Joseph Van der Berg (cup_of_joey) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-08-25 19:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | joseph van der berg, satan |
WHO: Joey (Open to Lucifer or his minions but only if you want to add things, Charlie! I don't mind either way!)
WHAT: Poor little Joey baby wanting to die
WHEN: During his time with Lucifer
WHERE: Lucifer's home!
WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse, violence and rape
Joey had been through terrible shit before. His family had sent him to a psychiatrist the first time he brought a boy home. He had been ridiculed for his idea of fashion at school. His older brothers had beaten him silly for being 'sissy'. He had never really known love.
Then he had left home at the age of seventeen because he couldn't take the situation he had at home any more. He had then discovered that despite everything, his home life had been easy and lucky. He had been homeless and hungry and he had absolutely no street smarts.
For a time he had lived in a shelter and he had been assualted by an older man who liked the fact that Joey was slim and androgynous. Luckily someone had interfered before it had gone too far. He had left there and lived a boy named Grant who Joey had adored. Grant had been jealous every time Joey even looked at another man and once he had been late home and Grant had hit him. Joey fled the small apartment without even stopping to grab his shoes.
It was then that he met Xavier, just by chance. The man had taken him in and given him a home and eventullay Xavier had become the family Joey had never really had. After that his life had been pretty great with the expection of the chipmunk incident.
And then Lucifer had found him and once again Joey was learning that everything that had come before hadn't been all that horrible at all, not in comparison to what he was experiencing now. It was all relative, of course, but his entire life now was horror and Joey was losing hope every day that someone would save him.
The first day, Lucifer had crucified him and then raped him because it was his greatest fear. It had only gotten worse. Lucifer's minions had kept him awake for ages while his broken body throbbed and every breath was painful and hard. He had been burned and deprived since then. Lucifer continued to show Joet his true form and it was so horrible, Joey wasn't sure he could take it any more. He prayed, and that wasn't something Joey had done since he turned ten. He prayed and begged for deliverence and nothing came.
And as his pain and desperation grew, so did his indignant anger at someone he had once called one of his best friends. This was Saint Patrick's fault. Lucifer had killed Neil to get to Patrick and now he was suffering too. When the wife of Patrick's brother had been missing, the saints had rushed in and saved her. When Veronica was threatened because she was dating a saint, everyone had rallied around her and promised protection.
Where were they now? What good were they?
Eventually he gave up. He was going to die here. He hurt in every way he possibly could. So he curled up and closed his eyes and waited for it to happen.
At this point, it would be a mercy.