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activatebutterflyshield · 11 months

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All’s Fair in Love and War

VERY LONG POST

Mentions violence, blood, dismemberment, and implies cannibalism but that doesn’t actually happen

The first part of a series of connected short stories in my setting called the Layered Earth, which contains various versions of the Earth that exist parallel to one another. Each version is a Layer, and each Layer is different. This story takes place on Layer Beta, a hidden-style urban fantasy setting with fun things like gods, supernatural organizations recovering from the Cold War, magic guns, cult nonsense, etc, etc.

This one features some poor sods out of Station Chicago of the Chatter & Melody Society, who are a bunch of scholars and diplomats trying to keep the peace and understand the supernatural.

RECORD #20150519 Chicago

TYPE: Field Recording

INCLUDES: Rio Delgado, Chicago Field Agent Designation Drop Spindle, Songbird, team leader Dominic Rower, Chicago Field Agent Designation Gold Standard, Fluctuation Sylvia Yang, Chicago Field Agent Designation Turncoat, Speculation, former IPL

Delgado: This is Delgado. Rower, Yang, and I have arrived at the town of unclear. Uh- yeah, I know the mission instructions and Francis said it was called Glade, and that it’s in Kansas, but I don’t see any signs or street names or, well, really anything that isn’t covered in claw marks.

Rower: Uh-huh. Everything’s completely covered in them; the road, the windows, the street lights, even the gas station sign. I’m glad we took the Pony Express and not a car, or else we’d be stranded. Hell knows what put claw marks in the asphalt…

(Sounds of footsteps)

Yang: Uh, guys, I think I found someone. Or, eugh, part of someone.

Delgado:** Hyugh, yeah, that’s an arm. For the record, it’s a human arm, adult size, tan, and very bloody. Severed somewhere between the shoulder and the elbow… I think. Don’t wanna get any closer, that’s for sure.

(Camera clicks)

Rower: Guys, there’s more.

(Sound of footsteps)

Yang, bewildered: Holy cannoli that’s a lot of blood.

Delgado: And… guts. And bits of something that went through something very nasty. I guess this is what happens if you skin a cat. Well, lots of cats.

…

What? No gallows humor?

Rower: Mate, we don’t know what’s, or who’s dead, or even how many are dead. You don’t even feel a bit sorry?

Delgado, defensively: Hey, hey, just trying to live up to my lighthearted patron, aye? Why aren’t you being all analytical and junk?

Rower, defensively: What, am I supposed to be emotionless? Y’think that’s what the Deer’s about? Man, if we weren’t partners—

Yang, forcefully: Shut up the both of you. Let’s just do our jobs. We’re not the goddamned IPC, we don’t need to do a whole war crimes investigation. We’re just here to log the carnage and leave the evidence intact.

Delgado: sigh, aye. Sorry, mate.

Rower: No big deal, let’s just get on with it.

(Sounds of footsteps)

Rower, somewhat distantly: Found a leg over here, knee down. Hurghk… and a hand. Huh, seems like the hand was holding on to something before it was, uh, cut off.

(Camera clicks)

Yang, closer: There’s some blood red graffiti here. Doesn’t look like actual blood though, just red paint. Uh, I think it says “Conquered and Fallen, #1” with an exclamation mark on the end. Looks really neat though, like someone took their time tagging it.

(Camera clicks)

Rower, farther away: Looks like all the buildings been broken into, though it’s kinda hard to tell through all the claw marks.

(Sounds of rustling, footsteps, camera clicks)

Rower: Yup, gas station’s been ransacked too. Shelves turned over, cash register smashed, coolers busted to bits. There was also blood in there, looked kinda like footprints from boots or something, but ain’t no way I’m going anywhere in there.

Delgado: Y’know, I think we might be in over our heads.

Yang, sarcastically: Y’think?

Delgado: Yeah, no, we’re definitely in over our heads.

Rower: Should we bail?

Yang: No way. I dunno about you guys, but it just feels like we’ve got to document the stuff here and get it over with… is that a Speculation thing?

Delgado: Maybe, but I feel similarly. Let’s just get on with it.

Rower: Aye.

(Sounds of footsteps, clicking of cameras, and occasional nosies of disgust)

(Door creaks)

Unknown #1 M: HEY!

Delgado, strongly: Who’s there? We mean you no harm! We mean you no harm!!

Unknown #1 M: What are y’all doing here? Haven’t ya seen the blood?

Delgado: Oh, we’re… hitchhikers. And, uh, journalists. Technically.

Rower: Yeah, the last guy we rode with dropped us off a bit down the highway, and said that Glade was the next town over.

Unknown #1 M, while gesturing about: Well, it ain’t much of a town anymore. Gotta say, I don’t quite know what happened myself. Just heard a bunch’a horses and marching and, well, violence, and I hid. It just stopped a few hours ago, but I was still scared, so I didn’t go out. At least till I heard y’all clattering and threatening to throw your lunches.

Yang: Horses? And marching?

Unknown #1 M: Yeah, like a whole lotta horses. Y’know, it kinda sounded like one of those old cavalry charges from war movies. And the marching sounded like a war movie too. Lock-step and in formation and such. Oh, and dogs. Lotsa dogs. Barking and howling and, uh, what’s the word? Begging? Like when a dog really wants your food and starts making real loud noises.

Rower: Y’mean baying? Like when they feed the wolves at the zoo?

Unknown #1 M: Yeah, yeah! They were baying, but then they stopped and then they started again, over and over and over. Oh God, d’ya think they were eating people?

Delgado: I sure hope not.

Unknown #1 M: Well, whatever happened out there, I ain’t gonna leave just yet. Y’all gonna be alright?

Delgado: Yeah, we’ve done this before. In fact, we’ve been hitchhiking in search of stories like this for a bit. Left from St. Louis a few days ago.

Unknown #1 M: Be careful out there. And, uh, if you find a boy named Samuel, tell him that Ronald’s fine.

(Door creaks)

(Sounds of footsteps, clicking of cameras, and occasional noises of disgust resume)

— 16:24 MINUTES CUT FOR BREVITY —

Delgado, tiredly: Stars Above, that was some nonsense.

Yang: Seconded. Hey Rower, for the record, how many people did we actually find?

Rower: Only 47. 23 men, 24 women, no kids nor elderly. Every one of them was fit, younger than 50, and completely able. Last census count had the population at 96. None of them could describe the incident beyond the sounds of an army with horses and dogs, the sounds of fighting, and the sounds of screams.

Delgado: Most of the food was missing, too. All the stuff in packaging at least. Nothing but sad fruits and vegetables, right?

Yang: Yup. Oh, and there was this banner. We got photos, of course, but even with the camera’s capabilities, I doubt it really caught everything on that thing. It looked like old-fashioned woven cotton, kinda tattered. It was painted on with a properly medieval-looking image, like you’d find in illuminated manuscripts. It had some Latin above it, something along the lines of ‘the white hound who conquers’ and ‘the red fox who slaughters’, and the image was of, well, a white hound with a crown getting chased by a red fox with a sword.

Rower: That imagery’s concerning to say the least. It may be tamer than a wolf, but a hound still hunts. And the crown? It’s obviously Expanse of some variety, but I’ve never heard of a dog-herald who brings a whole ass army to decimate farming towns.

Delgado: And the Latin saying ‘the red fox who slaughters’ means that Chatter‘s herald is somehow more vicious than Expanse’s. How something that can kill almost forty people in a single night is not described as ‘who slaughters’ makes me scared.

Yang: Well, it ain’t our problem any more. Betcha de Klerk and Ramos are gonna have to do the follow-up.

Rower: Serves them right, getting all those cushy jobs after we work our asses off weekly. Still can’t help but feel bad for them though, this one’s a doozy. I’m still scared of whatever put claw marks in the asphalt.

Delgado: In summary, some Expanse-related nonsense went down in Glade, Kansas, where some 40 odd folks either got killed and eaten by dogs and horses and soldiers, or they went missing, while the ones who didn’t are completely fine and also young and fit. Claw marks, blood red graffiti, and a banner with medieval-style imagery of a fox and a hound and Latin in a field were also found. Follow up definitely necessary. Delgado, Rower, and Yang, signing off.

Oh, and we never did find Samuel. Sorry, Ronald.

— RECORDING ENDS —

#worldbuilding #urban fantasy #fiction #short story #layered earth #My third post and I’m already rambling #cw blood #cw violence #cw dismemberment #it mentions body parts and blood but there’s no actual violence #cannibalism is also implied but didn’t actually happen

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lizzieonka · 1 year

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Reading a new horror danmei, and oh man, this is interesting

Chu Yang's eyes widened and he thought to himself, what if they don’t call the police and this turns out to be a case of murder and body dimemberment? The manager seemed to know what he was thinking and explained with an odd look, "It's not that I want to cover anything up, but... this room wasn't even occupied yesterday." Chu Yang became more and more confused, “No one was staying in here? But I saw a sign hanging on the door... The manager hesitated for a moment then suddenly reached out and pulled the door shut. Just when Chu Yang was struggling to understand, she opened the door once more. Chu Yang's mouth opened slightly and he blinked his eyes hard, even rubbing his eyelids with his hands, wondering if there was something wrong with his contact lenses. The room was clean, completely uninhabited, not to mention any blood or chunks of flesh...

#haunted places live #horror #murder mention #gore cw #body dismemberment mention #danmei #miyamiwu.live #miyamiwu.src

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the-rainbow-overflow · 1 year

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Just a heads up. Been developing a new character, Viroxa.

He's a bit fucked up in the head, so giving some fair warning for if you want to ask him questions. (Planning an introductory drabble but wanted to put this warning out first)

If you've got a problem with body horror/ a fear of doctors/ dismemberment, or a few others I can't think of rn, don't interact with him. He's not a good person and is arguably the most amoral fucker I've ever thrown together. (For those of you who've read a book titled Unwind(by Neal Shusterman), you know where this shit's going)

Those of you who enjoy a fucked up evil science guy with no chance of redemption, go ahead.

#body horrow cw #fan troll #character warning #dismemberment mention cw

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altr114209anon · 1 year

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I would expect no less, master, plus with how you pull the strings, its only sensible you're very dexterous.

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#n-anon #Puppet Cas #tw death mention #tw dismemberment #tw death #tw #cw #content warnings #content warning #trigger warning #may be triggering #trigger warnings #possibly triggering

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tuhtofu · 1 year

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a flower yet to bloom

cw: sub kabukimono, dom reader, gn reader, corruption, masturbation, virginity loss, hand jobs, blow jobs, fingering, anal sex, dacryphilia, overstimulation, size difference, masochism, praise, dick can be read as strap, mentions of codependency, exhibitionism and dismemberment

wc: 1.3k

Summary: The Electro Archon’s puppet discovers a special kind of pleasure.

A pure, delicate puppet. Pliant and innocent. You’re certain that if you didn’t take him into your hands, someone else would. Someone evil, who’d take advantage of the sweet boy.

You would never.

It was only a few months ago that you had your first encounter with Kabukimono. He was drenched, curled into a corner in Shakkei Pavilion, eyes screwed shut and hands covering his ears from the sounds of thunder and rain.

Your hand reached out, and he looked up at you with the prettiest puppy eyes. You had to help him. His own hand grasped yours, cold and small, and he followed you home without question.

Did he see no other exit, or was he just naive? You quickly realized it was the latter.

At first, Kabukimono wasn’t the talkative type. He never requested anything, and the only words he’d mutter were “yes” and “thank you.” Even so, you’d always talk to him, and allow him to help you with house chores as a bonding activity, and with that, he slowly grew more and more attached to you.

Bright smile greeting you when you returned from your adventures, blush painting his cheeks pink when you pointed out his beautiful features, tiny giggles escaping his lips any time you cooked together, and always eager to learn anything that you were willing to teach him.

These innocent feelings continued developing quicker than Kabukimono could understand them. Normally, seeing your skin exposed around the house or when you exited the shower didn’t cause him to react, but now, seemingly out of nowhere, he feels his whole body heat up as an unfamiliar feeling rises in his gut. He mistook it for anxiety at first, however, a more likely explanation dawned on him.

You’d told him many fairy tales of romance before, ones you’d gathered from your visits to the city of romance itself. The puppet wondered if this was what love felt like. How he shivered when your fingers grazed his arm, and the way he’d get nervous when you’d get too close. How he felt a bit weird… down there, when you praised him.

And sometimes, it would get a little painful. Surely, with your knowledge, you’d be able to give him a solution to the problem, but he was too embarrassed to ask. Those are his private parts, after all.

All he could do was sigh in frustration, cupping himself over his pants when you were out of sight while making his way to your bedroom, plopping down on the bed with a small thud and burying his face into his pillow.

“Why does this keep happening?” he thought to himself, squirming in place– “O-oh! Oh god!”

His eyes widened, and he was trying to comprehend what he just felt. He attempts to recreate the movement again, and the same electrifying feeling runs down his body, eliciting a gasp out of him.

It felt… really good. Right where the tingling sensation arose. So he kept going, rutting against the bed softly as he rested his chin on the pillow, hands holding onto it like a lifeline while his eyes were screwed shut.

Soft little whines poured out of his mouth as he kept going, drooling all over your pillow. He felt guilty for dirtying it, but your sweet scent that lingered was driving him crazy. The more his dick grazed the bed, the louder he became, but he didn’t care. Kabukimono had no way of knowing that such activities were meant to be… private.

Your scurrying to the bedroom was inevitable, worried that something may have happened that caused those moans and whines of your name to be heard from afar, though the sight to be beheld wasn’t expected. Any words you had remained in your throat, leaving it as a small gasp instead.

The puppet’s head turned around at the sound of you walking in, his bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead, eyes filled with tears and cheeks burning hot as his humping subconsciously sped up at the sight of you. Your gaze only served to rile him up more, and he moaned loudly, reaching his hand out to you.

“Please help me…” he mumbled, taking hold of your hand and placing it on his cheek as the tears flowed freely.

Maybe this once, you’d indulge him.

Your sweet Kabukimono didn’t know it was possible to feel this good.

One hand tugging at his aching little cock, mouth latched onto his perky nipples as he thrashes around and cries out in pain. He could barely fit a finger in at first, but now all you can hear is the lewd squelching of your fingers, knuckles deep, stretching him open as his cum splatters all over himself once again with a scream.

And yet, this newfound pleasure that has him in a haze still leaves him absentmindedly begging for more, even if he’s overstimulated to bits. There’s no point in turning back, not when his hole clenches around nothing as you pull your fingers out, practically begging for you to stuff him full.

The puppet’s eyes dilated at the sight of your cock. It was much larger than his, but he wanted it carnally. He wanted you to feel the same pleasure he felt.

He crawled towards you, making his way between your legs and wrapping his small hand around your cock, almost inspecting it.

“Can I… put it in my mouth?” he spoke softly, innocence still laced in his voice, and you nodded, a sweet smile adorning your lips.

He smiled back shyly, wiggling in place as his lips littered kisses on the tip of your cock, before his tongue darted out to leave kitten licks there. He wasn’t good at giving blowjobs at all, but he looked too adorable and eager for complaints. No matter, you’d train him sooner or later.

“Open.” You spoke, and he complied, watching you slap your cock on his tongue before shoving it in, his eyes rolling back in response.

His hands held onto your thighs, clawing at them as you held him by the hair, pushing his head down while his tiny, wet mouth coated barely half of you with saliva. He couldn’t fit more, gagging and mewling with each bob of his head, and as much as you wanted to fuck his throat until his voice got hoarse, you only wanted to make it easier for him to take you.

Kabukimono whined when you pulled him off, and he could feel his throat burning and his scalp hurting from your hold.

“You did so well.” You kissed his sweaty forehead while maneuvering his small body to its previous position, spreading his legs apart and bending him in half hurriedly. The way you manhandled and used his body only made him twitch and leak further, face lighting up at the prospect of making you lose control from desire.

… “Making love,” he called it. Asking you to fuck him silly was too embarrassing, but the feeling of your cock slowly filling him to the brim was too addicting. How you’d cradle his face even as he’d scratch your back and lock his legs around your hips, pushing you further into him until his hole was gaping. How the sudden “I love you” that left his lips in a moan as he squirted onto his tummy was reciprocated while your cock still pistoned into him, going round after round because Kabukimono didn’t want his first time to end until he fell into unconsciousness.

And he’d beg you every day since then. To please make love to him, to ruin him again and again. It didn’t matter if you were busy, if you were outside, or if the world was lit aflame. He would still cling to you, get on his knees, spread himself open, even cut his limbs off if you so inquired.

The pure boy you met was naught but a sweet doll, yours to use and love eternally. And making love was how lovers expressed themselves, so won’t you please wreck him until he is an empty shell, dependent and permanently living through the pleasure you graciously bless him with?

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Dissect Me, Doctor - ,, yandere JPM with a psychologist reader

cw(s): yandere themes, dismemberment, suggestive themes, (James) necrophilia, noncon touching, cannibalism, mention of reader having breakdowns & panic attacks

✧ James found you by God's hand one fateful day. You could say it was more than a mere coincidence, eh? He had just finished killing one of the hotel guests. He was about to call Miss Evers in to clean up the mess when he spotted something sticking out of the dead gentleman's breast pocket. He plucked the card out of your pocket and read it allowed, 'Doctor...' His curiosity was the least bit piqued. Psychologists weren't exactly popular in the 1930s. The true study of the mind hadn't emerged, but James had always lived to study humans. To study their fight or flight instinct, how their bodies react to various torture methods, and how fear affects the human psyche. Perhaps he has found someone who shares his fondness for such things. It would be a great way to meet someone new. Considering Elizabeth refuses to speak with him, he has grown desperate. Not even defiling his killings tapered his already suppressed desires.

✧ He got Sally to teach him how to use this magic witch named 'Wi-fi' who owns the internet—or something like that. Most new technology is just rubbish used to get people to make inauthentic connections. Although perhaps just this once, it can be used for the betterment of his temperament. He has Sally schedule an initial appointment at the hotel. Sally uses the excuse that James is bedridden and terribly ill (non-contagious), but he hates telehealth and just wants someone to talk to in person. You were skeptical because of the rumors surrounding The Cortez, but you were in desperate need of another client, and he was willing to pay extra—a lot extra.

✧ You had your first session in his room, and you immediately got strange vibes from him. He wasn't ill, that was for sure. Perhaps he was a little pale, but he probably hasn't gotten enough sun or vitamin D lately. He was even smoking! He was sitting all relaxed on a couch, dressed up in 1930s-esque attire, with a cane leaning against his lap. He introduced himself as James Patrick March, and you immediately understood why you were called. He either has a personality disorder or is a compulsive liar. Perhaps both. You asked him simple questions, such as his real name and when he was born. You were only getting nonsensical answers. He could not have been born in the late 1800's or early 1900's; that is ridiculous!

James only felt himself grow hotter with each question you asked. It was like a fire had been lit beneath his skin, and he needed to put it out. Then you asked the question that really got him going.

"Since you refuse to use your real name, I'll just call you Mr. March. How is your personal life going? Are you currently sexually active?"

"I have peculiar interests and refined tastes. How do you modern people phrase it? 'Where there is a hole there is a goal'?"

✧ With that astounded expression on your face, he feels his urges compell him to end this lovely conversation early. That look would look perfect on your dead corpse. He takes the sabre out of his cane and tries to slit your throat; he narrowly misses. Somehow, you unlock his room door and bolt through the hallways. How promising. He walks through the winding hallways slowly. You scramble to find the exit, and he struggles with not just outright chasing you through the maze. No, he must preserve the hunt. After what feels like an eternity to you—only eleven minutes in real time—you finally trip over a stair and hit your head on the railing. Talented fox. You nearly escaped to the lobby. You are too much of a challenge to let go so easily. He's going to keep you to get his release. In more ways than one.

✧ You wake up in the middle of the night in the same room as before. It's freezing, and your clothes are nowhere to be found. Your head is pounding, and you are barely able to breathe. James drugged you with some cocktail of drugs—some legal, most not. You feel blades ghosting your body. You feel them just barely slicing into your skin. It must be sleep paralysis, you rationalize. Something whispers sweet nothings into your ears. You are barely able to discern what those words are.

"You taste... a dream."

"Never leave."

"The best prey— never leave me."

✧ You drift off once again before groggily waking up in a different room. You are still in the Cortez, now in room seventy-four. You feel much different today, weighed down and yet free. You don't have any marks on you that would indicate you were harmed last night. You feel the need to escape, but you are also incredibly confused. A maid is in your room, setting down a new set of clothes. She explains that you passed out after you tripped on a stair while leaving the session early. You accuse her of helping the strange man you interviewed who tried to kill you. She chuckles and says that you aren't his type. Her voice has a little bit of spite in it. That was the moment that you were introduced to Miss Evers. Quite possibly the only person who simultaneously envies you for getting all of James attention and pities you for your lack of self-awareness and intelligence in the situation.

✧ Before you are even able to shoo her off this JPM impersonator comes in your room and greets you. You are naturally apprehensive. He is naturally enthralled to see that his trophy prey has awoken. He cannot wait to just see how you react today. You try to leave and he explains that you never finished your session. You accuse him now of trying to murder you. He brushes it off and insists that you at least have breakfast with him before you leave. You are about to answer firmly when Miss Evers folding of a towel loudly snaps together. This 'James' scolds her and she gives him a doe-eyed look. Before you are even able to say no he is ushering you down the hallway in silken pajamas someone put on you while you were passed. The thought makes you shudder.

✧ You both were served a hearty and delicious breakfast. It isn't very filling to you, no matter how much you eat. It must be how queasy you are from yesterday. If it happened. Perhaps you had a mental break due to all the stress you have been through lately. You don't get a lot of time to think because you are snapped from your thoughts. This James speaks about your future together and how you will have a long and fufilling relationship. He asks you to give him a psyche evaluation. When you say no, he subtly threatens you with the thought of not paying because you didn't actually fill his full session. You reluctantly agree.

✧ He's both incredibly frustrated and intrigued by your persistence. How many times must he explain to you that he isn't a 'cosplayer' or someone with a personality disorder. He is simply the great James Patrick March. No matter. It will make you even more fun to play with.

"Your delusions, doctor, are clouding your mind. So I suppose I will have to make you see the truth—one way or another."

He sets up small 'challenges' to see if you can pass them. He wants to test how long your mental fortitude will hold up.

✧ The first of those was dismembering himself in front of your very eyes. He does it multiple times, and they are all random. He will pluck his eye out and stir it in his tea. He will cut open his chest and stuff his organs into your suitcase. He will remove whatever is covering his neck and finger from his suicide wound. He asks if you would like to feel it, stroke it, touch it, or play with it.

"Doctor, I understand you only deal with the human mind, but would you like to feel this and assess if it is real? Do you believe me now?"

He will stab himself in the heart during one of your sessions and tell you that this is what you do to him. In the most extreme cases, if he isn't getting your coveted attention, he will take himself apart limb by limb and place them on your bed like a cross.

✧ You begin to come to terms with the fact that, at least, this man is psychotic. Perhaps not a ghost, but definitely a killer and wickedly sadistic. You try so many of the phones in the hotel, but so many seem not to work. You try to find your way out once again, but you seem to be trapped within these walls. Which comes to one of his many other tactics: trapping you in The Cortez's hallway maze. He is able to distort the minds of his guests and make sure that they never get out. Like a rat trying to find an escape from a box maze that has no exit. He enjoys just slowly walking behind you and taking in your panic and your quick breaths when your clothing rides up on you. He is able to take a respectful peek at what he will inevitably see time and time again.

✧ He keeps you trapped in the hotel. You never even have a chance to get to the lobby. He has a nice breakfast, lunch, and dinner with you. He has his daily sessions with you. Outside of that? His torture. All of his torture. All of it. He threatens you with it subtly if you do something that he is displeased with. He'll even lock you in that death closet of his and make you stand right near the spike. Sometimes you prefer to be in there because you can hide from him. He likes it when you hide in his death traps. So he totally leaves you alone and totally just doesn't sit right outside your ability to view him.

You are coming to the point where those times when he is cordial are the times you crave. All part of his plan, of course. Although—he hopes that you will keep up the chase, he likes that fiery spirit of yours.

✧ You often find him getting release from his dead victims. You know because your relentless cycle of agony and pleasure stops. At least he doesn't force himself on you when you are awake. You end up doing your best to stay as far away as possible from him during that time. Only you always end up stumbling into the same room as him. You avert your eyes, yet he always has something cheeky to say to you.

"Ngh—darling, darling, wait! This.... this could be us. This could be me. You and me. Nothing could be a replacement for how your flesh feels against mine."

He always turns around and gives you one of those godforsaken winks of his.

✧ That isn't the only time his victims come into play. You are always suspicious of the food he serves you. It's either drugged or the meat could be made from his victims. You first learned that the hard way. You were served meatloaf, and James called in manloaf. He stated that it was made in this very hotel by the very guest who was trying to help you leave. You wanted them so bad, you can have them—in your stomach.

✧ Not even the Countess is able to help. Not that she tries. She is too busy luring more men in. She's forgotten about James mostly, except for the betrayal. She gives you a few warnings and some caution when she can. You are almost like one of her children. Perhaps she would help you if you really were in need. Maybe.

✧ You still get those sensations in your sleep. The feeling of fingertips ghosting on your figure. How the sheets seem to slip off your body. A warm presence keeps you close throughout the night. It often manifests in such strange dreams. It feels like James's thoughts are being injected into your own mind. You dream of him against you—sometimes he is brutally murdering you, and in others he is sensually caressing you. He always seems to tease and taunt you with those tantalizing images in your mind.

✧ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ — You often have panic attacks and breakdowns because of him. Your heart rate quickens as sweat rolls down your body. Your legs shake and give in. The entire hotel seems to spin around you. You have to seek him out for your own comfort. It's so twisted and vile. You can feel bile rising in the back of your throat when it happens. You almost have to crawl on your hands and knees to reach him. Yet, it feels like heaven. His skin is so soft and supple. His suit is always made of the most comfortable materials. His body is always so cool to the touch. In those moments, your body melts into his. That is, until your mind stops its dissociation long enough to realize the trauma you were going through. You are falling for him—a classic case of Stockholm syndrome. You couldn't stand for this. You need to fight against this, against him.

✧ Unfortunately, your non-belief in ghosts stops when you see multiple people you thought were dead trying to warn you. You see your patient, who was killed in this very hotel. They tell you that they're so happy to see you. They are so happy you are here with them. You have to put on your therapist hat again and calm them down. It all clicks. Other people you thought were guests here were warning you. You are being oddly welcomed into the space. The others are cautious of your presence and afraid to upset the owner, the one who holds so much power over them. That strange being that seemed to flicker in and out of your peripheral occasionally. You finally make peace with the fact that James Patrick March is indeed a ghost. You really do need to escape here.

✧ You steal the hotel's shipping schedule for their toiletries and linens. You make a plan to escape. You think you are so clever, and it really makes James hot under his white buttoned collar. He lets you think that you are so much more astute than him. It makes him a little desperate, but he won't show it. He needs your touch so badly. He needs you to love him so badly. He needs you to be his little trophy victim. He needs you to help him chase his highs. He needs you. He needs you. He needs you. You, only you.

✧ He confesses his undying adoration for you and clings to your waist as you try to walk out. He sighs and tries one more tactic before you step out the door. He promises to tell you the entire truth. You are caught off guard by this, and your hand slips off the door. He leads you to his trophy room and shows you his 10 Commandment killings. He directs you to the corner, where your body lies. You are covered in wounds that have long since dried out. Your eyes are lifeless. You have his name etched across your naked chest. You scream, shout, and sob. James gently holds you and soothes you even as you thrash, kick, and gnaw at him.

"You've been trapped here the entire time. Since that night."

As if that makes it any better. You aren't that stupid. You could connect the dots—lack of appetite, coldness, the odd sensations, everything. You are stuck with this monster for all eternity.

"Hmm, yes! I saw you and just knew that I had to have you. Have you gotten my diagnosis yet, my love? It's lovesickness, and your body is the cure."

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A Theory on the Kayanos' Murders

CW Violent murder, blood, mention of dismemberment

Hello members of the jury! I'm currently writing a few posts regarding the prisoners' murders and forgiveness and all that, so I decided I would explain my full theory on what the Kayanos' murders are, since while it's nothing out of the norm (I think), my exact interpretation gets a bit specific. And thus, I want to put all the evidence I have for my claims in one post so I don't sound insane when discussing these two.

(Yes despite what my previous posts may imply I actually believe Twokoto now lol. I still think Trikoto is perfectly fine, I just think Twokoto makes a bit more sense currently)

Again, it's nothing too wild; I believe Mikoto killed someone on the side of the road, the trauma from that caused John to be 'born', and then John killed at least two other people because he knew they were causing Mikoto trouble.

Claim 1: John killed people

A big part of this post is going to rely on the windows in Double. In case you're not aware, it's generally agreed that white windows are related to Mikoto while black windows are related to John. It's easy to tell from the first chorus, the start of the second verse, and the second chorus. Mikoto to the left, John to the right.

Additionally, when the windows are white, the train seems to be moving to Mikoto's left to the right (perspective from the first chorus), while when the windows are dark it moves from John's right to his left. This gives the impression that Mikoto and John are sitting across from each other, with Mikoto on the left side of the train and John on the right side. Here, I made a graph to help with the perspective because it is a bit mindfucky.

(Clarification: when I say "Mikoto's perspective" I actually mean our perspective while looking at Mikoto. Same with John. Apologies for the confusion)

Of course, that's assuming they actually are on the same train, going in the same direction, but I don't think that's too wild an assumption to make.

It's important to note this doesn't have anything to do with the window colors, which are exclusively used to differentiate alters, with the exception of the very end where John is seen with white windows long story. Rather, this perspective thing is a surprise tool which will help us later.

Anyways, now that we know the window thing, it's not hard to see how John has killed at least one person.

I mean, yeah. He sure do be killing in that shot. Black windows, so this is John. There's also this:

Although the kill itself has white windows in the background, the train compartment it happens in has dark windows.

Plus there's the whole "I saved you, right?" in the past tense. It can't be referring to John taking the fall for Mikoto's murder (we'll get there), since Mikoto hasn't been saved from that yet. Instead, it sorta has to be about John previously killing people that were stressing Mikoto out. Especially when looking at other lines like:

[Double] You’re overdoing it, you’re already broken But if you persist, I guess it’s my job to keep things on an even keel Me, the other you I’ll take it all on

The use of present tense in "you're overdoing it" implies this is being sung at a time when Mikoto is overworking, and it's now that John will "keep things on an even keel." Combined with him picking up the metal bat here, it seems he's talking about killing to ease Mikoto's issues.

Which, speaking of, I should probably say why John would kill anyone.

Claim 2: John's Motivations

[Neoplasm] Es: Can I ask… why you killed them? John: They annoyed me. Es: Who did you kill? John: Just someone who was walking around nearby. Es: … How many did you kill? John: Can't remember. I was first born back then, you know. It's kinda fuzzy.

Now, these claims aren't the most trust-worthy, but we'll get there when we get there. For now, all we have as a stated motive is "they annoyed [me]" (no pronoun used, it's ambiguous who they actually annoyed) and "to save Mikoto." The good news is that we actually did sorta see a situation where John tried to kill someone, meaning we can get an idea of what his modus operandi is.

I'm referring to the point in John Doe where John attacks Es.

[John Doe] Mikoto: I became a murderer… without even knowing it…? There's no way, no way… Es: Let's give it some time. The threads of your memory might untangle themselves eventually. Mikoto:*Gasping* Es: A murderer without memory of killing… in which case, how should I think of you… Hey, Mikoto– John: AAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!

Es does absolutely nothing between the time John starts fronting and when John attacks them. And if you look further, Es doesn't do much else. That means either John has some idea of what was going on before he started fronting, or he can feel Mikoto's resentment even though he isn't the one fronting.

This is where I acknowledge I am not an expert in DID, I'm not a system, and because of that there is a high chance I get stuff wrong, please correct me if I say anything stupid!

Although I unfortunately can't find any better sources for this than some Reddit threads, from what I understand it's possible for one alter to feel the emotions of a different alter who isn't fronting. This means John could have known Mikoto was getting really frustrated with Es, and decided Es had to die for that. However, it's unclear how much John knew about the situation, since he never says anything too specific.

As a result, it's possible John is willing to attack people because he can feel Mikoto hates them, even if he isn't fully sure why Mikoto might be frustrated at them. On the other hand, perhaps John does retain memory of what Mikoto goes through even when Mikoto is fronting. Again, I can't find good sources on how this works, but from what I've seen some systems do have alters which can share memories to an extent. I really hope I'm not saying anything horrendously stupid lol.

Anyways, the point I'm trying to make is that regardless of how it happens, John's desire to kill his victim(s) comes from Mikoto's frustrations with those people.

[Neoplasm] John: …! … I think… I might be the person Mikoto wishes he was. The person who stubbornly stands his ground, who doesn't cry himself to sleep from stress, who gives people their payback.

The fact he's represented by the Devil card, which is associated with people's darkest desires, supports the idea his actions are an extension of Mikoto's wishes.

This can also be inferred from the "neuron" scene in Double. You know the one, the one that goes "Doesn't matter if you didn't wish for it, can't get rid of me now". I interpret those silver star things to be representative of neurons, and it's animated in the way it is to represent Mikoto's thoughts (the words in blue) reaching John's conscious at the bottom (the red). I hope that makes sense.

So in short, I believe John found out Mikoto was getting bothered by certain people, and that's why he killed them.

Claim 3: Mikoto killed a guy

Alright so now the harder one to prove. Let me add up all the evidence.

Point #1: Mikoto is the Milgram prisoner, not John

This one is pretty straightforward. Since Milgram doesn't gather every single murderer in the world, John not being a prisoner doesn't mean he didn't kill. But the inverse is potentially true; if Mikoto is a prisoner, then he must have killed someone. Unless there's more alters and one of them is the prisoner, this makes some sense.

The counter-argument is that Milgram is very clearly not designed for systems, so it's possible Mikoto is only the prisoner because he's the host and no other reason. Still, it's worth keeping in mind.

Point #2: A murder on light windows

Take a look at this scene from Double.

As you can see, the way this is framed, it looks as if Mikoto is running away from John. Down to the horror movie motifs of "victim running - persecutor walking." This time, the windows on both sides of Mikoto are white, while the windows on both sides of John are black, instead of there being white and black across from each other.

Looking at the scene, which I can't really show you with still images and will need you to confirm yourself, is that John and Mikoto are moving in the same direction as the train. You can tell based on the relative speed of the objects outside. And yet, there's body parts outside of the train, which move from the front to the back. On the white windows. Which represent Mikoto. And there's an entire window between the left of the screen (where for all we know the windows could change) and where the blood appears. Here's a diagram.

So, uh, Mikoto? Who the hell killed that guy? It certainly wasn't John, especially because the body parts are outside. John was the one who got onto the train (see: cigarette), so I would argue a murder outside could imply it was performed by Mikoto, who notably doesn't usually ride trains. Although I'm not sure that reasoning makes sense to anyone but me.

However, the body being outside presents a much bigger issue for Mikoto's innocence. When John swings, and apparently causes something similar to happen, he's inside. We don't see the mannequin he supposedly hits, and God knows how the pieces ended up outside. Not to mention he for some reason swings at where the legs would be, instead of at the head like all the other attacks we see.

My point here is that this murder makes very little sense if John is supposed to have caused it. Because of all that, to me, this represents John taking the fall for Mikoto's one kill. Unlike the other John murders, which show the "victim" and make physical sense, this one doesn't show the victim and has inconsistencies because John didn't do it. The murder was originally in the white windows, and John is scrambling to make it look like it happened on the black windows, even though that doesn't really work as shown by the diagram above.

Am I taking these scenes too literally? Maybe, but even symbolically, what does it mean if blood appears when the windows are white? Surely there's at least a chance it's Mikoto doing this murder.

Point #3: 3rd Anniversary artwork

Let's first establish what the 3rd anniversary art usually represents. It's been pointed out by many before me that these pieces are closely connected to the prisoners' murders. This is clearest with Muu, Amane and Kotoko.

Muu is wearing her school outfit, but she has a shoe off, just like she did when she killed Rei.

Amane is wearing her Magic outfit, but she's holding her thunder wand, which places this image near her murder. Specifically right before her murder, as she's still wearing her black bow tie instead of her cloud medal thing.

Kotoko is holding her Jacques Roulet cap, a hat she usually only uses alongside her blue and yellow jacket. The only exception is during her murder, where she's wearing the outfit we see in the anniversary artwork while the cap rests on the floor.

The others all hold up with this hypothesis. Yuno is wearing her yellow shirt, the one she's wearing in Tear Drop near the end when she lets out a tear, presumably representative of her murder. Fuuta is wearing the hoodie and mask he wears throughout Bring it On, and he's holding his phone, which does fit doxxing Killcheroy even though it's more generic. Kazui and Mahiru are wearing the outfits they wear in the scenes of their respective lovers' death. Haruka wears his Weakness plain white outfit, which could point to any moment of his narrative, including the murder. And the only times we see Shidou physically kill (cutting off flowers), he's wearing the floral jacket he wears in the artwork.

I want to be clear. For most of them, the relation to the murder could just be because they don't have many outfits in their MVs. However, Muu's, Amane's and Kotoko's feel extremely intentional, and the fact none of the other ones contradict this trend makes it feel like it could be universal.

Which gets us to Mikoto's artwork. And in his artwork, he's holding (what looks to be) a vape pen. John smokes cigarettes, so that's definitely Mikoto. In the murder artwork. So, uh. Yeah. That certainly feels like he must have killed at least one person.

The only small contradiction is that his beanie is nowhere to be found, which is why I don't consider this definitive. However, the fact they specifically chose to make Mikoto hold a vape pen when every other prisoner can easily be connected to the murder feels... intentional.

Point #4: Swing and a hit

More Double screenshots.

So a few weird things. For starters, let's get something straight: there's two murders depicted here. Notice how the first image shows a Kayano swinging with a right-handed swing, then the second shows John (black windows) doing a left-handed swing. The important thing isn't the type of swing, but the fact they're different.

(I know I made some posts at one point about dominant hands, but as my beloved and extremely smart mutual accirax pointed out a lot of the time Milgram characters switch hands because it looks better for the animation, so they're sorta ambidextrous by default lol)

It's not hard to realize if you try to follow the motion yourself. The only way this works is if he swings one way, then the other, which doesn't fit the fact all mannequins are usually destroyed after just one hit. And it's not like it's an animation issue: you can literally fix this by flipping the image.

... Okay it does look a bit awkward but I think it works well enough. It's less weird than the swing changing mid-way through.

To me, this is similar to what I talked about before with the white window murder. John's subconscious trying to convince itself this was John by thinking back to a different murder that has nothing to do with this one. I have no idea if that makes sense.

And then there's the fact the background in the first image is pure white. This doesn't have to mean the one fronting is Mikoto, but why leave it ambiguous if it would have worked perfectly fine with black windows in the background?

Hell, actually, who says we're on the train? This is the only scene in the entirety of Double (apart from the mom phone call) where it's unclear whether we're on the train or not. And as we established, if there is a murder outside the train, it would probably be Mikoto murdering.

And don't get me started on the blood, the eye, and the noise in the background.

First, the background noise in this scene famously has baby crying noises. Could it be we're witnessing John's "birth"? Because if that's the case, then either John was born during the phone call with the mother, which doesn't make a whole lot of sense if you think about it, or John was born during or after the murder on screen.

This actually fits with the close-up of the eye. Despite the fact that "right-hand swing Kayano" seems pretty chill as he attacks the mannequin, right as the scene end, his pupils become smaller as if he's surprised by something. But what would he be surprised about? To me, it feels like "right-hand swing Kayano" was perhaps dissociating (I think that's the right term, please correct me if I'm wrong), and then John is born. Naturally, John gets surprised by the fact the first thing he sees is a dead person, explaining the odd reaction.

Funnily enough, this is actually supported by the very strange blood behavior. It's hard to describe, so bear with me. You see how there's one big orb at the center of the screen? And it starts with one small drop, which enters the orb, and then three small droplets come out the other side? Uh... Diagram?

This isn't normal blood behavior, of course (<- not that I know what normal blood behavior actually is, but I know how liquids work and this ain't it). It's imagery of something splitting, which in the context of alters, fits alongside the baby noises and the weird reaction to murder. Although I fully acknowledge the blood thing falls into the territory of "am I reading too much into this or is Milgram just insane?", so you know. Take it with a few metric tons of salt.

(Funnily enough, it does split into three things. Trikoto win? It doesn't convince me, but the interpretation is valid)

To recap, we have a strange murder with a white background, possible misdirection by showing a completely unrelated murder performed by John, baby noises, imagery of something splitting, and a reaction to the murder which could support an alter being born in that very moment. All of this could imply this "right-hand swing murder" is the moment John is born, which would mean the actual murderer is Mikoto.

Point #5: The tarot spreads in MeMe

This one is very abstract, but it can definitely point to Mikoto murdering someone. Take a look at the two different spreads we see in the first chorus (the first one flashes twice but it's the same).

These things are really complicated, and I should probably do a post about them at some point, but I'm gonna focus on the main things, that being the changes between the two spreads.

For starters, we see that the "querent" card, the one in the middle of The Wheel, is the reversed Hanged Man. Since this is the portrait besides The Fool in the water world thing, it can be assumed the reversed Hanged Man represents Mikoto. Thus, these are his spreads.

Then, the Outcome card of the first spread is the Devil. Since the Devil card on its own also flashes after the second spread, it can be assumed the Devil is also the Outcome of the second spread, as that's the only card which is not visible. Then, as stated before, the Devil card is related to John. This means the Outcome of the situation depicted in these spreads is John. In other words, this is the situation which led to John appearing.

Now we have to establish how we're supposed to read these things. I've explained it in another post, but basically, the only way we can tell how we're supposed to read the cards in The Wheel is by knowing the order they're drawn, so we can determine if the meaning is based on position or draw order (long story). We can do this by looking at the final spread, where it appears the cards are drawn Bottom->Right->Left->Top. This doesn't exactly fit any common way of drawing them, so we read based on position. Aditionally, since this is Japanese media and the card to the right is drawn before the card on the left, middle row of The Wheel is Future<-Present<;-Past. And based on the way the upright Page of Pentacles is placed in the final spread, if the name of the card is to the left the horizontal card is upright, if not it's reversed. If that doesn't make any sense to you, don't worry too much about it, I'll walk you through the important parts. You want a diagram? No? Well, you're gonna get one so-

After clarifying that, we can see that in these two spreads, while most of everything remains consistent, the Future and the Conscious change, the Challenge flips, and the Attitude is revealed. Let's take it one step at a time.

Let's start with the first spread. In the Challenge position (horizontal middle), we have the upright Queen of Swords. This card can represent anything you want tarot reading is so annoying a couple of things, including an authority figure. In the Challenge position, it could indicate there is a lack of communication, that the querent is being too "cold", in the sense they're not expressing their emotions correctly.

Then, in the Conscious position, the thing Mikoto is actively working towards, we have the Ace of Cups. This card can represent new beginnings, new relationships, good fortune, basically "good new things are coming your way." However, there is a slight change between MeMe's Ace of Cups and the IRL version, which could change the meaning a bit.

(No I don't know why MeMe calls it "Cup of Ace" that's just wrong lol)

As you can see, the IRL version has the water from the cup spilling on its own, while the MeMe version has the cup being intentionally spilt on top of a few mannequins. What I think this could mean: if you take the water spilling as a good thing (which is how it's usually interpreted, the idea is that spirituality is overflowing or something like that), the IRL version shows that new good things are coming no matter what, while the MeMe version has the water spilling intentionally because Mikoto is actively trying to cause new, good developments, such as new relationships (we'll get there). That's also why it's in the Conscious position, Mikoto is consciously trying to build a good new relationship.

After that, in the Future position, we have the reversed Wheel of Fortune. This can mean a lot of things, but it mainly has to do with a negative cycle in someone's life. In the Future position, then, this could mean a perpetuation of a negative cycle in Mikoto's life. Thus, in the first spread, if things continue as they are in that moment, the cycle of abuse Mikoto suffers at work will continue.

The Attitude card is obscured. I should note that this card can actually be read in a few different ways, but I think "Attitude" fits best here.

I'll also note the Subconscious card at the bottom of the Wheel ("so below") is the reversed Ten of Wands, which can represent Mikoto is feeling overburdened. Which we know certainly applies to his work.

Let's see here. Mikoto has a problem, possibly with someone in a position of authority, and feels overburdened. This could point to the Queen of Swords being a boss or a manager or something like that. It's upright because Mikoto isn't being direct enough in his desires; he's trying to 'play nice' and build up his relationship with the "Queen", that's what the Ace of Cups could represent. Not like I think his situation would actually improve if he told this "Queen" that he felt overworked, but still, the idea that Mikoto is bottling up his emotions definitely fits what we see of him. If he keeps it up, the cycle of (workplace) abuse will continue, represented by the reversed Wheel of Fortune. This would lead to Mikoto's darkest desires exploding; the Devil is the Outcome.

Let's move to the second spread. The Challenge is still the Queen of Swords, but reversed. This could imply the person giving Mikoto problems is still the same, but now the issue is that Mikoto is being too emotional. Again, there are a lot of ways to read these things, but I think that works.

The Conscious card is now the reversed Wheel of Fortune, which could mean Mikoto is actively aware of and possibly trying to break the negative cycle he's in.

The Future is now the Ace of Cups, which could imply there is a new relationship in Mikoto's future. This is where we acknowledge that the water can also represent consciousness, and in the MeMe version, it is being spilt over mannequins. And...

*sigh* The Ace of Cups can be associated with pregnancy, which fits the whole "newborn" thing John's got going on.

Indeed, I believe the new relationship in Mikoto's future is John, a "mannequin" receiving "consciousness." There is no other thing this could really allude to besides Milgram, which I don't think these spreads reference. However, if this really is about John, that would mean this spread is showing a situation before John's birth.

The Attitude card, which (according to most sources, there are conflicting reports on what the first card of The Wand is) represents how the querent is trying to achieve their Conscious goal, is the reversed King of Cups. This is most often associated with emotional repression, but it can also be connected to violence. Which is very interesting, because John has the same Attitude card in his spread. And we know how he approaches his issues (violence).

So all in all, Mikoto is having issues with an authority figure, and he's (possibly) being emotional about it. He's trying to break out of a negative cycle, and he's doing this either by repressing his emotions or by pulling a John (violence). In the future, this will lead to John's birth, which is why the Outcome is still implied to be the Devil.

This, by itself, doesn't necessarily imply murder. Again, the Attitude could be emotional repression and not violence. The weird thing is that the spread changed. And that means something had to happen to get the Future to change. The change can't have been John being born; that's still in the Future. And the thing we know happened is that the Conscious goal Mikoto was working towards changed, from wanting a prosperous new beginning or relationship to destroying an existing cycle.

Because of that, to me, it feels like the change between the first spread and the second is that Mikoto decided to let his emotions take over (reversing the Queen of Swords) and killed (reversed King of Cups) the authority figure who was causing him trouble, and this caused John to be born.

The final thing to note is that John's Past card is the Wheel of Fortune (upright). This could be read to mean the situation leading up to John's current situation is the destruction of a cycle, which fits the idea that Mikoto tried to destroy it before John was born.

Is this definitive evidence? Hell no! Tarot readings are so ambiguous that I'm pretty sure you can read these to mean whatever the hell you want them to mean. This is just my take on it, I don't even necessarily consider it good evidence because again, if you just take different meanings from the cards you can get whatever. But it's still something.

Point #6: John's insistence

Let's see what John says about the murders again.

So, as stated, John may have killed people without fully knowing why Mikoto was angry at them, but that doesn't mean this makes perfect sense. We know their victims weren't just "someone who was walking around nearby". Unless Mikoto regularly carries around a metal baseball bat for some god-forsaken reason, there must have been some kind of premeditation at play. John has to at least be hiding the real reasons for the murders, possibly because Mikoto might consider them shameful (more on that in a bit). This opens the door to the possibility he's hiding more than just that, and that makes a lot of his other claims seem a bit... desperate.

[Neoplasm] John: From [Mikoto's] point of view, he's being blamed for a crime he can't even remember. Es: If that's the truth, then… you're the one who committed the murder? John: Yeah, it's me. I killed them off. Es: … John: So Mikoto really didn't do it. Es: Is this really something that works that conveniently? John: Just put yourself in Mikoto's shoes for a moment! He was bottling up all his stress! He kept dealing with it all by himself the whole time, until it exploded! It's not like he just decided that he wanted to hurt somebody! Es: … John: He's not the type of person who could do stuff like that! He always looks out for others, always reads the room, always tries to get along with people around him! He can't do stuff like that… He was on the verge of exploding! That's why I was born. It's terrible, isn't it? My other self didn't do anything! Es: Even if that's true… Even if it wasn't what Mikoto wanted – someone's life was still lost. [...] John: I'm the one who did it! Mikoto didn't do it! You know that because of MILGRAM! I don't care about the law, I want to know what you think! Es: … John: Please… forgive Mikoto. I'm the one who did it.

The amount of times John tries to take the fall for every single murder is so insane it makes it sound suspicious. Why does he say it so much?

Still, I'll be honest, this might just be confirmation bias, as a lot of these lines can still absolutely be read with the interpretation that John is the only killer.

John: If I, the "John" personality, hadn't been born, I'm sure Mikoto would have reached his limit and fallen apart. Es: John… you… John: It's true that I was the one who wanted to destroy everything… and the weakness of Mikoto, who couldn't stand up for himself all alone, might have been the origin of that. But… that's all there is to it. Is that a sin?

So I don't consider this evidence at all, frankly. In fact, Neoplasm is one of the things which make me doubt the Mikoto-killer theory a bit, but I don't think it outright deconfirms it or anything. I'm just including this because I know some people think he's extremely suspicious here.

Point #7: Small visual stuff

1- The first time we see victims in Double, John's bat doesn't have any blood on it, which could imply the one who killed the mannequin(s) beside him was Mikoto.

2- The mannequin standing in for Death in the Death card is blue, a color most associated with Mikoto.

This one isn't great because you can read it more symbolically, with Mikoto being the main force of change in the system's life instead of someone who brings death. Though I'd argue the mace thing sort of implies something more violent.

3- At the start of Double, we see this:

The guy is shown as a blue and red mannequin, but what's interesting is that the blue part has a skull and the red part has a map thing. I don't consider this very important, but the blue with the skull could be indication of Mikoto having killed someone.

4- In Double, Mikoto is represented by antlers (I think that's what they are) in the same way John is represented by a crown of thorns ("savior", etc).

Antlers mainly represent strength, which feels a bit weird for Mikoto. I'm gonna be honest, I'm not confident on what these represent. But one possible interpretation comes from the fact they are always paired with the lyric (written on screen) "All I did was dream, so you find me INNOCENT, it’s that simple right?". The connection of the antlers with Mikoto's dream could imply Mikoto tried to use strength to fulfill a dream, which could imply he murdered someone to achieve something. Additionally...

*sigh* Antlers fall off after mating season, which could be connected to Mikoto "losing his antlers" after John is born, since Mikoto doesn't have to kill anymore.

I'm sure there are other interpretations, but I don't think this one is too bad.

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So, all of this, is it conclusive evidence of anything? I wouldn't say so, it's all still pretty vague. However, I believe all of it together points to Mikoto having killed one person, and this is what explains all this in the best way. Thus, I presume Mikoto did kill someone.

Claim #4: Mikoto's Motivations

CW for this section: potential stalking

I've sorta alluded to it in the tarot section, but I believe Mikoto killed someone in a position of authority over him as a result of workplace abuse. In particular, Mikoto was heavily overworked, possibly to the point this authority figure was somehow monitoring his home life and possibly even stalking him.

Let's start by the workplace abuse thing. This is an extremely important point in Mikoto's narrative; it's referenced in his Undercover silhouette shot, it's shown in the messages from "Chief" at the start of Double, the neuron scene from Double, his interrogation questions, etc. Mikoto is being overworked, to the point his boss/manager/whatever talks to him about work past midnight. It would be very strange, narratively speaking, if all of this didn't have anything to do with the murder. Also the whole "Queen of Swords is the Challenge/problem" could allude to an authority figure, which also fits this idea.

So then, what about the monitoring/stalking? Well, there's a lot of camera imagery in MeMe, for one. Most notably in the scene when Mikoto comes home and leaves his bag to the side as he breaks down, relating his stress to the idea of being watched. There's also an abundance of eye imagery in Double, especially in relation to Mikoto. This is also included in the MVs version of the Hanged Man card, which has a bunch of eyes around the mannequin. This alludes to some form of judgement or pressure, (<- Fuuta reference?) which could be connected to either societal pressure or, what I find a bit more likely, the judgement of Mikoto's higher-up(s) in his workplace.

Because of this, I believe one of Mikoto's higher-ups was heavily monitoring Mikoto's life even outside of work, which drove him to the point he felt he had to get rid of them. All he did was dream... of a better life.

This could also be why John hides the reasons for the murders. Even if he is actually aware of the full situation, he could be trying to hide that Mikoto felt tired from work, because in a way it's possible Mikoto would consider that shameful. I hope that makes sense.

Claim #5: Which is Mikoto's kill?

Assuming Mikoto only killed one person before John started taking over murder duties-

(I think that's a fair assumption, I think it would be weird if John only split after like three murders. Like, oh the first two weren't stressful enough to cause a split, but the third one is too much? What? There's something else that makes me think John split after just the first one, we'll get there)

-that begs the question: which one was Mikoto's? Well, since Double isn't exactly reliable for what the murders looked like, I'll only take MeMe's versions into account. There are at least three murders in MeMe: the Subway Murder, the Streetside Murder, and the Trash Bag Murder.

We know the Trash Bag Murder is different from the other two because the murderer isn't wearing a hoodie in that one, a fact which took me an embarrassing amount of time to notice. Unless he went home, changed, went back to dispose of evidence and still had the beanie for some reason (since he throws it away), it has to be different. And probably on a different day, too. Because of that, I'll henceforth call it the No Hoodie Murder.

Let's run through what we have. We see the Subway murder almost in full at the beginning of MeMe, where Kayano swings around his bat flippantly before killing a blonde dude with a simple overhead swing. However, right in the middle of that scene, we quickly cut to the Streetside murder, where we see Kayano hitting the victim with a right-handed swing.

After that we have a scene of John (because at this point it would be John) coming home and taking off his shirt. Since there is a Fool card portrait in the background, I'll call this the Fool Portrait scene. Notably, we never see John take off a hoodie or a beanie, meaning this is probably related to the No Hoodie Murder.

Then we have Kayano doing... something to the Streetside victim. It's unclear exactly what that is; I've seen some people say he's burying the victim, but to me that always looked like he's dismembering them to put them in trash bags. It's not too important, though.

An important fact is that in this scene we see his left cheek is blood-stained. This is consistent with the following bath scene, where we see John brushing his teeth with blood trailing down from his left cheek.

In the middle of those scenes, we see the clean-up for the No Hoodie murder. Trash bags and the beanie are disposed of in an illegal dumping ground.

Finally there's the bathtub scene, but frankly it's not very relevant to this discussion.

So, which one is Mikoto's? I'll start by ruling out the No Hoodie murder. There is an argument for it, though. It's definitely the most hidden of the murders, which makes it suspicious. Since the Fool represents new beginnings, you could argue the Fool Portrait scene shows John's "beginning". And since I said it's probably related to this murder, you could argue that means the No Hoodie murder is the first one.

However, that doesn't really convince me. Unless the Kayanos have multiple beanies (which is possible, but I'd find it weird narratively speaking), this would have to be the last murder in the sequence, while Mikoto's would have to be the first. The fact it was done without a hoodie also contradicts the 3rd Anniversary artwork reasoning, since Mikoto wears a hoodie there, but to be fair the lack of beanie makes the outfit somewhat inconsistent anyways.

Meanwhile, you could argue there's a symbolic implication that John and Mikoto have already split by the time the Subway murder happens, in the way the towers close and behind Kayano have lighting split down the middle between red and blue light.

(Yes this is one of the reasons I'm keeping the red and blue color scheme despite no longer believing RGBkoto)

No, I believe the Streetside murder is Mikoto's. It's technically the first one we see, but more importantly, the location matches Mikoto's prisoner card image, and the swing fits the Undercover kill-shot.

Since Mikoto is the Milgram prisoner, these two things would probably be related to his murder, not Johns'.

Funnily enough, you can also argue that this murder is too expressionless for John. Which sounds odd, considering John is usually the less expressive of the two, but funnily enough, the only times we see John express emotion is when he goes to do a violence, either because he's frustrated at the person who hurt Mikoto or because he's happy to protect him.

[John Doe] John: SHUT YOUR MOUTH!!! Es: *Gasp* John: YOU KEEP BLABBERING ON AND ON... I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! *John continues to beat Es* John: GOING ON, AND ON, AND ON... ALL HIGH AND MIGHTY... LIKE YOU AREN'T JUST A KID! SERVES YOU FUCKING RIGHT! Es: …emember… John: HUH-!? I CAN'T HEAR YOU! YOU'RE NO MORE THAN JUST A KID. YOU UNIMPORTANT BRAT! Es: .........I'll remember you… you murderer…! John: HUH?! *Laughter* YOU PREFER IT WHEN IT HURTS MORE, HUH? Es: ......! John: THAT'S FINE... I'LL CRUSH YOUR FUCKING FACE. Es: Go ahead… and try… John: YOU DON'T NEED TO TELL ME TWICE! *Screams* [...] Kotoko: His technique is definitely that of an amateur… John: SHUDDUP!!! Kotoko: ...! *Sighs* I can't imagine that power from his muscle mass. John: ANNOYING... YOU'RE ANNOYING...! ARGH...!

This even fits the lackadaisical twirling of the bat in the Subway murder. It's one of the reasons I believe that one's John's.

Meanwhile, the one time we see a Kayano swing a bat without emotion on his face is the right-hand swing in Double, which as we established is probably Mikoto. Thus, the idea that John shows more expression than Mikoto when it comes to murdering holds up. The punch at the end of MeMe doesn't count because that's John attacking Mikoto, which is only metaphorical.

Still, this isn't exactly great evidence of anything, since John is still usually less expressive than Mikoto in general.

Anyways, which murder is Mikoto's isn't too important anyways, this section was more to satisfy curiosity than anything else.

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And that's it! Again, this is just my interpretation and theories, it's perfectly fine if you believe something else. I know it isn't anything new, but I wanted to put it all in one place so I can reference back to it if, say, I'm answering an ask about whether or not I forgive the prisoners' murders (I swear I'm working on it lol). Anyways, take care!

#milgram #mikoto kayano #john kayano #milgram theory #meme mv #double mv

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waterfrontcomplex · 4 months

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CYCRANE KILLER - A YANQING SERIAL KILLER AU

TW/CW FOR MURDER, VIOLENCE, DISMEMBERMENT, GENERAL MENTAL INSTABILITY, MENTIONS OF ABUSE

AU INFO ↓

after the disastrous battle at dragonprayer terrace, yanqing is left disheartened, confused, and alone. he was just defeated by 2 criminals, and the one person he trusted with his whole being left him there with no explanation.

he gets healed at the alchemy commission, and returns home. jing yuan eventually recovers, and... everything returns to some sense of normalcy. no 'i'm sorry', no 'are you okay?', no nothing. he receives assignments as usual, and goes through with them with ease.

during an assignment in cloudford, he encounters a man who was on the run and had a warrant out for his arrest for domestic abuse. yanqing pursued the man until he accidentally cornered him with some particularly violent mara-struck, and was killed before he could stop them.

that night, he couldn't stop thinking about the man. he had let a civilian die. but... that man was a terrible person. he had a family that loved him, and he hurt them in return. yanqing felt an unexplainable burst of 'satisfaction' or even 'happiness'. that man would never hurt anybody again.

a terrible idea appeared in his head. what if he purposely killed people like those?

it's extremely illegal and goes against his duty as a cloud knight, but they would deserve it and he's just so, so frustrated. so, he looks into a couple cases and finds one he takes interest in. if he wants to go through with this, he can't use yanzhuo or his ice swords; it would make his identity too obvious. he grabs a blade he's been itching to test out, dons a cloak and leaves during the night.

the break-in and murder is easy enough. most people on the luofu stand no chance against him. adrenaline is rushing through his veins, and now there's a body on the floor and his dagger is covered in blood.

the cleanup is simple; he has the knowledge and resources available to make it look as if his target had just vanished during the night. he dismembers and disposes of the body and returns home. he had just killed another civilian... but they were a terrible person— no, they're not even a person. they're just vermin, unworthy of the title of 'human' and waiting to be eliminated. he feels static in his head.

in the following weeks, he does his best to avoid searching up information about his target. yanqing listens in to gossip instead, and gathers that they had been reported missing but no traces were found. he had gotten away with murder.

and he was going to do it again.

the next few nights, he claims more lives; lives of those unworthy of them. after the murders, the static in his head clears, but comes back later. they disappear during the night without a trace.

while disposing of a body, yanqing encounters a partially broken down cycrane with sentience, like his swords. he fixes it up, and it says it doesn't want to 'return to a mundane life of endless deliveries', so he takes it home and hides it. after a bit of searching, he gives it a name: rosebane.

the cases are starting to catch the attention of the higher-ups. the public now knows about the 'mysterious disappearances', and rumors start spreading like wildfire. some claim it's a monster, other say it's a stalker, and some are claiming that it's a whole group of people. nobody suspects him a bit. tensions are high.

yanqing doesn't want the public to worry too much. rumors of a monster could put the cloud knights on high alert. if he let any witnesses see him, they would know it was a human. and if he brings rosebane, they would know it's the same person, and not a group of people. rosebane wouldn't reveal anything about his real identity, and would be particularly useful for tracking down targets. a monster would be extremely concerning, but a person would be... hopefully less concerning. and with a cycrane, it would lead the investigators away from him.

during his next murder, he chooses a time where there would be a witness, and commits the crime, leaving the body. word gets out, and news of the 'cycrane killer' is everywhere. yanqing masks his nervousness as worry for jing yuan, but he doesn't fully buy it.

he's not crazy, he's not insane at all. he doesn't kill for the adrenaline rush, or to clear the static in his head, or for whatever other reason.

he's just... doing the luofu a favor.

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RELATIONSHIPS

YANQING -> ROSEBANE

friendly. they are extremely close, but can't talk much since yanqing shouldn't bring them out during the day. they're partners in crime, bound to their secret. he finds their sentience interesting.

YANQING -> JING YUAN

tense. yanqing partly blames jing yuan for his... new hobby. he still cares and would never hurt him on purpose, but he's extremely frustrated and confused. he mainly wants an explanation but feels as if he has no right to ask for one. yanqing also has to tread lightly around jing yuan to avoid him figuring out about his murders.

YANQING -> FU XUAN

cautious. if fu xuan suspects him of anything, she could easily rat him out with the matrix of prescience. he's been keeping his distance.

JING YUAN -> YANQING

worry. jing yuan knows yanqing's upset and has been acting strangely ever since he recovered. he also knows that his retainer is hiding something, but doesn't know what.

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rabidferretnightmares · 9 months

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Bloodstained Confessions [Vampire!Diavolo x GN!Reader]

A/N: This fic is inspired by @another-lost-mc's glorious work (aka their Vampire!Diavolo x GN!reader fic that they posted nearly a month ago), which you can enjoy here! I recommend giving it a read if you're suffering from absolute and irreversible vampire brainrot like me. If you don't, there is always a long list of other splendid works to check out and read~

My goldfish brain saw the words 'Vampire!Diavolo', 'MC in a cage' and the general theme of dark and messed up stuff happening and ran with it. This fic was supposed to be short (everything that I write turns out longer than I expected), a one-shot (hahahaha yeah at this point I have enough plot twists and ideas for this to write an entire novel... 'easy' is not part of my dictionary by any stretch of the imagination)... and released way later (thanks crippling anxiety), accompanied by some other drafts that I still need to finish. But as always, I severely clowned on myself. No surprises here.

I don't know if I will continue writing it, it depends on my brain and if anyone's interested...which I highly doubt since the fic is more focused on the politics and dynamics between the characters than the romance part. But I digress.

word count: 2.8k

cw: nsfw, angst?, dark content, stereotypical vampire behavior, predator/prey dynamics, gn!MC, MC has a vampire kink and Dia is lovin' it, humans being sold, mentions of dismemberment/dismembered limbs and the sale of such, proofread, I probably forgot some warnings sorry please tell me and I will add them!

The heavy fabric of his expensive black velvet cloak quietly rustled as Diavolo swiftly made his way down the dingy, dimly lit alleyway.

Smells and noises that were entirely unfamiliar to him occupied his senses.

Maybe it was because Barbatos made it a point to always keep the castle clean and pleasantly smelling - vampire noses were on the more sensitive side after all, and one well-placed foul smell could ruin ones mood for the entire day - or the entire night. Or maybe it was because he was currently roaming certain parts of the capital.

'Slums' or 'peasant's purgatory' is what some of the vampire lords would certainly call it.

The streets were littered with garbage and he had already kicked several tin cans and other trash while walking.

But Diavolo didn't care. It was his curiosity that had brought him here, after all.

Past the less fortunate quarters and outskirts of the city, straight into the parts that were nowhere to be found on any map - Any map you could get legally, that is.

The vampire prince pulled his hood down to cover more of his face as he entered the black market.

Barbatos would be furious if he knew that Diavolo snuck out to see a human auction with his own eyes - The exact thing he had declared illegal the second his father had left for him to rule.

He was of the opinion that for his domain to flourish in the long term, the vampires needed to get a grip on their primal desires and establish a stable and healthy relationship with the humans - auctioning them like exotic animals for the highest bidder to do with as they please certainly wasn't going to help sway the humans to consider a serious potential allyship with the vampires.

Diavolo knew that he needed to be patient in order to achieve a future as he envisioned it. Humans might be rather dim-witted at times, as well as certainly not as long-living as vampires, but they had an excellent memory and the troublesome habit of holding onto grudges for generations. His work was definitely cut out for him.

Especially with a good portion of his subjects refusing to obey his new rules, which led to the auctions being continued illegally.

Regardless of how many men and resources the prince poured into locating and crushing these auctions, new ones kept popping up in the blink of an eye. It was a pest to deal with, to be quite frank.

No one seemed to be able to figure out who was the responsible mastermind behind all of it, so the illegal auctions kept coming back like weeds whose roots you just couldn't get out of the ground.

That was precisely why Diavolo went out of his way to see one for himself. He had never been to any when they were still legal - He was the crown prince, after all. His food was fetched by servants and served to him on a silver platter. He didn't need to move a muscle.

Accordingly, his interactions with humans had been limited up until this point. They had always been nothing more than prey to him - and a limited, but vital resource that needed to be managed as he got more involved in the politics and ruling of his domain in recent years.

Maybe that was why he didn't share the unwillingness of his people to let the auctions be a thing of the past. He had even heard of vampires who got completely enthralled by humans and decided to keep them around - some went so far as to start relationships with them or even took them as mates.

The entire concept seemed so very foreign to him.

Diavolo never had strong emotions for any of the humans that had been put before him. Neither did any of them smell particularly good to the point where he would consider conserving them and not sucking them dry immediately. Keeping humans around for the fun of it didn't seem very appealing to him either.

All the humans that he had ever encountered had been terrified and it was practically impossible to lead a genuine conversation with them.

And keeping a human, who was in a constant state of panic and unable to form proper sentences around didn't have much entertainment value - at least to him.

But then again, how much of a conversation would they actually be able to have or how much entertainment could a human really provide?

Considering that the entire species still hadn't managed to escape their use as a food resource for vampires and very easy prey on top of that (and it had been several millennia at this point) didn't really speak for them having overall high intelligence in his opinion.

Diavolo followed the commotion and was led to a rundown theater.

As he pushed the aging oak doors open and entered the building, the noise immediately doubled in volume and he could hear the auctioneer on the stage banging her gavel three times as she announced another sale, her deep voice booming.

The prince closed the door and his gaze wandered across the room.

Considering that the auctions were illegal and even the simple act of attending one without buying anything was penalized draconically, the theater was nearly bursting at the seams with how many people were inside. While he wasn't the only one wearing a cloak trying to disguise his identity, it appeared that the majority of attendees seemed to feel comfortable, if not downright safe at the auction.

Diavolo furrowed his brows, very much displeased with what he saw unfolding in front of him.

That just went to show that the rules and penalties, as well as their overall execution were still too lax. He really needed to step it up if he wanted the auctions to stop anytime soon.

As he scanned the crowd he noticed a couple of familiar faces.

... Interesting.

Several members of his court were present and made no attempt to disguise their identity. That was certainly something to remember for later. He didn't spot Mephistopheles among them, thankfully, but that was about the only positive thing he was able to take from his little excursion so far.

Pushing the thought of who in his court was or wasn't going behind his back attending illegal auctions and even potentially buying humans aside, he found his attention drawn towards the rows of cages on the right side of the room, right next to the stage.

Nobody payed any attention to him as he made his way towards the cages to take a look at the humans that were up for auction today.

And what he saw was... just sad for the lack of a better word.

The smell of urine and sweat made him nauseous.

None of the cages were cleaned and every human was filthy beyond belief, some were missing a limb or even several limbs, some were seemingly passed out in their cages. Diavolo suspected that the sellers didn't bother feeding them.

As for the missing limbs - he spotted a stall nearby that sold human parts.

Apparently it was a common practice for buyers to sell off parts of their humans to make some money back. Others bought humans and entirely dismembered them to sell everything, usually after all their blood had already been drunk.

Different strokes for different folks. The saying that there was always someone who was willing to pay for whatever the good was certainly true. Vampires of a certain character were known to decorate their houses with human parts...or whatever else they did with them.

Diavolo shook his head in abhorrence. It surely wasn't for him.

He saw a human head as well as three separate fingers make their way across the counter and decided to ignore the morbid sales and instead focus on the cages with humans inside of them.

How anyone in their right mind would want to pay any money for these was beyond him.

All of them seemed to be in terrible condition and the fear and anxiety really soured their blood.

It was like choosing to drink out of a dirty, broken goblet.

The obvious neglect towards the humans seemed so unnecessarily cruel and avoidable to him.

But then again, it just showed how desperate the vampires were, letting the hunters and sellers get away with cashing in astronomical amounts of money in exchange for humans that looked like they would drop dead any second either way.

The ends of Diavolo's mouth curled up in disgust and he was glad that the hood concealed his face.

He had seen enough for tonight. Time to get back to the castle and inevitably get lectured by Barbatos for his unannounced and risky excursion, as well as ponder how to deal with the members of his court whom he had seen at the auction today.

Diavolo spun around with the intention to leave the theater, but stopped mid-motion, his nostrils flaring.

His nose had picked up a smell that was completely out of place.

It was barely noticeable in between the overwhelming stench of urine, sweat and fear, so much so that he thought he imagined it at first.

But he took another whiff and still smelled it.

Now curious, the prince followed the scent in order to locate it.

He ended up in front of a cage at the far end of the second row.

A human was huddled inside, eyeing him with big fearful eyes. They didn't look that much different from any other specimen of their race and weren't missing any limbs as far as he could tell.

And yet...

To confirm his suspicion, the knelt down to their height in order to inspect them intently.

"What's your name?" He made sure his fangs were visible when speaking.

"... MC."

To his surprise, the human actually answered. Although their voice was nearly inaudible in the midst of all the noise around them.

MC was staring at his fangs, transfixed.

The vampire prince nearly let out an amused laugh as he smelled it, now stronger than before.

Instead the corners of Diavolo's lips curled up to form an ironic smile when his nose caught the obvious scent of arousal floating in the air, coming from the human in front of him.

What a foolish little human.

Then he noticed the smell of their blood.

The ratio of arousal to fear was obviously off and it smelled way too sour for his liking, but the aroma nevertheless left his mouth watering.

It was delectable. He had never met any human with such irresistible blood.

Diavolo couldn't even imagine how absolutely delicious it would smell once they had calmed down, much less actually taste.

He resisted the overwhelming urge to lick his lips. A part of him couldn't even comprehend what he was smelling. There was no possible way anyone's blood could smell this good. But his nose certainly proved him wrong.

MC stared at him like a deer caught in headlights, waiting for him to make a move.

On a whim, the prince decided that he would take that human home today, no matter the cost.

What was that one saying the he had heard not too long ago?

You should keep it if it sparks joy...?

Something along those lines.

Well, while he didn't buy MC at the auction and therefore didn't own them, that was a trivial concern and a quick fix for him.

The prince was sure that this human would be able to provide entertainment for him - hours of fun and entertainment, judging by the aroma of their blood and the hint of arousal that he was still able to detect in the stuffy air of the theater.

"You'll be able to enjoy yourself very much once you get situated in your new home, MC. I promise to personally see to that."

MC made a little questioning noise.

Diavolo didn't react and got up, walking towards the stall that was handling the payments and keys for the humans that were auctioned off, though not before remembering the number on the plaque that was nailed to the top right of MC's cage.

The vampire prince walked past several cages with howling and screeching humans. They were were occasionally silenced by bored-looking guards threateningly bashing wooden staffs adorned with metal spikes on both ends against the metal bars.

Diavolo approached the indifferent balding vampire who was in charge of transacting the monetary part of the sales and handing out the keys to the buyers, apparent by the giant key ring on his belt that looked like it weighed about the same as a fully grown rhino - just judging by the sheer amount of keys that were on it.

The man didn't even look at him.

"What number?", he asked wholly unenthusiastically.

"Cage Number 68.", Diavolo immediately replied.

Well, that was easier than he expected.

The man didn't bother to answer and instead lifted up the key ring on his waist, listlessly flipping through the cluster of keys.

Suddenly, he stopped and furrowed his brows.

Swiftly pulling out a list from under his table, his index finger traced his way down on the paper until he found what he was looking for.

"Cage 68 is already sold and the new owner already payed and claimed the key. What do think you're doing, trying to steal someone else's property?"

Diavolo's mind started reeling.

MC was already sold?

That meant that their buyer could have already picked them up and disappeared off into the night with them with every second he was wasting here.

He was running out of time.

The vampire in front of him let out a pathetic little squeak as Diavolo picked him up by the collar of his shirt and brought him closer.

"Do you even know who you are speaking to? I am not one to be refused and you do better remembering that, lest you plan on dying a particularly gruesome death in the near future.", he hissed, baring his fangs threateningly.

The man's eyes widened as he recognized the person in front of him.

"M-m-my apologies, your majesty! I didn't mean to offend you! H-here, take the spare key for Cage 68! My humblest apologies!" He scrambled to get the spare key off his key ring and offered it to Diavolo with trembling hands.

The vampire prince wordlessly took the key and dropped the man, who fell to the floor like a wet sack of potatoes.

Diavolo spun around and hurriedly made his way back to MC.

To his relief, he found them sitting in their cage just like he had left them.

The prince swiftly unlocked the cage, left the key in and grabbed their arm to pull them out.

"We'll be going, then."

MC let out a little surprised squeak and stumbled out of the cage as best they could - considering the shackles around their ankles and wrists it turned out to be a rather undignified and slow exploit.

Diavolo huffed impatiently and simply picked them up, walking towards the exit. Goodness gracious, this human urgently needed a decent bath.

People were staring, but he didn't particularly care.

MC didn't talk until they had left the theater and Diavolo walked down the deserted streets back towards the city center.

"Where are we going? Who are you?"

"Patience. You'll find out soon enough."

Right now he was trying to figure out how to deal with at least three different problems at once while trying to not bump into anything.

"I... uh... You don't need to carry me. I can walk on my own if you open the shackles around my ankles."

Diavolo stopped and looked down at the human in his arms.

"You're not wearing any footwear and the streets are littered with garbage. Do you know what a mess it would be if you started bleeding right now out in the open because you cut your foot?"

"You're right. I'm sorry, I hadn't considered that."

He simply shook his head and continued walking.

Diavolo was already having immense trouble keeping his composure. The sheer smell of their blood threatened to overwhelm him at this close proximity.

Added to that, he now needed to figure out how to justify to Barbatos that he got a human from an illegal auction (that he went to without permission one might add) and that he planned on keeping said human. Not to mention that at least one person now knew that he had been at said auction. But the other option - Breaking the cage with his bare hands and causing a scene in the process - wouldn't have been any better.

Either way, it would be absolutely disastrous if his attendance of the auction became public knowledge.

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