#i forget this line exists every time i go to replay the prologue

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"'Master', is it?"

SIR NO

[fixated-on-insertname-fandom]

Sisyphean Stories, Summarized (reformatted)

An idea for an Ikemen Vampire AU, based off of Cybird’s , where Comte’s door is much more problematic than previously thought, and after each suitor’s epilogue scene, MC suddenly finds themself back in the prologue, at the moment just before they enter the mansion.

This MC is gender neutral (please let me know if I make any mistakes :) and starts out the relatively kind, polite, well mannered MC we all know and love. I may or may not call MC ‘Mickey/Mic’ since it feels pretty gender neutral.

I really did look at the letters ‘M’ and ‘C’ together and read ‘Mick’. Sorrynotsorry

Note 1: Not sure if I’ll write out individual fics for every suitor, but I’ll try to give some sort of a time line to order them according to where they fall within MC’s perception of time.

Def. will write a denouement piece (I suggest as I haven’t written a single substantive story) where after going through goodness knows how many replays of the same general plot, MC is a little broken, a lot insane, and a heck-ton nihilistic. MC doesn’t turn evil, but does grow rather jaded and numb. Presumably, MC will have experienced all possible timelines/suitor routes.

Note 2: MC remembers previous encounters as well as any average human would, so not a photographic memory, more of a ‘I spark noted this route but I do indeed have a few episodic memories of the more moving events’.  

A you can expect, no matter what MC does during their ‘slice of timeslip’, everything is reset when MC is pulled (?yeeted?) back to that dreaded corridor. They could pull a Napoleon 2.0 world domination card in their route, but eventually they’ll open their eyes in the same corridor, their previous actions having absolutely no consequence significance purpose value effect in the grand scheme of things

it’s pretty clear how MC comes to believe that literally nothing matters

…because in this story, nothing matters

~that being said, my dear reader, YOU matter. On a painfully real note, it can be pretty easy to start drowning in feelings of despair and emptiness, and sometimes you don’t even realize that depression has begun to sneak in until it’s already begun to color your vision, whispering the cruelest things in order to break you.

~but at the end of the day, no matter what happens, you do matter. The way you interact with others, how you make them smile, how you care about the well being of others, well, no one else is quite like you.

~on the days when you feel replaceable, unlovable, stagnant, alone, when those emotions overwhelm you, never forget that there are so many people in the world who see how delightfully wonderful you are. You are so very loved, by your friends, your family, random strangers on the internet.

~Your value is inherent in your person-hood, and even people who have never met you wish you happiness and solace.

~everybody is important, not due to their relation to others, or their life story, but due to the sheer magnificence that is their own existence. Living in a world that is demanding and restricting is a feat, and it’s okay to feel burdened.

~please remember that you deserve to be happy.

The only constant in all of these (besides the fact that they’re literally reliving the same sliver of time without end) is that MC is a huge reader.

Which is great, because MC probably would have lost their mind a lot sooner had it not been for the limitless library at their disposal. MC’s escape from their never-ending rerun is the worlds contained within the pages of their Comte’s precious books.

MC may as well claim them, bc Comte probably couldn’t even tell you the content of half of the books in his library. He just likes the aesthetic

side note: Knowing that he’d be housing certified geniuses, he expanded his already impressive library in order to accommodate their varied interests

something something Tyrion Lannister quote ‘a mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone’

don’t get me wrong, Comte def. is well read, he just has matters to attend to, unlike Leo, who has no tangible responsibilities and is free to read to his heart’s content

It comes to a point where, after so many ‘resets’ MC could rival the entire mansion combined in terms of literary prowess~

Disclaimer 1: I don’t own these characters, they’re all Cybird’s. 

Disclaimer 2: Have only completed Leonardo, Isaac, and Arthur’s routes, so I’m a bit weak in terms of accurately portraying the vamps. Please be merciful, but critical.

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- s a v i o r   -

. Nicholas Scratch x Reader .

Prologue  |  Part One |

{PART TWO}

Nick told himself that he would try and forget everything about his experience in Hell, his experience with...him. But that meant forgetting about her.

He honestly didn’t know what his state of mind would be like if he hadn’t have met her. And honestly, he couldn’t help but compare.

Though it wasn’t exactly her fault, Sabrina could never understand what her father put him through because of her. Coupled with her lack of even trying, her wish for him to just sweep the experience under the rug and go back to how things were left him feeling more than a little resentful.

That doesn’t mean that his now ex-girlfriend didn’t try to help him in whatever way she could, but once she revealed her new royal status, Nick’s remaining feelings of responsibility towards the blonde Morningstar withered away along with the last ties of their relationship.

Now stuck dealing with his many issues alone, the tortured boy clung to the only achingly fleeting memories that kept him grounded in rationality instead of spiraling into illusions of the dreadful abyss looming in his haunted mind. And as he replayed the images of the illuminating figure who reminded him that he was still human and that his heart was still beating, to his displeasure he’d found that he wished he had more.

She visited him exactly 12 times.

While (y/n) did explain to him that her powers were limited while in Hell and it took a lot out of her to be there, he couldn’t stop himself from pining for her when she was absent. At first, images of Sabrina were what kept him going, and he constantly reminded himself that the girl was probably doing all she could to save him. Satan be damned, he loved her, otherwise he’d have never sacrificed himself for her in the first place.

He’d gone to Hell for Sabrina Spellman and at the time, he had no regrets.

But, as time seemed to stretch on without end, he started to break.

Nick thought himself a pretty gifted warlock, and had long since placed protection charms over his mind in case anything or anyone with malicious intentions ever tried him. 

He doesn’t know what he was thinking at the time he convinced Sabrina, the coven, and himself that it was a good idea to use his own body as the flesh achrenon, but he does admit hubris and naïveté must have played a part. And in the moment of that final ‘I love you’ to his girlfriend, he accepted his fate and was determined to face it no matter what happened to him.

Unfortunately for him, you can’t guard against the Devil.

Lucifer made quick work of him, if he was being honest, and Nick soon found himself in a never-ending cycle of pain and torture that he couldn’t ever have even nearly dreamed up beforehand. Suddenly, his life’s outlook was being eternally violated by the Dark Lord without reprieve. And from what it was looking out to be, it was only a matter of time before he completely broke and the Dark Lord once again took up his mantle of dominating Hell and eventually Earth.

All that would be left of Nick and his sacrifice would be an empty shell of a person who no longer knows how to exist as one.

After a while, it became hard for Nick to separate the daughter from the father in his intense resentment, and he’d gotten to the point where his mind was becoming absolutely blank as it gave in to the invading presence of the sheer evil and chaos he’d been fighting against for so long...

And then an angel descended, and he’d nearly cried out in tears and praise for the false God.

The warmth and comfort his angel brought him blessed him with a near orgasmic experience, abruptly tugging him from the brink of despair. For a moment, he questioned if she, if he - was even real, and if Lucifer was really trying that hard to live up to his name as the harbinger of lost hope and doom. But when those blessed hands caressed his face, and those saintly eyes met his own, all he could feel was intense relief, and shame.

Shame over who he was, where he'd gotten himself, and how he’d gotten there.

Surely someone who dedicated their life and soul to the Devil himself didn’t deserve the presence and grace of a literal angel in the darkest moment of his life?

So he cried. He cried at her grace, and at her mercy. Even after she coaxed him down from his delirium and explained who she was, he wept at the sheer exuberance he felt that she had even appeared - let alone helped him - when he was forgetting what it felt like to feel anything but pain and suffering. She was his angel, godly or not, and he thanked his lucky stars that it was his Fate to be able to meet her in that moment.

Soon, between her visits, it was her face, not Sabrina’s, that he’d found kept him going. (Y/n) became his symbol of hope, his new god, his only savior. Disillusioned with giving his life to people who only harmed him (such as the Morningstar duo), (y/n) became his new religion as he found himself praying to the stars and the Fates for her speedy return. And every time he was graced with her presence, he understood that whatever was written in the stars for him couldn’t be so bad if he was able to meet her in between the lines.

And when he’d found himself suddenly out of Hell and in Sabrina’s arms, he was fully ready to keep his newfound faith close to his heart and out of sight of others. Everything that had happened to him was incredibly personal, whether it be his time with you or with the Dark Lord. But when Sabrina revealed her title as Queen of Hell to him and effectively admitted that everything he went through - his sacrifice, his pain - was all for nothing, Nick felt as if time had stopped and his heart caved in.

He tried to be okay with Sabrina. He tried his hardest to cope as best as he knew how, which admittedly did more harm than good. But without your presence to pull him from the brink, he found himself spiraling down the dark depths of his memories with no end and without support. Eventually, the pent up resentment and mind games the Dark Lord still insisted on playing with him after his escape got to him, and he lashed out. The coven, Sabrina; no one actually understood him or the anguish he was going through. The increased sense of isolation brought up his darkest thoughts and feelings, and soon he’d found himself cut off not only from Sabrina but the rest of the coven as well. As the witches found themselves caught off guard by the arrival of the pagans, Nick instead found himself often staring up at the sky, alone, searching for his hope. 

While the witches were more concerned about the moon, Nick was waiting for the stars. 

And, as the familiar warmth bloomed across his chest, he found himself smiling until it felt like his face would split open. As he watched the glowing figure approach him from the other side of the field, he knew, finally, the person he placed his faith in didn’t let him down.

Author's Note: I know I promised a double update, the next chapter will be released in a few hours! I need to edit and format it... and eat dinner lmao :)