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Chapter four- Masks and scars

Warning: the last chapter was short and I wasn't very inspired, but THIS ONE, if you like the supernatural side of Vessel and his relationship with iii you will love this chapter. I really tried and it's the biggest one so far, please let me know if you like it🖤

After the dream you couldn't sleep anymore, not that that kind of thing had called your attention but you were worried about your problems. So after a few minutes you just put on an overcoat and went downstairs patting the back of your head feeling the hangover from last night. Your eyes ran around the living room and the couch looking for the figure of your dream, maybe it was all an imagination and he didn't even exist, but the noise of glasses in the kitchen said that you weren't crazy enough to dream about all that yet.

You walked in light steps to the other room and leaned on the counter attentive to Vessel's movements, he seemed to be trying to manipulate the coffee pot but he was doing it in the most wrong way possible, starting with the fact that he put sugar in the place of coffee, and salt in place of sugar. You were even finding the situation a little funny since it wasn't often that you saw such a clumsy stranger with a simple coffee, you was really willing to help the poor man.

-If it continues like this, our breakfast will be our lunch. -your voice was calm, careful, after all in your mind everything was very confused but you knew that after a whole night he didn't hurt you and that was good.

-I haven't used this for a long time, my friends and I hardly eat much in the morning.

-Well, and these friends are not worried? After all, you're in the house of someone for over twelve hours

-If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it already, wouldn't you? - You laughed with the comment, thinking about what chance you would have to do something like that since the opposite would be much more possible.

-You know, I dreamed about you, in fact it was more of a nightmare.

- Tell me I'm curious.

-You were covered in wounds on your back, they were scars but some were open and I could feel your pain as I saw you in the bathroom mirror, but you told me they were bar fights

Vessel pauses silently for a moment and one of the cups in his hand comes into contact with the floor causing several pieces of glass to scatter around the place, some end up hitting both of them in the feet making small cuts but he was still motionless and you pay attention to the man in front of you.

"I didn't say anything about myself to her, I didn't show her that, I wouldn't be such a fool to show so much of myself, I just didn't do that, it would be so wrong"

-Sorry-was the only word out of his mouth you could hear about that, however it wasn't about the cup but you wouldn't understand if he explained so Vessel just bent down and took a few pieces in his hand to scoop up the mess.

Your eyes traveled over his movements until he noticed something fall out of his pocket and a sudden movement on his part to pick it up again, it looked like a paper or a photo. You ran your eyes through the picture frames in the room until you realized that it looked familiar and it wasn't a coincidence, it was something you treasured very well. Without saying anything, you go to the room, in a specific drawer and a yellowish envelope at the bottom of it, just as you suspected the paper was not there, so it was in fact in his hands. You go back to the kitchen this time in a hurry and anger and quickly approach him putting your hands in your pants pockets.

-Where is it?

-I didn't understand.

-The photo! Where is it? -You pull the first thing you touch knowing what it was about, he just raised his hands as if he was being searched.

-This is uncomfortable, if you can get your hands out of there...

-Why? What did you want with that? How did you find it, after all, how do you know so much about here?! I didn't ask before because I was clearly drunk but you even knew my address!

-It's not the time for me to tell you anything, I'm sorry - his voice cracking, he knew that feeling.

-You first get in my car, force me to bring you here, say you know where I live, flirt with me, mention things like sacrifice and don't want to explain to me? And you still take the only photo I have of my father on the last day of his life? Are you sick by any chance?

-I think you better measure your words with me, I'm not crazy like you're making it seem.

-So who are you? Why don't you say who you are?

-I can't, I can't now.

-You must be one of Joe's sick friends, right? He must have set it all up as a joke, that's enough, take off your mask

You advance on him fighting his arms away from the object, he clearly didn't put strength, it looked like he didn't even want to touch you and that was irritating you even more. You finally put your hands on his face pulling the object that was covering him at once, but you dropped it at the same moment moving away, your conclusions were wrong, more wrong than possible, to begin with... he wasn't human.

The eyes of a fire yellow tone, but also reddish like blood, dark sockets, black as night, but it wasn't the color that made your legs give way to the ground, but the number of pairs of eyes on his face. They all looked at you in a ghastly countenance, the skin on his face was deeply scarred and his hair covered a little of the two pairs of eyes above the others. A cry of pain came out of the man's lips that made you move away even more covering your mouth not knowing what to show in front of that, now yes, now yes you were dreaming.

You threw the photo to the floor as you backed away and ran into your room slamming the door and falling back against it, stifling your sobs and fear against your hand. The thought that he was just a stranger in her house changed to "not human". You always maintained a skeptical posture with the supernatural, your mother told you about your father, said that man lived exploring the other side of this world, the spiritual world, but that in one of his discoveries something possessed him in such a way that he was in a coma. Doctors said it was a rare case of brain death, and your mother never forgot the last words he said before he never woke up, it was something like "Sleep arrives for some like rest and for others like punishment". However, no one took him seriously in his delusions, but otherwise you never believed in the spirit world in which such creatures could exist.

Your thoughts spun restlessly as tears coated the fabric on your body, you prayed that the sight had been a nightmare, you began to struggle with the idea of unlocking the door and facing Vessel, something in you told you not to be afraid. But you on the other hand seem to have hurt him after hearing the deep scream that came out of his lips. Footsteps approached the stairs, you grabbed your legs praying louder thinking that it was just a haunting, the steps slowly approached your room but you were already grateful that it was daylight, the light in your room made everything a little less gloomy, already the sun that reflected in Vessel's six eyes made you shiver. A familiar voice calls out your name, it was Joe, or at least it should be.

-Are you still sleeping? The kitchen is a mess and the door was open. Did you forget to lock it overnight?

-I must have fallen asleep with it open, Joe I'm going to the bathroom to take a shower if you can wait for me in the room I appreciate it -You tried your best to disguise the fear in your words, what if it wasn't really Joe?

Seconds later whoever it was had already come down and you cautiously unlocked the bedroom door. The hallway of your house was dimly lit even during the day, the lightbulb had burned out and you hadn't provided a new one, so the path to the bathroom still carried a sense of fear, as if at any moment something would emerge from the shadows. When you can turn on the light in the bathroom you find a new piece of paper under the sink, there was a dried rose and vines wrapped around the note, to read the words you had to push away the thorns, your attempt obviously resulted in your blood staining the note , however you managed to remove the plant.

"You must be crazy if you think that I will give up the game"

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The sun had burned his pupils, he was a creature of the night, Sleep made him a creature of the night so why the hell was he walking around in daylight?

-Where were you? -that extremely familiar and sweet voice enters Vessel's ears and calms him down for a second.

-iii...

-Hmm? We've been looking for you all night, iv and ii are desperate and Sleep is furious, we feel unbearable pain for hours without you, what are you doing Ves?

-I'm sorry, I didn't want you to be punished because of me.

-FUCKING ANSWER ME! -iii grabs Vessel's clothes pulling him closer grabbing his shoulders, desperately seeking comfort, an answer, something, his skin was burning with agony and in these moments Vessel knew he was the only one who could calm him down.

-I love you, I wasn't going to abandon you, I'm sorry for that...-his words were interrupted by a desperate kiss, iii was still looking for contact with Vessel to calm his soul and this was their relationship, they knew a lot good of that. The need for carnal desire Ves met with the devotion and submission that iii offered, and a guilty feeling rose in his stomach as iii's hands brought him closer.

The bond that was created between the two from the moment they became vessels of Sleep, went beyond desire, Vessel always reached out to iii when he felt he was too tired or unsure. Realizing his partner so needy and worried hurt, but it would hurt more when he told about his days being numbered as a vessel and that very soon he would be replaced, but how to make iii and the others understand that this is the reason he ran away to seek human pleasures like the love of a woman. It would seem a silly excuse, but it was true, but once again he decides to fall into iii's arms, he wouldn't know how long he could enjoy this feeling of care, and after the disastrous event, all he needed most was that, comfort.

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Chapter three- Masks and scars

"The hours you were in your deep sleep, Vessel in turn didn't close his eyes for a second tonight. He took the exact same path from the bathroom to the couch, just spent long minutes staring at his reflection in the mirror counting every scar on his body, some were a sweet gift of sleep to him, their marks as a receptacle, a sweet and painful reminder that that body once weak and mortal, now a sacred place of Sleep no longer of Vessel or rather of the man that he once was.

-Do you usually look at yours too?-His voice right behind him made him cringe suddenly, until then he was completely alone and lost in his own thoughts.

-You should be in bed

-Well, I say the same to you. But by the way, how did you get hurt so bad? They are practically open.

-"Bar fights"-a quickly thought-out answer, he knew your curiosity and he knew your questions wouldn't end there.

-Vessel please unless they threw knives in your back these wouldn't be bar fights marks. Can I help you with that?

Guilt and fear tortured the mind of the man who had his back to you in such a vulnerable situation for a being like him. Vessel didn't risk closing his eyes to not have a painful encounter with Sleep, yes he was running away from his God and the other vessels.

He was putting his will above Sleep's right now, and his will was…you? He knew he would be punished for this, new cracks in his body, more crushed bones, more muffled screams in the dead of night, more headaches, but in a way wasn't that a good thing? Inspiration from him would surface for more Sleep worship lyrics, it would be worth something later, Sleep always makes it count.

-Vessel? - his hand reaches his back letting a pained moan escape that worries her.

-Go to sleep

His voice cracked, even the fact that he said so much, Sleep was starting to take a toll. It wasn't allowed, his voice didn't belong to him, his body and mind would be nothing without his God, and his blessed voice could only be used for worship. With the other vessels talking through thoughts was possible, however with you... an attempt at communication like theirs was capable of harming you.

His touch above the scars was light, there was some care in that. At first iii always tried to help Vessel with bandages, or whatever was needed after the rituals, when he was exhausted, needing a long rest. But now it wasn't iii's hands that touched the sensitive area, it was his and he could ask for that sensation to stay for hours on his skin, it was like an angelic touch under the skin of a sinner, he needed that, after all it was his plan from the start to have you for him, however wrong and treacherous that might have been for his purpose in life.

Finally he turns to face you, you had already gotten used to the object on his face, and you could swear that behind that mask there was some expression in that man's eyes. That same scene was repeated, the breathing of both aligned, the sudden attraction that he made you feel in those moments was extremely unconscious but in a way it held her like a prey.

You wanted to be the prey."

Your eyes widen in astonishment as your body spasms in bed, you couldn't believe you dreamed of something like this, a twinge of headache actually made you more lucid. What the fuck was that? Were you giving into the unknown so passively? The feeling of concern for him so real, so cruel and at the same time so sweet. But it was just a dream, and you on the one hand were grateful for it, at least at that moment.

"I have a space in your mind that I never imagined I could get so easily. This just proves how right I am to say that you are mine, you are my new obsession, my new adoration, the air I want to breathe, and there are still doubts that I will make you mine? The answer is obvious lamb, I will spare no effort, I will give my blood, flesh and bones if necessary"

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Chapter two- Masks and scars

TW: emotional abuse (not by Vessel), toxic relationship, alcohol.

Opening the door with an unconscious man on your back seemed an almost impossible task at that moment, the drink brought a strong headache now, you just wanted to lie down right there and sleep without caring what the neighbors would think. A flutter in your pocket stirred up some of the fog in your mind, you rubbed your eyes and let the man fall again, why did it feel like you were carrying a body now?

Grumbling about his size, finally the keys fit the door and you turn the handle holding him by one of his legs thinking of dragging him to the couch but that seemed cruel, so again there he was on your back, this time a little easier, your body gave out and you both fell onto the couch, he was still in a deep sleep and you were just exhausted.

-You will pay a doctor for my back.

You become aware of the vibration in your pocket, your cell phone had rung a few times along the way. Your discouragement had a reason, a name, more specifically Joe. You wouldn't call back, you preferred to take off your shoes and throw them in a corner of the room along with your purse. You  grabbed a bottle of wine thrown under the table ignoring the hangover that was taking effect from the night's drinking, you just needed a few more sips to support that conversation, just a few more. A few minutes passed and your boyfriend's insistence became irritating.

-You forgot what time it was, Joe. - You get up from the couch exhausted wiping some of the smudged makeup on your cheeks.

-They told me they saw you making out with a man today at the bar, are you serious you've been a fucking problem and I'm wrong?

-Screw you! It's always like that, I'm sure that if I could count on you in these moments I wouldn't have to drink so much!

-What the hell, who were you with? I go there! Who are you with?

- Why can't you see how much you're hurting me? On our anniversary, what the fuck boyfriend are you? screw you

-Excellent! The fault will always be mine.

-Go to hell!-irrationally you throw the cell phone away from his sight holding his face tightly muffling a series of curse words.

- What a dirty mouth lamb.

- Oh heavens, shut up... - You quickly get up from the couch analyzing Vessel looking at you through the mask, clearly much more aware than before.

- I want to take a shower - He gets up still a little clumsy making you look at the state he was in.

-Where are you going?

-Get a towel from your room.

-What? Don't know where my room is, man? -you run up the stairs blocking the passage for him to continue.

-Do you want to kiss me?

-What? Got crazy? I can't let a drunk stranger walk into my house like he knows everything about me!

-The one on the cell phone, was that your boyfriend? -his question was as direct as an arrow, was he listening to the conversation?

-He is, and you're a dead guy if he sees you here.

As much as you couldn't see Vessel through the mask, you felt a heavy sigh leave his nostrils, he ducked a little, almost an offensive act for your height, you instinctively turn your face away from that act full of clearly no good intentions.

-Excuse me lamb.

You made a point of ignoring him, your notion, fear had already gone down the drain with that wine. Your act was to cross your arms and keep yourself inches from the masked face. Big time to get stabbed like in horror movies. A tension was building in your stomach, a mixture of curiosity and attraction, you were indeed going crazy putting yourself in such a position at the mercy of a stranger in your home. The feeling dissipates when your cell phone lying on the floor starts ringing again, Vessel's gaze is no longer on you, but on the object.

- Won't answer the call lamb?

-Shut up - you walk past him before feeling his firm touch holding your wrist once more.

-Let me change what I said, you won't answer.

-Do you think you can be another idiot and order me around?

-I don't know where the bathroom is, I want you to show me -Vessel leads you to the exact location leaving you even more confused than he was trying to do.

-Is this the part where I help you take off your clothes?

-I'm not a pervert and I don't want your hands on me, however, I don't want them on him either.

-In him? Are you talking about Joe? You've got to be kidding if you think I want dating advice from you.

- That's not a advice, lamb.

-You are really very strange, since you know the house I don't see any problem taking your shower and going back to the couch, good night Vessel.

You go to your room just throwing yourself on the bed, your body was so heavy and your feelings even more, your mind was confused and blurry. A loud sigh fills the room before his eyes slowly close giving in to a deep, heavy sleep. The idea of letting a possible maniac loose in your house while you slept didn't sound like a good thing, but at this point in the game your only threat was your boyfriend, by the next morning Vessel would be gone, so your thoughts dissipated giving space to sleep.

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Masks and scars

One day I caught myself thinking, "Vessel would be a great protagonist in a dark romance" so here I bring you the first chapter of this story, I'm warning you, hold your heart because this man would kill and die for the one he loves.

TW: Alcohol, mature content, emotional abuse (not by Vessel), nsfw.

When the music got that much louder and the colored lights started to turn into white flashes, you knew it was time to get out of there or your body would give out and the drinks would back up your throat not in a good way. Fortunately, you was sane enough to grab your car keys, take a last sip of your favorite drink, and wander down the block to the car. It was already late, it was customary to spend many hours at the counter of that place drinking shots and rethinking your life choices, but this night seemed endless, by all accounts it was already dawn because your shoes bothered your foot in an unbearable way. Fortunately, the street was calm, there was no movement, just a man walking out of the same place, but unlike his lucidity, he was already drunk as hell.

You drew this conclusion when you saw him sitting in the middle of the street singing disconnected words, he was practically almost half naked, a kind of cloak tied around his exposed waist as well as his abdomen, he was not wearing a shirt and his pants were practically almost off his body. But despite these details, something caught your attention so that you continued watching him from a safe distance, a white mask with red details, only his mouth was exposed and there was some kind of paint running down his body, he was finished and you were afraid however curious. Let's say that most of your curiosity passes when this man starts to get up and walk in crooked steps towards you, a strong smell of drink invades your nostrils combining with a sweet smell that emanated from him as he approached, you instinctively took firm steps backwards and held the car keys against his chest, some kind of security signal perhaps.

The man takes a few more steps before collapsing in front of you almost at your feet, lying almost on his knees muttering something. Whatever it was, it was already strange, you decide to walk away and get into the car, taking care that when you turn it on, you don't end up hurting the man, but your concern is also cut when he gets into the passenger seat and closes the door. Your reaction was a quick scream of fright, silence reigned for seconds and your next rational thought was to try to open your door to get out, however the man hurried to interfere with your action pulling the door almost in desperation stretching over you. It was scaring her already, trapped in the arms of a man in a hideous mask, drunk in your own car and now breathing the same air as him with a notorious smell of expensive liquor on his breath.

-Drive -the man finally breaks the silence with a word barely spoken in a rigid and not at all reliable way.

- Get out of my car, please. I have no money!- you raise your hands up in a peace sign.

-You have nothing I want, now drive -The man walks away slowly, leaning his face against the window, letting out a loud sigh that made her shiver

-I'm going to call the police.

-You will become my next sacrifice if you don't start this engine now, do you need me to spell it out?

- What is your name?

In a sudden act you are pulled over him reversing places, he starts the car and leaves at an absurd speed making you think that it was a kidnapping. Hitting his arm or throwing him out of the vehicle would be an accident now.

-Where are you going? -you extend your arm taking your cell phone fearing what could happen to you.

-Your house - his voice softens and the speed at which he was driving is slowly decreasing.

Your feelings were so confused that it didn't come to your mind to ask how he knew the way to your house, you for a moment give up picking up the cell phone and lean against the bench holding tears of fear. Even disguising your sighs and tears were noticed by the masked man who constantly looked away from the road to stare at your small and frightened figure like a prey going to the slaughter.

-Vessel - almost a whisper comes out of the other people's lips, waking you up a little from the trance.

-I can't say it's a pleasure to meet you, you're practically kidnapping me!

-You're doing me a favor, why don't you close your eyes and rest? I'm not the monster you're imagining

-If it's not a bad thing, why are you dressed this way? Why don't you take off this mask? - a fatal mistake to have reached out to touch the object on his face, a firm hand tightened your wrist and he could hear cracks in your bones.

-DON'T TOUCH -his voice echoed in the car making you walk away quickly returning to the same agony and fear of seconds ago. He didn't like it, didn't want to see her this way.

The car stops a few blocks before your house, you begin to think of several possible evils that he could do to you and simply no one would hear a cry for help in that place, again one of his hands touches it, but this time a soft touch turning your face to face him.

-You ask a lot of questions, I know you're scared and that you think I'm going to hurt you, but I take very good care of what's mine. I can't keep my eyes open anymore, please take me to your place and let me spend the night, I need to recover and I promise to explain everything to you at some point. let me trust you.

His hand practically slides over your face in a weak act and your body sags under you. What should you do? Throw him on the road? Call the police? Take off his mask without him seeing? Or the last option but the craziest possible, do what he asked.

Five minutes passed that he was in your lap sleeping soundly, you could feel his heartbeat, something about him was no longer scaring you, your curiosity returned little by little and your hands slide over his mask. In an act of lucidity, you carefully place it in the other seat, changing positions again, after thinking for a few seconds, you drive back to your house. No, you didn't trust him, you would never trust a drunk, masked, strangely attractive man with a deep voice, oh my god at this point you didn't know what was going on in his mind.

Gradually his words came back in your mind, what did he mean by "I take good care of what's mine?". Did he see you as a potential victim? A prey? Part of you wanted to let him trust, you could give him the help he needed to recover from a night of drinking and he could leave afterward, it wasn't the right thing to do but something about him messed with the chemistry of your thoughts, you wanted to knowing him, wanted his answers and would only get them when he woke up.

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Okay, but have you ever imagined how the Ghouls would react to your y/n crying over Eddie Munson's death??

DEWDROP:

"May Lucifer give me patience, cry more than a child"

Yes, this fire ghoul tends to be inconvenient in sensitive moments, but he doesn't do it with malice, he just can't understand why y/n pulls out several tissues to dry his tears while watching something on television.

"Come on y/n he wasn't even that nice h-…wait don't wipe the tears on my shirt what happened to you?"

Gradually he starts to feel uncomfortable seeing you in this situation, he wraps himself around your waist and starts watching with you, you can hear it almost only in a whisper but yes, the previously insensitive ghoul is crying behind the mask.

"He died… I liked him, he was rock… I'm sad hug me or throw you out of bed"

And you were petting each other until you fell asleep. In fact fire ghouls will go from zero to a thousand very fast in these emotional situations.

SWISS:

Let's go… Swiss is certainly a big fan of the series. He didn't even wait for you to watch to tell you the news.

"WOOOOOW HE DIED GUYS EDDIE DIED!!!"

It pissed you off and you wanted to throw the guitar in his face. When Swiss went to his room all he saw was you wrapped in the blanket whimpering in the Hellfire shirt that Aether had previously bought you.

"Come on honey, I didn't mean it, I just got carried away"

-The whole abbey heard

"Well… true, but allow me to apologize better!

He knew hugs wouldn't do any good, so after a while he comes back with some custom character t-shirts and mugs, and a doll.

"I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean to leave you like this. I bought this for you, I hope it makes you better."

And indeed she did.

RAIN

You don't know who's crying more, if it's you or this water ghoul. He just doesn't understand why he's crying, he only does it when his y/n suffers from something.

"There's water coming out of my eyes, there's water in my eyes!!! CARDINAL HAS WATER IN MY EYES, I DON'T LIKE IT IT'S SAD"

Yes, a baby. Rain will try to give you lots of kisses on the face until you don't have "water in your eyes", will try to tickle you with his tail and will hug you like a teddy bear. If none of this helps, wait for the worst:

-Rain what did you do???

"I stole Dewdrop's chocolate for you and he punched me"

Oh heavens, as sweet as a child, he'll pamper you till you sleep.

AETHER:

Surely you must already know that this Ghoul is one of the most understanding among the ages:

"Tell me more about what you're feeling"

"I know it's sad honey, I'm here"

"Tell me more about this character, did you like him? A lot? Good, I also really like some things, like bananas!"

And you can be sure you'll have a basket of bananas on your bed to eat watching the episode.

If even if at that moment you reject the fruits and just want affection and attention, you can be sure that Aether will play a song for you and caress you all the time.

MOUNTAIN:

Like Aether, this ghoul does possess supernatural understanding. However, your form of communication is not in the words that come out of your lips or your touches, it is in his presence. Mountain believes that her presence there by his side at that moment might be enough. That's not to say that if you ask he'll withhold a hug or comforting words, but there's the "X of the question", he's available so that anything you want you should say to him. And from there, get ready for a strong and protective hug.

"Yes he seemed important to you… but now he's a pretty little star isn't he? Hell… I made her cry more, sorry I should have kept quiet"

You hug him back and both are still there, the feeling of comfort that the presence of this ghoul brings you is simply indescribable.

"How about… I draw it for you? It might not look good but if you leave it at the head of the bed, it will always be with it"

CIRRUS AND CUMULUS:

These two will definitely post about it, asking them to revive the character in the series because their sweet y/n won't stop shedding tears. They would be with you all the time and they would certainly be crying too, but one on each side hugging you.

"Can we do something to make you better honey? We don't want to see you like this any longer, it's sad!"

Get ready to be full of sweets and stuffed animals. They can even imitate Eddie scenes to make you laugh, as well as Aether will play something to cheer you up and after you sleep, they will have a conversation about how interesting the feelings humans have.

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