#bg3 vellioth

[redcloaklynx]

right so this prompt led to me writing two (unrelated) scenes

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Blindfolded, naked, sitting on one of his masters' lap, a knee that lightly nudges between his legs whenever he makes to close them. A breath down his neck, the tickle of curls against his ear. Astarion. It has to be Astarion he leans against, if there is breathing.

"Who's hand is on your cock, pet?" Astarion whispers, near his ear. "Surely you can distinguish between your betters, right?"

Cazador bites his tongue to hold back a moan. It's a good touch, that's what it is. It has him barely able to think, stimulated by the experienced hand pumping him. He's damned himself with all the training he's put the boy through, if this is indeed Astarion's hand. It could be. With difficulty, he tries to distinguish the pressure made by the fingers. There's an arm that wraps around his torso to keep him upright, and that ends in the slender hand he used to command to touch his body. Are the fingers on his cock the same, or thicker? Surely the angle of the wrist wasn't one Astarion could easily reach, but he might be imagining the wrong direction completely. It is too much of a rush of pleasure that courses through him, after how long the masters have neglected him.

"Well?" Vellioth asks, the voice coming from somewhere in front of him.

That decides it.

"Yours, ah, yours, Master Vellioth."

He hears the whistling, has the time for half a flinch between the whip strikes his thighs, blinding pain that wrenches a cry out of him. His cock is now left alone, and he has to refrain from whining or buckling. He wasn't wrong, he's certain of it. He had the right answer. They had just planned to do this regardless.

“I can’t believe you’ve got it wrong,” Vellioth says, sickly sweet. “You know us so poorly, you need a refresher of your lessons.”

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They bring in a large rabbit, its white fluff so voluminous that it is hard to tell how plump it is, how much blood is hidden under the fur. Astarion cracks its neck, and the movement tears a nick behind its ears. The rabbit is hung upside down at eye level to Cazador, from his place kneeling on the floor, and a dog bowl is placed under it. Astarion works his nail in the small wound until it just begins to trickle, one slow drop of blood at a time. Down the head, down the red eyes, like the pure creature is crying blood, and dripping into the bowl. Cazador hates how his mouth waters at the sight of it. They wouldn't be using that bowl if they did not intend him to drink from it, so enamoured the two are with treating him like their abused mutt.

"We've made a bet, Vellioth and I," Astarion begins.

He stares at Cazador from high above, his skin glowing with life, graced by his Ascendance. Next to him, Vellioth looks exactly like how he used to. It's a pit of bottomless dread in Cazador’s stomach at the sight of him. He knows there is no avenue he can escape to where he emerges unharmed every time he sees that face.

"Between the two of us," Vellioth says, "who can make you scream first?"

He knows how useless it is to plead for anything, any way he could reduce the torture he will be put through. He knows how useless it is, and yet he stares in Vellioth’s eyes with naked terror and the urge to beg nearly overtakes him.

"As an incentive to last," Astarion adds, "you can have what has spilled out of the rabbit up until a pretty sound makes it out of that mouth of yours. Now, Vellioth, I believe you wanted the first turn?"

"It would be my pleasure," Vellioth replies, bowing his head at Astarion.

Cazador cannot help but shake as Vellioth comes closer. The rattle of the chains binding his ankles to the ground betray—amplify—his break in composure. Vellioth rests his claws at the back of Cazador's neck.

"Oh, and Cazador?" Vellioth murmurs near his ear.

"Yes- yes, master?"

"Don't you dare end the game too quickly," he says, and sinks his fangs in Cazador’s yielding flesh.

It is at most a rabbit's worth of blood to be earned, but he clamps his jaws shut and wills himself to do nothing at all as he stares helplessly in the lifeless prey's eye, as the blood mats and stains its fur.

(anyway astarion's gameplan on "make cazador scream" is to have sex and he probably wins because vellioth puts cazador through so much pain he just passes out for short intervals)

Vellioth and Astarion making torturing Cazador a foreplay activity though, can we talk about that

[coyote-ralyn]

FAMILY 💔

We have finished our collab.

Thank you all for participating and for this experience!

Sketch : @coyote-ralyn

Lineart : @sadist69

Color: @bardcambion

[an-excellent-choice]

A Cool Skull - Vellioth's Skull

His skull is so cool and I enjoyed making this but this motherfucker doesn't deserve to be colored for what he started

[elysiicns]

vellicaz

[redcloaklynx]

I think it's insane that the two things we know about Vellioth are so contradictory and that contradiction makes him so compelling. Ok I can't explain this concisely.

...there we go.

[THAT INITIAL COMPELLING CONTRADICTION]

So Vellioth's epithet was "the Martinet" - meaning he was strict and enforced discipline, and yeah that makes sense. We learn of two punishments that Cazador suffered through, and "seeing your friend drained dry because you reached out to them" is pretty standard for what I expect a vampire to do, while the second, "getting impaled for 11 years for executing a failed plan, I don't even care that you were trying to rebel" is, I assume, the harshest punishment Vellioth meted out (Vellioth only lived 72 years! That was at least 1/7th of Cazador's spawnhood!).

On the other hand he was madly laughing when Cazador killed him, when he was melted to his bones and his soul was made into ink and trapped in the palace - how do you reconcile this behaviour with that of a 'strict disciplinarian'? Especially one who got everything to go the way he planned, which included his own very painful death? I can totally accept that his personality was not the stereotype I originally assumed (emotionless militaristic sergeant); that he was plenty expressive, that's awesome and I'm far more interested in his character now actually, but the other part?

If he is a meticulous and successful planner, why did he dedicate his life's work, as an immortal vampire, towards making a successor that carries his legacy but hates him?

Because I do believe Vellioth got everything he wanted, unlike Cazador. So that we're on the same page, here's an entire section to explain why.

[WHY I THINK VELLIOTH SUCCEEDED AT WHATEVER THE HELL HE WAS TRYING TO DO]

Mainly, my reasons are that Vellioth laughed and willingly gave his blood in the rite where he died, that Cazador follows Vellioth's lessons to the letter, and that Vellioth's presence leaves the palace when he feels like it.

For reference, here are Vellioth's lessons:

First lesson: "always to dominate. Allow none to be your equal." The example provided is of Vellioth draining a friend of Cazador dry, after Cazador reached out to them

Second lesson: "power comes from solitude. To share with others is to be weak, and to be weak is to fail... and die." And the juicy part, where Cazador was impaled for 11 years, not because he rebelled, but because he failed at the attempt

Third lesson: "to act not in haste. A near immortal has time to plan, time to act only when others will pay the price of action." Then, when Vellioth deemed Cazador learned his lessons, letting him become a true vampire in a rite where they both laughed

Notice that Cazador follows these better than Vellioth: he doesn't allow any of his spawn to be his equal - to become a true vampire, he's lonely, and he reigns for longer.

Also, in the game, once the player learns these lessons, "Vellioth is no more." After haunting the palace for two centuries. What.

Like in the same room there's a scroll that reads "For my sins, my soul was made ink and written onto this parchment, where its scrawl crawls sleeplessly for eternity - unless you free it." which implies Vellioth was trapped by Cazador, but I don't see why Cazador would make the freeing mechanism "tell some high-wisdom stranger about my past as a slave." That part felt like Vellioth giving one last middle finger to Caz, and choosing to ditch before he witnesses his spawn fail and die to the player. Which means Vellioth had chosen to stay "trapped" in the painful/humiliating display Cazador mounted entirely willingly.

Cazador objectively seems like the more successful vampire, reaching the Ascension that is every vampires' wet dream, but he ends up unhappy (I'm referencing that Detect Thoughts on Cazador in his coffin that reveals he thinks of himself as a monster that will not end, and eternal unlife as a curse). Vellioth, meanwhile; all signs point towards him executing his plans flawlessly, and without regrets. I can only conclude, for some reason, that this is the future he wanted.

[CONCLUSION]

What I'm saying is that Vellioth got what he wanted, but what he wanted doesn't makes any sense. His priorities are out of whack.

Why? Certainly the easy answer, in my opinion, is that he went mad, possibly through Cazador's machinations (how else do you get a vampire lord to willingly give you his blood?). I don't have a better answer - I don't really care about that question, actually. Rather, in conclusion, can I invite you to consider my attempt to compile canon-compliant Vellioth traits?

-> Vellioth doesn't fear death. He doesn't want to live forever. He never liked the benefits of vampirism (never thought of it as a gift), 70 years of unlife was long enough for him, or did Donnella ruin it for him?

-> Vellioth is selfless? Humble? Cautious? According to Astarion, vampires are power-hungry creatures who see all other vampires as competitors. Vellioth doesn't try to make himself known, doesn't try for world domination (as far as we know), and the legacy he leaves is purely in Cazador's name. He is, for some reason, not vain or power-hungry, at least not for himself. (I do doubt that a vampire can be selfless or humble though.)

-> Maybe he sees Cazador's accomplishments as an extension of his own? His lessons sure don't prime Cazador to perpetuate the cycle; he doesn't expect Cazador to have a successor. Maybe he thought Cazador was more likely to complete the Rite of Profane Ascension, and stuck around to see it happen?

okay thanks for reading please don't be too mean if I said something stupid. and a disclaimer: i do not care if your vellioth is not canon compliant. i love reading vellioths that do not at all follow what i have in mind. i analyze canon for fun, i am not trying to police anybody

[dirtybg3confessions]

Thank to the few but very dedicated Vellioth/Cazador fanartists on Twitter, I can't stop thinking of Cazador taking every horrible, disgusting, degrading torture he was ever put through, and subjecting Astarion to it x 100000000 on the fucked up sadistic pain scale. And using fledgling enthrallment to force Astarion to come from it all again, and again, and again, not allowing him to pass out no matter how severely mutilated he ends up.

[jesternlove]

My WIP for my Vellicaz fanfic, Vellioth and (oc) Luciareja Szarr...

Archiveofourown: by Jesternlove : " The Unethical Machine " ( 98, 000 ish wrds so far)

[ariaachillesaphrodisia]

A huge thank you to @bg3zine for allowing me to be a part of the amazing Deadly Alliance, a Baldur's Gate 3 Zine! I am extremely honored to be able to take part in this!

Please enjoy this snippet of my piece for the Zine, titled: "Allow None to be Your Equal".

[butterdoggo13]

Messy sketches of Cazador szarr and his life with Vellioth and his blood drained friend (whom i based off of an Oni because of Kozakura)

[hematophagiic]

some vellicaz crops - full on twt and bsky

[meatcrimes]

Time to self promote, cause i’m really happy with this chapter. This particular chapter doesn’t have much in the way of content to warn for (coping with isolation, mild peer bullying, non-detailed description of masturbation), but if you’re reading this from the beginning definitely heed the tags and chapter specific TWs because this chapter was an anomaly. He’s had a lot of hurt so far in this fic, and is gonna get a lot more, so he can have a little comfort as a treat.

reply or send an ask to be on the DM list for updates ♡

[coyote-ralyn]

Vellicaz: Vellioth liked to play hide-and-seek in the palace. And Cazador hated it when the master found him.

[threerattsinatrenchcoat]

Three of a Four Course Meal

Cazador and Vellioth enjoy dinner and conversation with a devil. "Enjoy." "Dinner." "Conversation."

Dark comedy, teen rating but with potentially triggering content, so mind the tags.

Excerpt under the cut!

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The denizens of Baldur's Gate were used to late nights, but at this point even the moons were heading to their beds over the horizon. Only true creatures of darkness had the energy to practice their sinful rituals. The hour of devils, vampires…

…and dinner parties. On top of the hill loomed a mansion, and in that mansion an abscess of a ballroom, festering with the unrefined garishness of a newly rich noble. Dozens of tables were crammed with guests, each dressed as resplendently as they could afford. Not as resplendent as the decor, although what most guests lacked in fine material they made up with basic taste. Each guest wore a mask of a horror, the theme an undead ball.

Tucked above it all, in a private balcony, sat a compact table, placed for seeing rather than being seen.

Seated between the hors d'oeuvres and where appetizers would be set was one Cazador Szarr. Newly promoted and shiny with confidence, a shine too easily scratched. Uncomfortable, too. His hair was twisted back so tightly he could barely move his eyebrows, stabbed through with several ornate, ebony hair sticks, as was the current fashion. His silk shirt flashed a pale gray chest and unfortunate nipples, and he wore eyeliner but no mascara. The entirety of it made him seem half-finished.

Between the settings for appetizers and dinner sat Baalphegor, kicking her feet under the table. The only alive-looking one, between her tan and her heartbeat. She wore a simple shirt and pants. Closer examination would reveal the lounge wear was woven from Lloth silk and hemmed with strips of the Weave itself. An understated chain of adamantine looped around her neck, hung with charms of infernal steel and soul coins and glowing purple-white where it touched the Weave.

Rounding out the course, placed between dinner's empty spot and the hors d'oeuvres, perched Vellioth, dead and having the time of his life.

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[pustotsvit]

He makes a fool of Death with his beauty 💔

[wellen-katze]

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[dmbakura]

these aint my sins, i broke my chains