#Baphomet'sKnightAU

[esculentevil]

Septic AU: (AntiHero) Baphomet’s Knight

((I’ve been itching to do a(n AntiHero) Knight!Jackie AU and, while talking to GhostieToms, I realized Baphomet!Anti would be the best Anti to pair him with [it was just daemonlord!anti, originally, which felt much too vague for this; plus, Bantiphomet needed more than hero!Jackie]. So, please enjoy this AU with a pinch of salt cuz it doesn't line up perfectly with SepticBloodGoat and remember you can almost always read my fics over on AO3 =) Read this one over there!))

Marvin’s a light mage who uses his magic to banish Anti from a subjugated land.

The humans living there decide to name him their new king in thanks.

He rules kindly—if a bit ineffectively (he never actually wanted to be their king; he just wanted to free the poor people from the Black Goat trying to kill them off)—and helps where he can: healing the weak or injured; teaching the apothecary; training the preacher; and entertaining the children so they all have hope.

Still: he has no idea what he’s doing.

(And Anti won’t stay gone for long.)

~

His solution is to build himself/the people an army.

He does this with magic, of course, and starts at the top with the commander: Jackie; an immortal knight endowed with the fringes of his own white powers, lightening and fire, so that they may fuel each other in (and out of) any battle; filled with all the knowledge (i.e.: books) he has on war, leadership, and rule.

He is a fearsome warrior, dedicated protector, and supportive friend.

He is loved by all... but Anti.

(For now.)

~

Jackie trains his whole life to protect the city.

Arguably, this isn’t very long, as he’s born into adulthood, but he doesn’t care.

He and his army fight gloriously and defend his creator’s land without fail; and, each time, he gets closer and closer to finally defeating their former oppressor.

Once and for ALL.

~

Until that moment is finally upon him.

Until he’s standing before the fallen angel of duality with a sword in his hand, heavy with the weight of duty and demand and defense and DEATH.

Until he’s faced with the reality of what he must actually DO.

Until he’s face-to-face with Anti’s hollow, sad, lonely eyes...

(Until he just can’t do it.)

~

“... Why were you killing us?”

Jackie kneels before the defeated creature, ignoring the outraged gasps and enraged cries of both his squires and Marvin, himself, to speak quietly with It. But the winged goat only stares emptily up at him. (It’s so small...)

“Why did you not try treating us kindly?”

“... hWy did ye run me off me land...?” It’s a whisper, raspy and quiet like wind, but there: an answer—a very painful one. Jackie frowns, upset, at it.

“... Run you off?”

“It were MY land FIRST!” It’s a roar, wild and unhinged, accompanied by a rise. The daemonic ruler does not stand tall but hovers over them like a dark god. “MY HOME!” The ground beneath them shakes in despair, as though agreeing, toppling many of Marvin’s squires and weakening the stance of the king, himself.

But Jackie, already kneeling, is fine: “You were... living here???”

“Ceart! Yes! For CENTURIES!!!”

Jackie frowns, watching the furious but distraught daemon plead Its case.

That... doesn’t line up with what Marvin heard from the people he liberated; but... he can see how their meeting might have had a few crossed wires. He sighs.

“Then you never should have been driven out.”

He can feel the incredulous stares from both Marvin and his squires; but, honestly, he doesn’t care: he was created to save people and do what’s RIGHT. And de-homing a person isn’t RIGHT.

And, daemon or no, Anti IS a person.

And It’s adorable when confused.

~

“Please allow me to be the first to welcome you back home, my King.”

“W-wha—?! Jackie!!! What are you doing?!?!?!”

“You never wanted to be king, right, Marvin?”

“... Well, no... But, Jackie... You can’t be...?”

“I’m very serious: the land’s rightfully Anti’s.

“So, whoever wants to stay, stays with It.”

~

“... Ah t'hought ye were t'at witch's knight.”

Anti’s voice, when not angry or attacking, is shockingly soft and gentle—reminding Jackie of a leaf floating on the winds. He smiles, loving the sound of it, and stands proudly beside his daemonic ruler as a pair of peasants leave. They’re unquestionably happy with the horned being’s judgement.

“I live to serve MY king; I get to choose.”

Anti doesn’t say anything; It just smiles.

[esculentevil]

(AntiHero) Sweet Summer Solstice [AO3]

Anti has a lot of inhuman traits (other than horns) that Its knight really likes.

~

Anti has hooves.

It’s something Jackie already knew from his days hunting the daemonic being: tracking It through the forest and brush, realizing those prints weren’t a deer or goat or even a horse, fully understanding that he wasn’t dealing with a human but some strange otherworldly creature more magical mythical than his maker. It’s something Jackie had to understand in order to find It.

But that doesn’t mean he was prepared to SEE it.

To HOLD it...

~

Anti has two knees.

One of them, the one connected to Its thicc thigh, is like a human knee and Jackie fully expected it to be there—it wasn’t shocking at all.

(The FUR sort of was—at first—but it’s soft and suits It.)

The OTHER one, however, threw Jackie when he first saw it—first saw it jutting out from where he fully expected a muscled calf to be.

But, in retrospect, it’s his own fault for assuming.

~

Anti has fur.

Most of it is pure black. Some of it is a dark green like Its hair. Less, like Its belly, is pale green—minty—like Its skin and thus hard to distinguish (until Jackie, mated to It, is face deep in that belly and studying the differences closely).

A lot of it is in areas covered by Its clothing like Its lower legs, belly (again), chest, and tailbone (where, obviously, Its tail begins sprouting from).

But It also has fur on Its long goat-like ears (of course), neck (which connects to Its chest fur), and elbows (in the form of little tufts Jackie likes to comb).

~

Anti has goat eyes.

The black of Its pupils are elongated and more like the night sky’s dark blue. They lie horizontally in Its orange irises, like the swift stroke of an ink brush, surrounded by the golden rays of the stroma which turn Its gaze into a painting of the Great Devourers of the Universe that spew the light of stars as they eat.

Jackie thinks that’s why it’s so easy to fall into them, STARE at them.

And he thinks he doesn’t really mind being devoured by them.

Septic AU: (AntiHero) Baphomet’s Knight

((I’ve been itching to do a(n AntiHero) Knight!Jackie AU and, while talking to GostieTom on AO3, I realized Baphomet!Anti would be the best Anti to pair him with [it was just daemonlord!anti, originally, which felt much too vague for this; plus, Bantiphomet needed more than hero!Jackie]. So, please enjoy this AU with a pinch of salt cuz it doesn’t line up perfectly with SepticBloodGoat and remember you can almost always read my fics over on AO3 =) Read this one over there!))

Marvin’s a light mage who uses his magic to banish Anti from a subjugated land.

The humans living there decide to name him their new king in thanks.

He rules kindly—if a bit ineffectively (he never actually wanted to be their king; he just wanted to free the poor people from the Black Goat trying to kill them off)—and helps where he can: healing the weak or injured; teaching the apothecary; training the preacher; and entertaining the children so they all have hope.

Still: he has no idea what he’s doing.

(And Anti won’t stay gone for long.)

~

His solution is to build himself/the people an army.

He does this with magic, of course, and starts at the top with the commander: Jackie; an immortal knight endowed with the fringes of his own white powers, lightening and fire, so that they may fuel each other in (and out of) any battle; filled with all the knowledge (i.e.: books) he has on war, leadership, and rule.

He is a fearsome warrior, dedicated protector, and supportive friend.

He is loved by all… but Anti.

(For now.)

~

Jackie trains his whole life to protect the city.

Arguably, this isn’t very long, as he’s born into adulthood, but he doesn’t care.

He and his army fight gloriously and defend his creator’s land without fail; and, each time, he gets closer and closer to finally defeating their former oppressor.

Once and for ALL.

~

Until that moment is finally upon him.

Until he’s standing before the fallen angel of duality with a sword in his hand, heavy with the weight of duty and demand and defense and DEATH.

Until he’s faced with the reality of what he must actually DO.

Until he’s face-to-face with Anti’s hollow, sad, lonely eyes…

(Until he just can’t do it.)

~

“… Why were you killing us?”

Jackie kneels before the defeated creature, ignoring the outraged gasps and enraged cries of both his squires and Marvin, himself, to speak quietly with It. But the winged goat only stares emptily up at him. (It’s so small…)

“Why did you not try treating us kindly?”

“… hWy did ye run me off me land…?” It’s a whisper, raspy and quiet like wind, but there: an answer—a very painful one. Jackie frowns, upset, at it.

“… Run you off?”

“It were MY land FIRST!” It’s a roar, wild and unhinged, accompanied by a rise. The daemonic ruler does not stand tall but hovers over them like a dark god. “MY HOME!” The ground beneath them shakes in despair, as though agreeing, toppling many of Marvin’s squires and weakening the stance of the king, himself.

But Jackie, already kneeling, is fine: “You were… living here???”

“Ceart! Yes! For CENTURIES!!!”

Jackie frowns, watching the furious but distraught daemon plead Its case.

That… doesn’t line up with what Marvin heard from the people he liberated; but… he can see how their meeting might have had a few crossed wires. He sighs.

“Then you never should have been driven out.”

He can feel the incredulous stares from both Marvin and his squires; but, honestly, he doesn’t care: he was created to save people and do what’s RIGHT. And de-homing a person isn’t RIGHT.

And, daemon or no, Anti IS a person.

And It’s adorable when confused.

~

“Please allow me to be the first to welcome you back home, my King.”

“W-wha—?! Jackie!!! What are you doing?!?!?!”

“You never wanted to be king, right, Marvin?”

“… Well, no… But, Jackie… You can’t be…?”

“I’m very serious: the land’s rightfully Anti’s.

“So, whoever wants to stay, stays with It.”

~

“… Ah t'hought ye were t'at witch’s knight.”

Anti’s voice, when not angry or attacking, is shockingly soft and gentle—reminding Jackie of a leaf floating on the winds. He smiles, loving the sound of it, and stands proudly beside his daemonic ruler as a pair of peasants leave. They’re unquestionably happy with the horned being’s judgement.

“I live to serve MY king; I get to choose.”

Anti doesn’t say anything; It just smiles.

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(AntiHero) Crown of Thorns [AO3]

Anti rules like a Pagan god.

This makes sense, of course, as It is, technically, one.

But it still surprises Jackie from time-to-time, having been raised unPagan; especially when his (admittedly ignorant/dumb) fears of sacrifices are unfound.

Especially when, as the warmer months come, Anti begins to don floral crowns.

(He really likes the rose one, most of all, even if it makes it harder to touch It...)

((Spring’s coming and with it the Equinox and I just thought Baphomet!Anti would celebrate it. Flowers for Spring, various leaves for Summer, fruits/dying leaves for Fall, branches for Winter... The roses are probably for Beltane [technically Wiccan, I know, but I think It’d still celebrate it] which is all about fertility and the look in Jackie’s eyes when he sees them on It... it corelates.))

Septic AU: (AntiHero) Baphomet’s Knight

((I’ve been itching to do a(n AntiHero) Knight!Jackie AU and, while talking to GostieTom on AO3, I realized Baphomet!Anti would be the best Anti to pair him with [it was just daemonlord!anti, originally, which felt much too vague for this; plus, Bantiphomet needed more than hero!Jackie]. So, please enjoy this AU with a pinch of salt cuz it doesn’t line up perfectly with SepticBloodGoat and remember you can almost always read my fics over on AO3 =) Read this one over there!))

Marvin’s a light mage who uses his magic to banish Anti from a subjugated land.

The humans living there decide to name him their new king in thanks.

He rules kindly—if a bit ineffectively (he never actually wanted to be their king; he just wanted to free the poor people from the Black Goat trying to kill them off)—and helps where he can: healing the weak or injured; teaching the apothecary; training the preacher; and entertaining the children so they all have hope.

Still: he has no idea what he’s doing.

(And Anti won’t stay gone for long.)

~

His solution is to build himself/the people an army.

He does this with magic, of course, and starts at the top with the commander: Jackie; an immortal knight endowed with the fringes of his own white powers, lightening and fire, so that they may fuel each other in (and out of) any battle; filled with all the knowledge (i.e.: books) he has on war, leadership, and rule.

He is a fearsome warrior, dedicated protector, and supportive friend.

He is loved by all… but Anti.

(For now.)

~

Jackie trains his whole life to protect the city.

Arguably, this isn’t very long, as he’s born into adulthood, but he doesn’t care.

He and his army fight gloriously and defend his creator’s land without fail; and, each time, he gets closer and closer to finally defeating their former oppressor.

Once and for ALL.

~

Until that moment is finally upon him.

Until he’s standing before the fallen angel of duality with a sword in his hand, heavy with the weight of duty and demand and defense and DEATH.

Until he’s faced with the reality of what he must actually DO.

Until he’s face-to-face with Anti’s hollow, sad, lonely eyes…

(Until he just can’t do it.)

~

“… Why were you killing us?”

Jackie kneels before the defeated creature, ignoring the outraged gasps and enraged cries of both his squires and Marvin, himself, to speak quietly with It. But the winged goat only stares emptily up at him. (It’s so small…)

“Why did you not try treating us kindly?”

“… hWy did ye run me off me land…?” It’s a whisper, raspy and quiet like wind, but there: an answer—a very painful one. Jackie frowns, upset, at it.

“… Run you off?”

“It were MY land FIRST!” It’s a roar, wild and unhinged, accompanied by a rise. The daemonic ruler does not stand tall but hovers over them like a dark god. “MY HOME!” The ground beneath them shakes in despair, as though agreeing, toppling many of Marvin’s squires and weakening the stance of the king, himself.

But Jackie, already kneeling, is fine: “You were… living here???”

“Ceart! Yes! For CENTURIES!!!”

Jackie frowns, watching the furious but distraught daemon plead Its case.

That… doesn’t line up with what Marvin heard from the people he liberated; but… he can see how their meeting might have had a few crossed wires. He sighs.

“Then you never should have been driven out.”

He can feel the incredulous stares from both Marvin and his squires; but, honestly, he doesn’t care: he was created to save people and do what’s RIGHT. And de-homing a person isn’t RIGHT.

And, daemon or no, Anti IS a person.

And It’s adorable when confused.

~

“Please allow me to be the first to welcome you back home, my King.”

“W-wha—?! Jackie!!! What are you doing?!?!?!”

“You never wanted to be king, right, Marvin?”

“… Well, no… But, Jackie… You can’t be…?”

“I’m very serious: the land’s rightfully Anti’s.

“So, whoever wants to stay, stays with It.”

~

“… Ah t'hought ye were t'at witch’s knight.”

Anti’s voice, when not angry or attacking, is shockingly soft and gentle—reminding Jackie of a leaf floating on the winds. He smiles, loving the sound of it, and stands proudly beside his daemonic ruler as a pair of peasants leave. They’re unquestionably happy with the horned being’s judgement.

“I live to serve MY king; I get to choose.”

Anti doesn’t say anything; It just smiles.