#sing as a protagonist with a dark aura where he's not the villain. that's all i ask for

[golden-earcuffs]

if i watch dare you to death it'll only be for sing harit

[fuzedatti]

XIII. No surprises

───── ❝ 𝐀𝐧 𝐒𝐂𝐏 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 ❞ ─────

Masterlist

CW ; Suggestive

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Where are our heroes now? They were not even heroes. More than protagonists, they were the villains of a wrong told story.

The sky cried as it lit up with force, lightning crashed through the clouds, causing a flood of tears. A soft red glow served as a lantern in the storm, a beam of light driving away the darkness. They seemed like a hive mind led by a single being of selfish intentions. His step was slow and cautious, silently guiding the other two entities, he swore that at some point they would understand why he did it. For the moment, he had to shut up to improve.

The doctor's robes were drenched from the drizzle, creating a mirror of lead to anyone who passed, if they passed at all. The drops crashed against his body causing a distinctive sound of nothing. His numb mind simply followed his master, his beloved. The youngest of the three seemed not to have moved since their escape, instead, he was dragging himself like a statue as they advanced; None of his limbs moved or gesticulated, his eyes had lost their shine a while ago, it seemed that his state of paralysis was progressive.

The mask's fauses roared from time to time, pulling out pieces of the now-deceased Jack Bright's amulet; Although his consciousness now resided partly within him, his human part lay in a better place. Half the treasure was complete, some fifty thousand pieces recovered if his memory served, at least another ninety thousand pieces missing to restore the necklace again. He ripped it apart to prevent the foundation from taking it away again.

They stopped their pace near a steep ravine, several stagnant puddles surrounding it from the now heavy rain, singing as it hit the wet ground. Louis turned to see his reflection in one of the puddles, he didn't notice any difference but he swore that something had changed not only in him, but in Dýo as well. He saw as the God sat on the edge, staring into the void below him, still spitting out shards of reddish glass.

—Was it worth it, my lord?

Louis's question brought a Dýo out of his bubble. —Everything has a purpose, mon chéri, so it will all be worth it in the end.–

—...

—Why don't you come and sit with me?

The plague doctor ignored his lover, sitting next to him without meeting his eyes, leaving aside the ivory statue that they once called their son. Polonoí turned to Nicéphore, observing his melancholic aura. He missed his self-centered, sarcastic lover, who wasn't afraid to insult him for any disgustingly human mistke he might make. He missed feeling humiliated by whom he thought inferior in every way.

Its sharp claws removed his hood to reveal his fine hair once more, soaking in the rain. Several strands clung to the softness of the avian mask, hiding the blue glow of his eyes. Nicéphore deigned to turn to see him a little to allow him more space in his hand. The God stroked his chin under the mask, slowly removing it; His filthy high cheekbones brushed against the beast's rough knuckles, as did his lips and eyelids, he was letting his partner admire him once more.

Contrary to what the foundation believes, Dýo can move his lips, or at least only with Nicéphore in a certain way. By joining their mouths Louis could feel the porcelain fit his lips perfectly, not a gap was perceptible. Before human eyes, this was something impossible, how their silhouettes seemed to be made for each other and left no air before them. Dýo was whispering something that Louis couldn't really understand, he was so drowned in the kiss that he didn't notice when the other's heavy hand began to shamelessly touch his legs and torso, even over his clothes he couldn't help but shudder at it.

—You still have your human nerves...– Dýo whispered. —Your emotions, desires...–

—What a shame to call me human, my Lord.– Dýo chuckled in his mouth.

—You can play all you want Louis, but in the end you're in the same dead end that Bright was. Don't let it darken you.

—I am better than Bright, than Clef, than any human. I am the superior life form that I myself have created.– Louis's tone was annoying, but his panting took away the seriousness for Dýo. —A mortal will never satisfy a God like I do.–

—Yes, satisfy.– He paused in his lower pelvis, barely touching his intimacy. —Is that all you're worth?–

The doctor had not realized his words. The defeat on his face grew again as he was defeated by himself. He looked down to hide his embarrassment.

—You're the one who said that,– He exclaimed. —However, it is not true.–

Louis looked at him again.

—Look at you, so intelligent, so beautiful. So mine.– He kissed his cheek. —But I can't have you, your soul doesn't want to be consumed by your lord and master.–

His delusions of grandeur only made Louis more enthusiastic, bucking his hips into the mask. His hands squeezed the mummified shoulders avoiding falling to the ground, the rain had not ended and now the lightning accompanied them.

—I could never have met you, and still, you would have been better than me.

The compliment made the doctor moan, leaving free access to the opponent to manipulate him at will. The God's long, wet tongue tasted at Louis's skin, creating sensations he hadn't experienced in decades. In his moment of weakness, he felt how he swore eternal love to his tissues with a single snap; When in reality, he was hanging from the ravine. He got out of his trance to see how Dýo opened a portal with the now restored necklace. The storm accompanied his evil intentions as he took his said son with a single claw. His eyes totally devoid of mercy watched the doctor fight for his life near the abyss.

—I'm sorry,– He murmured. —You would never have let me do it.–

—Do what!?

—This!

The claw dismembered the statue completely to rip out its mummified heart. Now exposed it cold be seen its violet color similar to lavender, full of scaly spines.

—You are not the perfect organism, my love.– He mocked him. —This magnificent... thing is.–

Nicephore's gaze clouded entirely with anger, disappointment, sadness, anything but surprise. He wasn't surprised to be betrayed in such a way, he always knew it.

And almost succumbing to the void, he saw how Dýo entered the portal to the heavens, keeping the heart close to his. Just like it did with him once.

He was gone.