#and to be called a good dog by Bastian is to Volo like being called by name was to Christ's disciples

[wizzard890]

Bastian and Volo - The Antichrist and his Hound

There once was a boy who served in a castle. The noble family who lived there paid him no mind.

One day, like a blow through the heart, that boy saw God.

Something bright. Something terrible. Something holy, greater than every blazing star: Bastian, second issue of the Duke of Burgundy, seething and ambitious and wrathful.

Souls depart the body through the eyes; the boy never looked away.

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Bastian was eighteen when he noticed Volo: the young son of a stablehand who had taught himself to read, to carry, to serve. Desperately ready to file himself into a cold and razored sword for Bastian's hand, if only that hand would close like a collar around his neck.

And so, in time, Bastian seized him.

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It is your turn to see them now, years on, as the storm gathers.

Ecce homo: A Conqueror on a pale horse, his banners flying behind him, with a hunger for heaven on his lips and a burning crown on his head. But that which truly bears his glory runs at his heel.

Ecce canis: A chaste and brutal Galahad, rimed with frost, leading the legions of his Lord to any end, any dictate, as long as he is granted the final honor of slitting his own throat on Bastian's altar.

They are linked by a silver chain. God to slave, king to knight, love to worship. Even death cannot break it.

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There once was a dog who served his master. The dragon who holds his leash will never let it go.

[akaanir-of-starfleet]

#*KICKS OVER A CHAIR* #your honor they belong together (derogatory)#Bastian and Volo are the stuff of nightmares - the stuff of biblical prophecy and the utmost horror #and they are fully and completely obsessed with one another #it was a long road for Bastian to realize what he had in Volo but once he did he was uh -- radicalized shall we say #he fucking loves Volo - he loves his dog! - his dog just happens to be a perfect and chilly and upright twenty two year old man #and to be called a good dog by Bastian is to Volo like being called by name was to Christ's disciples #there is no task Volo will not fulfill - no act he will ever find degrading - nothing he will ever EVER hold back from his Lord #and Bastian knows that and loves that and loves him and takes and takes and takes and takes #Volo is the hilt of his great and terrible sword and Bastian knows no power like resting a hand on that hilt - at the nape of Volo's neck #they are so feral I am breathing into a paper bag about it every second (via @wizzard890)

#absolutely fucking feral behavior from both of them #this is probably my favorite relationship in Heretic #it's completely unhinged #Volo petitioned the Hour of the Endless Passage to allow him to return from the boundary of death again and again #for as long as Bastian still had use for him #and the Madrugad remade the crown of his soul into a collar and placed the leash in Bastian's hand #when Bastian petitioned the Madderblade he did so to beg the Madderblade to make right what he had spoiled - by treating Volo cheaply #the Madderblade named Volo Hephestion and warned Bastian that he was not yet worthy to be named Alexander #and gave the brightest flame in Bastian's supernal crown to Volo - for safekeeping #they know what they are to each other now #Volo: perfect cold and chaste - his loyal beast #Bastian - in every meaning of the word - his master #they will attain the Glory together but Volo will never see it except reflected in his master's eyes #what is the Glory to him? #he has already given his soul to his god (via @pyrrhiccomedy)

Bastian and Volo - The Antichrist and his Hound

There once was a boy who served in a castle. The noble family who lived there paid him no mind.

One day, like a blow through the heart, that boy saw God.

Something bright. Something terrible. Something holy, greater than every blazing star: Bastian, second issue of the Duke of Burgundy, seething and ambitious and wrathful.

Souls depart the body through the eyes; the boy never looked away.

.

Bastian was eighteen when he noticed Volo: the young son of a stablehand who had taught himself to read, to carry, to serve. Desperately ready to file himself into a cold and razored sword for Bastian's hand, if only that hand would close like a collar around his neck.

And so, in time, Bastian seized him.

.

It is your turn to see them now, years on, as the storm gathers.

Ecce homo: A Conqueror on a pale horse, his banners flying behind him, with a hunger for heaven on his lips and a burning crown on his head. But that which truly bears his glory runs at his heel.

Ecce canis: A chaste and brutal Galahad, rimed with frost, leading the legions of his Lord to any end, any dictate, as long as he is granted the final honor of slitting his own throat on Bastian's altar.

They are linked by a silver chain. God to slave, king to knight, love to worship. Even death cannot break it.

.

There once was a dog who served his master. The dragon who holds his leash will never let it go.