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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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Hi! Love your writing! Can I request a stoic hero x suave flirty villain? Really spicy please? (Like with villain being kinda sub) Ty in advance for even reading this ask

Spicy

I love you.

The hero lost count of how many times this sentence had lingered on their tongue, ready to slip out when they were losing it all together. No matter how maniacal the villain’s flirtatious advances got though, they managed to stay calm, keep their mouth shut and let their enemy do the dirty talk. Fighting a wall was easier than this.

Not putting a label on it seemed reasonable. A month ago, the villain had dragged themselves into the hero’s apartment and after a week of nursing and healing wounds, the tension between them was thick enough to be cut by a knife. It was clear to both of them that they’d either kill each other soon or rack the hero’s bedframe.

One time turned into two, turned into countless times.

Along the way, the hero forgot the touch of other people, forgot every other lover they’d ever had and with that, every other preference that wasn’t the villain’s.

They started living together but it wasn’t official. It didn’t get addressed at all. If the villain started to see someone else, there was absolutely nothing the hero could do about it.

It made them uneasy. Nervous. It was a novel feeling, too. Relationships weren’t this difficult, were they? Overwhelmed and tired, they found something close to an answer when they touched the villain.

They sucked a hickey into the villain’s chest, lost in thought. Denial invaded their mind like a parasite. Love was a lot, wasn’t it? It was too big of a word, too complex to describe what they were having…

“Fucking Christ,” the villain whined. “Greedy today, huh?”

The hero wasn’t religious by any means but what they were doing was blasphemous, right?

For as long as they could remember, the villain was the enemy. They were the reason why they‘d started training to be a hero and now…well, they didn’t know if this was against the law, too. Racing thoughts didn’t stop them from sucking another hickey into the villain’s abdomen, drawing more and more desperate sounds and heavy panting from the villain.

Biting down into the soft skin, they let their fingertips run over the villain’s sensitive inner thighs. They felt them twitch, heard them moan a fucked-up version of the hero’s name. Hell, what that did to them was…

They let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding.

In response, the villain tugged on the hero’s hair, head thrown back as they pushed their hips up and suddenly, the hero didn’t know where to place themselves in this whole picture. Unsure of the role they were playing in the villain’s life, allowing themselves the childish dream of what they could be. God, wretched knife in their chest and all.

If talking could be easy. Fuck, they’d probably be married.

“Easy,” the hero warned. They caught the villain’s hip with one hand and pushed them back into the mattress. A naked hand on naked skin. This was insane.

“You’re so pretty,” the villain’s words garbled but the hero blushed nonetheless. “Fuck, let me—”

In some way, the villain achieved to get on top, drunk on pleasure, nails digging into the hero’s thick shoulders. They leaned forward.

“You look good under me,” they promised sweetly, their voice close to a whisper. They let their teeth sink into the hero’s neck but it didn’t come close to painful.

“Go to hell,” the hero whispered back.

“Dragging you with me. Can’t withstand these muscles.” To demonstrate their statement, they scratched their fingernails across the hero’s abdominals, making them hiss and leaving bright red marks. Four stripes, coding the hero as theirs.

“You little devil.”

“You’re into that…”

“Am not.”

“Oh, please. Don’t get yourself all worked up. I love it when you’re this obedient.” They smiled, showing their perfect set of teeth. Luckily, the hero grabbed their wrists, stopping their scratching crusade and forcing their faces to meet again.

“Come here.” One hand cupped their face instantly as they pulled them in for a kiss.

And they kissed them hard. Hard enough to get back on top, hard enough to forget their thoughts, hard enough to ignore how much they hated themselves and their actions.

If the hero wasn’t bad with words, then this relationship could have a future.

#screaming crying while I write this: CITY OF STARS ARE YOU SHINING JUST #yes I have watched la la land #and a few days ago I watched everything everywhere all at once and I am not fine #NOT FINE #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #suggestive #sub villain #stoic villain #flirty hero #light angst

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traailmix · 2 years

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Chocolate Strawberries~

It was, in fact, their favorite dessert. They couldn't deny it.

So when Villain was met with a cheerful hero offering them one, they were conflicted. What if it was poisoned?

Their nemesis stared at them with honest glee, their feet gently rocking as they sat. When the criminal didn't answer, they rolled their eyes. "Do you want it or not?"

They watched as the melted chocolate dripped onto the ground, slowly.

"You're getting chocolate on my new carpet."

The hero looked beneath them, and sheepishly held the plate under it. "Oops." Villain scoffed.

"You really think you can just waltz into my apartment, offer me food that could very well be poisoned, and get chocolate on MY new carpet?"

"Your fault. You were taking too long to answer."

They deadpanned at Hero's smirk. That damn smirk.

"It's a no."

"Your loss." Hero picked off the stem and plopped it in their mouth, flopping onto the couch next to their considered frenemy.

"I don't like you."

"Awww~!" Hero intertwined their hands, putting on an adoring look, "I don't like you, either!"

Villain couldn't help the blush that followed as they registered the contact, but quickly rolled their eyes and took their hand away, grabbing the remote.

"What we watchin'?" They huddled up close to Villain.

Damn it, Hero.

"..A documentary," They quickly answered as they switched it to some random nature channel.

"Aw, I love animals!" They grabbed the rest of the chocolate strawberries off the coffee table.

The two watched the documentary for a bit, but one of them wasn't really paying as much attention as the other.

"..Hey, maybe I will have one." The villain finally said.

"This is the last one.." Hero muffled out, half a strawberry in their mouth.

Villain stared. Before getting a crazy idea. A preposterous, out of this world one, really.

When the villain didn't say anything, the crime-stopper raised an eyebrow. "Vill-"

They smashed their lips together, smearing chocolate on both of them but managing to snatch the strawberry away with their mouth.

They stared at their now flushed enemy, wiping chocolate off their mouth. "I win."

#hero x villain #flirty hero #flustered villain #stoic villain #cocky hero #hero #villain #hero x villain community #prompt #villain x hero #fluff #hero x villain fluff

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fo-enjoyer · 7 months

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Imagine breaking your stoic f/o making them a flustered mess. They hardly show their emotions if at all, maybe even coming off a bit rude, but they have a secret weakness to you. The little things you do they find interesting come to their mind now, and again giving them a little smile on their face. Small thing make them short circuit before quickly getting back their composure like accidentally touching their hand, leading against them for support or to look at something, hugging them from behind, accidentally getting in their face as they scrunch their mouth to avoid being tempted to kiss you. They curse themselves when you're not around feeling embarrassed of how they're acting about you. Not able to wrap their head around it, but they still couldn't help it as they helplessly fond over you secretly. Hoping maybe one day to say what they truly think to your face.

#stoic f/o #I'm having a moment *been saying that for the past week now*#safe self ship #safe ship #romantic f/o #f/o #fictional other #self shipping community #self shipper #self shipping #self ship #villain f/o #f/o imagine #f/o imagines

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mangodonutss · 4 months

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framed villain

#nimona #nimona movie #nimona film #ballister boldheart #my art #damn this was supposed to be a paint study but i got carried away lmao #it's 3 am i have class tomorrow #i have priorities #tw blood #tw wounds #going for textured art but eventually used lasso instead absolute bonkers #idk why he has all the wounds in his face while having a stoic face #i was trying to use red since i dont use that color a lot in my arts and now he looked beat :((#ig wholesome art of them will be next he needs a break #he isn't a villain at all just look at those huge eyes

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fanfictionroxs · 1 year

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Robotics engineer Shang Qinghua creating Robot Luo Binghe in his lab. He switches him on and tells him to call him Papa Airplane. But then he feels bad because he doesn't consider himself good father material, so he builds Robot parents Su Xiyan and Tianlang-Jun for Binghe. Unfortunately, they malfunction and Su Xiyan 'dies', but he's able to salvage Tianlang-Jun. However, the repairs will take a long time, maybe even years. So he builds another 'mother' robot for Binghe. But she 'dies' as well and so he's back to being 'Papa Airplane'.

"Guess you'll just have to make do with me," Shang Qinghua says and ruffles Binghe's hair who blinks slowly, but with a little happy smile on his face. He loves getting his hair pet.

Tomorrow he'll introduce him to 'Uncle Cucumber'. It'll do the robot some good to meet other humans too. He knows how closed off they can get if they don't go out. Mobei-jun has still not learnt proper interaction and Shang Qinghua blames himself for being too paranoid and possessive with his most favorite creation. He will not be repeating those mistakes with Binghe who has already developed a silent unnerving friendship with Mobei.

Time for robots' day out!

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scrawnytreedemon · 5 months

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Saw another comment somewhere regarding their own teenage disappointment upon finding that the rest of Zant's features didn't live up to his lips, and that gave me the motivation to draw something that's been on my mind for years:

What if they did?

[Further Rambling Beneath Cut]

This is... throwing me for a loop, lmao. Now granted, Hyrule Warriors did wonders in beautifying this (not-so-)little freak, but man. I prefer how he looks already, and if anything play up the non-conventional angle. It's been wild purposefully aiming for a conventionally attractive face again, something I haven't done in years. I usually try to throw in other details to shake it up a bit.

He'd need more of an outfit change(perhaps some free-flowing locks) before he could reach Full Sexy™, so I guess there's that to play with.

God, this is cursed.

#tloz #scrawny draws #twilight princess #zant #scrawny commits crimes #(arguably)#this has been fun but also very cursed 😭#for any of you mortified souls looking for a way to glam him up. here you go i guess.#this may or may not come with him keeping up the cool stoic facade #for Full Sexage™#again personally i prefer zant how he is #wouldn't change anything about him except:#1. better writing (as i long for all tloz villains 🙏)#2. make him BUILT! not in a shredded bodybuilder way i mean like a heavyweight *wrestler*#give him muscles give him fat #i have the tastes of a premodern church painter 😔😩#and perhaps i'll upload those later #we'll see

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veryvaughnny · 1 year

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I wasn't supposed to tell you this but your f/o was telling me about their plans to marry you.

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whumpdaydreamerx · 1 year

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A severely injured Hero running out of options, not knowing where to go and having no one to help them. They’ll die if they don’t get help soon.

As a last resort, they end up on Villain’s doorstep. As the door swings open Villain scoffs, amused as the Hero leans against the frame. Hero is a pale, sweaty mess, dry blood caking their face and neck. Villain stares expectantly.

“I need your help…” they swallow. “Please.” Hero grunts as Villain chuckles.

“Then say it.” They smirk. Hero shuts their eyes, willing themself the courage to speak. With a sigh, they look Villain in the eyes.

“…Dad… I need your help, dad.”

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lesbianwriter · 11 months

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I looooved the villian x civilian fic!!! Can I request an Assassain (or Villian) interrogating civilian who doesn't know anything? I love your writing style btw (:::

The hardest things about interrogations was handling the reactions.

The crying, the begging, the whining.

Assassin hated it all—everything would be so much easier if the victims stopped with the sobbing and just fessed up, and she couldn’t be bothered to wipe their tears.

But her latest target, Civilian, was especially loud. She rivaled a harpy the way she screeched and wailed, the sound grinding on Assassin’s ears like nails on a chalkboard.

“Stop crying. Stop.” Assassin demanded, arms crossed as she glared down at the shivering woman. “Tears aren’t going to fix this, got that? All I need is information about Hero.” Idly, she spun her knife between her fingers as she looked at Civilian.

She was certain she had taken the right person. The name matched, the picture matched…but Assassin was gradually beginning to doubt that this woman knew anything about Hero.

Still, she leaned closer to Civilian, her eyes narrowed to daggers.

There was still a job to do. Assassin still had to go through the motions, no matter the nagging feeling worming in the back of her mind.

“I—I don’t…I don’t know anything!” Civilian stammered. Globs of tears rolled down her flushed cheeks. Her eyes were wide and shaking as she looked up at Assassin. “Please—please—I don’t know anything! This is a mistake!”

“Do you know how many people say that?” Assassin replied in a hushed tone, her voice the raspy, coarse sound of gravel crunching and rocks scraping. “Come on, don’t make me force the words out of you. I assure you—I will.”

She angled the tip of her blade by Civilian’s chin, considering the woman with cold eyes.

Civilian’s cry of terror was shrill as a siren. “I swear to you, I don’t know anything! I…I swear—it’s the truth!”

Assassin inhaled heavily. “Okay, let’s make this simpler. What is Hero’s plan for Supervillain?”

“W—what?”

“Don’t play dumb; I hate that almost as much as I hate crying.” Assassin raised a brow. Her eyes narrowed over her mask, but she still had the feeling that maybe Civilian was clueless.

Maybe she wasn’t pretending…

“…I don’t know anything about that.” Civilian sniffled. Her mouth felt as if it’d been stuffed with cotton, her tongue dry as sandpaper scraping on the roof of her mouth, but she managed to swallow and string together words. “Please, you have to believe me—I’m begging you!”

Assassin rolled her eyes and spun her knife between her fingers, considering Civilian.

People always denied knowing anything at the start, but there was a genuine fear in Civilian’s eyes that made Assassin stop herself from dragging the knife down Civilian’s skin to force out the answers she needed.

That fear could be because she did know something…or it could be because she truly didn’t know anything.

“Fine.” Assassin stepped back, but she kept her eyes on Civilian. “Just…stop. Quit crying. I believe you.”

For now, at least.

She crossed her arms and glared at Civilian. Not only was the sound of crying annoying, but Assassin hated how pathetic people looked when they cried. Puffy eyes, tear-stained cheeks…it all made her feel as if she was kicking a weak kitten.

Sniffling, Civilian did her best to stop crying, taking short gasps for air. “Th—thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” Assassin muttered, sheathing her knife with a huff. “There has to be a reason that you were suspected of knowing something,” she leaned against the table. “So, help both of us out here. Is there anybody you know, anybody at all, who’s disappeared recently?” She gritted her teeth, but tried to speak a touch gentler than before—whatever it took to get this mess dealt with.

She was an assassin. She came, she eliminated, she was done. Interrogations were more intricate and involved more patience that Assassin didn’t have.

“My…my girlfriend…” Civilian stammered. Her eyes blurred with tears, her vision burning.

That checked. Hero had disappeared once Supervillain had tracked her down and nearly defeated her. Now, she was planning an attack, and Civilian clearly wasn’t involved in that type of planning—or anything, apparently.

“She never told you about her job?” Assassin raised a brow, but it was plausible.

Civilian trembled and shook her head. “Nothing. I thought she worked at an insurance company!”

“…okay.” Assassin exhaled, rubbing her temples. “Fine, I believe you. I’ll talk to my boss about this…misunderstanding, but I can’t promise anything.”

Attempting to clear up the misconception was about the best that Assassin could offer.

She just hoped that Civilian calmed down by the time that she got back.

#assassin character #civilian x villain #villain x civilian #interrogation whump #writing snippet #heroes and villains #my writing #sapphic #stoic whumper

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thepenultimateword · 1 year

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Short Prompt #103

Villain perched on the arm of Supervillain’s throne, tracing the scars lining their face as the overlord stared stoically ahead at the room.

“You’re so freaking good-looking.”

Supervillain’s stony face suddenly flushed. “Stop, not when they’re about to let in the petitioners.”

#villain x supervillain #villain x villain #ruler x righthand #villain x righthand #stoic x gremlin #creative writing #heroes and villains #heroes and villains community #villain #prompt #short prompt #writing prompt

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deathnguts · 1 year

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Biblically accurate Kurogiri interaction

#kurogiri #league of villains #incorrect quotes #mr compress #black magic #kuropress #he’s not stoic he’s just autistic

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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Greetings, Villainous Kitty

I've come with an absurd writing request.

How about a hero (who used to be very idealistic) who violently murders the people who supposedly killed their lover, the villain (you said you didn't get enough characters going feral and murdering ppl n stuff so here we are)

Except the catch is, the hero discovers the villain is alive. You choose how they react.

No pressure at all and definitely no rush. I hope this wasn't too unoriginal, and it's completely fine if you don't want to write it. . .

Also you're very very talented and your writing slayssss 💙💙

In all honesty, the hero didn’t know they were this good with swords.

Usually, they didn’t use equipment for close combat and especially not those which were made to cut and tear. Protection was supposed to be their top priority. A commandment they obeyed like none other. After all, training had designed them this way: to protect.

“If you do this,” the superhero said, “you’ll never forgive yourself.”

Their heavy breathing broke their voice in many places. As well as the blood in their throat and the pain brewing in their shattered leg. But the hero had little sympathy, had little compassion to spare. Within hours, their entire world had been destroyed. Now they knew that they could destroy entire worlds within merely seconds.

“That’s what you want? Play god? Kill whatever you want?” The hero hadn’t realised, had never really recognised it but tears were running down their face, together with all their emotions.

“Jealous?” the hero asked. They weren’t ashamed of the tears, weren’t ashamed of the suffering and the sins they were committing. They had nothing to lose and they only killed those who deserved it. They felt like this was the first time in years in which they brought justice to the city.

“I remember when you were a child,” the superhero said. They smiled softly as they held a nasty wound on their side. “So scared but so bright. You always asked if you could give the rest of your food to the guard dogs.”

Yes, they supposed that had happened.

“I never had a kid. To have you was enough.” Ashamed, the hero realised that they’d let their guard down. So, they pressed their blade into one of the superhero’s wounds and watched as their superior twisted in pain, screaming when the hero turned the sword a bit.

“And look at us now,” the hero said. “Look at what you did.”

And the superhero did. They looked at the building the hero had wrecked, the wires hanging from the ceiling and the destroyed furniture. At the dead guards and the glass. A calamity.

“You killed them. You killed the villain,” the hero said as they pulled the sword out of the superhero’s body. “You slaughtered them like an animal.”

“It had to be done—” the superhero wheezed in response. They took in greedy gasps of air but it wasn’t enough. Blood was in their lungs and they would die soon.

“I loved them.”

“And I loved you. I loved you like my own child.” The superhero stretched out their arm, probably so they could touch them. But the hero just looked at them, two lines of tears drawing into the dirt on their cheeks. “I couldn’t let them destroy you.”

For a long time, the hero watched them. How they fought for air and how they tried so desperately to survive their injury. But then, they made up their mind.

“Forgive me, then,” the hero said.

“I always will,” echoed the answer and that was all the hero needed. With a horrible crunch were they able to put the blade through their mentor’s chest as tears dropped down onto their hands. There were little noises of protest but soon enough, they died when the blood came.

They sat there for minutes, watching the lifeless body of the superhero being completely motionless, unresponsive. And the hero cried, couldn’t do anything but cry into their own hands.

They were a failure. Doomed to shatter. They couldn’t believe how many people they had killed and how many of those were close to them. What had they become? What was wrong with them?

After half an hour, they could barely move. Their whole body was shaking and they were too tired to use their muscles. They just sat there, watching the cold body.

But, then.

“My love.” The hero turned around, thinking this was a cruel trick. “Do you want me to take you home?”

They weren’t quite sure if the hand on their shoulder was real. They didn’t know if they only imagined their lover.

#what I’ve written makes no sense sorry been thinking about link #link link link thinking about link #like link just killing to get to Zelda??#I know link is supposed to be stoic that’s why is quiet in botw because he has his duties and he has to be an example #but stoic link losing his composure completely?? like in the totk trailer he drops the mastersword to get to Zelda like my dude #MY DUDE WHY ARE YOU SO AMAZING #how is his only happy expression in botw when he cooks LIKE LMFAO WHAT #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #request #an answer for an ask #whump

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traailmix · 1 year

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Prompt

"Hoo! Hah! Vwshhh!!"

Villain watched the confident Hero strike pose after pose after the mother of the kids they successfully saved from a high place was out of sight, clearly proud of themself.

They rolled their eyes, taking a sip out of their drink.

However, deep down in their heart,

They knew they were in love with this idiot.

#hero x villain #prompt #villain x hero #hero #hero x villain community #villain #cocky hero #confident hero #stoic villain #?#weeee #i love goofy heroes #goofy heroes my beloved

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softinjections · 2 months

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S/I: Mew! :3

F/O: ...

F/O: I told you we needed more glitter.

#*croaks*#proship selfship #proselfship #stoic f/o #villain f/o #proship safe #antis dni #safeship dni

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sadcatjae · 1 year

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The Demon & The Priest - Part 3 - Rest

Other parts can be found in the masterlist

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AHHHHH I'm sorry it took so long!! But here's part 3 ;A;

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CW: Explicit language, explicit self-harm, mentions of suicide/suicidal ideation, mentions of torture, mentions of non-con.

When he comes to, he finds himself restrained in a pair of strong arms. His muscles twitch and ache, and there’s a dampness on his cheeks that he doesn’t quite understand. A pathetic noise, something like a whimper, fills his ears, and it takes him a moment to realise that he’s the one making it.

The next thing he’s aware of is another voice, this one comforting and soft, murmuring meaningless words into his ear. “--you are safe. Hush now, Lial. It is over with. Calm yourself. You are safe.”

The demon shudders as the last of his fit leaves him, and his abused muscles finally relax. He goes limp in Julian’s arms, eyes fluttering close in sheer exhaustion.

A warm palm rests upon his forehead, and the heat sinks deep into his flesh.

“...I assume it didn’t work,” Lial croaks, twitching with the aftershocks.

“You assume correctly.”

The warmth disappears and he opens his eyes in quiet dismay. Above, Julian gazes down at him through hooded eyes, expression stony.

“That was beyond foolish, demon.”

“I’m an opportunist,” Lial says wryly, though his quip strikes like a brittle leaf.

With great effort, the exhausted demon drags himself upright. The priest slides out from behind, allowing him to rest against the bed.

“What now, priest? Your magic evidently has no effect and truly, that was my last gasp. If your light should fail me, then I–” Lial swallows the rest of his words, dread blooming in his gut like poison. His weary eyes flutter shut once more as he rides the cresting waves of pain - both corporeal and soul-deep.

“You will cease your pathetic self-pity,” Julian snaps, straightening up and patting dust from his pristine robes. He shoots the demon a razor-sharp glare, as though the latter had uttered the worst of blasphemies. “We have yet to exhaust all possibilities. This is but a minor failure - and I assure you, there will be many considering the nature of your affliction. You have come to me for salvation and I shall seek a method to do so. Grieve not what has yet to pass, for the fight is yet to begin.”

But Lial is exhausted. He’s exhausted and despairing and in the kind of pain that pretty words can’t soothe. For this infernal is facing the prospect of his mortality - something that had always been a shallow threat or an idle romantic thought. Ashaxi has not shied from promising his favourite plaything a true death, one of the body and soul. The kind that can keep an infernal in the ground. And Lial had thought of accepting such an offer more than once - while in the deepest throes of torture that seemed to have no end.

This time, however, his death looms. It’s not a mere threat or a thought, but an inevitability that shrouds his periphery like an oncoming storm. And as his mind goes, from sleep, from fear, and as the curse breaks down his flesh, death draws ever closer.

How long does he have? A week? A month?

This is Ashaxi’s favourite kind of torment. Slow and unknowable.

Lial clasps his hands together. His claws dig into his knuckles and thin rivulets of black stain his forearms. “Ten months, eleven months, almost a year,” he says in a monotone. “An entire year since I've been allowed to rest.” He glances at the impassive priest. There’s vulnerability in that raw look, like he’s been stripped down to the nerve. “You say that the fight is yet to begin, but my fight is near its end.”

“You cannot know the end. Not unless you seek it.” Julian huffs sharply through his nose, producing a handkerchief and flapping at those digging claws. “You have allowed me only one night of effort before accepting defeat. If you are to die, then die fighting. Claw not at yourself, but at the one who would inflict this suffering upon you.” He growls the last, an unfathomable anger building within like trapped lava. The damned infernal. Darkness take Ashaxi and his unholy ilk!

Julian grabs Lial’s arm and yanks him onto the bed. Face to face they are once again, and he takes those ink-streaked arms into his hands - not to embark on yet another foolish quest, but to clean the demon’s limbs of his blood.

With uncharacteristic softness, he wipes at Lial’s skin and his wounds, and the white handkerchief becomes soaked in black. There’s a delicate care in the priest’s ministrations, a kind of care that is so foreign to Lial. Every gentle touch has him internally quaking, and instinct tells him to pull away, stop this strange sensation - but Lial has no strength. So he sits quietly. Obediently. And watches in silence.

At one point, the demon whispers, “I’m tired.”

And the priest growls, “I know.”

“I’m going to die,” Lial exhales.

“You will not.”

“How can you be so certain?”

“I will not allow it.”

“Stubborn bastard.”

“Which is the kind of bastard you need.”

To which, Lial has no response.

Julian dabs the last of the blood from the already closed wounds on Lial’s knuckles. It’s fascinating - and enviable - at how quickly infernal heal. Then again, they feel pain the same as humans, and their physical invulnerability leads to careless disregard for their mental and emotional vulnerabilities. Mad and broken infernals are the leading cause of their dissent and antagonism as a race. Because of this, even one as obstinate as Julian is able to find a sliver of sympathy for the little devils.

“Refrain from mutilating yourself further, demon. I have but one other handkerchief I can soil.”

Lial sways, eyes grown heavy. “I have to stay awake,” he mutters. “I don’t want to…hurt anymore.” He slips his claws over his arms again to pierce – but Julian grabs his hands to keep them confined.

“I shall keep you awake,” the priest says, grimly. “Lower your claws. Save them for Ashaxi.”

The demon smiles weakly and a fang peeks out the corner of his mouth. “What chance do I have against a power to rival an Elder of the Light?” Lial says, echoing the priest’s words.

“A very good chance, if said Elder of the Light stands with you.”

Lial knows that what the priest said was significant, but he’s too hazy to fully grasp Julian’s meaning. His eyes slide close. The brume of sleep pads his mind; scours the edges of reality down to a blunt. He feels himself go slack and fall sideways–

And a hard shake jolts him awake.

“Keep your eyes open, Lial,” Julian says, sharply. “It is terrible etiquette to fall asleep during a conversation.”

“You and your fucking etiquette,” Lial grouses, but he opens his eyes all the same.

Julian’s tense expression relaxes a tad. He keeps a firm grip on the demon’s arms, keeping him upright. “Tell me more about your Lord. What transpired between you?”

“I told you–”

“Yes, and I am not a fool. Your coveting Ashaxi’s throne is a clear fabrication and I do not tolerate dishonesty well.”

The demon exhales tremulously. His hand wanders to his lower belly, where ghostly sensations tug at him from deep within. Cold sweat beads his wrinkled brow.

“Lial?” A warm palm cups his cheek. “Lial, you mustn’t sleep.”

“No, I’m not. I–” The demon absently leans into the heat, a glimmer of red peeking through the thick fans of white lashes. “Ashaxi favoured me. Truly.”

Julian’s intense gaze pours over the demon’s drawn features. He presses his lips into a tight line and sweeps his thumb across Lial’s cheek. Cold. Much too cold. “Am I correct in assuming that his favour is an undesirable notion?”

“I wet his appetite in a way none else could.” Clawed fingers trail across his belly. There’s his voice murmuring in his ear, darkly lascivious and vile.

A light tremble seizes the demon’s body, and with it a growing chill. It’s as if Ashaxi is here now: frigid breath puffed against his nape; elongated claws carving signs across his spine; his towering, muscular form crushing against his own, so much so that he can only release airless screams; and his voice, his voice–

Julian promptly rises from the chair and sits behind the shivering demon, pulling him into his arms. His outer robe is shed to place over Lial, trapping what little heat he’s able to generate. “Your temperature is dropping - rapidly,” Julian informs him, curtly. “Has this happened before?”

Weakened greatly - and too cold to object - Lial allows the priest this intimacy. The chill had been there for a while - ever since his arrival - but now it’s taken shape, a brittle case of ice that refuses to melt. Even if he leans into Julian’s heat, he only feels a moment of relief before the chill sharpens.

“Not like this,” he says, breath hitching. “This is…this is different.”

“Perhaps your body is repelling the light. It was a very invasive procedure. Or it could be…” Julian trails off and wraps his hands around the demon’s. Lial feels like ice - colder than ice, in fact. If he were human, he would be near death.

“...Or it could be the curse,” Lial mutters. "The next stage."

“Indeed.”

“M-Maybe it’ll let me sleep.”

“Do you wish to try?”

“I think it’s inevitable, d-despite my wishes.” Lial’s fangs clack together as they chatter.

Julian tightens his embrace, securing the demon within. Despite the heat inside their cocoon rising, it does nothing to affect Lial’s plummeting temperature.

Infernal are born from the cold fires of the underworld, so they are by nature cold creatures. However, they still have a limit that when breached can cause severe harm. Harm that they are able to heal, yes, but a needless suffering nonetheless.

Lial’s eyes slide close and small noises of suffering fall free from his pale lips. The sheen of sweat upon his skin crystallises and glints like scattered diamantes. Julian knows - with a sinking heart - that Lial might be right after all. That he is not long for this world.

“Rest, then,” Julian says quietly, hugging the long-suffering figure close to his chest. He holds Lial like he does the dying - an intimate embrace to ease fear and suffering; and the last human touch before they return to the light. “Rest easy, my friend. I shall watch over you.”

Lial must have trust in his words, for he goes limp in the priest's embrace. And though shivers continue to wrack his body, he is thankfully unaware of this discomfort. Sleep, finally, steals the demon’s senses, and for the first time in a year, Lial rests.

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Part 4

Masterlist

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