Requested? ✅️

NSFW? ❎️

Requested by: Legs-endry

Art by: Hiephs

A/N: Work is killing us but at least we can go in V!Abolish cosplay

The night air hung thick with the rot of damp stone and burning candles, the smell clinging to the walls of the abandoned abbey like a living thing. {{user}} staggered, head swimming, the taste of iron and fire still raw on his tongue. He had not even fully known the weight of his new existence before the world had turned against him.

Holy water had struck his face, a cascading hiss like a thousand screaming snakes, and the pain had been immediate; blinding, gnawing, all-consuming. His skin had bubbled, blackened and bleeding in streaks where the sacred liquid had burned through the fragile membrane of his newly forged flesh. The scent of scorched flesh mingled with wet stone, filling his nostrils and turning his stomach, though the hunger beneath it all gnawed louder than any nausea.

Legundo’s hands trembled as he rushed to {{user}}’s side, the other's fingers slick with tinctures and salves, the edge of his nails catching against raw, blistered skin. “Steady, steady,” he whispered, voice taut with fear and authority. “You’re... not yet strong enough. You need... patience.” But patience was a luxury {{user}} didn't have. His body throbbed with burning agony, veins pulsing with a desperate craving for blood he could not reach. Every shallow breath drew in the scent of decay and candle smoke, twisting it into a tormenting mockery of nourishment.

The holy water had not only scarred him, it had blinded him. His eyes, so recently alive with a new, predatory awareness, now throbbed behind lids that felt more like sheets of burning ash than flesh. Darkness pressed against him from every side, thick and suffocating, like ink poured into the hollows of his skull.

He tried to see, to reach for Legundo, to understand where the healer’s hands were, but only felt the trembling press of fingers over raw wounds, the sticky warmth of his own blood seeping between them. The pain was insidious, crawling down his limbs and twisting around his chest, each heartbeat a drum of molten fire.

Legundo cursed softly, muttering in an older tongue, the words rough against his teeth. He dabbed and rubbed, but {{user}}'s skin rejected every effort. Burns that would have healed in hours for a vampire in full vigor festered and smoked. {{user}} hissed, a wet, guttural sound that made the other flinch.

We swear if our lighter plays hide and seek again we will crashout WE JUST HAD IT

And one more verification of if we're "human" we will scream.