Vyke, his Maiden, and Shabriri / a relationship study.
❛ Did he make his choice for his maiden, or did some other force lure him with suggestion? ❜
Shabriri came to the Maiden first, but not by design. Vyke caught his eyeless gaze with the win of the first Great Rune, putting him above the other Tarnished that came and went through the Lands Between. Vyke held a certain promise well on his way to earn him a place upon the throne itself, but one that Shabriri desired to break and mold into a vessel to carry the flame of the Lord of Chaos. One that will finally put them all onto the right path, given to them by the Three Fingers. Yet, there was a problem: getting to Vyke proved difficult with the Ancient Dragons supporting his growth. There was no viable way to push the Tarnished Champion down enough to start chipping away at the cracks wrought by simply being in the Lands Between.
No way, that is, until the second Great Rune was won. No way until Vyke and his Maiden entered onto the capital streets, saw the thorns covering the door and the passage barred. Unprepared, unknowing, despite doing all that was meant to be done, the path into the Erdtree has become impassable. No flame hot enough that could burn the roots from the passage. No incantation worthy enough that could break the seal holding it all together. Hope, once a vibrant thing, now shriveling fast before them. Long were their discussions about what it is they needed to do, long did they search for an answer that brought them to the same question that they started with: with two Great Runes in hand, what more needed to be done?
The answer came eventually, in a dawning horror of realization that fast brings about the necessity of sacrifice. There is little to say how it came to be known; be it through the information given and guessed upon as they looked out towards the Mountaintops, to the Forge of the Giants where the Flame of Ruin is contained, or by a whispering agitator that knew more than they led on. But one thing was certain: the Maiden's mind began to shift, to reflect upon her own station and find something amiss. Vyke was blind to this subtle change growing right beside him.
In the Maiden's budding grief and sense of dread for what the future may hold for her, she became a beacon for the caller of the Frenzy: Shabriri. In the guise of another, he was the shoulder for her to lean upon, to speak of her fears that he fed greedily enough with calmer words. He knew of the flame that which could burn the tree and the world surrounding, it is the very one that which the god of Chaos yearned for in the centuries since it was called down into the Lands Between, wanting nothing more than to incinerate all until there is nothing left. To start anew, to begin again.
Shabriri would show her the way, of survival, to convince her Tarnished that it is not right for such a terrible sacrifice to stain his ascension and she accepted readily enough. In the form of a slow knife to the heart, the cover of her mouth as he stared into her eyes, the dulling of her gaze of gold, and the promise of a life evermore, the Finger Maiden of the Tarnished Champion fled from the Lands Between. The first lie told, fire would soon lick her bones as it nestled inside of her. Shabriri took her body for his own and finally found his way to Vyke's ear.
❛ ( You are about to sacrifice something precious. ) Am I not precious to you? ( The life of a fair maiden, ) The life of the Maiden who has done nothing but serve you. ( that you would toss into the fiery forge. Only so that you may be Lord. ) You would toss me into the fiery forge so that you may be Lord, is that it? ( What a horrible thing to ponder. ) What a horrid thing to even conceive. ( Your ascendancy requires her sacrifice, whether she wishes it or not. ) Your ascendancy requires more sacrifice from me than from your own self. ( But how would the Lord, crowned so, be looked upon? ) How would you be looked upon, crowned so in my blood? Is it something you would be proud of? ❜
No, Vyke would say. No, Vyke would repeat. A deep-seeded grief began to seep through the cracks that formed within his time in the Lands Between. Long would he stare at the forge within the misted distance, the voice of his Maiden whispering in his ear that she does not deserve this fate. That to make the sacrifice, to take what he wants righteously, he needed to be the one to throw himself in. He needed to take that which would protect him, deep below the Erdtree, and make a pact with the Three Fingers and inherit the Flame of Frenzy itself. Become a better Lord. Become that which would never falter. Incinerate all that which divides and distinguishes ... is that not what he wanted after all? Yes, Vyke would say. Yes, Vyke would repeat. This would be the true path. None other.
Thus Vyke descended, goaded by the voice of his Maiden down further and further into the depths. Past the church, past the emaciated bodies littering the floor, past even the pile of those just like him who made his landing from the high beams unsteady—he pushed opened the door, and saw the Three Fingers rake across the stone ground trailing with sickly yellow flame. Second thoughts made him turn, to the closing of the door as the fingers took hold of him and melted steel and flesh both until he saw nothing, heard nothing, and felt nothing but that curling fire.
Once he was able to pick himself back up, to drag himself from the depths and out of the capital, his mind scrambled for purchase on a singular thought of getting back to his Maiden. To tell her she is safe, that they may go on to the Mountaintops together. But he returned with her blood upon his shaking hands and her lifeless form sitting so plainly upon a chair. The flames engulfed him for a second time, as his cries were echoed within the village.
Shabriri came back to him eventually, as a whisper inside his head. To begin pushing him away from the village, back towards the forge so that none could be sacrificed in vain. But word already spread of Vyke's crimes. He was hunted, he was brought low, and before he could get to the giant's flame, he was thrown into the Evergaol never to be seen again.
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*sees that your requests are open and does that funny grinch smile*
May I um- may I request Scott Malkinson WITH *forgots…*
Um heart sun glasses 😁😁😁
YOU MAY!! (ignore that im posting this a month after u asked 😁😁😁😁😁)
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Chapters: 24/?
Fandom: Undertale (Video Game)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Frisk & Toriel (Undertale), Flowey & Frisk (Undertale), Chara & Frisk (Undertale)
Characters: Frisk (Undertale), Flowey (Undertale), Toriel (Undertale), Chara (Undertale), Napstablook (Undertale)
Additional Tags: Family, The Ruins (Undertale), Parent Toriel (Undertale), Nonbinary Frisk (Undertale), Verbal Frisk (Undertale), Frisk (Undertale) Is a Sweetheart, Friendship, frisk has a flirting problem, Nonbinary Chara (Undertale), Narrator Chara (Undertale), Ghost Chara (Undertale), Hurt/Comfort
Summary:
Frisk decides to stay with Toriel in the Ruins, despite Flowey's constant nagging. There are ghosts in the halls and skeletons in the basement, but as long as they're with their mom, everything will be alright.
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*rises from my grave* HENLO BESTIES >:D LONG TIME NO SEEE AAAAAAAAA
I am SUPER sorry for the inactivity😭 College has been busy with our first sem (yes, I’m in second year college now!) and I just got promoted in our org so it’s been hectic as heck these past couple weeks.
I just wanted to clarify that I am not dropping LMFE. I’m in too deep into this long fic and I just needed the time to clear my schedule before updating. Thank you so much for your patience! And I will admit, I’ve been a bit burnt out lately (both in art and writing) so I’m actively diverting my attention to my acads for a bit before diving back into the creative scene >:D
I’ll try my best to find somewhere in my hectic schedule to answer all your asks and finally write the Javier and Ignacio-centric one shots that are canon to the LMFE timeline, but for now gawd bless me and busy ass college life KJAHSDJHS
I’m slowly easing back into my socials, so expect some content sometime soon MYEHEHEHEHE. I just got some leeway since my org duties were put into halt for a bit due to covid restrictions >:D
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Ive ran out of my meds for the past like month or so but im getting them back SOON which means I can FUNCTION HUZZAH!!!!
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