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Desire [White x Bam]

day 5, and here’s my disastrous god pining for bam

genre: NSFW-ish? it’s suggestive at the end at least

trigger warnings: the fact that it includes White should really say it?? he’s getting quite forceful with Bam at the end, so please don’t read if this makes you uncomfortable; also there’s some mentions of violence

summary: White doesn’t like how weak Viole is, so he decides to show him what it means to be a god.

Every single sin in the Tower started the same way – with an innocent look of pure curiosity. Well, almost innocent in this case. White wasn't foreign with the concept of irregulars, and he knew how powerful they could be. He usually didn't think too much when meeting such individuals. White liked putting people into boxes. The first one was titled “potential preys”, and the second one didn't really have a name. It existed only because not everyone fit into the previous one. After all, a true god needed some kind of selection to decide who is worthy of being cut with his blade.

White met Jue Viole Grace on the Hell Express, and the first thing he felt was curiosity with a bit of unease. What was different about him? Maybe the fact how plain he looked? Jue Viole Grace, or Bam as some called him, wasn't the first person that you thought of when thinking “strong”. Quite the opposite. At first, he appeared to be just another D-rank regular. Not particularly outstanding one to be precise. White didn't like his eyes, though. They were odd. The Tower was supposed to taint even the most innocent souls that tried to climb it, but White couldn't find a single sign of poison in Viole's golden orbs. They were filled with a childlike determination. White had met people like this before. They're always led by a desire to change the world, and lose all their hopes after a minor inconvenience. They never realize how pathetic their human lives truly are. White was above selflessness. Gods had to be selfish, otherwise they won't be able to achieve more than mere mortals. Because we all start as innocent. And White strongly believed that the only way to destroy one's biggest weakness was to embrace your own corruption.

“I'll taint you, Slayer nominee,” he promised. “If you want to be a god, you'll have to become a demon first.”

The second time when White met Viole was during their battle. The boy looked different, and his aura made White sick. He wanted to fight for both his friends, and enemies. Even though they were in the middle of a slaughter, his gaze held an internal peace within it. Viole's eyes looked as if there was a piece of his soul in every drop of blood spilled throughout the Tower's history. He fought not to win, but to find his very own self in the battle. And that was the reason why White lost. The people who once worshiped his godhood out of fear, left him when a kinder ruler came. They rebelled against a superior being, and White wanted to make sure they'll face the consequences.

“I think you misunderstood me. I've never had any desire to become a god,” Viole stated calmly.

“All I care about is protecting what's dear to me. If the only path leading to it is abandoning my humanity, then I'll create a different one.”

The Slayer nominee's innocence was both repulsive, and alluring. White couldn't take his eyes off him. The more he observed Viole, the more a disdainful voice in his head tried to whisper that swordsman's interest wasn't limited only to disgust. A pair of dark eyes watched Viole silently, hiding in the shadows. Such a tasty meal he'd make, wouldn't he? FUG's new toy, Jue Viole Grace, was indeed an interesting individual.

White licked his lips as he approached the boy. “Aren't you curious about it all, Slayer nominee?”

Bam blinked in surprise, not sure where the man came from.

“I don't think I understand what you're refering to,” he replied.

The Slayer lifted Bam's chin up to meet his eyes. He was a little too close for Viole's comfort.

“Don't you wonder what would become of you if you abandoned your weaknesses?” White grinned at the idea. Tainting his Slayer candidate seemed tempting, just like a forbidden fruit that he wanted to eat so badly. “Wouldn't it be much more divine, Viole? Your whole being corrupted with pure power that no one else could even dream of.”

Bam shuddered at the sound of his name. It felt dirty when it fell from his lips, so dirty.

“Don't touch me,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “We'll never be the same.”

White chuckled at his little plaything's rejection. He didn't obey his wish, though. White liked it when his prey fought back.

“Aren't we already similar, Slayer nominee?”

Bam's eyes widened in shock, but he immediately shook his head. The swordsman smirked as he saw that Viole let his guard down. Before Bam could even notice, he was pinned to the wall with a pale hand that now held him by the throat.

“You're denying your true nature, Viole.” White seemed pleased with the picture appearing in front of his eyes. The brunet desperately tried to breathe, and his face covered itself in a mix of various hues of red. How vulnerable.

White lightly loosened his grip to prevent his pretty prey from suffocating. He placed his free hand on Viole's hip, though, to remain the restraint of his movements.

Bam gasped, glad he could finally breathe again. “We're nothing alike!” Fury slowly started to consume his golden eyes. “You've murdered innocent people for your own pleasure, what kind of god does that?!”

“The unblemished one.” A quiet chuckle left White's lips once again. He closed the distance between him and Bam, nibbling his earlobe. “The perfect one, little Slayer. The one that didn't allow the corruption of innocence reach their godhood.” His voice was breathy and low, almost incoherent. “I'll show you how to become a god, Viole. Don't you need more power to protect that pathetic friends of yours?”

“They are not pathetic,” Bam disagreed instantly.

“But they still need to rely on you to stay alive.”

Bam gulped nervously. He's right.

“...what would I need to do?” Bam wasn't sure if asking White for help was a good idea. Didn't he want to eat his soul? But, for now, doing it was the best possible way to get stronger.

A mischievous grin appeared on the Slayer's face. “Oh, nothing much. Just be obedient with me,” his hand suddenly moved from Viole's hip, stroking his thigh. “And surrender to your instinct's desires. We'll have some fun, little one.”

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veritas316 · 7 years

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July 4th, a day most everyone knows and remembers. But what exactly happened on this day 241 years ago? And why was is so important? Why is the Declaration of Independence so important to America's history, and what did it mean for the ones who wrote and signed it?

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We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” (U.S 1776)

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Today freedom is rarely thought of, it is often taken for granted and misunderstood. Most notably by the members of my own generation, and for this my heart weeps. Because to me, freedom is not free. Freedom should be appreciated and protected, at all costs. Freedom is what we celebrate today, for although the writers of the Declarations battle was just beginning. We look back with pride. We look and see the American spirit and steadfast bravery.

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