By the time boot camp came Vistra has been quiet for a while. Almost like she was absent from everything going on. It all just rushed at her at once. She was the Child of The Devil. The demons that had been chasing her for a year were indeed real, and very very dangerous. Her father would even be able to vist her soon. She had no doubt he'd attempt to move closer to her, maybe get a job here.
Vistra wondered if the WDL had a church anywhere inside it.
Then she wondered how awkward it would be to step into a church for the first time after learning her parentage. Whilst she knew she was still loved by God, since loving was kinda his whole point, would it change anything? She sincerely hoped not.
By the time Vistra snapped back into reality Caius has joined them. He was a few minutes late but Vistra didn't blame him. Things had been happening so fast here.
Boot camp, she decided, would be fun. She'd enjoy it, look forward to it, and learn all she could. Maybe she'd even grow closer to these people. They were half siblings after all. It wouldn't be so bad. Jojo seemed nice and he obviously cared about his friends. Ashley reminded her of every cool older sister from old sitcoms. Vesper was quiet, but sometimes Vistra liked the quiet. Rick could probably teach her a lot. Helena hadn't shown much of her personality yet but she handled all this well. Caius.....
Caius was trying. She thinks if he let's her get close they could have a good relationships and balance eachother out.
Her thoughts to her new siblings were cut of by a commotion ahead. A man, a boy really, stumbled by their group. With the way he was moving Vistra assumed best case this was a bad hangover and worst case this kid had a concussion. Never one to let a stranger stay in pain Vistra moved to the front of the group, arm outstretched towards the boy.
'Hey, are you oka-' A sickening splat and the crunch of bones stopped Vistra dead in her tracks. She was covered in something sticky and warm. Very slowly she looked down to see a red stain dripping from her clothes. At first she wondered if it was hers. It made the most sence to her. Vistra bled. That was her whole thing. There was no way this kid just.... exploded in front of her. People didn't just blow up.
No. She'd look up, see the boy perfectly intact and then she'd apologize for bleeding everywhere.
She raised her head ever so slightly. He'd be fine. He'd be fine. He'd be-
Red.
There was so much red.
It coated everything around the mound that had been the boy. The metallic smell was so strong that even Vistra felt the need to cough. Red had always been Vistra's favorite color but now she was thinking of changing it. Maybe a nice calming blue.
Caius it seemed was deeply effected by it all. It made Vistra's stomach drop to see someone that strong brake down. With the way he was muttering to himself she assumed it wasn't just a fear of blood.
Caught so off guard Vistra couldn't do much but stare slackjawed at the bloody pulp. Thankfully none had gotten into her mouth.
Illusion stepped forward, looking much more somber than Vistra thought possible for her. Every word had Vistra attention. She nodded along mutely, until Illusion dropped a bomb she didn't care to hear.
'Imagine someone you love and cherish being hurt by that demon. Is that what you want?'
Before she could stop it the mental image of her father acting like that poor boy, stumbling, hurting, and then popping like a balloon was too much. Her stomach lurched and she turned on her heels. The delicious meal she had early couldn't stay after imagining that. She spent a good few seconds vomiting and missed all the rest of Illusions speech.
Shuddering she finally straightend up to see Illusion run off. Jojo soon followed suite. There was silence for a moment, broken by Vesper herself. The girl sounded remarkable calm and moved to comfort Caius. Normally Vistra would join her but at the moment she wasn't sure she could take a step. She was thankful Vesper acted as she did.
At last she turned to Rick. He had to know what to do now. 'Rick...uh...' She was at a loss. What could she say to make it better? 'I'm....sorry. About vomiting.'