Wait, what? Purity, I thought Xanriel
could do telepathy! That's the very reason why I chose you to do the mind probing thing! I thought Heimdall, Xanriel and Jonathan are the only telepathic characters in the group; maybe I should've used Zanthos instead
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In his bedchamber, Jonathan held Nyxia tightly in his arms. Bitter tears of blood was running down his cheeks, as a maelstrom of memories and emotions assaulted his psyche.
Damn it... Jonathan thought.
Even though I've killed Mavros and avenged my parents, it still hurts... so much... Again and again, before his tightly shut eyes, he saw Mavros sneering, and viciously slashing off the head of Jonathan's parents. Then, he saw Mavros's blade plunge itself deeply into Nyxia's stomach, nearly killing her. Jonathan pulled Nyxia tightly against himself, a mere young man who wanted nothing but to protect the ones he loved.
It's all right, John, it's all right... Nyxia gently whispered into Jonathan's mind, desperately trying to soothe him and relieve him of the terrible pain and anguish he was experiencing right now. She did not anticipate this; no one would have thought that a simple mind probe would reveal the memories of all four people involved. Knowing Max's past memories, they now could very much trust the flamboyant and chaotic mutant elf/demon/werebutterfly; how could you not trust someone if you had "known" him since childhood? Perhaps it was truly Destiny after all, sharing the knowledge between them, forming this bond of alliance... Nevertheless, knowing someone's deepest and innermost secrets was intrusive, and Jonathan only shared those secrets with his closest friend and lover.
For a long while, Jonathan and Nyxia silently clung to each other, simply taking mutual comfort in each other's presence. Then, tenderly, Jonathan bared his fangs and sank them into the soft skin of Nyxia's nape. At the same time, Nyxia revealed fangs of her own, and bit gently into Jonathan's neck on the same spot. They were joined in both mind and body, as their blood flowed into each other.
Then, there came a gentle knocking on the door. Disentangling himself from Nyxia's embrace, Jonathan materialized his robe onto his body, and went to the door. "Yes?" Jonathan looked at the vampiric servant, and asked.
"Master Jonathan, I am sorry if I have disturbed anything, but Lord Incarnate wishes to see you," the vampire answered.
"It's late at night," Jonathan frowned in annoyance. "Can't this wait?"
"I'm sorry, but Lord Incarnate insists that this is urgent matter."
Jonathan sighed. "Fine. I'll be there in a minute."
Done. This meeting with Incarnate is the one where Incarnate gives the third eye to Jonathan.
Icy, make Heimdall have a prophetic dream? Maybe one about Necrosis?
