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belladoun · 3 months ago

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Too empathetic.

(Ivlis x God!Reader)

You find it hard not to pity him, not to feel fueled with rage on his behalf.

You weren't a violent person.

Truly, at heart, it was almost as if you were incapable. You'd get angry and seethe, sure, but you'd never resort to hurting someone. It was below you, in a way. A sign that someone couldn't even deny their baser instincts. It was illogical. To you, the gritted teeth and clenched fists of those around were nothing more than the tantrums of a toddler.

However.

You couldn't deny the way violence seemed to etch itself into your bones seeing the way a specific someone was treated by everyone around. It wasn't hard to see the signs. The sneers from others, the way bruises seemed to creep across his skin like lace, the way he'd flinch away from his self-proclaimed lover? It disgusted you. On a level of which bloomed concern in your mind.

Of all the people, you'd say.

Of all the people to invoke sympathy upon you. Of all the people to receive such wretched treatment from others who claimed to be better (others who had done far worse). It was pathetic. It truly, truly disgusted you.

It wasn't right.

The level of hypocrisy from those who'd hurt him. The level of weakness that seeped from his very being, the way he seemed to be unable to accomplish the most basics of tasks, beating the most inept opponents. It frustrated you. It drove you up the fucking wall. It seemed so nonsensical to you, but you kept to yourself. You didn't know him deeply, only the topmost layer of his history.

Cast from his creator's favor, beaten and overcome, trained as if an unruly dog, father (mother) of three. You didn't claim to know anything of him, not truly. You wouldn't stand up for him, wouldn't challenge others at your inconvenience. And yet. And yet, he wouldn't leave your mind.

You wanted nothing to do with him. Nothing at all.

It got harder to tell yourself that.

Finding him caked in his own blood, bent over in a corner. Body shuddering with sobs, yet face struck with almost paralyzed emptiness. It sickened you. It sickened you how much your faith in staying out of it, of staying impartial could easily be swayed by such a pathetic being.

(He wasn't pathetic. You forced yourself to think of him as lesser, to see him as less of a person so the truth of his mistreatment was easier to swallow. Was easier to ignore.)

Apparently, you had stood in that spot for far too long. Simply observing, taking note of every shuddered breath. He didn't seem to notice you. Not focused on anything in particular, detached for his own sake.

You didn't notice the steps skipping their way down the hall, didn't bother to take your mind from him. Said mind slipped down a leaking crevice, into a puddle of disgust. With yourself, this situation, everything. How much could you continue to ignore, how far could you damn yourself staying impartial? You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, blocking out all sound.

A mistake. Mixing with him would be a mistake. Helping him, turning away, it all would curse you irreparably. What could you do? What could you do? "What are you doing?"

You knew who it was without even turning his way. You loathed him more than anything. One of the main causes for the suffering of this land, of its people. Of him, particularly. He was pitiful himself, too. But you couldn't find any semblance of sympathy, more like detached disappointment.

You forcefully tore your gaze from Ivlis.

Him, him, him, pitiful, pathetic Ivlis. His name made him more of a person, made him more important. He couldn't be important to you. He couldn't. Was he important to anyone? Would he have ended up in a better position had anyone stopped to show him an ounce of care? You didn't want to think about it. You wanted nothing to do with him.

"I'm doing nothing." He meant nothing to you.

"Just watching." How much longer could you sit by and watch this happen? "It's not too often I stumble across such violence." You were never a violent person. The words almost catch in your throat, clogging like vomit. It was beneath you, talking to Satanick. He wasn't worth even your gaze, beyond glances of derision.

Ivlis wasn't a good person, wasn't a flawless victim. He'd hurt others, countlessly. He wielded violence like it was a toy, trying to mimic those he wished would respect him. It was a childish, pitiful attempt, one you'd turned your nose up at. You hated the cycle of trauma, you hated how some of those who were abused would mimic their abusers.

It didn't always happen, you were proof of it. You had kept from violence, kept your head on your shoulders. And to risk it? Risk bloodying your hands for him, of all people? Risk incurring the wrath of others for something you should stay out of, that didn't involve you?

"You seem to be doing more than watching." You took note of Satanick's expression. It was pinched, confused but on guard. You hardly ever saw him so serious, so full of trepidation. You had to wonder, what expression did you hold for him to look that way?

Tilting your head, you tried to school your face. "I don't intend to overstep." Satanick doesn't seem any more relieved by this, his hands clenching. All of your focus is on him now, not allowing a single thought of Ivlis to consume you. You ignore the way he goes deathly silent every time Satanick opens his mouth, his breathing stilling.

"I've seen the way you look at him." He might be threatening you. He's got a sly grin, his head cocked to the side to almost mimic you. You can't tell if he's playing at being casual, but the way his eyes are laser focused on your every moment betrays his relaxed tone. It's a sudden switch to his demeanor just a moment ago, as if he's made up his mind about something.

It doesn't take a genius to tell he's testing the waters. Testing you. Testing your neutrality.

"What? Do you want to play with him, too?" He's doing what he always does. Being a child. You try not to scowl. His smile is knowing, taking a step forward. You're not sure if you want him to get close to Ivlis, so you take a few steps forward and meet him halfway.

It's not him you'd have to fear anyways, it'd be his brother he'd go and cry to. A devil is of no threat to you.

He seems to relax upon seeing your acquiescence of his approach, expression becoming softer. You'd never been particularly unkind to him, tried not to let your impartiality break with any of the immortals. "Y'know...." He started, leaning forward.

You refused to budge, letting him enter your personal space. "There's always room for you to join in." What an honor. There's an excitement in the way he's carrying himself now, as if he's discovered a new playmate. He's so simple. Practically purring his words, filled with mirth.

Usually, you wouldn't entertain him with a response. But lately, you weren't making sense to yourself, to your ideals. You could feel the way your magic built within you, coursing through your veins and honing itself for your disposal.

You'd be reckless, today. You'd ruin everything.

What a pity, what a shame.

You smile, a genuine one that feels freeing. Satanick seems surprised by this, eyes widening. You decide you're tired of being an observer, not an active participant in the game. "I'd love to play." You coo, reaching forward and lacing your arms around his shoulders. You tug him towards yourself, not surprised to find no resistance.

Perhaps he was stunned by your perceived favor, having stood with such disinterest among them all for so long.

You rest your head against his shoulder, sliding your hands along his back. You slip the tip of your finger along his spine, feeling him shudder. There. Digging in your finger suddenly, your nails enlarge into a point, injecting him with enough of your magic to put him out like a light.

You feel him seize, an animalistic grunt escaping his mouth as his own arms that had held you in reciprocation- grip you with strength, trying to squeeze, trying to pry you off.

What a fool, to let you mingle among them. What pathetic idiots, to let themselves relax in the face of your indifference. You can't blame them for growing comfortable though, you'd stood stagnant for far too long.

Satanick's body goes limp in your hold, and you let him fall to the floor. You wipe your hands on your coat, clicking your tongue. You're an idiot, you know that?

You turn to Ivlis, surprised to find him looking at you. He'd always refused to look you in the eyes. Now, he meets your gaze with a glint of consciousness. You guess all the excitement had woken him from his disassociation. He doesn't seem to know what to do, his mouth agape and his body still.

You don't bother relieving him of his confusion, instead stepping over the body at your feet and making your way to him. He doesn't move, but you notice he's started trembling again.

You get as close as you think you can without him lashing out, and crouch down, lowering yourself to his level. "You're not a good person." You're sure he didn't expect those words, seeming to stun him into a stupor. His eyebrows furrow, and he blinks a few times. You don't wait for a response.

"You're not a good person, but I'm too empathetic for my own good. You're coming with me." He seems to snap to attention at that. You're curious, wondering if he'll try to attack you or escape. He does neither of these things, seeming resigned.

He's probably thinking- he's so weak against Satanick, what could he do when faced with you? You allow the pity that thought brings to wash over you for a moment, before sighing.

You slide your hand across the floor, allow magic to seep into the carpet and slice open a portal. "I gave up my vow of impartiality for you, so allow me this." You motion towards the opening, and try to smile softly. "Just get in."

You're an idiot.

Get cliffhangered. Okegom popped up on my feed & I was like, "No... The terror...." And then I felt the urge 2 write. Ivlis is such a soggy shitty guy, but all he suffers thru irks me. I still want to hit him with my car, though. Okegom characters r meant 2 be shit on. Ignore any mischaracterization. This came 2 me in a haze. Maybe one day... Part 2..... Christening my blog w ts. If it don't make sense.... Shhhhhhhh...... Be quiet, kitten. Mama's insane. She's revisiting old series she shouldn't have been into as a kid.

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