His Will was a prophet, unjustly martyred by the blind creatures surrounding him. He was a god, only worthy of being worshiped by one that could fully grasp the greatness within him and Hannibal was more than willing to devote himself to the pursuit, having begun preparing for it the moment he had first seen Will. Now, with the man in his arms completely conflicted and yet still maintaining that unbridled trust in him, Hannibal stroked the curls of his empath to comfort the self-tortured and still ingenious mind beneath his fingertips. When Will made no move to pull back Hannibal rose his Wills chin to look into shaky green orbs, leaning in and rubbing their cheeks together when the other male flinched at his movement, and smirking only once out of the empath's eye-line. Hannibal reached an arm around Will when his empath leaned in closer, before leading them forward.

"You seem to be intoxicated once again Will." Hannibal murmured humourously, practically holding the empath up.

"Your fault..." Will grumbled back, Hannibal nodding at that.

"I suppose it is."

"Your not gonna drive me back again are you?" Will asked, attempting to check the watch milometers away from his face, unsuccessful due to his drunken state.

"No," Hannibal laughed lightly, "you may make use of my home tonight Will, as is only fair."

"Hmmm, 'k." Will responded, not really feeling up to the task of getting himself back to his house.

Will followed Hannibal around as the doctor blew out the mass of candles, unconcerned of the arm wrapped intimately around his torso as they moved around the room and then up the stairs. Hannibal brought Will to a guest bedroom, leaning in once again to lightly butt heads with his empath and holding there until Will looked up at him for a moment.

"There are towels in the bathroom and extra clothes in the drawers, please feel free to make use of them. Good-night Will." Was all he said before pulling back and turning to head to his own room, shutting the door without looking back.

Will stood in the hallway for several moments, drunkenly gazing at where the doctor had been standing only seconds ago. He shook out his curls sloppily and ran a hand through them as he moved into the room and straight to the shower to clear his thoughts, not even turning on the bedroom light. He enjoyed the pressure of Hannibal's shower-head, far better than his own, and stayed under the near-harsh spray for a half hour before coming out and wrapping the towel left for him around his waist. Will entered the room and, while slightly used to it by now, felt completely out of place. The pearl coloured carpet was thick and warm beneath his bare feet, matching the cozy feel of the dark red wallpaper.

The room held a mirrored, low dresser that stretched against the wall next to the door, facing the foot of the bed. The thick blue duvet covered the bed, two pillows in pale blue cases against the headboard made of a dark cherry wood and Will struggled not to just curl up on the floor and fall asleep there. Instead Will moved to the window, next to the beds headboard and opened it, breathing in the night air. He looked around, seeing an antique looking chair on the other side of the bed, and next to that a night table with a reading lamp on it. Will crawled over the bed to flick on the light, not liking the idea of anything too bright at the moment, before heading to the dresser. He considered not touching the thing and simply sleeping in his own clothes, but with Hannibal securely out of the room, Will was feeling bold and like doing a little snooping. The empath pulled open the top drawer lightly, as though the doctor was listening in on him, before looking through what was left for Hannibal's guests.

'Wonder when he would ever have people stay over anyways?' Will thought to himself and figured Hannibal would probably never directly tell him anyway and letting it go.

Will took note of how the pajama pants were folded as he unraveled the pair. He found a black tag and when he looked at the tag it read simply, 100% cashmere. Will rolled his eyes at that, as it was very like Hannibal to have clothing he would never fit into, the pair looking to be far closer, a perfect fit in fact, to Wills own, lying in a drawer in a guest bedroom. Will laughed conspiratorially in the dark, looking at the wall in the direction of Hannibal's room with fondness as he rolled up the pants and put them away, checking the other drawers to be certain and finding, with another laugh, that all the clothing looked to be Will's size, far too small for the doctor who bought the fancy, useless articles of cloth.

Will opted to sleep in his own boxers and huffed as he noticed that it was the first time in a long time he had not slept fully clothed as he normally found himself walking through the night and having clothing on made the treks back easier. He also noticed he was feeling far safer in Hannibal's home, like the doctors presence alone would alleviate his wanderings and made a note to be less dependent. Will piled the clothes he was wearing as well as the wet towel on the thomas sheraton chair next to the bed and flicking off the lamp before crawling in under the duvet cover and sheet, the warmth of the soft covers immediately sinking into his very bones.

Hannibal, in the master bedroom, had taken a quick shower of his own, smirking as he listened to his Will soak for the thirty minutes he spent getting dressed in his own set of pajamas and settling in his thick, black leather oculus chair. He opened the book he was currently reading and turned on the lamp on the small table next to him to continue, listening carefully to any sound coming from the wall right next to him that connected through the guest bathroom to where Will was currently shuffling around. Hannibal heard the near silent pull of the curious empath opening the drawer and no doubt noticing the clothing fitted precisely to Will's size that the doctor had bought for him.

As the drawer closed and Will curled into the bed the room went completely silent, and Hannibal continued to sit and read. He did so for another hour and a half before finally closing the book, turning off the lamp and standing up to silently move out into the hallway. Hannibal walked to Will's door, listening keenly for the deep breathing and, when it was heard he stepped into the room, leaving the door open behind him. The doctor moved swiftly to cease the movement of Will waking and gently pushed the male back down, shutting the window before taking a seat on the duvet. Hannibal gently ran his hand through Will's curls, satisfied at the amount of life they had gained from having a real shower, and leaned in the breathe in the scent of the ten voss shampoo and conditioner retailed together at 600 dollars for a single set, no doubt poured on by Will with no thought on the matter. Hannibal on the other hand had thought out and prepared the room for Will, one near him yet distant enough for the man to feel safe, to perfection. The bathroom was stocked with thick, soft towels, the bed was covered in a simplistic style for Will's sake but remained much more to Hannibal's standards, and the dresser was fully stocked with clothing that his empath would not feel uncomfortable in.

Hannibal continued to breathe deeply before pulling back and simply running his hands through that hair as he just remained close to his Will. After some time he moved to the sheraton chair next to the bed and relaxed into it, his arms upon on the arm rests and looking and feeling for all the world like the Pharaohs of old. When Will made another move to sit up Hannibal considered pushing him back, but after some thought recalled it had been some time since he had been able to simply walk around behind his Will as the man wandered in his nightmares and instead got out of the empath's way. Will stood and shuffled towards the open door, Hannibal remaining seated for a few seconds after he could no longer see the empath, gathering Will's clothing and quietly following behind. He walked four steps behind Will at all times, stopping when the empath stopped and patiently waiting for him to move down the stairs. As he attempted to head towards the front door from his limited memory and knowledge of the doctors home, Hannibal turned Will towards the kitchen and nudged the man forward as he moved to put Will's clothing into the washing room, closing the door without turning on the machine.

Hannibal found Will bumping into his island counter, placing his hands on Will's shoulders and guiding the male forward to the door leading down into the basement. For all measures the base floor was like any other when lightened, but Hannibal led Will forward in the pitch black by his wrist and past the partition leading to the doctor's work-space, a large freezer buzzing away. Hannibal abandoned him for a moment in the dark to pull out a large brown paper package from the freezer before placing it on a the table before Will.

Hannibal pulled on his body suit, reaching to his side to wheel the tray of tools close to him before handing over the sharp blade to Will, lifting the males wrist to pass it over and smirking as Will grasped it's handle immediately in a firm grip that detailed his lack of prowess in the act. The doctor then unwrapped the package to reveal a dark, now blue torso, all other appendages cut off. Hannibal moved to stand behind Will and touched his wrist, the empath reacting immediately and swinging the blade down to bury the scalpel deeply in the dead flesh in an act that definitely damaged usable flesh, something the doctor would normally not approve of.

Hannibal, however, was too busy gazing at Will's snarling face with a fondness he felt for no other creature to care at the moment, savouring the moment as the empath jerked the scalpel downward in a harsh move to open up the field, blood smearing over his bare arm, and from there the doctor took over. Will stood off to the side in a daze as Hannibal removed organ after organ finding the heart to be severely damaged from Will's unskilled cuts. Hannibal would normally throw it out, though he himself had not made such mistakes since he was a child, but felt the soft flesh was highly symbolic and not unlike his Will, broken but fixable and yet still irrevocably changed. Hannibal passed Will a diseased and unusable pancreas, the empath squishing and pulling away at it like a toy as the doctor worked away to package back up the torso of the barista for further plundering and each of the organs before wiping Will's chest, arms, and hands free of the fluid and blood until not a single drop was left.

He packed away each item into the fridge save the liver which he brought upstairs with them, Will walking back through the dark basement easily and, at Hannibal's direction, back up the stairs. Hannibal put the liver into the kitchen fridge and followed Will back up, guiding the male into the guest room and into the bed, back to where they started. Hannibal tucked his Will into the covers before running a hand through the empath's curls and leaning in to breathe in deeply the scent of soap mixed with a hint of blood, smirking at the calm, sleeping male and heading back to his own room for the rest of the evening, a total of three hours of sleep left to him.

Will wished he was running at break neck speeds through forest or field, branches in his face and wind whipping around him as he moved as fast as his wheezing lungs and shaking legs could carry him and the only thing that kept him moving being the adrenaline flowing through his viens at rates not near high enough for Will's liking. Instead, Will found himself waking up in the very same position he had been in just before he woke hours ago, standing in at the edge of the dark caverns exit, but with the subtraction of Hobb's. This would have brought some relief to Will, if the feel of long claws were not still upon his shoulders and if he could not hear the panting beast standing behind him.

Will nearly felt like screaming for help but was also fearful of what his mind would send to answer the call so instead the empath jerked in the beasts gentle vice grip that did not give a milometer to Will's struggles, nor did it pull him deeper into the depths behind him. Will shuddered, dropping his head in a limp resistance but the creature was unaffected and, as he finally relaxed, the hands were gone. Will scrambled forwards, opening his eyes and coming face to face with the Stag, standing guard at the exit and lowering his antlers in a threat for Will not to move any closer which the male heeded, unwilling to attempt to dodge the rack of spears coming far too close to his flesh. The Stag stepped forward enough so that it was in the total darkness, making certain it had covered the exit enough that the empath could not get past it before the threatening aura was gone and Will felt free to walk up to the beast.

Will was caught between the spines in front and the darkness behind him, and it had been the first time he had actually felt scared of the beast. Despite its action towards others it had never threatened violence towards him until this moment and Will could not bring himself to even try and get around the wall of spears pointed at him. On the other hand he was faced with a darkness he never wanted to know about in any more detail than he already did. The beast was lying down the next time Will looked, staring at him from its position on the ground and nodding slowly in a motion for him to follow suit, giving a small huff as it did so. Will was shaking like a leaf as he moved his stiff limbs into a semblance of seating cross-legged. The beast stared at Will with no emotion what so ever in its beastial face, but the eyes spoke volumes and said very simply it was angry with him. The empath wondered if all the beasts meals were made to walk to their own death willingly or if, perhaps, it was playing a special mind game with Will himself.

'Lucky me' Will thought to himself before shaking out his fear and, aided in part by the beasts own anger flowing through him, was able to build up a glare of his own.

The beast did not like that, raising a hoof and stomping down as hard as its position would allow in response. Will did not waiver though and finally figured it was worth a shot.

"What the fuck do you want?"

The beast snorted and almost rolled its eyes at that, as though the answer would be obvious.

"Well it's not." Will continued to the inaudible response.

The beast stared right at him, and Will could see things, memories swirling in its eyes but he couldn't see what they were, which was a frustrating thing to someone who more often than not saw too much. This creature was shrouded to him, however, and Will realized he wasn't looking at the full picture, like this was only part of it's true self being revealed to him, like there was a piece missing. The empath stared closer, leaning in subconsciously and the beast did not flinch or blink as it lowered its head to meet Will's, cradling the man once again in it's rack of spears.

"I don't understand." Will whispered in his daze.

The Stag pulled back to nibble at Will's cheek in a gesture of complacency, as though saying 'you will.'

He considered yanking away from the creature but suspected he was being nudged down deeper and so Will remained where he was, though he was just now realizing how close the thing had gotten to him. The empath blinked several times to bring him back to his created reality and narrowed his eyes at the beast, pushing it back in a show of anger and standing over the murderous Stag.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Will asked and the Stag tilted it's head, before staring behind the empath and sending a shiver up his spine.

Will looked over his shoulder, expecting an unimaginable terror, but when he saw nothing but darkness he turned back to where the Stag had been seated, now the tar black humanoid in its place. It was seated cross-legged before him, black antlers still imposing on the creatures head, no matter it's form. The claws hung limp over its knees, but with the pitch black of it's body easily mixing into the black of the cavern, Will was only able to see the beast by its movements in the darkness. By now even beyond the cave was dark and Will felt abandoned by the sun itself, leaving him alone with this thing. The claws waved in a motion for Will to sit and, though he felt terrified to refuse it, he remained standing, arms crossed over a shaking body. The thing appeared to huff or gurgle in annoyance before it leaped passed Will, scaring the man back into a seated position as it flew past and, just as Will turned to look out the caverns exit the beast was right behind him. Will made a move forward but the claws suddenly back on his shoulder ceased any further motions as the beast passed him and retook it's seat, guarding the exit. Now, however, the thing held a stone in its claw, glowing brightly in the caverns darkness and held it out in an offering to Will.

The humanoid's eyes were pitch black like the surrounding flesh, but it was a, somehow deeper and darker black that seeped into it's very soul. The attacker, whereas the Stag was the one that manipulated and planned. Will stared deeply into the motionless beasts eyes, seeing a horrific and unruly creature leaving nothing but carnage in its wake. In that darkness, however, Will could see how very alone that thing was and, despite his own fear, felt sorry for the dark creature that probably had never associated its own isolation with anything but pride. As though others were unworthy of such perception, and were therefore no better than pigs to be slaughtered and feasted upon.

Will was certain he had gone completely insane when he found himself perfectly at ease with such a notion. The idea of the thing before him being upset with him, on the other hand, made the empath more frightened of it than of his own minds lunatic machinations. Will reached over to take the offered stone, holding it up to the rock for a moment before immediatly moving it when he saw the blood and flesh hanging from the walls in long strips. Instead Will placed it on the ground and was grateful despite himself for the creatures thought of him, scratching at his curls before mumbling a quick,

"Thank you."

The beast chortled, claws curling into the ground as it held itself back from leaping directly on Will, and he deemed it to be pleased with that, a moment later panicking at the comfort that simple action brought him.

"Please, can't you just leave me alone."

The things happy demeanour soured slightly, but it was not angry with him, more annoyed. Still, it made a sympathetic purr in an attempt to ease his stress, even shuffling back slightly to give Will more space before chuffing slightly, edging him to speak to it more despite the lack of ability to answer beyond grumbles and chuffs. Will nearly rolled his eyes at the slight space given, an empty gesture really, but instead moved closer to keep the beasts eyes in full sight, while remaining a few feet away. The beast purred at that as well, happy with Will's movement and the empath slotted away the things total focus on action as opposed to the obvious motion of Will attempting to escape for later use. Will smiled lightly in an attempt to lure the thing into a false sense of security, but it saw through the fake uplift in the empath and tilted its head, careful of its antlers and grumbling lowly in question, so Will dropped the act with a sigh. He felt nearly violated at the way the beast knew him, but chalked it up to the fact that he was still within his own head.

"I'm not going in there." Was all he said, not even looking behind him.

The creature said nothing, and when Will looked at it, it just smiled at him with sharp and bloody teeth, and the empath could see the lack of concern on what it saw as the inevitable. With narrowed eyes Will clenched his fists, the feeling of inability weighing on him.

"If your not going to force me I won't go." He said simply.

The thing huffed gently, a placating gesture that Will easily recognized, internally snarling at the beasts easy dismissal of him.

"What is this?" Will asked of the glowing stone, prodding at it with a finger and rolling it around to distract himself before he attacked a beast that could easily kill him, even if it was just in his sleep.

The happiness was returned as the creature leaned forward slightly, growing when the empath strategically allowed it closer. One clawed hand removed itself from the earth, a single finger slicing through the dirt and carving out a phrase, 'A. Ye Ming Zhu'. Will narrowed his eyes at the words, looking to the beast with confusion and then anger as it just stared back at him with that same placating, complacent gaze. As the pair stared off at each other, the creature purring happily at having the empath's attention which just pissed him off further, a light began to shine behind the beasts head, showering it's antlers in brightness and revealing blood stained so far into the very bone it had Will looking away. The light became even brighter and so Will covered his eyes at the brightness, the beast whining right next to his ear, calling for him to remain but it's voice was already echoing farther and farther away with every second.