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goodeapple · 4 months

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someone could come love me, if somebody knew me

AS IT WAS PROMISED, SO SHALL IT BE BESTOWED.

"Aemond has a dragon dick, send tweet."

pairing : Aemond x Ysilla (Rhaenyra'sDaughter!OC)

warnings : Pretty tame I'd say- handjobs, slight oral play, fantasy of exhibitionism, Aemond's dark little mind & his big ole dragon dick.

word count : 3,000+

title from "fue mejor", Kali Uchis & SZA

Ysilla’s line of sight darts to his crotch, peering intensely at the leather holding him in. She stares, gaze unbroken and unbothered, even as he fidgets under her scrutiny.

“Can I see it?”

Her inflection is curious, lacking a lustful lilt and somehow, that makes this all the more humiliating.

“I am not a thing for you to study, wicked girl.” The Dragon Prince snarls. He feels heat pulsate in his face. As if he is a monster, reduced to the oddity of his anatomy instead of the man, the scholar, the fighter he has fashioned himself to be by his own will and his own way. But now, he is nothing but a butterfly pinned in place as strangers pick him apart with a sickened curiosity. The socket of his absent eye aches wildly, a sympathetic partner to the abnormality between his knees.

“Pleaseee, Uncle.” His niece’s pleading compels her to her feet, her fingers lacing together to bring a begging fist under her chin. Her heart-shaped face is cherubic, lips parted in a prayer that Aemond wants to answer with his tongue. Or better yet, his cock. The vision of that, of him feeding every fat inch of his pole downdowndown her throat, until she would choke on him and make sweet tears roll down her cheeks… it seems so real, so well within his limits to make true.

Aemond snorts, tossing her a disdainful look, one he musters from his very tangible dislike for her and those she holds closest.

“Don’t beg, Silli, it doesn’t suit you. I said no- I’m positive you’ve never heard that before, but I’m not your papa.” His sneer twists his thin lips down, transforming his regal visage into something ugly. “I won’t give into your every whim just because you bat those pretty eyes at me.”

Ysilla gazes blithely back at him, swaying on the balls of her feet. Her dress flutters around her ankles, the delicate chains wrapped around the fragile bone there catching the candlelight. She’s barefoot- curiously. Her amber satin slippers were shucked off at the door before she had sunk into the too big chair in the center of his room. To quite simply make herself comfortable- to carve out a space wherever she lands, is a trait Aemond finds irritating but commendable.

At once, an impish smile illuminates her face, her irises lavender in bloom. “You think my eyes are pretty?”

Aemond bottles in a groan, gritting his teeth in exasperation. Such a little brat.

“That’s swell because… I think yours are pretty too, Uncle. Especially your hidden jewel.” Ysilla draws closer and closer, and the walls seem to cinch around them. She shouldn’t be here- he may be her blood but Ysilla is unwed and young and beautiful beyond her means. He should have sent her away when she came knocking, a small bound journal promising something of importance to him, her ticket into his den. Giddiness had manifested in the trembling of her fingers and he couldn't lie- he was intrigued. If only to watch Ysilla’s fire extinguish when he paid no thought to whatever had caught her fancy.

“I dreamt about it last night. It adorned my crown- not my tiara- my crown as Queen. Nestled front and center, staring down any man, any woman, who kneeled before me. Guarding me, protecting me, loyal… to me.”

Aemond puts desperate distance between them, her words striking a match within him.

Ysilla’s spiraling locks threaded through the Conqueror’s Crown, refined but still imposing, seated on the forged throne. Aemond gleaming in white, a striking savior at her side, first Lord Commander of the Queensguard. And even when he cannot be there, his jewel watches over all. An All Seeing Eye. He does not replace his surrogate orb. It be a piece of himself he shells out to shield her, and then, when they’re together, he’s comple-

The back of his knees meet resistance and he stills, refusing to bask in the jasmine gust brought forth by his niece’s closeness. She brings her palm to his jerkin covered chest and presses- urging, asking. Aemond stares down at her. She’s so tiny compared to him, so much smaller, weaker but she might as well have a blade to his throat.

He gives, settling into the armchair, wishing to become one with the buttons and the stitchings. When she drops to her knees, it is with a grace that is ingrained in her, blended into every shift of her body.

“I want to touch you, Aemond. I want to make you feel good.”

Her hand creeps along, fingertips dancing over his clothed thigh, conquering the distance to his laces like a soldier riding through a battlefield. Aemond feels himself start to surrender, a loss he will still win as the heat from Ysilla’s palm leeches through the hide of his breeches. He’s warm all over, tongue heavy in his mouth, words too much to muster. Beads of sweat lick their way down the nape of his neck.

Ysilla stares at him, her chest level with his knees. There’s too much light in here. He can see every delicious inch of her. No shadows to hide in, no darkness to dim her. She’s all propped up and on display in the late evening sun beaming through the balcony doors. Every beauty mark dotted along her spun sugar skin is penciled in by hand from the Gods, each strand of blackblue hair dancing away from the heat of her blistering surface. It makes this dream too real. He doesn’t know what he’ll do when he blinks and she blows away like a puff of smoke. He breathes out, nerves spiraling in his stomach and spreads his knees.

Aemond doesn’t make a habit of looking at himself. He washes and dresses with a detachment perfected over the years. When he realized how he differed, when his voice dropped and his bones stretched him to the brim and something else grew right along with him, he had floundered on how to handle it.

Who was he supposed to ask? His mother was out of the question- Aemond would rather crawl through smoldering embers after scooping out his other eye before he went to her. Aegon was self explanatory; his brother’s failed attempt to drag him down the Street of Silk was enough humiliation to last a lifetime. He toyed with the idea of going to Ser Criston or his grandfather, and some days it did seem tempting but his shame always held him tight by the throat. He was already different, already looked down upon with a pitiful gaze and whispered poor Prince Aemond, such a waste and no eye, no prospects, no future. He didn’t feel like piling on to his already stacked deck.

“You have to… yeah, and then untie me from, right, just like that.” The back of his eyelid and the pitch of his patch are a comforting darkness as he cycles through the prayers in his head. Warrior, grant me the strength to emerge- no. Mother, I ask your mercy- definitely not. Father, may you judge me justly. Yes, it’s solid, spans the points he needs to make. Aemond settles on it and repeats it, backwards and forwards as the tension imprisoning him in his breeches releases and he feels something spring up and off the flat plains of his abdomen.

“Aemond… Uncle, look at me.” He sucks in a breath through his teeth, ending his litany. It’s no use, his Gods are not listening. He hopes, he regrets, and he caves as he looks down at his lap.

The tip of it curves into a point, not sharp but defined. Blunt thickness runs through his shaft, until the base of him flares garishly into a hard knot. It’s as long as his forearm and thicker than his wrist. He always seems to be at attention, at mast at every surge of adrenaline, every lingering puff of perfume, every dashing neckline of Ysilla’s gowns when she curtsies- no, reign it in. A viciously red mushroom-tapered head splits to allow a bead of excitement to form and trickle down the lengthy march to his stones. He winces, his cock giving a readied pulse as his niece’s palm settles over his groin.

“Oh, Gods,” Ysilla looks upon him with a wonderment he’s never seen. It stills the air in his lungs. “Aemond, you’re beautiful.”

Shamefully, that sends him whimpering, the honeyed praise in her tone wrapping him in a caress that stokes the heat in his belly. She glances up at him with a gentle curiosity, but her attention quickly returns between his legs as he jerks from her proximity and the damp warmth of her exhaling breath.

“Ooohhh, he’s happy to see me.” Her grin is wicked, a toothy pluck of her mouth. Her cheeks are pinker than the Dornish dress Baela gifted her on her nameday last week.

Cheeky brat.

Ysilla hocks spit into her hand and Aemond grimaces. Being raised with only brothers has certainly left an impression on her. It's not oil but it’ll do in a pinch. Her fingers are lithe and thin, hands dainty already but seeing one trying to wrap around him? It’s laughable. It’s arousing- painfully so.

“You didn’t let me finish earlier.” Now that he has nothing to do but listen, his crafty little niece seems to have taken advantage of his predicament. Aemond can’t help but feel a tiny bit impressed. “So when I found the book in the Dragonstone stacks, after I cleaned off the layers of dust, I read all about the many men in Targaryen history who have been… afflicted by this… hardship. Aegon the Conqueror, Maegor the Cruel- which may have played a part in the six wives- but the last documented entry was well over 50 years ago. A tale forgotten to time and dismissed all the same as just another peculiarity with our family. But this Aemond…” she pumps him slowly, demanding his attention, making him bow for her even when she’s the one on her knees.

“We are closer to Gods than to men. By our dragons of course, but by this as well! You are something special, can’t you see that?” He likes to hear her excited. Her passion is appetizing, drawing him in to take a bite.

His ego perks up at her attention, but so does his pride. Dragons don’t like to share. Aemond doesn’t like to share. “How do you know if it’s not just me who's been ‘afflicted’?”

Ysilla shrugs, and he doesn’t know her well enough to tell if she’s being untruthful. “I’m very thorough in my research. Just not as quite… hands on as I’m being with you. You’ve always been my favorite uncle.”

Aemond could take her by the hair, twist it nice and tight around his fist, rise to his feet, keep her down on her knees where she belongs- not just there but with him and thrust down her throat until he taps her heart.

“Did you ask my brother the same way you’re asking me?” Aemond growls, nudging at her knee with the side of his boot. He wants to touch her but he has to be careful. His resolve is thinning by the minute and he fears that if he can actually feel her- the suppleness of her skin, the silkiness of her hair, he’ll give way and start something that cannot be undone.

“Nope, I asked Helaena. Girls talk, Aemond, especially over a flagon of wine.” She elbows his thigh in retribution, but it’s gentle and frivolous and the smile she gives him is all teeth. Fuck, she’s lovely.

Aemond’s hips jump off the chair, chasing the heat of Ysilla’s hands. She smirks, stroking him softly, the delight in her eyes dimming down to lusty pools of amaranthine.

“So you’re doing this out of what, kindness?”

“I like to think of it more as academic curiosity. But, if I can help you become more comfortable with this part of yourself and maybe even aid your future wife in the process, well that’s just all sugar then, isn’t it?”

“I won’t marry, I will bear no children. I might as well take the Black.” Aemond recites, his tone bored to tears. His future fizzled out to ash once he realized there was no way in any Realm that he could ever properly lay with a woman. He couldn’t, wouldn’t damn any wife to a hopeless tomorrow. Occupying himself with other things helped- he’s a resourceful man. After all, great men never got anywhere by thinking with their cocks.

Ysilla’s brow furrows and her jaw ticks, an unhappy look passing over her face. “Never say never, Aemond.”

His dick pulses, and Ysilla’s eyes go wide, feeling the might of him in her own grip. She raises her gaze back to this face, and the dazzlement there makes him feel taller than tales.

Aemond smirks, his straight laces loosening. “I like when you call me that.”

She pumps him, tightly, and he shivers, a gasp slipping through his drooping jaw. There’s a burn at the base of his spine, a familiar one he would entertain only when his needs raged a war within him.

Her lips are pouted, shimmering in the dusk drawing the room into darkness. He wants to see the stars sparkle over her skin, the moon crest over her breasts in a gauzy beam. Wants to peel off every offending layer until she’s naked, slick and soft and starving for him and the beast between his legs.

A stranded curl sways in front of her eye, caught in her fanning lash. His fingers twitch, starting forward before he anchors his nails through the furniture’s stuffing and right down to the frame. Ysilla’s tongue flicks out, wetting her parched lips.

“Do you want to touch me?”

She wears the crown as she rides him, the Throne Room’s chandelier haloing her dramatically. He’s not sure if they’re alone- the embrace of her hand about his throat keeps his attention on where it is demanded. On her. If there are any stragglers stupid enough to hang around, what an honor it is for them to witness a mating, a claiming. The Dragon Queen taking what’s rightfully hers, for the Gods and everyone to see.

“No.”

“You’re a liar, my Prince.” That’s even better than his name, fuck him.

“I think you want to touch me. I think you want to feel me. I think you want to see… just how far… I’m willing to go.” One solid lick of her tongue, from the root of him to the tip, sends him careening over the edge. Aemond gasps raggedly, a man broken apart. His cock jerks, nearly knocking him in the jaw. Thick ropes of creamy pearl stripe his chest and coat his throat.

His niece milks him, left hand rubbing up and down his shaft, feeling the veins jump and throb against her palm. And the right, fucks sake, the right squeezes around the flared part of him and the tremors jolt right down to his sack.

“Mmmm, good boy, Aemond.”

A final burst of cum bubbles up and over the tip of him, and he tries not to shout. Sweet relief blankets the scald from his peak, and the Prince can breathe with a newfound ease.

Ysilla spreads her fingers apart, and his spend webs between them in a milky film. Aemond can’t be sure what she’s thinking, how she’s feeling. But what he certainly doesn’t expect is for her to bring up her fingers to brush at her mouth, plush lips spreading to peek out her tongue. He catches her wrist before she can commit the act, and if he bruises her with his grip, she deserves it for her lustfulness.

“Don’t.”

Ysilla studies his face, weighing if she can push her luck some more tonight. She concedes, peppering a butterfly kiss across his knuckles, wiping her soiled hand on the fur under her knees. Aemond’s chest tightens and he can’t understand why her simple kiss sends him blushing more than her fist around his cock.

“Next time, then.”

Hunger nips at him harshly, all the ways they can come together, and cum together, flashing through his mind.

“There will be no next time-”

“Mmmm, I don’t know if he agrees with that.” She presses her puckered lips just shy of his wet slit, and his hips buck from the sensitivity. Her giggle is demented and a dark part of the silver prince wants to push something down her throat to shut her up.

“Don’t you have something better to waste your time with? Aren’t you supposed to be looking for a husband?” Aemond rumbles, slouched in his seat. All tension drained from him, his legs weak and wobbling from the force of his climax. He feels as if he is up in the clouds, no dragon necessary.

Ysilla sniffs, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a twist. “I will marry whomever I tell my mother I have accepted. And if no one has caught my eye, we will try again next year.”

She maneuvers him back into his breeches, and if Aemond were a lesser man, he’d whine at the loss of her smooth touch. The leather suffocates him immediately and it feels so wrong.

“Who better to guide me in the art of pleasing my husband,” Ysilla looks deep into his eye as she speaks the title, and the Prince feels caught, “whomever that may be, than you? No mere man will ever compare to you, in this aspect.” Ysilla finishes his laces off with a bow, hands tucking behind her innocently as she sits back on her toes.

“In any aspect.” Aemond thinks he means to snarl in a self-righteous manner, but it’s clear to his own ears what he intends. The thought of Ysilla being on her knees for another, warm and wanting and welcoming for someone that is not him, blazes him with envy.

Ysilla beams, and Aemond feels like a trout swallowing the worm- hooked, reeled, and gutted.

“I’m glad we have an agreement then.”

#hotd #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen smut #ysilla targaryen #someone could come love me if somebody knew me #my writing

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admistedenslush · 10 months

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Eve’s Curse - Aemond Targaryen/Reader

Summary: In paradise, you and Jace live peacefully until a fallen angel disturbs the peace.

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With bare feet, you stand in the dirt under the towering tree, whose shade shields you from the hot rays of the sun.

You embrace the evergreen intimately, with your right cheek and breasts pressed against the trunk, feeling the hard coarse surface on your skin.

Small cracking noises and rustling of the woods disturbed your tranquil mood. Looking past the tree, you take a careful glance at your surroundings.

You didn't even realize you were holding your breath until your pounding heart ached in your chest.

A wave of unfamiliar emotions washes over you, disrupting the calm that once defined your existence. As your stomach clenches, you spin around, searching for your beloved Jace.

As you whirl around, your eyes widen with alarm at the sight of a tall figure standing before you. Before you can let out a scream, his massive palm clamps over your mouth, taking your breath away.

As your lips grew warm, an unfamiliar sensation. The trickle of your saliva under his hand intensified the burning, creating a discomfort that you resisted the urge to react to.

Instead, your unwavering gaze remained fixed on the captivating man standing before you. There was an undeniable allure in his presence, his beauty radiating, that held you captivated.

Noticing the tears welling in your eyes, the man withdrew his hand from your mouth, understanding the profound impact his touch had on you.

“An angel's touch can set a mortal ablaze,” he murmured, his voice tinged with an air of mystery.

Intrigued, you took a shallow breath, your voice barely a whisper as you responded in wonder, “An angel?

The man looked down at you; he smiled with a glint of laughable pity in his eyes, muttering sweetly

“Looks like your master couldn't keep a tight leash on you?”

The man's sardonic grin betrayed his condescending thoughts as he found the humor in an otherwise dim-witted exchange.

Your throat caught up with the collecting saliva in his mouth, spluttering before you could even plead for mercy.

“Faint of heart, dear girl?”

With a quiver in your voice and a furrowed brow, you timidly pose the question, “Who are you?”

His smirking visage seemed to glow with amusement as he hummed in response, offering his answer with a glint in his eye, “Thank you for inquiring. I go by the name of Aemond, my dear.”

“Aemond? The fallen angel? The foe of the gods?” you spoke with a hint of newfound confidence, seeking confirmation.

Enraged and consumed by anger, Aemond grasped your throat, robbing you of breath again, and leaned in close to your face, his lip in a snarl.

“Soon, you will come to understand who the true enemy is. The gods, who forsake their creations out of fear of their knowledge,” he declared.

Gasping for air, you spoke through his tight grip.

“You are the one who denied my race and refused to submit to Jace,” you choked out.

“Why should I bow down to a mere mortal, composed of nothing but dust and clay?” he replied, his voice dripping with fury. He continued,

“He should worship my scorching flames, for I am forged from fire, a force too mighty for that boy to ever tame.”

His thick hand wrapped around your throat, ignited a soft, involuntary moan to escape your lips. As you yearned for release from the exhilarating tension that coiled within your being, you pressed your thighs together, seeking solace in the delicate embrace.

Aemonds eyes shimmered, forgetting his anger. “But you enjoy it, don't you, my dear? You relish my touch.”

You were left breathless, unable to even contemplate Jace's whereabouts. The fallen angel released you from its grip and directed its gaze back to the grand tree.

“Tell me, what did the gods reveal to you and the boy with mousy hair concerning the saplings of Eden?”

You studied the man with caution, your thoughts still somewhat fuzzy, longing for the warmth of his touch.

“They warned us against consuming the fruit.”

Aemond, displaying his ever-growing cunningest, retorted with a sly smile, “So, the gods told you that you can't eat from any tree in this splendid garden?”

You responded, your innocence shining through," We may enjoy the fruit of all the trees except for one. The Gods warned us not to partake of the fruit of the tree in the center, cautioning that touching it would lead to death.”

Aemond glanced at his feet before meeting your gaze once again. With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he declared, “You see, this whole idea of the forbidden tree, it's all just a sham. Can't you see that? It's meant to scare you into denying yourself earthly delights. You won't die. In fact, the gods know that once you take a bite, your eyes will be opened, and you'll ascend to their level, understanding the realms of good, evil, and desire. They won't have control over you anymore.”

Then, he added in a low tone, “Don't you yearn to experience genuine pleasure? You enjoyed the way I touched you… what if I were to show you even more?”

You coyly concealed your hands behind your back, offering Aemond a sweet smile as you looked up at him through fluttering lashes. “Do you think we should ask Jace to join us as well?” you teased, a playful edge to your voice.

Aemond, reveling in the game, trailed his fingers through your hair, tilting his head ever so slightly. “Oh, my dear,” he purred, his voice dripping with his cunning charm, “that sounds positively wicked. Let's make it a delightful trio.”

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zorejar · 2 years

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Of young maid Olysam and the King Serpent / Оповідь про Олисам-дівку та Царевича Змій

A nebokrajan etiological myth explaining how humankind discovered fire and got themselves a soul. English and Ukrainian versions below:

OF YOUNG MAID OLYSAM AND THE KING SERPENT

It happened when creation was new; when first men didn't yet have a soul and lived amongst beasts, and died like beasts. A man and a woman had a daughter, a young maid whose name was Olysam. She was their only child and they loved her much, and she was of great joy to them.

The creation was new, and so they knew only summer and never had they saw a winter; but nevertheless, winter came. And they saw how weeds died and animals hidden, and they didn't know how to find food, and their home and garments were unfit for the cold. And so they knew they were to die soon, and the wife got very ill.

And the daughter said: Don’t you despair, my beloveds, for I will go to the Brass mountain, where the Serpent King resides; I will go to his mountain and I will take him as my husband, and you will be named his mother and father, and he will save us, for we are his kin.

Man and woman cried, as she was their only daughter and she was of great joy to them; and the girl cried, for she didn't want to take a serpent as her husband. And so they fashioned her in bride garments, and they laid her on a boat, and gave her trinkets, and sent the boat across the river. And Olysam laid in a boat for three days and three nights, until she crossed the river to the other side. She took her trinkets and knocked on the Brass gates, and a voice asked her: ‘Who are you, intruder, knocking on my Brass gates, when it is not your time?’

The girl said: ‘I am Olysam, the daughter of man, and I came here to take the Serpent King, the Lord of the Soul, as my husband.’

'Why would you want a serpent as your husband, girl?'

'For my family is dying and only he can save them, and I have nothing else to give.'

'Come and look at me, then.'

And so the Brass gates opened, and the girl wandered forward. And she saw a palace of great beauty, and a husbandry of great wealth, and on the throne there sat the Serpent King. He was an old man of frightening appearance; his beard was long and green, and all kinds of weeds were entwined in his hair: wyrmwood and sage, and thornapple, and periwinkle; his neck was long and scaled, like that of a snake, and his face was golden, and he himself glistened like a gem.

‘Do you still wish to take me as your husband, girl?’ he asked.

‘Your visage frightens me beyond any words’ she said ‘But I will do it, if you save my beloveds’

‘If you take me as your husband, and I take you as my wife, then you shall never return to the world of men’ he said ‘For when you share a meal and a bed with this world, you become a part of it’

‘I agree to it still’ she said ‘If you save my beloveds’

The Serpent King marveled at the girl’s fortitude. He ordered his serfs to forge a flame in mountain’s deep, and he gave it to her in a golden basket.

‘You will now return to your beloveds, Olysam, the daughter of man’ he said ‘and you will give them my flame; and with it you will light your houses, and fright the beasts away, and lure them into your traps; and when you kill them, with my flame you will cook their meat'

‘But what of our marriage?’ the girl asked.

‘From now on, when a man dies, he won't return to earth like a beast would. Instead, he will enter my husbandry as a spirit; that is our marriage. And you shall be the first to die, Olysam, daughter of man, and the day of your funeral shall be the day of our wedding."

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ОПОВІДЬ ПРО ОЛИСАМ-ДІВКУ ТА ЦАРЕВИЧА ЗМІЙ

Сталося це тоді, коли іще світ був новим; коли людина не мала ще душі, а жила серед звіра, і вмирала, як звір. Були собі чоловік та жінка, і була у них донька, молода дівка, що звали її Олисам. Була вона в них єдиною дитиною, і вони нею дуже тішились.

Отож, світ був новим, і людина тоді знала тільки літо, і не знала вона зими; але зима прийшла. І побачили люди, як усохла рослинність, і сховався у норах весь звір; і не знали вони, як знайти їм їжі, а їх дім та одежа були непридатні для холоду. Зрозуміли тоді люди, що скоро прийде до них смерть, і жінка вже занедужала.

Тоді сказала донька: — Не журіться же ви, мої любі, бо відправлюся я до Мідної гори, де володарює Царевич змій; туди я відправлюся, і візьму його за чоловіка, і назветеся ви його батьком і матір'ю; і доведеться йому тоді нас врятувати, бо не зможе він залишити у біді свого роду.

Заплакали тоді жінка із чоловіком, бо то була їх єдина донька, і вони нею дуже тішились; і сама дівка заплакала, бо не хотілося їй брати змія за нареченого. Тоді одягли вони дівчину у весільний стрій, і поклали її у човен, і поклали із нею усякого добра, що в них було, і пустили човен по ріці. Пролежала Олисам у човні три дні та три ночі, аж поки не пристав він до берега. Тоді взяла вона усе добро, що при ній було, і постукала вона у Мідні ворота. І спитав її голос: — Хто ти, чужинко, що стучить у мої ворота, коли ще не настав її час?

Відповіла тоді дівка: — Я Олисам, людська донька, і я прийшла взяти Зміїного царевича, Господаря душі, за свого чоловіка.

— Чого же ти волієш узяти змія за свого чоловіка?

— Бо родина моя вмирає, і лише він спроможний її врятувати; а більше дати йому мені нічого.

— Заходь тоді, і роздивися мене, як слід.

Відчинилися тоді Мідні ворота, і дівчина увійшла. І предстали перед нею палати великої краси, і господарство великого достатку, і на престолі перед нею возсідав сам Царевич змій. Був він старим чоловіком химерної подоби: борода його була довгою та зеленою, і були у неї уплетені цвіт-зілля різного виду: шавлія та полин, і дурман, і барвінок; шия в його була довга та луската, неначе в змії, і обличчя в його було позолоченим, а сам він виблискував, наче смарагд.

— Усе ще волієш взяти мене за чоловіка, дівко?

— Подоба ваша химерна, і страшить мене так, що словом не скажеш, — зізналася Олисам, — але я піду на це, якщо ви врятуєте тих, що мені любі.

— Коли візьмеш мене за чоловіка, а я тебе — за жінку, то не повернешся вже до світу людей, — сказав він, — Бо розділивши з цим світом їжу та ліжко, назавжди залишишся його частиною.

— І на це я піду, — відказала дівка, — Якщо ви врятуєте тих, що мені любі.

Зміїний царевич дивувався її стійкості. Він наказав своїм служкам скувати пломінь у гірських глибинах, і дав його дівці у позолоченім кошику.

— Ти повернешся до своїх рідних, Олисам, донько людини, — сказав він, — і ти принесеш їм мій вогонь; і моїм вогнем ви запалите оселі, і моїм вогнем ви будете гнати звіра в свої пастки; і коли ви уб’єте звіра, моїм вогнем ви зготуєте його м’ясо.

— А як щодо нашого шлюбу?

— Із цього часу і надалі, як вмре людина — не повернеться вона до землі, як то робить звір. Натомість, увійде вона духом в мої володіння; це і буде наш шлюб. І ти будеш першою на смерть, і день твого хорону буде днем нашого весілля.

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“My fell teacher!”

Selena struck a pose seldom seen. With her hand splayed over her visage, arms crossed over her body, and her leg lifted in teetering balance, her one unobscured eye pierce through the corridor. Finally, I’ve found him. Let’s do this. She played up a convincing smile.

“I challenge you to a duel of the fates! Come, test your malevolent powers against my chosen steel, the fierce Skywalker Saber, its blade tainted by the blood of many a powerful foe! Lo, my prowess has been forged in the fires of Mustafar, from which no soul returns unscathed! Let my blade seek its vengeance, piercing through your defenses in a morbid imperial march! Come at thee, Odin Dark, scion of darkness, whet my razor-edge!”

behold! a fiery-haired challenger approaches, brimming with hubris and folly! such eagerness in the face of foolish exploits....

"ha! not a bad start." he brandishes a hand, more than eager to play along. "but your words resound like the wails of lost souls, seeking purpose in a futile quest. you DARE to brandish the skywalker saber, yet FAIL to grasp its true power! the fires of mustafar may have tempered your blade, but they have also seared away your reason. do you truly believe that a mere weapon, no matter how storied its history, can stand against the darkness that RAGES through my veins? your steel may thirst for vengeance, but it is nothing compared to the SOUL-SHATTERING ABYSS that resides within me. count thy blessings, for i still regard thee as a friend rather than a veritable adversary. were you a true foe, i would unleash untold DEVASATION upon you with but a whisper, shattering your feeble defenses and rendering your saber asunder."

odin chuckles darkly.

"but if this is your wish...then COME, MISGUIDED SOUL! witness the true might of the obsidian darkness. let us dance this dance of fate, but know that your steps lead only to hellish oblivion."

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OC SHOWCASE #0

HYVANN: Gyganos soldier

Origins

=3044 A.D. the 30th Gaian Century=

Humanity was the in the middle of a great era, an era of understanding, growth, and independence thanks to the efforts and sacrifices of many across the years. From this prideful spirit came the desire to venture into the many unknowns that besieged our world and beyond, with one of the first steps being earthbound in origin, the formation of the Southern Cross government in the Antarctic continent of the South Pole; from which many scientific studies and expeditions across the icy caps and snow filled fields of the pole were carried out by insightful scholars in the field. Unfortunately...this desire would prove to be one of the first steps into a drastic shift for our race and our future...

In the Eve of Christmas, a group of scientists would uncover...a creature of great size, and with it a forgotten den...a temple, filled with never-to-be-seen markings and artifacts that belonged to an unknown civilization! Like locusts they took what they could to their homelands for further inspection outside the harsh Antarctic soil, unknowingly triggering the rise of a foreboding force of great power and vile design.

Much to the terror and dismay of the science division of the UK plus the company backing them up, "Nina", their so-called mistress of secrets..woke up from a prolonged slumber and wasted no time in bringing fire and ash to these foolish humans. Simultaneously via a special telepathic/Synaptic link...triggered a special command to the temple to rise back up in the South Pole! The Swarm known to this day as the ZARKRYGON had thus made contact with humankind and has turned the once "prosperous" city of London and most of the UK into a Hive fortress, and so was the South Pole with the rise of their Babel-ish Tower of Bioengineering.

In response, plus several alliances forged for the salvation of Earth, from which the past was brushed off, would see the kickstart of Project Talos; from which the Gyganos Soldier Battalions were formed and deployed across the globe as the ultimate force of defense and offense against the many odds stacked against them by the Zarkrygon Swarm!

The Gyganos Soldiers

[PS: Due to the highly secretive nature of their development, most if not all of the information regarding to their origin is highly secured and only accessable for high command, so unfortunately we won't be able to learn the creation, therefore birth of these Mecha Goliaths and therefore Hyvann's birth]

•Height: 100 [approximately]

•weight: 737 [approximately, without equipment]

•Occupant Accommodation: none

•Physique/build: outside of their bulky appearance seen in combat, one of the most interesting details about them is that behind their Masker Plates..hide an androgynous visage that we can't quite pin down why was this design applied in the first place [we can't deny however that it ain't pretty or awe inspiring to see].

•Equipment: [we only have data in regards to standard equipment, but suffice to say that it is known that they have more than what you see here]

•Speed: Despite their bulky and clunky appearance, the Gyganos Soldiers are fast troopers, often throwing off enemies by the fact that something that hulking shouldn't be moving "that fast" on the battlefield! [Speed: Approximately 50-70 km sprinting]

•Strength: still to be determined/ambiguous, but they definitely pack a strong punch! Stronger than any known artillery or machinery in Earth's history and of course surpassing humans by design.

Hyvann [Pronounced as Hi-van]

Hyvann comes from the 118th Battalion known as "Leviathan", as previously said their origin/birth is unknown/classified outside of the propaganda/news coverage which claims "the Gyganos Army are the culmination of Engineering and A.I., all in perfect synchrony to build the ultimate warrior against the ultimate foe." What we do know well about Hyvann is somewhat of a shared trait the Gyganos Army have with each trooper, that is a life-like personality but for Hyvann's spotlight in this file we know that they're a modest, grounded, and introspective individual, composed even in the most harshest of environments; however that doesn't mean they won't just idle and when the moment presents itself, they can dish-out a rather "snarky callback" on the scene, a juxtaposition between being humble and poised.

Unfortunately, that's where we'll end this file by wishing Hyvann and their Battalion the best of luck.

Godspeed, and may Gaia light your way...

Behind the Scenes

•The Gyganos Army/Hyvann, their aesthetic is heavily inspired/influenced by the incredible work of Mech/Art Designer Makoto Kobayashi of Dragon's Heaven & Armored Core fame, going with that blend between Biology and Machinery that in the end produce a dream-like yet functional fusion with his Mecha; all in part thanks to French Artist Moebius being an influence seen in his illustrations.

•Hyvann, if described with all honesty is essentially my take on Shaian from Dragon's Heaven, that mellow yet big presence, almost like having a "big mech papa" or "chunky bud" if that makes sense [unless you've seen the OVA].

•In-Universe Newspaper snippet: I added a shout-out to DeviantArt artist & good buddy of mine, Feyzer for being a great dude in helping me out whenever I advance on my Original Works; he came up with the nickname "Nina" for this <X)

Link to his page if you want to check him out

[PS: I will make a post exclusively focused on the Zarkrygon and "what we know about them so far"]

I'm open for honest feedback and your thoughts on the comments below ^u^ 👇

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X2 ~ Eulogy of a Deadman

Reference ~ No Future ~ ♪"Moje More"♪ Gathering of black-donned Crew gathered around a small row boat. Coffin and flowers scattered in array alongside a Tricorne placed toppled delicately, with a picture-frame of a departed. Awaiting pyre and send-off into the open seas. First to speak was a Sea Maiden, and Counselor, Slafhota, whose hands clung together to keep from shaking holding a steep-burden. Prayers left to shambles. “He came to me in need. Seeking help, believing he was the biggest-screw up this realm has ever seen. But the-fact is his feet braved, open to my waters. He demonstrated conviction most wouldn’t achieve. Especially a pirate-nonetheless… I failed him. The depths of my words didn’t reach in-time.” Empathy writhed upon her visage, her shoulder gently tapped and escorted.

Changing positions. The Wildwood, Zieton, took the stage. “Didn’t care about the heady-pirate at-first. Loud, often obnoxiously-so, crude and boisterously-confident. But you couldn’t change-or-shake the fact at his core. He was genuine, it was obvious, wanting to remove people from misfortune. He would’ve gone to any-lengths to achieve that. Acquiring the world’s burden to retrieve.” Despite his rather-cool demeanor compared to others. His voice-quaked rivers, “My faith soon became… Was the desire, towards seeing him succeed.” Pushed off from the center, a commotion-irritated Raen, Sol ‘Nan’ Akami forged his way.

A ruckus darted-forth, broken-pitch quivering in a bark. Held back by two-other burly men, “Y-You cheeky feline-rat! Damn you!! I won’t forgive this! For leaving me the only survivor! YOU COWARD! WHO'S GONNA BE RESTORATION TO MY DESTRUCTION? I-I CAN’T RULE THE SEAS WITHOUT YOU!” Despite being once a deadly-foe and former enemy, he was broken-heart, that toughness and his often-jokester personality was removed. This was a brother’s grief. Even if not spoken-soon enough or heard in return often, it couldn’t sway their place from another. Fetching his pistol from holster, wanted to shoot that smug-face of the Seeker. But was deterred-away and seized from it, carried off. Small-lalafell, Me-Me, walked in replacement. “Mr.Hat was cool. I liked playing with him and pulling lots of pranks! Although he seemed angry with me a lot, I never felt like I wasn’t welcome and that’s something which made me really happy.” Talking more simply before rushing off to never show-glimpses of her sorrow. She was often the touted-indomitable demon no one could conceive or fathom.

Giant-burly, Hellsguard stomped the ground, dragging feet. Intense-fire often consumed him, now tears streaming down which doused him internally. “...I was fine living my peace, retreated from all. Never again knowing what glory would taste-like. Gave up on my ambition never knowing what I could achieve that’d make me feel-complete. Believing I could defeat-any adversity too easily. Then a broken-armed pirate showed up, kicking my door open and stepped on my cooked feast! Telling me so effortlessly, “Old-man, we’re going on a journey!” That brat-of-a-kid… Took me from my holed-in-solitude and forced me out to experiences. I-thought extinguished! …As I began sailing with you-lot, I started understanding what it means again, live-to-see. He made a believer-in-me and I will carry his dream for me with remaining eternity. With honor… To become a King among the Living. I see it now, that meaning… It’s the only King without a crown required, or throne and validation needed. You become it by simply being, and all your fellows, are your subordinates worthy to seize, there are truly no-enemies when freed.” Placing a hand-on-his-heart and burning against flesh, making an impactful scar of Captain’s memory. Symbolically carrying, fire of the deceased but more importantly… The Will. Casta who wrote his stories up to now and escapades, charting his Tales as a diary. She stumbled and couldn’t deter from whimpering. Taking moments before, “Long-ago, he saved me as a little-girl. I was enslaved, by a violent-father, at-least for what he bought me as. Yet Captain relinquished me, Brought me into the home-environment of another family altogether. He changed my life-around instantly. Became inspired, and so I wrote. Swore, I’d repay him! A hero-unsung for all to read… I studied-medical and medicinal means to bring relief like he did to a young-broken unguided soul. I helped his kind out, the pirates, crooks, outcasts, the one’s often shunned away because of their appearance. Who are we, to discriminate against what someone’s cover is? Doesn’t seem to be valid. The pages-written behind the cover, typically resides the part that matters. Summers-later. We convened by happenstance, fate-string tugged our way.” She changed-attitude becoming cheerful and happy recounting. “I got to meet him again! To mend to the best of my abilities. But in-the-end I couldn’t relieve him of great-injuries. Hurt to see him linger, pain stricken. …More than you could know. After-what-happened, I didn’t see myself anymore being useful, I sank below. Yet, always greets people with a infectious-smile. Telling me, “Casta, it’s because ye b’ th’ most human, is what reminds all ov’ us monsters or otherwise, what to still-be.” And suddenly I-felt again uplifted and at peace. E-Everytime! Everytime, I almost wanted to give-up on myself or this life. He took my wrists gently, the handsome rogue jumped in after me either in shallow-infested or shark-filled waters! EVERYTIME. Until, I couldn’t do anything left, but finally, see what he saw. My own-irreplaceable-worth. There’s no one-like that level of heroic-deed— only fantasy. Wouldn’t ever think he was capable-of-that, he was always going to surprise you.” Again her emotions-changed like thunder, now fury took over. First-time she spoke-loudly, and up for her-self or another, she used to be the most silent-timid. Now she had become a lioness for preserved memory.

“It’s unfair Thal’s balls! Why are the one’s born in Twelve’s favor or God’s boon, get every recognition, praise, but first-ones to retreat from history?! Why are they the ones remembered for legendary acts but one’s who’ve been here every-day Sun to Moon with every single-breath they are making our life-flourish forth, civilizations ushering, by giving new generations education, hand-outs in their most timely-need, not given the same?” Her fist-sledgehammered down on the podium. “You were the best of them. My sailor hero!” She left with anguished remorse gritting teeth. The arranging-voices heard so far and the imprint placed. The departed-soul managed to imprint on them that made their nature’s be thwarted. Unlikely a Noble, Lord Shiro Elune, of pristine-white but with a black-flower on his suit, drew up with elegance bearing all-the-markings of regality. “We were sworn-beings always at odds. I massacred his Crew when we first-met, afterall. He couldn’t overcome our gaps and the league of power I had over him. He was flawed. From ideologies, stances, ethics. The scoundrel was determined more than any I ever met. He opposed anything with boldness, a charismatic charm that made you want to cheer for him. A showman. Spotlight that he shared with, overtime... You would-recognize; against any dismay. Among history, perhaps, the greatest failure. But because of that, is why many could-identify themselves with him, whether they wished, or knew not…” He showed-a-former, scoff of superiority, “P-fft wasn’t anyway, I could be factored in with the everyday and mundane… You all reeked with insecurities, you’re all leeches, parasites, complain and whimper about what you were born-with or not, making excuses as handicaps. Yet when I visited you in the Brumes, or your piss-covered environments, your legs-unmoved, all-you-walk, as if-you're-not losers! Hand-outs are what most of you commoners want fed. You dream-too-big, too vastly that it taints and pollutes all you come in-contact with. You demand-validation from your peers; despite knowing it’s an echo-chamber and your sentimental words and beliefs, ushering so foolishly, brazenly, you’re certain of yourselves among that group of fellow-collected sheep's! Listen, you'll never-amount to anything or anyone truthfully! Imbeciles, you cannot-deter history! You cannot change Hierarchy or Order! No matter how free you are. You aren’t saints, protagonists of stories, or Warriors of Light nor of Night, exceptionally never will-be anything but fodder for the ones who rule iron-supreme.” At this point-everyone attending booed demanding him-off stage and was irritated at this pompous Keeper who distinguished himself-above so highly.

“...However.” A twist was coming as the mob-was-overwhelmingly on the verge of rioting at a most unholy-timing. Clear and loud with authority. “I will admit my former notion was this; once a time. Yet this heathen behind, single-handedly changed all-these thoughts of certainties and brought questions back to them!” The crowd stopped, dumbfounded. Hanging on every-word this Noble Lord demonstrated. “Yes. Indeed I’d consider him no-longer an enemy. Although, I won our encounters often. He had defeated me too without being seen. Changing-my-perception. I acted impulsively, dishonored duels, acted on arrogant-egotistical-means I harbored and sheltered as deceitful pride. I thought, everything I did was-justifiably, fact. Groomed to be-placed above an echelon, higher-than-all who sees. But I fell from grace, my fiance and child even forsake my name upon their lips. When I failed these-ways, I had no idea how to handle it… That accursed-man with a golden crest, oh, he knew… He always knew, fought against my sake or for it, inconceivably! Now I stand upon this wake. I say! Honor him greatly and openly. You’ve proven, Noble, friend.” The regal-man did the unthinkable act. Others wouldn’t believe it. Taking a kneel before the burial-site. Lowering his head-to-ground level. Relinquishing his former-rapier that shared connection between the-two souls and beneath the Tricorne hat-of-the-former wielder.

Thought and believed, Forever Destined. Tears-bellowed out from the crowd, moved once again. Diamond-encrusted tear crystals fell from the eyelids of the Keeper.

Further attenders close to the departed gave their speeches. Until the last Crewmate was brought up, Judas Caesar the First Crewmate who had deep-personal history off-and-on, back and forth chemistry. Tear-stained-eyes, looking once again like a battered-prince, who lost his entire-Kingdom. "...I" He couldn't get any words to wind. Despite owning that affinity. You could-practically hear a heart-pitch whining from his throat. "I-loved him. Wish I got a chance to say it, more things, left to the endless space. ...There was-no one else, I felt that strongly about, a soul-mate of the seas, could really only say. Promised me we'd get to my destination of my former-origins so-early on, made my dream's inked on his own sleeve, he was a different-type of cat, no pun-intended. See... When we got on the right-pace, all-things-aligned, I never felt like I wasn't at home." He empathized every-memory so fondly and vividly. "I did a lot of damage to him, we've our past, never out of disdain, hatred-made. His commitments and expectations placed on himself were deeper than ravines, those scars-any saw him with. Was type of guy, who never met any diversity or challenge too big for him. Even marooned, castaway, left on land, forced to survive and thrive. He always recovered the meaning to breathe, and taught others how too as well. As you've seen today... All that's, possibly, left now." "Rest ever Free." "Captain Of These Seas." An-arrow was emitted from springing bow-string for the last-blaze, as the ship was left to go burning, on and on, in lovely-blues, to hopefully find peace, the discovery he desired to always seek.

#Bark #FFxivWrite2023 #ffxivwrite2023 #-Captain Kuro Solaire #Slafhota #Sol Akami #Gark #Lord Shiro Elune #Casta #Zieton Luiard XII #Me-Me Worthy #Judas Caesar #Tales of Goldbrand #Creative Writing #I should've known #Never meant to be.#FFXIVWrite

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I'm back with another set of facts/headcanons for my fantasy/dragon rider AU. This time featuring the honestly underrated Gaz. I absolutely love Kyle and I think he's great, I sorta see him as the heart of the 141st if that makes sense ^^

At any rate, let's talk dragon rider AU ^^

Gaz and Aerys

Gaz

1. Kyle "Gaz" of the noble house Garrick was the youngest to claim his family's prized dragon, Aerys, at only 15.

2. Among the Riders, House Garrick is one of, if not the most prominent, families. His grandfather was the first to claim and ride Aerys, his father after, and now the White Serpent is in the caring hands of young Kyle.

3. Helps take care of Aerys even when he's at Dragon's Keep, though he respects Ghost's position as Dragon Keeper.

4. A master archer, Gaz has been using bows from a young age. He's one of the few that can actually shoot a target from dragon back.

5. Knighted around the time he claimed Aerys, he takes his duties seriously and does his best to follow the knights code.

6. Kyle was the second sworn protector to Princess Lyra, the first having been Price. That being said, the two practically grew up together under the watchful eye of the captain and their own individual dragons.

7. Gained fame by using only his bow and his dragon to fend off a deadly trio of gryphons who were sworn to an enemy kingdom. Despite several injuries, Kyle and Aerys made it back alive and miraculously recovered.

8. In his down time, he likes to make things. Though still learning the art of the forge, he's doing so quickly. Kyle knows he's not going to see action forever, so in the event he retires or is no longer needed, he wants to make sure he can still work for himself.

9. Looks up to Price like an uncle figure, as his dad and the captain were close friends, having been Riders together.

10. Wants to eventually forge armor for dragons with Aerys' mutation, as rare as it is.

Aerys

1. Known as the White Serpent, Aerys more or less belongs squarely to House Garrick.

2. Is a relatively young dragon, about 100 years old, give or take. He stopped really keeping track years ago.

3. Kyle is his third Rider, and he hopes one day to become the mount to one of his children.

4. Was hatched with a serious scale mutation. He doesn't have the very armored scales like most dragons do, but rather smooth scales one would find on any common lizard.

5. His fire is mostly white, with veins of black and silver.

6. Was bullied by other hatchlings when he was young for his mutation, so he tends to get along better with humans than other dragons.

7. Was left with several injuries after the gryphon fight and was believed he wouldn't make it. But under the care of Kyle and Simon, he lived to fight many more days.

8. Often helps his Rider in the forges, as dragon fire makes for stronger materials.

9. His Visage is actually on the banners of House Garrick, placed officially by his second rider, who lived a good long life and passed peacefully, unlike most Riders.

10. Kyle makes him a lightweight but strong armor to wear for battle which proves invaluable to him. It's Aerys' most prized possession, as not only does it help him survive, but the fact that Kyle made it for him makes it even more special to him.

I frikkin love writing these two. They're so like...a part of one another it's not even funny. But I like to hear what you guys think ^.^

#fanfiction #fantasy #dragons #dragon rider au #cod fanfic #cod headcanons #fantasy au #kyle garrick #gaz cod #kyle gaz garrick #headcanons

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jadegretz · 2 months

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Kitana's Deadly Elegance by Jade Gretz

Kitana, Edenian princess and loyal defender of Earthrealm, stood before the ornately carved obsidian mirror in the hidden chamber of the Jade Chambers. Its surface was as smooth as black ice, reflecting not just her image but the flickering torchlight that cast long, dancing shadows on the walls.

Unease gnawed at her. This wasn't a simple mirror; it was the Yami no Kagami – the Mirror of Darkness – a relic rumored to hold untold power and terrifying secrets. Legends spoke of its ability to manifest one's deepest fears and desires, trapping the unwary in a nightmarish reflection of their own psyche.

But Kitana, forged in the fires of war and loss, scoffed at such tales. Fear was a luxury she couldn't afford. She had come seeking answers, not spectres. Taking a deep breath, she gripped the hilt of her fans, their polished steel glinting in the firelight, and stepped closer to the mirror.

Her reflection shimmered for a moment, then warped. The familiar image of her regal visage, adorned in royal blue garb, dissolved. In its place stood a grotesque parody – a Kitana clad in frayed black armor, her eyes glowing with a sinister red light. A cruel smile stretched across her lips, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth.

A guttural chuckle echoed through the chamber, vibrating in Kitana's bones. The doppelganger reached out, its hand black and skeletal, and touched the surface of the mirror. Ripples emanated outwards, the obsidian surface swirling until it became a swirling vortex.

With a gasp, Kitana found herself pulled through the mirror, tumbling through a chaotic void. Images flashed by – shattered fragments of memories, faces of fallen friends, the terrifying visage of Shao Kahn, her tyrant father. Then, with a sickening thud, she landed on cold, hard stone.

The air was thick with the stench of decay and damp earth. Kitana pushed herself up, her heart hammering against her ribs. The torchlight from the Jade Chambers had vanished, replaced by an eerie green glow emanating from glowing fungi that dotted the cavern walls.

This wasn't the throne room, nor any place she recogn …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

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hazbinextgeneration · 11 months

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Demon Bride Ch13 This Is A Doctor?

(DISCLAIMERS AND IMPORTANT INFO!!!: EVERYONE in this story is in their early 20s-30s! This story will contain mentions of past abuse and death! I'll be keeping it as SFW. Some backstories have been slightly altered for this particular story, and some characters cannonically dead or harmed is alive and well. I own nothing.

Credit to @flanelltees for the designs I based the demons off to look more demon-like with tails and pointed ears.

This story will be sfw, but there will be some blood, implied death, fighting, some gore mentioned, and a few other things that will be made aware by warnings. Pay attention to warnings at the top of any chapters just under the summery please.)

Once in the mountain villages it was a custom that once a year on the night of the new year's first moon, an unlucky young lady would be selected and left for the demons to become one of the unlucky few who married such a husband. In exchange for this offering the demons would protect the villages and leave the humans in peace. Until one day a powerful warrior drove the demons away freeing the humans of them. Now 2,000 years later, it's become a tradition that once a year, a new young lady would be picked and wait for her future husband to retrieve her from a shrine in the mountains. And now the lucky tradition would fall upon Y/n L/n. It would be her own turn to take on the tradition and not have to worry about demons. After all that part of the old tradition was just fake, made up by paranoid ancestors. Everyone knew demons didn't exist.

...Right

(WARNINGS!!!Puking up water, Cussing, Blood, blood being drawn, Enmu makes a small papercut on the tip of reader's finger. Enmu is his own warning for being a pervert and some innuendos. I'll try to keep it toned down as sfw as possible without breaking his character. Also mentions of reader's injuries. Headcannon for Enmu actually knows some medicine, K.)

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Demon Bride Ch 1 Thus It Begins

(WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS!!! EVERYONE in this story is in their early 20s-30s! This story will contain mentions of past abuse and death! I'l

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Smog. Foul enough to poison a million humans.

Fire. Burning hot enough to resist any water attempting to put it out.

The wheezing of a thousand mighty war horses charging through battle. The strength of a million men with the might of iron and steel foraged from deep within the earth's core. All of which made up the mighty beast that charged throughout the lands taking and giving whatever precious gifts were stowed upon it's magnificent visage. Accompanying it was a vast array of carriages forged from the same steel and iron but less strong, but just strong enough to protect and carry the many humans inside their walls.

Laughter.

Those foolishly, funnily fragile little humans.~ He'll never understand them. Not really. But humans always fascinated him so. The forbidden fruit if you will. For there was something so fascinating about how just some of their tiny little droplets can strengthen even the weakest of them into a warrior to match the mightiest samurai. Perhaps that's why he was so intrigued by them and everything they were.

Their morals. Their thoughts. Their feelings. Their actions. Their dreams-

He always laughed at them and their petty existences. Oh. Don't be wrong. He DOES find them fascinating. He DOES find them admirable (at times). And he DOES always gives credit where credit is due if someone were strong in mind and heart. That is why he finds some of them so fascinating after all! But it's more entertaining to watch them try to push the heavy boulder of burdens up a hill and watch as it crushes them under it's weight as their sins crawl up and down their spines! After all it's the best entertainment!

At least it was in his opinion.

There were plenty of others who'd harshly disagree with his words instantly...Well, all except Douma. He himself also found a similar entertainment in humans, and as they usually met, many a discussions were had with the strengths and flimsiness of the opposite species. It was fun to find a like minded individual ...Even if he was devoid of anything inside. At the end of the day it wasn't as satisfying to know he wasn't actually interested or happy with the subjects they discussed in the end. More's the pity. However it wasn't just the mental attributes that fascinate him. It was the physical results that resulted from the mental state as well! It was why he took such interest in learning about anatomy as well as psychology. He's seen the most incredible feats be done physically as a result of a mental attribute of the mind.

He's seen mothers turn to skilled fighters to protect their children. Humans turned to monsters due to pure, blind, raw rage. Men experience sudden bursts of strength to defend their families when their bodies have no more to give. Someone gaining the abilities of a skilled Warrier when faced with fear. A single person claw their way to victory when met with inevitable defeat. A man's happiness curing his ill ridden body.

The human's will to live was such a fascinating thing to see, almost as fascinating as the motivations behind it.

And he absolutely. Positively. MOST OF ALL! Loved to see that hope- Their spark! Drain all away and leave nothing but absolute misery and pain as they realize there was nothing to stop the upcoming reality that they were about to-

WHEEZE-

Hm? Oh right. He was about to make one final stop before continuing onto business as usual- Or would it be unusual? After all it wasn't everyday he was called upon someone that wasn't his Master after all. He remembered the experience like it was yesterday! When in fact it was just last week so not too long ago still! He remembered the exact details of what happened before, during, and after that delightful conversation as well! It was just a normal (or seemingly normal-) day of his and there was a special delivery he had to pick up, however, this particular delivery was a very special one. A delivery that they were lucky to get once a year of course.

That glorious red liquid of life that flowed through all of them after they drank it.~

It was also one of the reasons he was so interested in human anatomy. He was fascinated with the effects it had on their own bodies. Humans could never harness any power their DNA possessed but yet his kind could. It was one of the very core ingredients of their power! ....It was also the reason why he was banned by his Master to do any tinkering with it, not that he ever thought of that before but it was interesting to think about the what if possibilities of it all. No no. Only the Master had the pleasure of doing that. Never knew what he did with all his experiments but it was so delightful to think about.~ None the less, his job was to just delivery what needed to be divided up to certain sectors and let the ones in charge handle the headache of making sure everyone got their fair share of it. Of course there was only a small amount given to his population as a whole, unless you were like him, then you got only the best and most potent of the substance. Now he only had to make sure that the supplies were taken exactly to where they needed to be, which conveniently was also where he needed to go, but he had to make sure his job was done first and foremost. It's what the Master would've wanted anyways. In fact, it was in the middle of his job that he was called if he remembered right. ...Yes. Yes that was when it happened! It was one of the more important stops of the deliveries, a delivery to an Upper Moon actually. They were the very first ones to get their fills in order according to the hierarchy that's been established for years now. The problem was he had to scramble different places past other waiting stops to deliver them according to hierarchy numbers when he could just go one stop after another and not have to double back to get all the stops he had to bypass in order to deliver the higher ups first, buuuut he knew the Master wouldn't like him not serving the more important demons first and he knew if he took too long to deliver their goods, they would be very angry with him. Hmm. While be didn't mind being manhandled around once and a while, the thought of many Twelve Kizuki hunting him down for being annoyed wasn't a pleasing thought at all. So he'd make the painfully long process of making all these deliveries, no matter how long it took. He guessed it could be worse. He could have Kokushibo's headache of gathering enough donated blood from the humans to satisfy every demon in the Master's provinces. Now THAT was a headache he didn't want to deal with. Or he could be Akaza who worked tirelessly day and night to make sure no 'mishaps' happened to shatter what illusion of peace the Master tried to keep between the humans under his control- He means under his rule. Oops. Wouldn't want to make that mistake in front of anyone.

But back onto the main topic-

The rather lavish (and rather large-) human settlement a bit farther up the mountain from the others near the colder parts, Upper Moon Two's domain, and most of where the donations came from. Douma's paradise of blood.~ Such sweet delights.~ The Upper Moon would charm anyone into giving them their blood, such a thing can't go to waste after all. The only downside of that was that the Upper Moon wouldn't be allowed to touch a single drop of what he collected until the Master and Kokushibo had their fills. Oh well. He didn't really seem to actually care after all so it was alright in the end. If he knew the Upper Moon, Douma would probably be waiting at the train station with more 'goods' for him that his pets- Uh...'Followers' would load onto the cargo cars for him, and then he'd try to pull himself aside to talk which they would often do.

The screeching of metal against metal like some unholy beast crying out. Ah. Such a sweet noise. He loved watching the pained expressions on peoples' faces from the high pitched noise. Deescalating speeds as they approached the snowy, chilly terminal (not that the cold bothered him in the least). Wheezes and burning steam from the powerful engines. Until the chugging of the iron beast ceased and stopped right in front of a small building where already some shivering humans were making quick work of immediately running to one car and opening the heavy sliding door. My, my. There was many, many humans this time. All shivering, teeth clattering, and rubbing their bodies to generate some desperate form of heat while carrying giant crates of wood with such care that their very lives were on the line if they didn't hurry up and load the precious substance on the train...And in fact, they just might be knowing how uppity tight Master could be about this job. If even one bottle was cracked and spilt-...Well let's just say he didn't envy the punishment that the human or demon would receive in not outright death! If the Master didn't do it Kokushibo would surely do it himself. But neither the smog from the train's chimney or the cold bothered him, but he quite enjoyed watching the humans suffering. Shivering in the cold as snowflakes slowly covered them all. His heightened hearing could hear the chattering of their teeth and the clinking of bottles against one another from within the many, many crates they continued to load into the cars. ...Hmm. But Douma wasn't among them. Nor was any other demon. Hm. Strange. Usually the Upper Moon was overseeing this, but perhaps he was busy with some of his new residents to his cult. After all about five hundred people had come in from last year from the other side of the mountain. Harsh winters driving them here in desperation for help, and into the arms of the famous 'Demigod' Douma. But for whatever reason he wasn't here at all. He would've sensed Douma's presence as soon as he stopped. ...Hm. This could also be a problem. He was supposed to collect his share assigned from the Master but no matter. If he wasn't here, then he'd just send it back with his servants. They were so stupidly, blindly loyal that they wouldn't even question him wanting them to deliver something. But he was going to wait until they were done loading everything up. After all he might show up someti-

STRUM!

A forced pushed the back of his mind making him nearly losing his footing on top of the giant train and falling down below from how sudden it was. Like a mental rock was suddenly thrown on his shoulders, and it's weight made him shake his head. A feeling deep inside like something pulling his soul into a different box was tugging at his mind and it made him blink in confusion for a moment. Ah. Well that was all of a sudden-

STRUM!!

That mental noise came again much more forceful and this time he didn't fight it. He had enough experience to recognize quickly what this was. His mind was pulled into a calling. It was like his conscious became thinned, light as air, and as nimble as a snake slithering through the lines of connection between himself and the bonds the Master's blood allowed them all to have. If he had one way of describing it, he would say it felt and looked like a tree rooted into their minds, different branches that were never the same but still connected to the same trunk in the end sharing the same deepened roots. The mind thread slithered ever closer to the thing that pulled and pulled and pulled him until he felt himself connecting to three others before him in this web of connections. He was thrown for a loop for a moment, but he quickly understood where he was and why he was here. One of the Twelve Kizuki wished him here, and the one responsible for bringing him here was just above him sitting silently. Upper Moon Five, Nakime, the one responsible for all transportation within this hivemind of threads. Ah! So he was being called here for a reason then! He wondered what exactly it could be? He mentally 'stared' at Nakime's thread connecting them together.

STRUM!!

She answered him mentally pointing towards the third presence there. Oooh!~ He wondered who it could've possibly been? The third presence was reluctant as he sent an amused questioning towards them, but in an instant he got two things from him. Firstly, it was in fact a male and secondly this third presence was weaker than he was. Which lead him to conclude that it was one of the Lower Moons beneath his own rank. He wondered who it possibly could've been? Yahaba? Kaigaku perhaps?

BUM!!

A single beat of a tsuzumi drum reluctantly answered his amused question and he lit up in realization of their identity. Lower Moon Six Kyogai! The lowest ranking member of the Twelve Kizuki and the weakest of them. Not that Kyogai wasn't powerful in his own right, he WAS much more powerful than the average demon and the Master recruited him for the specific skills he possessed after all. But he wondered why the Record Keeper would be calling him of all people? Was he impatient that his workers weren't getting their share of blood yet? Well they would have to wait just like everyone else for their turn. Be a little patient. But before either of them could return any greeting beyond that someone else arrived. Someone much more...

Powerful. Threatening. DARK.

Oh...Well this really was a surprise.

Something much more darker. Much more wicked. Much more heavy overshadowed the both of them.

The Master.

The twisted, rotting, suffocating presence enveloped the wavelengths and twisted around them like gnarled roots taking in them both completely. It caught him off in surprise for a moment but he didn't hide his glee at the familiar presence! Oh joy! Perhaps he was just simply called here for an inquire on Kyogai's supply? Perhaps a new servant was assigned to Kyogai and they needed him to send an extra bottle or two? But then why would the Master bother to join them if it was just that simple of a request? Oooh!~ Perhaps he was called here to be a witness if Kyogai was to be punished! That made more sense. He didn't bother to hide his sick glee making the Lower Ranking Moon frown annoyed at him. But neither dared start a fight while the Master was present. In fact it was Kyogai who spoke first, to the Master and not himself.

"Master," his voice came out in a firm, but respectful tone befitting to greet the Master in his magnificence.

"What does Lower Moon Six desire with me?"

Blunt, dark, and straight to the point as usual. He nearly chuckled outloud but chose to remain quiet as to not anger the Master and interrupt the two of them. He wanted to see how this played out after all.

"Forgive me," he apologized in the same respectful tone, "I ask permission for Lower Moon One to assist myself with an endeavor I am unable to complete-"

PAIN. A claw of talons stabbing into Kyogai's mind and gripping an entrance way into his thoughts and there was the dark presence finding the answers to why he dared to contact. Oh he saw it alright. He had a front row seat for it. He couldn't feel the pain Kyogai was experiencing, but he felt a pained feeling coming from the demon, and saw the dark talons that pierced his conscious threatening to give a wrong answer. But...Kyogai wanted permission from the Master to have HIM assist him? HIM!?

Interesting.~

"You think it wise to ask of something so trivial of me? For something of unimportance compared to what others and yourself are already tasked with? Is my generosity not enough, Kyogai that you can not fix this yourself?"

"FORGIVE ME MASTER!! Your mercy is not taken lightly or without great thanks! I am forever grateful! But I can not kill without cause as you have commanded! I am following your every word!"

The Master receded, and the pain from Kyogai was gone, pleased with his explanation and permitting him to continue on.

"This human has done nothing to warrant the punishment of death, and I would go against your order of killing without cause if I allow her to leave and die to the elements. Unfortunately I am unequipped for the solution to this problem. I request your permission for Lower Moon One to come and give assistance where he excels at."

Oh! Kyogai couldn't fix a little problem and needed his help? How cute.~ Is that why he was being called all of a sudden? His curiousity turned to smug mockery at the confession and Kyogai couldn't help but feel annoyed at that. However he knew better than to cause trouble and potentially anger their master especially after he was granted the mercy of getting heard out by him. There was silence, calculating thought from the darker, heavier presence which made both silent, but the voice spoke up again after his heavy consideration.

"I will grant Lower Moon One's aid to you one week from today."

Ah. The Master must want him to finish delivering his precious cargo first. After all it was a much more important task than a single human causing trouble.

"I understand. Thank you, Master. I am grateful. But before we sever ties, I wish to ask something of Upper Moon One before our meeting within a week."

There wasn't any response from their Master except silence, which meant he was allowing Kyogai to ask himself what he wanted. His Master must be in a good mood today if he was allowing this all so mercifully. Bless his wife's heart.~ He finally allowed himself to interact with Kyogai having his own presence touch Kyogai's in question, but he was mostly amused and smug about this entire thing. Speaking for the first time since this meeting started.

"Mmmm. Kyogai.~"

He didn't sound too pleased to hear him despite him being the one to call this whole meeting and so suddenly. "Greetings, Enmu."

"I must say, I am quite surprised you would even call my presence here.~ You usually do not speak to me at all beyond meetings. But now I know it's because of a pitiful human woman.~ Mmmmm! Tell me is she suffering?~ Did her life flash before her eyes knowing he couldn't escape her perils?~"

"Enough of your mockery! Have respect for the Master is still within our presences!"

"Yes. Forgive me, Master," He apologized quickly to the dark presence watching over their conversation but the dark being did not answer so he turned back to Kyogai, "What is it that Lower Moon Six wishes to ask me?~"

"The human woman, she is experiencing pain within her body under her ankle. How do I treat it until you can arrive?"

"....Hm. A pain you say?" he felt giddy. Oh he SO did enjoy reveling in the misery of others. "Is there perhaps any bones sticking out? Or deep wounds?" Might as well eliminate causes of pain. After all Kyogai did go through all the trouble of interacting with him, it'd be rude to not answer his questions....And he genuinely DID want to know how the human was suffering.

"No. No visible damage, although the skin is bruised and swollen. She seems in deep pain whenever her leg is touched or moved."

"Can you tell what's wrong?"

"NO! That's why I requested you be sent to me!"

He hummed again. Well it didn't sound like her leg was completely raptured. More's the pity. "Then it might be possible her leg is either broken or fractured-" Or possibly very, very painfully strained. "-but I won't be able to tell until I'm able to look at her. But of course Master's assignments tasked to me comes first.~"

"Then what do I do UNTIL you arrive!?"

"All human bones work in a similar fashion. Like a delicate glasswork, they're so pitifully fragile and weak.~ So you must be careful remembering that.~ You say she experiences pain when she moves her leg? Keep her off it as much as possible. Try to make sure her leg is kept straight and stiff as a board, maybe strap it down if you must. The more she moves it, the more damage to her weakened form she might cause herself.~ Treating the swelling is a different task however...Does your mansion still have that underground well?"

"Of course it does!"

"Hmhmhm.~" He couldn't help himself! He couldn't help but chuckle at Kyogai's frustration. It was too adorable.~ "Then I suggest submerging her leg within the cold water to help, or perhaps wrapping a cold wet towel gently around the swollen areas.~ I'll send a messenger raven with a recipe for herbal tea that helps numb the pain in human bodies. That should be sufficient enough help until Master allows me to spare a visit.~"

"It does. I thank you for your words." He thanked him but with the grace of someone who hated his entire being. "Master, I am grateful for your time spent on me. I have no need of anything else at this time."

As instantly as he said that, the dark presence loomed over and overtook the four-way connection between all of them, severing the ties abruptly painfully causing white hot flashes to throb in his mind, and throwing them both tumbling back from one another until both presences were gone and he was left alone amongst the threads of thought. Tumbling down, down, down past all the others until he felt himself once again land onto his own two feet grounded firmly on top of a metal menace. Oh. More's the pity. He didn't get a chance to ask exactly how much pain the human was in. Sigh. Oh well. He got a new excitement however! He was going to be visiting a place he usually never went to on top of treating a woman in (possible) unbearable pain! Oh the excitement running through his veins at the thought! Perhaps there was nothing he could do and he'd get to see the life drain from her face making it pale as the snow-

"My, My. That's such a pleasant expression on your face. Now I wonder what you could possibly be thinking about to bring such happiness. Would you tell me?"

"Hm?" Teal eyes popped open and blinked at the sudden sight of a rather tall individual standing before him-..Er. Well that was half right. The newcomer was standing but he was leaned over and a face was shoved just a few inches away from his own face, which was why he blinked. But he wasn't surprised other than a few seconds, before he returned a smile of his own. "Oh...What a surprise to see you here?"

"Is it really a surprise?", the other voice asked in what could've been perceived as an amused tone before leaning back up to his towering height over himself.

"You were not with the others when I arrived, so I assumed you were distracted with something else at the moment. Hmhmhm. Although I wasn't complaining about the sight at all. It is amusing to just see their fragile skin turned blue from the cold snow. No natural protection against even the tiniest little frost.~ It's thrilling to try and guess how many of them will end up with frostbite or fevers!"

A chuckle came from the much taller demon and a small 'swoosh' of a golden fan made snowflakes fly as it was held up to it's owner's smiling face. "Oh. ..Already several of them do in fact. Traveling through the frost covered mountains just to reach my salvation! But rest assured, all will find paradise with my guidance. But they are dutiful little worker bees.~ Just look at them go!"

He hummed again. "Yes. I will give them that. I suspect they'll be finished within the hour. Good. You know Akaza would have my head if his share is delayed too much."

"My best friend has a way with feelings doesn't he? Oh! Speaking of divided shares-..."

"Your own personal stash is in the first car. Courtesy of the Master himself. Do be sure to collect it before I have to leave. I can't delay the deliveries. I must complete them and then move onto my newest and exciting task!"

The taller demon clapped his hands. "AH! How wonderfully generous of the Master! I'll be sure to send my most devote followers to handle it so no worries!"...Slowly multicolored eyes turned to him. A smile devoid of any true happiness. "But I couldn't help but overhear you just now, or am I mistaken you're being assigned something else than your normal chores?"

He shivered in glee laughing. "No. You indeed heard right. The Master has generously agreed to allow me to assist Kyogai in handling a poor defenseless human who had gotten hurt near his home.~"

"A human? My! The Master must've been very generous to give Kyogai a human of his very own." More excited clapping. "I'm sure he'll have as much fun with him as I do with mine!"

"You're mistaken. It's just a simple little human. Nothing special about her."

As soon as the word 'her' left his mouth, the taller one stopped any form of fake happiness and snapped his head back to him. "Really? My, my. I wasn't aware that Kyogai had taken a mate this year." The taller demon sighed. "It breaks my heart to know that I wasn't even invited to the wedding ceremony-"

"You are mistaken once again." The taller demon stopped yet again. Staring daggers down at the smaller demon. "The context I received from both of them didn't lead me to believe she was anything like that to him at all either. No. It just seems that Kyogai had the fortune of stumbling across such a pitiful creature.~ No more, no less."

"Oh. What a shame for the little flower. What ever will become of her?"

"I do not know myself now. I have yet to have a look at her, but when I do, I hope it's a marvelous sight!"

The taller one hummed with some level of interest. "How interesting.~ If he ever needs someone to take the poor soul off his hands, I'd be more than happy to welcome her into my Paradise.~ But for now...Should I go into detail about how one of my humans got frostbite?"

"Please do!"

"Well since you asked! It all started when I sent the hunting party to gather more game from the mountain. You see one had the idea of ice fishing, and I thought it was a great idea to have fish this cold season so I willed it so. Well I guess one of the men wasn't careful enough and ended up falling through the ice-"

Maybe that's how he found himself now, six days later, standing right in front of a certain mansion with a certain sliding door leading into the inside. He was surprisingly motivated by his excitement to see this agony and pain expressed in this human- And because he was looking forward to something that'll be a break in his usual endless cycle of duties. He didn't mind doing the same things over and over if it was what his Master truly wanted but it did get oh so boring and dull after a while. No one else sure seemed to mind. The most important figures who needed the deliveries first got their fills and no one complained when most of the minor deliveries were made along the way back. Save some time he didn't have to worry about later, the Master even seemed pleased with his sudden productivity because he had a message to him from this very morning-

"When you deliver to Lower Moon Six, tend to the human. But do not take up so much time that you neglect the rest of what needs to be done."

The Master had allowed him to visit one day early for his good work! Wasn't he just the greatest!? He would be sure to make his other deliveries also quick as thanks for his Master's generosity. But he still had a certain delivery to make. He could smell the human's scent from here! Each breath made his heart skip a beat in excitement! It wasn't easy to get here with two giant crates of bottles unscathed you know even with his escort-

"Dam bloody idiot."

Ah. Kaigaku still had a lot to learn. He was just salty he was still Lower Moon Two and he had to listen to his orders of helping to escort the usual delivery here and keep it safe from those who'd try to ambush them. He knew Kokushibo would hear about it if he didn't comply. As much as he wanted to see Kaigaku get a harsh punishment from the Master or Kokushibo, the younger Lower Moon was behaving himself and helping him and the few handlers through the rough woods until reaching Kyogai's domain. He had been here before but he hadn't been inside too much since he was always so busy with deliveries and because Kyogai wasn't too fond with letting him in too far into his home. But he couldn't contain his glee as one of the servants opened the door, looked lightly surprised, but then she bowed to his figure in the doorway.

"Lord Enmu!? AH! I m-mean-..." She bowed. "Welcome, Sir. We have been expecting your arrival but you seem to...ah..H-Have arrived earlier than expected." She managed to give out a nervous greeting from her bow.

He hummed. "But of course.~ I had to deliver such delicious goods to such sweet girls such as yourself.~" A hand reached out and just patted her head making her flinch much to his delight. But he had something much more important to see. He held up one hand which held a rather large leather suitcase with a wide, TOO delighted smile. "I've also been requested by your Master to see a poor, sickly, agonized, pitiful human.~ And as promised I've arrived!"

Before the girl even had the chance to speak, he pushed past her making her blink and stand back up. "Eh!?...B-But I-"

"HEY ASSHOLE!! WHERE IN HELLS DO YOU THINK YOU'RE OFF TO!?," Kaigaku's angry voice shouted from behind him and rapid footsteps of the younger male came after him. Ah. Predictable.

"To find the human of course. What else would I be here for?~"

"F8CK NO!!! LIKE I'M LETTING YOU PUT YOUR PERVERTED HANDS ANYWHERE NEAR THAT HUMAN AND GET ME IN DEEPER TROUBLE!!" He hissed loudly catching even more attention to themselves. "I DON'T NEED ANOTHER EARFUL FOR LETTING YOU GROPE HER OR WHATEVER IT IS YOU'RE PLANNING ON DOING!!!"

He waved a hand behind himself as he just walked in catching the attention of a few other servants who looked up at the commotion. "Oh! Do be a dear and let Kyogai know I'm here.~ Oh! And do divvy up those bottle rations.~"

There was a deep threathening growl before he felt his shoulder be harshly grabbed and he found himself firmly pushed against the wall but not before being spun around by the younger Lower Moon. Kaigaku's blue eyes and snarl boring death into his simple smile.

"Listen to me you dunce little fucker." A black nail roughly dug into his chest where it poked him. "I don't care if you're above me by rank, if you think I'm about to let you just cause trouble, then you're more stupid than you look!"

"You pay attention to my looks?~ *GASP!!* Aw. How sweet of you.~"

"I'M BEING FUCKING SERIOUS HERE!!!" He lowered his voice more and made a rapid clicking noise in a certain pattern with his tongue followed by a half hiss half snarl in their own language. "You're going to report to Kyogai first."

"Oh. But why?"

A strained shrill from his throat and a clatter of teeth- "BECAUSE I SAID SO!! It's better if there's two of us keeping an eye on you!! And you still haven't delivered his blood to him yet." A high pitched whistle followed by evenmore growls as his blue eyes narrowed. "And you're supposed to do that first. Aren't you?"

He hummed..before smiling wider. "Oh silly me. You're right. I should bid Kyogai welcome-"

BUM!! BUM!! BUM!!

"There's no need for that." OOH!! A new voice! And it didn't take too long for them all to figure out who it was when both looked over at the lumbering figure who had just appeared out of thin air. Both Lower Moons stared at the very lowest ranked member of them all as he just stared at Kaigaku before looking over at the smallest demon of them all. "Enmu." It wasn't even a greeting. Just a statement spat out but he waved at Kyogai's scowl either way. "You're a day early. ...Why?"

He shrugged still in Kaigaku's grip. "The Master gave me permission to see the human while I'm here. After all, it'd make more sense to see her while I'm here instead of just coming all the way back after delivering everything. Wouldn't it? And wouldn't it be better the sooner she's looked at?"

Kyogai's expression remained unchanged but he made a grunt sound before making to walk around the two of them. "You can look at her AFTER I devide what you've come to deliver. That way I'm not distracted by anything so I can watch you."

"Oh I can just be watched by-"

"My home. My rules. MY HUMAN. Now follow me and keep quiet!"

Enmu's pointed ears perked up. 'His' human?...Ooh~ Well this should be very interesting. Kaigaku made him march right behind Kyogai muttering under their breaths about 'Dam insect' and 'Bloody pervert' not that he minded or fought back really. He could've and he would've easily gotten away from the both of them considering he was much stronger than the two combined, but he was finding their manhandling amusing. And of course, none of them saw his little minion pop off his arm and scuttle away too busy focused on their task at hand. And no servants noticed either, all of them were excitedly heading towards the front of the manor for their share of the delivery. If Kyogai didn't stop them, they'd consume the SPECIAL bottle that's only reserved for himself. Luckily it seemed his servants respected him enough to not tear themselves limb from limb over it and gladly did as they were told, waiting in line for their bottle before scurrying off, all the while he stood there smiling and giggling as Kaigaku scowled and held him up easily by the back of his shirt. Though there was one female servant Kyogai addressed by name.

"Nagi." Instead of one bottle, he handed her two from the crate. "Bring Y/n some food and deliver this bottle to Eri for me. I have to finish up things here before I can..." He gave Enmu another scowl. "..Take care of something else."

The servant good obediently did as she was told taking the bottles and scurrying away like the others. He stayed there smiling as the crates were slowly emptied and the crowds slowly became smaller and smaller within the two hours they stood there. Kyogai didn't even touch his yet, making sure each and every one of his servants got theirs first. Poor pitiful Kyogai. Too kind on his servants for his own good. He got attached too easily. However it wasn't long before Kyogai looked back at him scowling at his obvious giggles.

"Stop that. It's annoying me."

"Sorry. I can't help myself.~"

"BULLSHIT!!"

"Kaigaku, be silent. But the hell you can't! Your job is to just stand there and be quiet! And keep your hands where I can see them!" In response, Enmu happily held up one hand holding his medical bag with a wide toothy grin. It made Kyogai's brow raise unamused. "The other one to-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"

A woman's high pitched shriek pierced the air making everyone either jump or whip their heads towards the scream that echoed from somewhere further away in the manor and echoed across the walls. ....And then it was followed by another shriek and many cries and footsteps running away from somewhere. Kyogai instantly looked back to Enmu...who held up his other arm but showed he had detached one of his hands-

"YOU FUCKING SOME OF A BI-"

Kaigaku didn't get a chance to finish his insult at Enmu who looked nothing but pleased before a few woman servants came running up from the halls looking terrified or holding up the hems of their dresses to be able to run faster. Some shouting-

"IT TRIED TO GRAB ME!!" "THE DISGUSTING CREATURE TOUCHED MY LEG!!" "LORD KYYYYOOGGAAAAAIIII!!!!"

There was a loud smack noise as Kyogai facepalmed with a growl. "One normal visit. You can't just be normal!?" He snapped back to Enmu. "FOR ONE VISIT!?"

"To be fair your staff have some very....'healthy' looking bodies.~ Their expressions of fear are very normal reactions.~ So beautiful.~"

"DAM PERVERT!!"

"Oh for the love of-" Kyogai just turned and began stomping off. "MAYLA!! Finish passing these out!! I'm fixing another's mess again! Kaigaku, bring the dam insect and DON'T you lose eyesight on him."

Enmu only continued to giggle as he was half marched half carried behind Kyogai past scared or annoyed looking servants just looking at the trio of Lower Moons. It wasn't too hard to find the path way of Enmu's mischief. There was a trail of terrified, angry, or lightly crying women they followed. Kyogai's eyes filling with sympaphy for them and he kept snapping looks of hatred between them back at Enmu who only kept on smiling amused and pleased with him. Oh these faces they made were adorable.

"Why did you think bringing him here was a good idea in the first place!?", Kaigaku yelled at Kyogai's exposed back.

"Because like it or not, he's the only one who knows about human medicine!," Kyogai shouted back just as angry. "I couldn't just magically heal her without knowing what's wrong! And none of this would've happened anyways if YOU had just did your dam job in the first place!"

"For the last time it wasn't my fault the human was stupid enough to run away and get herself hurt before I could kick her back out myself!"

"And who's fault is it that she ran off in the first place because SOMEONE wasn't keeping a closer eye on her!!"

"Well who's idea was it to send for a pervert doctor instead of allowing her to be looked over by Douma's healers!?"

"I TOLD YOU I'M NOT LETTING DOUMA ANYWHERE NEAR HER!!"

"Gentlemen please.~" Both shot him looks. "We can agree that it's simply both your faults.~ Each of you had a part to play in this-" He paused..Mouth open and eyes wide all of a sudden as if something shocking flashed before him. "In...This-...*GURGLE*!!" Both paused as a strange rumble game from Enmu. "W-W-WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!!!" He suddenly shouted. "D-DON'T DO THAT!! *BLEGH-*"

Both turned to disgusted looks as with a splash, crystal clear water cascaded from Enmu's mouth and splattered all over the floor by their feet. Both gave both shocked and disgusted looks as the splatter of water sent droplets spraying all over their legs.

"UGH!! WHAT THE FUCK!?," Kaigaku cried in disgust holding Enmu higher and away from him as the smaller demon coughed and sputtered with the same wide eyed look. "What the hell is wrong with you!? Is this some kind of sick joke!?"

"N-NO!! *COUGH COUGH*," Enmu cried desperately. "PLEASE!! WAIT STO- OW!!" His head ducked and he gained an annoyed look as he hissed. "Ow, ow, ow, ow!! S-STOP THAT!!"

"What the hell are you talking abo-"

"THE HUMAN FOUND MY HAND!!," He cried making the other two go silent. "And she's- OW!! MAKE HER RELEASE MY HAND IMMEDIATELY- HEY, HEY!! NO, NO, NO!!" He looked almost worried again. "P-PLEASE!! PUT THE BOOT DOWN!! HELP ME!!"

"Y/N!" Kyogai turned and not giving time to the other two before his arm reached out around to his back and quickly tapped the drum sticking out.

BUM! BUM! BUM!

Three strikes was all it took to bring him to the familiar door he's been to a few times, and immediately he didn't waste any time rushing to it and shoving his head in the open doorway. "Y/N!?" No signs of life anywhere. Just an empty tray of food laid on the floor. "ERI!!!" He DEMANDED in a raged tone looking back up the hallway, his voice echoing off the walls.

But something did answer him. A scream and the yells of a man in pain and...A repeated banging sound?? He didn't question it, walking up to the room where he heard the sounds coming from inside. The doorway was wide open so of course he stuck his head inside- ...But what was in the other side shocked him into freezing.

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HELP YOU IF YOU INSIST ON- OW!!!"

"SHUT UP YOU-...YOU-...WHATEVER YOU ARE!!"

He stared wide eyed as he saw Y/n there, on her knees on the floor, with something gripped firmly in her hand. She was repeatedly hitting the thing on the floor over and over and over again in a small fit of rage herself. In one corner of the room was a mother coddling two young children to her in horror. Eri wasn't too far away from them, looking equally shocked, and a spilt bucket of water at her feet and getting the floor wet.

"KYO! GAI! H-HELP!! ME!!" Enmu's voice called and Kyogai now realized that it was in fact, Enmu's hand that Y/n had and was repeatedly hitting it against the ground. She gripped his hand by the wrist and repeated hit him against the floor over and over with a scowl. Until she heard him say his name and paused in her movements, arm reared back, and ready to hit him against the floor again but had frozen and turned her head to him standing in the doorway.

Kyogai had stared at her and a small silence rang out between them all...before Kyogai only said one thing.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?"

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"THIS!? IS A DOCTOR!?"

Your voice, angry, so so SO done, and irritated stared at Kyogai who sheepishly nodded as he carefully placed you back down in the chair you usually sat in. You also pointed an accusing hand at Enmu who hissed and rubbed his sore hand as he reattached it to him with a bone crackling noise. Yep. He would be sore for a while.

What had happened was that you had continued reading to Eri until she noticed that the water your leg was submerged in had gotten warm again and did was she always did, stopped what she was doing to go fetch you some new cold water. You didn't have any complaints, after all you had the book to keep your company, so you just sat in wait as she left....Until you heard the first few screams. It startled you into dropping the book and looking towards the open doorway just as a few ladies ran by screaming their heads off. As if something was chasing them. The recent chase through the woods had still been fresh in your mind so it had been you on edge, your first instinct getting up and half hopping on your good leg to close the door. If something like last time was happening again, then you didn't want to be exposed so opening to anyone trying to cause harm. But a scream from Eri had made you stop in doing so, and it had come from a room just up the hallway from you. She could've been in trouble!! The thought of your friend here being harmed drove you to quickly hobble up the hallway towards the open room the scream had come from, and had found a scene that horrified you. A WALKING TALKING HAND WAS STANDING THERE!! It turned to you and spoke something, causing you to shriek and grab the first thing that came to mind- Grab the full bucket of water from Eri's hands and slam it upside down over it. Flooding the thing's mouth full of water, and you would've kept it under the bucket if you hadn't slipped on the spilt water, and released it from it's bucket prison. Still in a panic, you did the only thing that came to mind-

Grab onto it and start hammering in self defense.

Kyogai coughed as you scowled at him. "Well...I'm sure he didn't mean to startle you." He hated to admit that to you. He probably HAD intended to cause fear and chaos, but Enmu probably didn't expect you to suddenly appear as you did and give him a rude awakening. "He was just searching for you because he came to help you. He probably made a wrong turn. I promise you he'll be leaving as soon as he looks you over-"

"SRNK!!" Kyogai gave a loud wheeze between the laughter he had been giving the entire situation having arrived dragging Enmu behind him not too long ago. "Hahahahah!" His laughing form leaned against the wall was not helping his situation in the least.

"You expect me to let HIM touch my leg?"

"I assure you I am extremely professional," Enmu finally spoke flexing his hand and giving a neutral look back to you. "But Kyogai is correct." he smiled holding up a hand. "So sorry for the startle.~ I like to find my patients before I treat them, and Kyogai's palace can be tricky to navigate in if I get lost.~ *gasp* But where's my manners. Enmu Tamio is at your ago- Service! My dear. Apologies if I had taken SO long to get to you but I'm afraid my Master wouldn't let me be relieved of my post so easily."

"Oh...So you're the one who prescribed me that disgusting tea." You scowled at him further. This man was...Short. it was clear he was a demon by his pointed ears, small tail that wagged behind him, and the strange colors his body sported. He looked just one inch above you and looked short compared to the lumbering form of Kyogai who was still currently fretting over your form.

"You're alright aren't you?" He asked giving an apologetic look. "Your leg is good?"

...You smiled at him. "I promise I'm fine. My leg doesn't even hurt right now."

"Still my apologies," he bowed his head, "I shall not let this happen again."

"If you all are finished," Enmu interrupted holding up his medical bag with an all too eager smile. "Shall we get started? After all I was called all the way here to do so."

Kyogai huffed. "Yes. The sooner you get done the sooner you can leave."

His tone made you took back to Kyogai in question. Huh..His tone was very annoyed. You guessed he didn't like this demon and you can't say you blamed him right at this moment. That scare was not fun to experience, and you didn't like how this demon looked at you. Speaking of that demon- You flinched when Enmu just dropped to his knees and grabbed your hurt leg-

"Make sure you keep both of those dam hands where we can see them, Enmu!," Kyogai growled followed by bared fangs and soon two pairs of blue eyes bore into Enmu's side as Kaigaku snapped around joining him.

Although Enmu only hummed without a care in the world. "Oh relax you two.~ I'm not planning on startling her any further. I don't think I can handle any more hits for today."

You froze also staring at him. HIS HANDS FELT OF DEATH!! Nothing but cold radiated from his skin as the grip grabbed your leg, and it took everything in your instincts to not kick him in the head with your good leg. The Demon smiled too widely back at you before turning his eyes back to your leg silently staring for a good ten seconds.

"....Was it just your ankle that hurt?" You jumped at his voice but he didn't look up at you, but you did nod making him hum. "Hm...Which side of your ankle did the most pain come from?"

"T-...T-The front. Just above my ankle."

"You mean here?" You immediately yelped as a thumb firmly pressed into a certain spot and a pain throbbed from it, making him lift his thumb back up and glance at you with a smirk. "I'll take that as a yes-" There was a shing of metal and he felt the looming presence of Kaigaku whom growled in threatening. "Relax!" He held up a free hand. "I had to be sure of the pain's placement. Now. Is this the only place where it's coming from?" You hissed irritated nodding again. "That's good. One place is usually better than all around. That means it must be just the front here that's broken! This next part will hurt a bit!" He explained holding up a finger. "I have to feel it to determine the damage fully."

Before you could even say anything, another throb of pain made you cry out as more digits dug into the front of your ankle as Enmu just-....Hummed to himself. Gripping your leg tighter to not let you buck away as two thumbs pushed into the skin to feel the bones underneath. It felt like your inner foot was on hellfire as he continued to slowly feel about. Unconsciously, Kaigaku raised his sword in a strike movement and probably would've struck him right across the back, if he hadn't removed his thumbs with a frown. ....His brows furrowed. ...That didn't feel right. One thumb pushed back down on the front making you cry out again and he stopped instantly. Teal eyes continued to stare at your ankle, then he looked back up to you, you looked about ready to cry from the pain throbbing from your leg- But he didn't comment on that, instead looking directly at Kyogai who still scowled deeply at him.

"...When did you say she gained this injury?" He asked in genuine confusion, which caught the larger demon off guard. There wasn't any snide remarks. No flirtatious undertones. No perverted-ness. ..Nothing.

It made Kyogai frown deeper. "About six days ago."

"I see...And how did this happen?"

"A demon attempted to take her. He's dead now, but Eri was able to determine the force was strong enough to break the bone all the way through, although we had no knowledge on how to treat her without possibly making it worse."

Enmu's brows shot up. Looking between your leg and Kyogai. "The bone was snapped???" God you felt sick now-

He nodded. "Yes. The leg was also incredibly swollen."...He smiled lightly. "Although I'm glad it's not anymore. The cold water seems to have helped."

"Are you sure you're not misremembering those details?"

"Of course I'm not!," Kyogai yelled back annoyed, "Why would I?!"

"Because this leg isn't broken in the lease!"

Silence.

No one spoke as you all stared at him. When no one spoke he continued looking back at the leg with a hum. "From what to described to me just now, her leg should've been broken all the way through on all sides. Instead there's just a small hairline fracture to her front here." His thumb tapped the now lightly sore area he prodded.

"A...fracture?"

"Yes. There's a fracture in the tibia right above the talus bone. Here!" Again he tapped the sore area to make a point, "But even this is halfway healed." He looked back up with a hum to you who blinked. "...Are you sure you were in so much pain you couldn't walk? Perhaps your fear was making you exaggerate things in the moment."

You opened your mouth...and closed it. "I-...Well I mean-...Maybe? E-Eri's medicine-"

"That medicine only heals small wounds and bruises on a demon's skin. Even if Eri put it on your ankle it wouldn't have done anything because-...Well that medicine can't mend broken bones even on a demon, and that's simply not how it works. Bones don't heal by ointment. They heal by placing them in the correct spot and putting a splint on them to make sure they still long enough to heal all the way. It's science my dear. Not magic." He shook his head before smiling again. "More's the pity. Your fear and stress must've made you all think the situation was worse than it actually was." he sighed as if genuinely disappointed. "Too bad."

"Are you calling my Healer a liar!?"

"I'm simply saying she mistook how extreme the injury was." Enmu held up a hand calmly. "That's all. You said yourself you all have no knowledge of human bodies, so mistakes can be made."

"Eri said the bone was snapped! She may not know human anatomy that well, but everyone can tell what a snapped bone is!"

"The bone is indeed damaged, but broken it is not. I have no doubt it WAS swollen but it's not broken. I have hundreds of years of experience Kyogai. I know what a small fracture looks like." He paid no attention to Kyogai's annoyed scowl as he turned and reached into his bag with opened with a small click. "I'll prescribed a different herbal drink. It'll help the body's bones strengthen, and that should help it heal from within. But you'll have to keep her here for another four weeks-"

"FOUR WEEKS!?" Kaigaku shrieked speaking finally and staring at Enmu who produced a small glass container with some kind of dried leaves inside. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN SHE'LL NEED TO SIT ON HER ASS FOR ANOTHER FEW WEEKS!?"

"Fractures usually take up to four or five weeks to fully heal in human bodies. She's already pretty healed up, but I've seen things take a turn for the worse in a lot of cases." He smiled wider holding the glass container to Kyogai whom slowly took it. "Humans have an incredible instinct to underestimate small injuries and when they do, they can turn rather dreadful and sometimes even fatal quickly. Hmhmhm!~ *sigh* But I recommend you keep her off her leg for another week or so and keep her under supervision. You don't have to keep her leg cold anymore, but I recommend the tea and plenty of rest."

YOU WERE GOING TO BE STUCK HERE FOR LONGER!? ANOTHER WHOLE MONTH ABOUT!!!...Well...At least your injuries weren't as serious as you feared they might be. Your relief was mixed with irritation and anger as you stared at him. But jumped when he produced a small glass tube and held up a single sharp nail of his smiling.

"Now if you could please give me your hand."

"Why? What are you going to do?"

"Some demons carry bacteria in their mouths or have venom that can effect others. I want a blood sample to be sure there isn't anything from the demon's tongue that could be deadly to you in the long run.~"

You instantly turned to Kyogai. "Is that true!?"

With a grunt he nodded to you. "Unfortunately yes. Eri happens to be one of them, although all her venom can do is numb an area of your body." he shrugged at your surprised face. "It's not lethal by any means, in fact it could be rather useful in some of her treatments. Unfortunately he's right that some are deadly."

"So a small blood test is needed to confirm there's nothing out of the ordinary." Enmu gleefully leaned closer to you. "Of course, I won't force you to, but it would be better in the long run. After all, better safe than sorry as humans say."

There could be something in your body that might be lethal!? That was more scary than the idea of a demon trying to eat you!! So...Reluctantly. You timidly held out your left hand to him, to which he smiled but paused when he saw your hand.

"Hm? Oh. Now what's this? My, my. It seems you have a small scar on your palm." You glanced at your palm and indeed saw the small scar on your palm. It was one of the small injuries that you gained while running away from the demons chasing you. But Eri's magical green goop ointment had healed it up along with any other bruises and scratches you had. "But no matter. It's healed.~"

"OW!!"

A sharp pain quickly rang through your index finger as a small papercut like prick was made before your hand was grabbed and the glass tube was firmly pressed against the cut, you hissed as a few droplet of blood ran down it's side before Enmu released your hand, and you immediately pulled it back to your chest.

"There we go." A cork was popped on the top of it as Enmu stared at it lovingly. "Such a pretty color-" He paused smile wide...before blinking and- "*ACHOO!!*" You blinked as he lightly sneezed and shook his head. "Uh. You must tell your servants to stop wearing such heavy perfumes! Flowery scents make me sneeze so." With a small scrunch of his nose, he returned the small glass tube carefully to his suitcase which closed with a click as he stood. "I'll return within a month's time for a check up. Unfortunately I have many more deliveries to make, and it'll take me a bit to run a few tests to be sure nothing is infected within you." He smiled wider. "Although if you're desperate enough to see me again-"

A metal pressed to the side of his neck. "I'll show you the way out." Kaigaku's hissed tail thrashing behind him.

"Ah...Well how kind of you." Enmu nodded. "I should be going, the Master said to make this visit as quick as possible." He waved to you. "I bid you good bye until next time, Miss Y/n. Remember to stay off that leg in the meantime. Would be shame if anything happened to yo-"

"MARCH!!" A hand grabbed Enmu's shoulder and just dragged him out by the shirt making the demon giggle in delight at the manhandling.

Kyogai sighed and after the giggling got too far away to hear, you turned to Kyogai and again, pointed and asked. "THAT was a doctor!?"

"Unfortunately. Otherwise I wouldn't have put up with any of this."...he looked to you. "I'll have Eri look over your cut after she finishes cleaning up the water...But it's strange Enmu would mention flowers."

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