Nikolai's House {Fort Lauderdale, Florida}

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"I don't mean to mock you..... I just.... I don't know..." he mumbled, rubbing his head as he shakily stood on his feet. "I didn't Ben remember anything before you said that name..... " he sighed softly, holding his sides as he slowly made his way down the hall, gong to what he assumed was a guest room.

 

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Nikolai said nothing more. He turned his head and looked away until he was sure the boy had left. It just couldn't be. That couldn't be Grigori, it was just... it was just impossible. That wasn't the man he loved.
He turned his head and stared off into Belyi's direction, his eyes glowing with a purple edge. There was only one way to truly find out. He would have to dig into Belyi's dreams and reach his memories.

 

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giving a tiny sigh, the shaken angel curled up on the bed and pulled his legs up underneath him. What had just happened? W-why had he seen that? Why did Nikolai seem to hate him all of a sudden....? "no use asking stupid questions....... This is just like all the other masters...... Just pull through as best you can...." he mumbled, laying down and drifting to sleep.

 

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As soon as he sensed a new presence in his dream realm, Nikolai wandered up the steps and steadily pushed past his door to see the boy asleep on his luxurious bed. No wonder. Even people suffering from insomnia would fall victim to his bed's coziness within minutes.
He studied the sleeping boy for a moment, as if trying to depict anything that could possibly connect him to... But there was none. The boy didn't even have the same hair or eyes, not even the same height.
The purple mist flowed around Nikolai. For a moment he contemplated actually looking into the boy's memories. Despite the overwhelming differences, Belyi knew the way Grigori died, he knew how he looked before he become Sloth, and he had never told anyone that. If this really was true... If this feminine boy was the masculine Soviet... What would he do?
Nikolai shook his head. He'd cross that bridge when he got to it. The purple mist hissed eagerly as Nikolai's eyes grew a purple edge around them. The mist lifted up like a snake about to strike then rained down on the two. Nikolai's eyes grew heavy, his usual weariness increased by threefold. He never got used to this.
The Sin wasn't even able to get comfortable in his bed when he fell asleep and entered Belyi's dream.

 

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And yet the sin was forced into belyi's memories, it seemed, as the angel was once again viewing that final moment of his last life, though this time it appeared more as a movie screen, with two people besides Nikolai watching. One, the young angel curled in a ball, and the other a female figure swathed in blue linnen.  

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Nikolai watched the scene play out, his own memory intermingling with it and making it even more real.
The gunshots were deafening. Soldiers from both sides screamed in both German and Russian as they loaded their weapons and fired at each other. The Soviets were gaining some distance due to the harsh winters on their side, but it wasn't without cost. Corpses filled the trench, and hidden beneath a few bodies was Nikolai when he was part of the army himself. He was timid and scared, he looked much too tired and exhausted to fire his weapon, hidden beneath the limbs. Stretched across his face was a look of disgust and horror, the stench of the dead bodies must have been overwhelming. It was a memory but even Nikolai could smell it.
Soviet Nikolai shakily pushed a couple corpses off him and weakly climbed to his feet. He stumbled until he hit the wall of the trench, his legs asleep from frozen bodies laying on them for so long. His breathing was weakened and shallow, but it stopped as soon as someone caught his eye. About ten feet from him was another Soviet, a strong-looking one that fired at the coming Nazis. He managed to strike a few down before he hid beneath the wall and reloaded his gun. By that time Nikolai had remembered how to breath and talk, he shouted out a name and caught the other's attention. Nikolai smiled when the Soviet smiled with recognition, it had been so long since they had seen each other. He ran towards the soldier, he ran as fast as his tiny legs could take him. The two had always been together since they were thrown into the gulags, they were inseparable until the war forced them away. It had been months since they saw each other, the reunion was the only blessing they'd had for ages.
They never even heard the plane coming.
Nikolai's ran started with a bright and hopeful smile, but as he saw the Nazi Fighter plane dive down to shoot at its prey, his smile twisted into a horrified frown. Twin lines of bright bullets slammed against the ground, taking out Soviet after Soviet. Grigori didn't hear the plane, he just smiled and waved over his old friend.

Pain flashed across Nikolai's eyes as he heard his past self scream in terror over seeing Grigori get shot.
"How long did you know?" he said quietly to the woman beside him, not even glancing at her.

 

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With every gunshot, every death, the angel winced and curled up tighter, the figure in blue trying to comfort him as best she could.
When the devil spoke, the woman gave a small sigh as she turned from the terrified angel to Nikolai, her wraps shifting slightly. "known what, Nikolai?" she murmured, her voice echoing some as she gently brushed one of the sins stray hairs from his face with a pale hand.

 

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"That he was Grigori." he said with impatience in his light tone.

 

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"i've known for a long time, since before he was born in fact." she murmured, glancing behind her to where Belyi was.
the angel gave a sigh and glanced up at the images on the "screen", watching them change from his death to his first time in the slave shops. on the screen was a less scrawny version of the drag queen he was now, he had some fair amount of muscle - as much a ten year old can have. his eyes, glowing pale and pink were filled with little fear as they peered out from his rather short white hair. how horrid that had been. they prodded and poked him, tried to get him to speak; half starved him and beat him daily; but it as surprisingly safer then any of his masters' houses would ever be.

 

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"You're much crueler than I, dearie." Nikolai muttered as he continued watching the show, though his eyes weren't focused on them. "You allow him to be reincarnated... and he is nothing like how I remember him. He is not reincarnated, dearie, he is an entirely new soul!"

 

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Shaking her head, the woman turned back to him. "you've mistaken me for the succubus? No, I'm not my mistress..... But her heir.... She sighed, nodding to him. "and he is not a new soul, he is enough of the man you knew to be considered a reincarnation...... You just need to help him find that part of himself....." she purred.

Letting out a sigh, the angel stood, revealing himself to be completely buck a** nude and fully buff as if he'd never stopped working out.  

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Nikolai glanced at Belyi and his strong body, his mind showing him as Grigori for a brief second, the smiling Soviet that smiled past the deep pain he held. He despised himself for feeling so aroused by someone that was nothing like the real Grigori. "How cruel you are, dearie," Nikolai sighed. "To make me work."

 

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"mmm.... but you're the devil, dear one... you always have work~" she purred softly, fading out of the dream.

as soon as she was gone, the dream faded to that of a snowy forest, the angel now covered by a simple purple shirt and black slacks. staring up at the sky, he gave a small sigh and closed his eyes, seeming to revel in the silence around him.

 

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He scowled before taking note of the scenery change. He moved around slowly and looked at Belyi, pondering speaking to him or not.

 

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glancing to him from the corner of his eye, the angel gave a long sigh and slowly relaxed himself. "can you quit acting like a vulture? i feel like i'm gonna be tackled to the ground or something...." he murmured, his voice deeper then his magically enhanced voice from the real world.