and motioned him to come over after making sure Venomshank wasnât going to attack him out of the blue.
Ghostwalker silently moved over, squatting down a bit himself to properly look at the two deities, most notably the crow deity.
He waved, attempting to contort his lacking & stitched face into a friendly expression, to little avail. He was silently wishing that he still had a mouth, so he could smile...
Venomshank was unresponsive. He only turned his head a bit to look at Ghostwalker. He looked so out of it. Tears constantly falling from his eyes and hitting the floor with a sizzle.
The mask looked new. Instead of brown it was white and didnât cover his entire face. He seemed soâŚdocile.
Illumina was holding the top half of his brother close, gently moving what was left of the fortyâs hair out of the way.
At least he wasnât fluffy anymore so this wouldnât be even harder.
He carefully inched closer, kneeling down towards the other deity. He wasn't necessarily afraid, he just didn't want to startle him.
He wanted to give him a consultation first. Morals, & all. He quietly cleared his throat.
"Hello... I was informed you were having difficulties eating? I- came up with a few solutions to that problem, I would like to talk it over with you first though."
Venomshank didnât respond and just closed his eyes. Sighing out a low growl. He was exhausted. No matter how much he slept he just always woke up exhausted.
Probably since he hasnât eaten or drank anything in a few days.
Illumina continues to gently pet Venomshank to try and keep him at ease.
âHe hasnât spoken since I brought him hereâ
