As the night wore on, I remained steadfast by Brock’s side, determined to protect him from any further harm that might befall him. Throughout those long hours, I kept a vigilant watch, ensuring his safety and providing a sense of security in an otherwise tumultuous time.
As the morning light began to filter into the room, I slowly opened my eyes, relieved to see Brock sleeping peacefully. The fact that nothing had occurred during our slumber brought a sense of solace, a temporary respite from the turmoil that surrounded us.
However, the events of the previous day still weighed heavily on my mind. There were crucial tasks that needed to be addressed with urgency. Firstly, I needed to locate Josh and confront him, holding him accountable for the pain he inflicted on Brock. Justice needed to be served.
Additionally, it was imperative to seek proper medical care for Brock. The trauma he endured necessitated immediate treatment to mitigate any potential long-term health consequences. It
was vital to ensure his physical and emotional well-being through comprehensive care and support.
Gathering my resolve, I made a firm commitment to fulfill these obligations, determined to bring an end to the suffering that had befallen Brock and to secure his path to recovery.
I gently roused Brock from his slumber, urging him to wake up. It took a few moments, but eventually, his eyes fluttered open, and he focused his gaze on me.
Brock: Liran…
Me: Brock, we need to seek immediate treatment for what you’ve been through. We should go to Rythmeus.
Brock’s voice quivered with uncertainty as he questioned whether Rythmeus would truly be able to help.
Me: I am absolutely certain. Rythmeus possesses great wisdom and power. He will assist us. We must act swiftly.
A sense of urgency propelled us forward. After preparing ourselves for the journey, we stepped out of the house, our resolve unwavering. Our destination was Rythmeus’s palace, where we hoped to find the aid and guidance we desperately needed.
As we embarked on the path leading to the palace, time became precious. We quickened our pace, determined to reach our destination without delay, holding onto the hope that Rythmeus would provide the answers and remedies required to heal Brock’s wounds.
Me: Brock, our first priority is to rid your body of the harmful effects of what Josh has done to you. These “things” inside you can lead to serious illnesses, even cancer. But we will find a way to cure you, I promise.
Brock: *sniffles*
Witnessing Brock’s vulnerable state, on the brink of tears, I held him close for a moment, offering what solace I could.
Me: Brock, I may not fully comprehend the depth of your pain, but I am deeply sorry for what you have endured. Trust me, we will find help. Rythmeus will provide the guidance and support you need.
Reluctantly, I released my embrace, understanding that time was of the essence. We continued our journey, each step bringing us closer to Rythmeus’s palace.
After several minutes, we stood before the grand doors of the palace. Taking a deep breath, I raised my hand and knocked, hoping that Rythmeus would answer our call and provide the aid that Brock so desperately required.
In a fleeting moment, the door swung ajar, granting us access to the illustrious palace.
As my companion, Brock, and I traversed the palace’s grand interior, we were greeted by the resonant voice of Rythmeus:
Rythmeus: Proceed to the adjacent doorway, for I currently occupy the chamber.
Consequently, we directed our steps toward the designated portal, effortlessly swung it open, and gracefully crossed the threshold, carefully shutting the door behind us.
Our eyes beheld the imposing sight of Rythmeus, comfortably seated upon an extravagant throne.
Me: Rythmeus! We find ourselves in dire need of your aid! Hasten!
Rythmeus regarded us intently, displaying a hint of concern in his gaze.
Rythmeus: Pray tell, what transpired? Is all well within?”
Me: no! Its brock! Brock was raped! He was sexually abused and molested!
As soon as I said that, rythmeus became extremely “angry” and “worried”
Rythmeus: WHAT?!
Rythmeus said with a loud and mighty voice,
Rythmeus: WHO… WHO DARED TO DO THAT?!,
I WILL FIND THAT BEING AND I WILL DESTROY AND ERASE HIM FROM THE DEEPESTS PITS OF
“NON EXISTENCE”!
Rythmeus then got off “his” throne, and instantly approached brock, hugging him.
Rythmeus: Brock, my dear friend, please share with me the entirety of your harrowing experience… I am here to support you.
Brock, overwhelmed by emotions, clung tightly to Rythmeus, his tears flowing freely. In response, Rythmeus reciprocated the embrace, holding Brock even more tightly, providing a sense of security and solace.
Brock: It… it caused me immense pain.
Rythmeus: Who?! Who is responsible for inflicting this agony upon you?
Brock: I… I cannot… I cannot remember…
I turned to Rythmeus, seeking answers.
Me: Rythmeus, during that traumatic incident, did you perceive Brock’s distress? Could you sense his presence at that time? Or perchance, the presence of the wretched individual who committed this heinous act against him?
Rythmeus, still tightly holding Brock, met my gaze with a mixture of empathy and determination.
Rythmeus: Indeed, inexplicably, I was unable to perceive either Brock or the presence of that malevolent entity. It was as if they had never existed in the first place.
I couldn’t even discern that something was amiss in Brock’s household or gain insight into his parents’ circumstances.
Me: ?!...
The revelation left me stunned. If someone could elude Rythmeus, who himself is an immensely powerful being, it meant that the perpetrator possessed unfathomable strength. The notion of someone surpassing Rythmeus in power was both perplexing and unsettling.
Me: So, this being who violated Brock… possessed a resistance to your powers?
Rythmeus: It would appear so. If this being did not possess such powers, I could have effortlessly teleported to Brock’s house and thwarted that accursed “event” from occurring.
Alas, it seems that the being possessed abilities that prevented my intervention.
Me: That is… truly unbelievable. Nevertheless, our priority remains healing Brock, as his life hangs in the balance!
Upon hearing my words, Rythmeus released Brock from the embrace, gently placing him on the ground and proceeding to examine him closely.
Rythmeus: …
Brock, may I have a look?
Brock slowly nodded, granting permission to Rythmeus.
Carefully, Rythmeus removed Brock’s shirt, unveiling the scars that marred his body.
Rythmeus: Oh, my… What a despicable being…
Rythmeus then rested “his” hand upon Brock’s injured form, evoking a radiant white light that enveloped Brock’s body. After a brief moment, the light dissipated, vanishing entirely.
Rythmeus: ?!...
To Rythmeus’s astonishment, the scars that marred Brock’s body remained intact, unaffected by the healing light that emanated from “him.”
Rythmeus: What?! How can this be? I mended you at the very essence of your being, even beyond that… and yet, these scars persist on your flesh?
Persistently, Rythmeus continued to employ “his” light, attempting to heal Brock’s wounds, but to no avail.
Rythmeus: How is this possible? Who was the malevolent being that inflicted this upon you?
Turning his attention to Brock, Rythmeus inquired further.
Rythmeus: Brock, may I examine the primary scar?
Brock, in response, slowly nodded, granting permission to Rythmeus.
Rythmeus then slowly took off brock’s pants and underwear, revealing more scars… and then rythmeus looks at the main “scar”
Rythmeus: oh no…
Rythmeus then used “his” tentacles to clean brock of whatever was in brock’s body…
Rythmeus: shh… shh… its ok, at least let me clean you… don’t cry…
Rythmeus then slowly caressed brock’s head, comforting him.
After that rythmeus cleaned brock from the horrible liquids, rythmeus then puts back the clothes on brock, dressing him.
And after doing that, rythmues seemed extremely “sad” and “concerned”.
Me: Rythmeus?... Is Brock well? Pray, enlighten me regarding the events that transpired.
Rythmeus: I am filled with apprehension…
Forsooth, I am unable to mend Brock’s ailment.
Upon hearing these words, I was struck with profound sorrow… Even a celestial entity such as Rythmeus, surpassing and mightier than the very fabric of existence itself, proved incapable of rectifying Brock’s plight…
My heart was filled with horror, fear, great concern, and unutterable devastation.
Me: How… I beseech thee… Who… Pray tell, who was the perpetrator responsible for this affliction upon Brock?...
Rythmeus, perchance art thou aware of the whereabouts of Brock’s progenitors?
Rythmeus: Nay… I am bereft of their presence, for they have departed this realm. Most likely they have perished, and when I employ the term “perished,” I do so quite literally, for they have been reduced to mere abstractions, and even less than that.
Brock’s anguish intensified upon hearing the news.
Brock: My dear mother?! She has departed from this mortal coil?!...
In that very instant, Rythmeus enfolded Brock in a tight embrace, all the while uttering these consoling words:
Rythmeus: Verily… they have departed, the culprit who orchestrated this tragedy must have possessed powers surpassing my own… a being of superior might, reigning supreme over the denizens of the realms of chaos…
Brock, consumed by grief, unleashed a wailing outcry, unable to fathom the reality before him.
He was overcome by a maelstrom of sorrow, anguish, and torment.
In this trying moment, both I and Rythmeus could offer naught but solace and compassion, for our powers alone proved inadequate to alter the circumstances.
Rythmeus: Brock, henceforth, you shall not return to that abode. You shall dwell with me within this magnificent palace until we can endeavor to discover a remedy for your affliction.
‘Tis the least I can offer in this dire situation.
Brock: Hm… I express my gratitude. Though my mother, the one closest to my heart, has departed, I find solace in your presence and that of Liran.
For this, I am immensely thankful.
A faint smile graced Rythmeus’ countenance upon hearing those words.
Rythmeus: Both Liran and I shall forever stand by your side… Our love for you knows no bounds.
With tenderness, Rythmeus gently caressed Brock’s face.
A COUPLE OF MINUTES ELAPSED
Brock found himself in the sanctuary of his personal chamber, and both I and Rythmeus remained by his side, providing solace and support.
Me: Brock… You must rest now. I shall remain here for a while, and you have Rythmeus himself to aid you.
Brock reclined upon a bed of exquisite softness and comfort, his gaze shifting towards both myself and Rythmeus, as he spoke:
Brock: I extend my deepest gratitude…
Me: There is no need for concern. Should you desire my presence again, I shall gladly return at your behest.
A smile adorned Brock’s visage upon hearing those words.
Brock: Indeed… I comprehend. I offer my heartfelt appreciation for all that you have done for me.
I hold profound appreciation for the both of you.
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