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[balladofaldelis]

PROMPTOBER 2023 DAY 9: MORE

A bit of Valas this time! Much shorter than most of my pieces so far.

PROMPTOBER 2023 MASTERLIST

Mild NSFW below the cut

Nothing is ever enough for Valas. No, he always seems to need more.

More corpses to fill his army of undead, creating more blood splattered across pristine floors, bending instantly to his will. More trust from his friends, more assurance that they won't leave him, no matter what he has to do to accomplish that. More control, so that nothing will ever go wrong again, so that even if they try to leave it will be an impossible option.

He needs more resets, more power over time. He needs to flit back and forth as if indecisive, testing out every option that he can in conversations to see what happens until he settles for the final one. He needs more chances to shape everything the way he sees fit, experience the world as though playing a child's game.

He needs more of Wynn. More of his soft flesh in his hands, more of the way he never seems to want to leave no matter what horrific thing he learns about Valas. He needs more of his voice, of his touch, of his heart bared open to Valas freely, all his.

"More," is all he can whisper as Wynn draws hands along his stomach, trailing down, further and further.

"More," he says to the corpses as they tear into his victims, watching their bodies become a pile of viscera, pieces of them flung across the room. Streaks of blood are no more than decorative ribbons to him.

"More," as fingers dance along his thighs, worshipping them as if holy.

"More," as he ensures that he isn't, securing his place in Hell tenfold. Oh, but if only he could go to Hell.

No, there is only this wretched mortal realm waiting for him. Its pleasures are few and he desires them all, desperate for something new, but the more desperate he is the more he realises wishing for it is only going to be his downfall. Everything has changed ever since Wynn arrives and it won't stop.

But gods, for this divine bliss he would let the whole world burn. He arches into the touch, but as he goes to whisper that sweet word one more time, Wynn beats him to it.

"More?" he coos, reaching out to touch his face tenderly. Valas tilts his face into the touch with a whimper, a soft blush warming his face. "But Valas, you already have it all."

And Wynn proves it a million times over.

dividers: by saradika