#isaacul

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Hiii. I'm trying to get over my writers block/burn out/whatever it is making it hard for me to focus on writing.

Tw for Smoking.

Isaac stepped out onto a balcony, welcoming the winter chill that it no longer truly felt. It pulled out a cigarette from the pack in its pocket, flicked its finger, and breathed in the bitter taste of the cigarette.

It leaned over the balcony rail and watched the city. Cars were driving by, bright neons lighting up the city's streets, one could barely tell that a mere few months ago was the Fated Day. The day that Dracul was awoken from his forced slumber. The day that Isaac finally had its sire back.

But Dracul wasn't the same man when Isaac reunited with him.

It didn't know how to feel about the change.

On one hand, Isaac was elated that Dracul was back. It was even more elated when it saw him finally recognize it, despite how much it had changed from when they had last seen each other.

On the other hand, Isaac never planned for itself to live this long, even when Dracul had turned it. It wasn't prepared to live a domestic life.

Isaac looked down at its hand, it truly didn't like the taste of the cigarettes, but they provided an excuse to take breaks from working under Nergal. Or for escaping the chaos in the room behind it.

Isaac held no ill will towards Victor or his family, it had experience with helping out with kids. But that was mostly one or two kids a millennia ago. Not seven, going on eight. That was far too many for Isaac to keep up with. When the Belnades were added into the mix, it was far more chaotic than Isaac could handle.

It glanced behind itself, watching as Dracul pretended to be pinned by the herd of kids. He was smiling and laughing, clearly settling well into his new life. Isaac's hands shook. Why was it having such a hard time adjusting?

It turned its head back out to the cityscape, focusing primarily on the lit cigarette between its fingers and lips. Isaac breathed in, before releasing the smoke with a sigh. From the corner of its eye, it saw something, well, someone, lean on the railing beside it.

Without shared words, it brought its cigarette pack back out, and handed it to its blood brother. Alucard nodded his thanks, taking one and setting them on the railing between them. He too used his magic to light it up, breathing it in, before letting it go too, with a sigh. Both stared off into the city lights, letting the city noise fill the silence. Neither one really had anything to say to the other.

They were both three cigarettes in, before Alucard straightened back up. He stretched his back, before reaching over and putting his hand on Isaac's shoulder. Two separate sets of yellow eyes made contact, speaking a full conversation without moving their lips. Isaac could see the worry in Alucard's face, it made it remember another man it had once called brother, so many centuries ago.

Isaac shook its head clear, before putting out the cigarette and putting its pack away. Alucard's hand left its shoulder and Isaac stretched its back. They nodded at each other, and Alucard walked back inside first.

Isaac hesitated. Temperatures don't affect it anymore, but the warmth radiating from the open door was almost too much for it.

Taking a deep breath, it walked through the door and allowed itself to be engulfed by the light, noise, and warmth of the room. It closed the sliding glass doors behind it, and locked them to keep some of the littlest kids in the home from getting too curious. It watched the scene before it.

Dracul was on his back on the floor, with the older kids roughhousing with him. Alucard was sitting on the couch by Victor and June. The Toymaker was putting on an impromptu show for the littlest kids, and the Chupacabra was telling his wild tales to Theresa in the kitchen, whilst being a taste tester for the foods.

A smile formed on its face. It wasn't lonely anymore.

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Cute idea:

Isaac walking into the throne room, and he watches how Dracul goes from tired and blank, to suddenly lighting up at seeing Isaac. Maybe Dracul even smiles at Isaac and has him sit in his lap, just so he can hold him.

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Decent Hajime Hinata x Nagito Komaeda Work

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/qMhns7Z

by Isaaculous

Who can it be knocking at my door? Nagito finds Hajime at his door. (Post chapter 4, will contain some spoilers for 2-4 through 2-6) Will he go away? Will he come 'round anymore?

Words: 2081, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Super Dangan Ronpa 2

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Komaeda Nagito, Hinata Hajime

Relationships: Hinata Hajime/Komaeda Nagito

Additional Tags: Romance, Homosexualism, gay people (based!), Spoilers, slightly ooc hajime, not horrible, I love adding tags

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/qMhns7Z

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Sunday practice with @isaaculation and @dixiedaveallen for your entertainment. No schedule, no timeline, they’re just here. Come on out! They’re great! https://www.instagram.com/p/B9M6HqbprrB/?igshid=19zkst92ov6yy

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Isaac, testing some new lipstick it got online: "Well Dracul, what do you think?"

Dracul, whose whole face is covered in different colored kiss marks and eyes filled with love: "I think you should get them more often. You look beautiful in them."

Isaac, putting on the last lip color and kisses Dracul on the lips, leaving a red lip on his: "Really? I think you look beautiful with them, my sire."

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Guess who's back with another board for Isaacul (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

What can I say, they're fun to make things for.

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The song My Way by Siames, but its Isaac and Hector in the Isaaculcard AU.

I mean, hear me out. I could easily insert the Aria Crew into my au, simply because Mina and Soma would be about the same age as Victor, who survives in this au. Add in Hector having an extended life span due to the effects of Devil Forging. So maybe Arikado and Yoko, and maybe if Julius has a kid, know Trevorcard, and shortly after the Fated Day, Arikado brings them to Castlevania City to meet up with Trevorcard.

Which leads to an awkward reunion between Hector and Isaac, with both being apprehensive around each other. Neither one knows what the other is thinking, but Dracul misreads the room entirely. He becomes very touchy and clingy, pulling Isaac into his arms and kissing her face or rubbing his cheek against its neck, growling at Hector.

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Tall Isaac wearing chunky boots that elevate its height more, wrapping its arms around Dracul's shoulders, as it looks down at him, and he looks up at it, with his arms wrapped around its hips.

Trevorcard joking around with Isaac as she tries to gloat her height over him, only for him to remind her that the boots give her an extra height boost.

Both, however, will absolutely give it foot rubs after hours of it wearing boots or heels.

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Sometimes, you just need to make the Blorbos in Picrew. This one in particular.

I'm not particularly happy with the lack of body types, Dracul looks kinda weird because I couldn't make the figure buffer, but I think Isaac came out great!

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Just something I thought of for the Isaaculcard AU thing:

Hector standing in a doorway, watching how Isaac is so relaxed and cuddled up to Dracul, who, in turn, is petting Isaac's shoulder and knee. Neither one is paying any attention to Hector, who is feeling a weird bittersweetness at the scene. Arikado/Alucard notices and steps up.

Alucard: Hector? Is everything ok?

Hector: ..... Yeah. I'm fine.

Alucard: You've been staring at Isaac for the past fifteen minutes. That doesn't seem ok to me.

Hector: (turns to Alucard) ...... I can't explain it, Alucard. I spent so long wishing, hoping, that Isaac would find its peace in the afterlife. That everything I would have freed it.... Only to find out that it is still alive, living like some pampered pet to yet another vampire... What's worse, is that it looks so healthy and happy now. (Turns back to Isaac and Dracul) Happier than it ever was with either I or Dracula... (Hector's frown deepens as Dracul presses a kiss to Isaac's cheek and Isaac smiles fondly at him)

Alucard, unsure of what to say to Hector: .....

Hector: Is it wrong of me to wish it was me holding Isaac instead? How after all these centuries, I still yearn to feel it against me? ...... (Hector watches for another minute, before turning away and leaving the room)

Alucard, watches him leave, before turning to Isaac. He observes how Isaac is laughing and smiling with everyone in the room, while its resting its head on Dracul's.

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A bit of a challenge: anything with Isaac and Trevorcard ;) can be cute, spicy, or TC reacting to his dad being charmed by this odd prickly redhead. Anything that comes to mind ❤️

Ok, this is a really good prompt, and I hope I did it justice! 🩷 It was a fun exercise to write from Trevorcard's perspective!

Despite having watched his father dissolve into mist and his Castle crumble around them, Alucard knew this wasn't the end of Dracul's reign. He knew Dracul would come back, and he wanted to be prepared for anything. For two hundred years, Alucard watched over both the Belmonts and Belnades, determined to not let any of them befall the same fate he did. Alucard was calmer when his father returned, though that didn't negate the hatred he felt for his sire. He needed to play it safe though, not wanting to cause anymore problems for both the Belnades and Belmonts.

When testing out his vampire powers, Alucard had found that Lycans, Wargs, and feral wolves would serve him, helping him as he needed. It threw the new vampire off a bit, but he grew to appreciate their loyalties, as he used them to keep eyes and ears on Dracul. Alucard wasn't sure if his father knew that the wolf beasts answered to both him and Alucard, but it hadn't been an issue so far, so Alucard wasn't worried. However, one came back with some strange news.

"Dracul has a what now?" His voice came out in disbelief.

"I believe humans refer to it as a Concubine." The lycan answers. Alucard blinked at the wolf beast. He was at a loss for words.

"A concubine? My father?" Alucard said, more to himself than to the beast, before looking at the lycan, "Thank you. You may take a rest, I'll investigate this claim further." The lycan bowed and disappeared back into the darkness of the forests. Alucard waited until the brush stopped rustling, before he started his trek to the Castle.

The Castle stood tall, its shadow making whatever it touched colder than the snow itself. The Castle did not like him, but it never bothered him when he was inside it. However, it made sure that he could not access Dracul at any point. Alucard didn't care about that for now, he needed to see this supposed Concubine.

There was no way his father was involved with another. Not when Dracul sacrificed everything for his mother, Marie. Surely this was just a passing fancy, just to pass the time and then he'd devour her. With these thoughts as his sole companion, he paused.

"Where would I even begin looking for this woman?" Alucard thought aloud. Closing his eyes, he opened himself up a little to the darkness within the Castle. Being the flesh and blood of Dracul had its advantages, one of which was manipulating darkness to help him find those afflicted by his father. Those who his father had marked as his. He could feel the darkness that came from every Dishonoured Vampire, as well as the newly turned, but he felt a new presence. One that led down to the Toymaker's Theatre. So, he makes his way out of the Castle, down one of the many bridges, into the theatre that had been partially carved from the mountain side.

Shifting into a swarm of bats, Alucard came in through one of the many windows by the entrance. The strange new darkness pulled him further into the theatre, his swarm claiming a chandelier to look out on the scene before him.

The Toymaker was working on another puppet, this one was unfamiliar to Alucard. That was a worry. If Dracul was having The Toymaker make new puppets to test out, surely he was planning another attack on the villages. Turning his head, he inhaled sharply.

A tall, skinny woman was working on her own project, some sort of mechanical monstrosity with pages all around her. He figured these were prints of the monstrosity she was building. Her hair was short and bright red, a red that reminded him of his late wife and son. She was wearing a tunic that was too big, as it stopped mid thigh and hung off of one of her shoulders, red hose, Cracow style shoes, and leather gloves that went up to her wrists. She had some strange markings, perhaps brandings or tattoos, that radiated both Dracul's darkness, and something else, thought the latter was much weaker. This energy combination made Alucard's fur bristle.

There were also still healing burns on her body, giving those spots a lighter tone, just a shade or two above, what he thought was at least, her natural skin tone. What caught his attention the most were those yellow eyes. They were a different shade than his, but they were beautiful. If this was the Concubine, Alucard truly couldn't judge his father. She was a beautiful woman, though that didn't stop the gut twisting feeling of knowing his father loving a woman that wasn't his mother.

There was a silver-colored demon beside her, with protruding purple crystals coming from its chest and abdomen. Alucard never dared to go down too far within the Castle, but he knew his sire had claimed a chunk of Hell itself as his own territory. It almost looked like a merman and harpy hybrid. Did Dracul make this being specifically for her, to guard her when she wasn't by his side? Focusing, he found the energy within this thing was similar to the darkness within her. A darkness that stood no chance against Dracul's, judging by how weak it was.

Satisfied with his observations, he goes to take flight, until he hears her, or should he now say, his voice. "Toymaker, do you feel like someone is watching us?" His words made Alucard bristled and his swarm huddled away from the ledge of the chandelier as much as he could. Alucard was startled at the masculine voice, there was an air of superiority in his voice that threw Alucard off. There is no way this man is Dracul's Concubine, he thought to himself. The man was clearly an apprentice to the Toymaker, which left Alucard to continue his search for this supposed Concubine.

Before he could leave, a powerful presence filled the room. The room grew darker as the candles went out. Everything was still and quiet. There was only one being he knew that could make the once warm room, feel as cold as the snow outside.

Dracul.

Alucard watched as his sire left the shadows and walked up to the red haired man, who in turn wrapped his arms around Dracul's neck and kissed him. When they pulled away, Alucard could see Dracul's face fall into a softened expression. Alucard felt something bitter coming up in the back of his throat. How dare Dracul fall for another. Alucard bristled at the scene, wishing he could go down and curse his sire for letting this man in his bed. Did Marie mean nothing to Dracul anymore? Was she that easily replaceable to him?

Though, a smaller part of Alucard was envious. Dracul could re-experience the warmth of sharing his bed with another. Of having those soft touches and kisses. The sweet words of a lover just waking up, their bodies shining in the sunlight. Alucard swallowed thickly, trying to keep his energy low, as to not alert his sire he was there.

"Ah, so there was someone watching us," the man sounded so gleeful towards the Prince of Darkness. Did he not know of the demon always behind him? Or that Dracul always had eyes and ears on everything going on within thes walls?

"Isaac, as long as you are in these walls, I am always watching." He could hear Dracul's voice say, clearly in a playful manner, despite the monotone voice. Isaac, huh? At least I have a name to the face, Alucard thought.

"Abel, has he eaten or rested yet?" Dracul turned to face the silver demon. The demon shook his head. "Isaac, you need to eat and rest."

Isaac had a clear pout on his face, "Now? I was finally making some headway on the machine!" Alucard shivered as he heard Dracul chuckle to the whine.

"Yes. You can't pout your way out of this." Dracul actually smiled as he teased Isaac, before wrapping him in his wings and both them and the demon bodyguard, Abel, disappeared, leaving nothing but a cold chill where they had been. The candles light back up, and the warmth slowly returns, as does the Toymaker's hammering.

Alucard waited a while longer, before flying out where he had entered. Alucard stared at the entrance of the Castle, before turning back to the forest up ahead, and walking. So many confusing feelings and thoughts went through his head all at once, and he couldn't begin to understand any part of it. All he could see in his mind's eye was Isaac. Being surrounded by Isaac's warmth. Getting those warm kisses and touches.

But a guilt filled his body. How could he betray Sypha's memories like this? For lusting after another? He couldn't betray his late wife and the mother to his son like that.

The pull for sleep interrupted his thoughts. He looked up, startled by how much time he wasted in his own mind. Quickly, he takes shelter in one of the many cave systems caused by the beasts under his sire's dominion.

However, when he fell asleep, he dreams of the beautiful red-headed man his sire had claimed.

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Ok, this is not what I originally planned, but I think it still came out cute 🩷 Listen, I just wanted to describe clothes, and let Isaac be happy in her own skin for a moment.

It took Isaac many centuries to figure out what Dracul saw in it. Centuries of tearing herself apart, before gentle hands helped her put herself together. Hands that didn't mind if they were cut or stabbed. Hands that held her and comforted her at her worse. Hands that petted her hair and patted her back in congratulations when she succeeded in making another Devil.

Not that those hands hadn't also hurt her. Dracul was an emotionally driven being, and was hurt very easily, despite how he may appear. That cursed Castle had not been helping matters. It was so possessive over him and would sometimes lash out at Isaac for how close the two were. But Isaac stood its ground with the cursed building, and in the end, got Dracul safely outside of the Entity's grip.

Since the Fated Day, Dracul had been watching it. As it walked or talked on the phone. His red eyes always lit up when she was within his eyesight. Even after centuries of being with him, he still made her chest flutter.

It wasn't that surprising why.

It's hair, a healthy, bright red that now reached her mid back, was currently braided over her shoulder. Her eyes were now bright and vibrant, similar in tone to her Brother's golden gaze. Isaac's body was caressed by the gentle lace of her nightgown, long legs and arms on full display, scars and all. She didn't feel so upset by them anymore. They were simply just a part of her now, marks in her story.

It also reminded her that she has put her hair up to get ready for the morning. It had freshly showered and was getting ready for a simple day out with Dracul, but had gotten distracted by seeing itself in the full length mirror of the room. How could it not?

She was beautiful.

Shaking her head, she headed to her closet. The weather had been dreadful the past few days, with a chill in the air that morning. Isaac may not be able to feel the chill as bad anymore, but that didn't mean she didn't get cold. So out came a simple, but cute sweater Alucard had gotten it when Isaac first came out to him.

It was a tan wool sweater, with a cute teddy bear design and white sleeves. The sleeves ended with bear paw pad prints. Despite it hiding her breasts, it was her favorite of her closet, and she just had to match it with some cute bear stockings. Paired with some simple blue palazzo pants and it couldn't resist the ankle high fur boots. Looking at itself in the mirror again, it couldn't stop smiling.

The Doll in the mirror only smiles back at her.

Turning from her image, she sat down by the vanity and turned its lights on. From there, Isaac settled into the same make-up routine she had been doing for nearly six decades: Foundation, highlights, blush, eyebrows, eyeshadow, and mascara. A routine she perfected by now. Last but not least, the lipstick. Isaac had received a few new colors to test out from Dracul, and so far, Black Velvet was its current favorite. A deep black-purple color with a matte finish.

Now came the piercings.

Opening its jewelry box, it pulled out an Opal bridge piercing. It had three opals on each side, carefully polished and about the size of a pea. There was a small chain that connected to each side, that laid gently on the bridge of her nose. Next came the tongue piercing, with a simple black barbell sliding into place. She picked up a pair of snake earrings, that had eyes made of onyx, before adding the industrial piercings, that spinel on them and a little chain connecting each part.

She smiled at the Doll in the mirror, before putting on a couple of rings, bracelets, and then an anklet.

Next came the final, and most important piece of the outfit. Pulling out a lockbox, Isaac unlocked it, and inside sat a collar.

Isaac stood up from the vanity chair and looked back over at the full length mirror. Damn, she looked really good. Sure, the sweater and pants hid most of her figure, but she still felt so cute. Isaac took her hair out of the braid and fluffed it out more.

A beautiful, handcrafted leather collar, with fur on the inside. A large, pigeon's blood ruby sat proudly as the center crystal, surrounded by smaller tanzanite crystals. The o-ring had a tag that read Dracul's Doll on it, as well as a dragon charm. The collar was enchanted by Dracul's blood when it was first created, and the faint traces of it still lingered, tickling her skin like a soft summer breeze.

It marked her as the property of Dracul, better than any ring could ever do.

The smile only grew wider, and with a split moment, it leaned forward, and pressed its lips against the mirror, leaving a lipstick mark on the surface. One last look, she turned away and stepped out, grabbing a simple over the shoulder purse.

"Dracul? Are you ready to head out?" She called out.

"Yes," she turned her head, as her sire stepped out, "just waiting on you." His eyes took in every part of her outfit, a soft smile on his face.

He had a simple flannel shirt and blue jeans on, with some steel toe boots. Isaac stepped closer, wrapping her arm around his shoulder, leaning down to give him a kiss. One that he happily leaned up and met halfway for.

"You look good," it stated as it pulled away from his lips. She took to his side, and left her arm wrapped around him.

"As do you," he said back, intertwining their fingers together as they stepped out the door.

Sure, the city still had plenty that needed to be done, but for the day, Dracul and Isaac could have some time to themselves, without all the responsibilities that came with being God's Champion and the partner of said Champion.

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I'm awake, waiting for daylight to see how much snow we got, so take this:

Isaac, when it was still human, would rest its head on Dracul's thighs, fully understanding that he could pop its head like a grape with them if he wanted too. Dracul would never, he'd much rather just scratch and pet its scalp while it falls asleep on him.

It still does this, even after being turned.

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I'm still trying to do a Isaacul short, but I've been listening to this on repeat, and this idea won't leave my head.

The bed was far more luxurious than anything Isaac had ever lied in. It was massive and so soft. He sprawled across the furs, rubbing his face on them in a tipsy state. Dracul had spoiled him with quite the dinner. Swan, cooked with garlic and onions, served with; parsnip, cabbage, radish, and broad bean; tossed in some vinegar. Dessert was sliced and roasted apples and pears, coated in cinnamon and honey, served alongside a slice of tiramisu cake.

Pair it with the sweet wine Dracul had provided, and Isaac was very full and content. Speaking of Dracul, there was a set of claws running through his hair, making him melt more. His eyes crack open, yellow eyes meeting red. Isaac couldn't believe how different his life was now. Dracul had sworn to take care of Isaac, and he was delivering that promise, tenfold.

Dracul was such a strange man to Isaac. Shorter than his Lord Dracula, but much more muscular. He was soft spoken and quiet, but was a good listener. Not only did the vampire lord actually listen to Isaac, he also asked questions and encouraged the man to keep speaking! The pallor skin of the vampire lord highlighted the black hair that covered his chest, and made a trail below his pants. Isaac couldn't resist lusting for the vampire lord.

Dracul noticed this. Of course he did. Isaac felt those callous hands leave his hair, down to his chin, lifting his face to fully face Dracul. Despite those claws having taken lives, some of which Isaac witnessed first hand, he was so gentle with Isaac. Like the man was made of glass. Now facing the vampire, Isaac gave him a flushed face smile. Dracul simply smirks, downing the last of the wine in his goblet.

Dracul tossed the empty goblet, those ruby eyes never leaving Isaac's. Sitting up, Isaac lifted his shaking hands to Dracul's face. His thumbs traced along the vampire's cheeks, while a clawed thumb traced over his bottom lip. It was instinctive for Isaac to open his mouth, ready to accept the thumb in his mouth. However, Dracul had other plans.

Dracul leaned down, their mouths mere centimeters away, and opened his mouth. The wine from Dracul's mouth poured into Isaac's like a steady stream. Isaac swallowed down the wine obediently.

"Good boy." Was all that Dracul said, before their mouths met in a slow, but hungry kiss. Isaac could taste the wine on Dracul's tongue, his own tongue tracing along the vampire's fangs. He gasps as one of the fangs cut his tongue. Dracul moaned at the taste of Isaac's blood in his mouth. Clawed hands slide under his shirt, cold hands on his warm skin. Isaac gasps, but tries to match in fervor.

Dracul treated Isaac with such soft and gentle touches. Even as he stripped the man of his clothes, his clawed hands were gentle on Isaac's skin. They traced along his scars and tattoos, mapping out his body in a way that was just for Dracul. The morning was intimate, and unlike anything Isaac had ever experienced. In the back of his head, the image of grey hair showed up. He pushes it down and focuses on the pleasure Dracul was giving him.

As the sun was setting, Isaac woke slowly. He was aware of three things:

1. There was a muscular body behind him.

2. There was a strong arm holding him close to said muscular body, under the furs.

3. He felt warm and safe.

A genuine smile graced his lips, before his hand covered Dracul's and entwined their fingers together. He sighs, smiling at the light kiss pressed onto his neck, close to puncture scars. The siren song of sleep was calling to him again, so he happily met it, falling back into the dream world, filled with the vampire beside him.

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Isaacul, 30: as comfort

Isaac's body was in pain. It felt like it was floating in a void, yet it could see everything going on around it. As the Leviathan crumbles back down to Earth, it was knocked unconscious, and Satan took advantage of its weakened state, possessing its body to fight against Dracul and Alucard.

It was incredibly foolish of him, but Satan was only concerned with destruction. It didn't matter how it happened.

Isaac tried to fight back against the possession, truly it did. But with the taxing battle with the Leviathan, on top of the battle with Zobek, Isaac didn't stand a chance. It was too weak in that moment to fight off the possession. It felt so foolish and disgusted with itself, but what could it do at this point, but let the battle play out?

And did a battle play out. It was vicious and destructive, very little give was taken on either side. Satan was at a disadvantage, working with a failing body, that was crumbling from the lack of energy.

He didn't stand a chance. Especially once the grounds they were fighting on, crumbled out from under them. They crashed back into Earth, creating a small impact site.

Alucard wrapped his arms under the possessed body, effectively pinning them. Satan was squirming and struggling, before stilling as Dracul lifted the Vampire Killer to stake him. That didn't mean Satan was giving up.

"You seem so ready to kill one of your own," he mocked, "then again, isn't it your hands that bear the blood of your wife and son?" This made Alucard growl against the body's back.

Dracul was many things. He was a warlord, the Prince of Darkness, and a father whose children's lives were on the line. He was no dumb man, and he called the snakes bluff.

Black filled Isaac's eyes as Satan tried to leave its body. It didn't know what happened from there, but it could taste a warmth on its lips. It tasted familiar. Comforting. Isaac surged out of its unconscious state, its mouth nipping, before latching onto Dracul's arm. It drank in the blood of its sire, like a man parched from the desert.

When Isaac detached, it panted and looked around in confusion. Fingers gently lifted its chin up, making yellow eyes meet red. Isaac had never seen such fear and worry in those eyes before. It moved on autopilot, lifting its arms and surging forward to connect their lips together.

Isaac had yearned for this for over a millennium, only to be met with equal fervor from Dracul himself. They broke away at the sound of Alucard clearing his throat. He looked exhausted, but happy. Hell, all Isaac could bet money it didn't look much better.

But they were alive, and as Dracul lifted it into his arms, and Alucard beside them... It could only smile, with a small burst of laughter bubbling up into its throat. It surged up again, and pressed another kiss onto Dracul's lips.

There was a millennium of kisses they had to make up for.

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I feel like Isaac self harms, but not in a cutting way. More like a, when it gets frustrated or angry with something, it hits itself or someone/something around it.

Now imagine Dracul walking in on this, maybe the Castle alerted him to Isaac being hurt. He steps over, grabs Isaac's hands, and instead directs its hands to him. He wills his clothes away and tells Isaac to hurt him.

Maybe Dracul doesn't want Isaac to leave marks on itself, because Its still human, and most of Dracul's wounds heal themselves. So it leaves Dracul a vessel for Isaac to vent that rage without it destroying itself in the process.

Maybe Dracul just yearns to be hurt because that's all he knows he's really good for. He's meant to be destroyed and be put back together sloppily.

Either way, he looks up at Isaac like it hung the moon and stars, with eyes yearning for Isaac to mark him.

So Isaac does. It strikes that pallor skin, with every bruise and scratch healing shortly after being inflicted. It can't stop now that it started.

Once Isaac is done, Dracul is still looking at him lovingly. Maybe he gives those bruises knuckles a kiss, maybe licking them if there's blood on them.

Dracul is pleased that he could help Isaac.

Isaac isn't sure how to feel, using Dracul as its punching bag.