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kid-of-chaos · 6 months ago

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Sky Spirit Headcanons - 1

⚓ Season of Abyss 🌊

Technically speaking, these guys are the reason why the story progressed. They unknowingly crossed paths with "Paddle", Kimako and Ingo, where, how and when I'll edit it in later, but these guys deserve the first cameo in the story.

Group-related Headcanons

Names and Titles in order from Oldest to Youngest: Ceasing Commodore Sebastian (Seth) Aranami, Anxious Angler Spiro (Formerly Angel), Cackling Cannoneer Catherine (Carie), Bumbling Boatswain Ishmael (Isiah) Jagedo, Abyss Walker Hailstorm (Hail) Aranami

All of them live on the Fujiah, which Seth... TOTALLY bought and did NOT steal at all from Privateers (which is basically the beta ship they had but a wee bit bigger)

They are both experienced pirates who have no qualms about taking a life and absolute children who share a total of 6 brain-cells that gush over a sleeping crab

They all get together to sing sea shanties every week or when they’re sailing for fun

They also spar with each other to make sure that no one falls behind them in combat (Seth oversees this, but Carie can take over for him when he’s out)

They don’t really obey the law, only abide it if it suits their interests

Spiro and Carie are lovers, you may now applaud

Other than Lumin (Torian Language), they all speak Eikula (The Hybrid Language Luxi and Noxi used after the Dual Disaster)

Character-specific Headcanons

The Eldest Member, being 63 years old

Is either referred to by Captain, Seth, both or just Commodore

Served in the Navy in his past life, so his sea experience stuck with him

Looks like they could kill you, will actually do so if deserved

The father of Hail via adoption, though you’d be wise not to bring that part up around him…

Took in the others as his crewmates and found family

Is also fluent in: Japanese

Favorite Sea Shanty: The Last Shanty

The undisputed Arm Wrestling Champion in the Depth Walkers

Would probably get in a fist fight with the krill cat if it attacked him (it knows this and it does not want those hands.)

As a matter of fact, is the strongest one in the crew in terms of raw strength, with Spiro following behind

Has a heart of gold, even if it doesn’t look like it

He loves his crew! Hail, Spiro, Carie and.. Checks smeared writing on his hand … Izumi.

Very good at braiding hair

Likes to stroke his beard when he feels mischievous

Likes spicy food a lot more than the rest of the crew

Is very careful when playing instruments in fear that he might break them one day

Has the most treasures out of the crew, Carie is close behind him

Takes over for/accompanies Hail in Guide Meetings

Mastered Earth Magic, but uses it carefully

He has his sword back, cry about it TCG

Said sword is called the Shardbreaker after he somehow managed to shatter a Red Shard with it

He never needed a shield and he still doesn’t need one

Don’t let his age fool you, he is DURABLE-

Special Attack: Quake. One slam of the Shardbreaker and at full power, it can cause rocks to spring out of the ground. It’s even been known to injure Krill if timed right.!

Second youngest, being 19 years old

Which makes no sense, considering he’s the first mate AND the Boatswain

Looks like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill you (we’ll get to why later on in the story)

Oddly Carie’s height

Favorite Sea Shanty: Leave her, Johnny

Is given many embarrassing names like “Fumble-it Fred”, “Builder Boy”, and “Hammer Head”, just to name a few

Is also fluent in: German

Gained a perfectionist mindset due to being constantly made fun of…

… which makes him angry…

… and because of that, he messes up a lot, creating a painful cycle

Sympathizes with “Paddle” oddly

Has a bag of food, maps and notes in his room

When asked why, he always answers, “Just in case things go south”. No one knows what he means by this statement.

Gets into fights with Spiro and Carie the most. It’s always Seth who stops him from doing bird-knows-what

Both does and doesn’t sympathize with Hail for reasons he refuses to elaborate

Always is the main subject to Caries’s “games”

Until Paddle came along, but even then…

Despite everyone fearing Paddle, he finds him cool

His music sheet is based on a treasure chest music box he made when he was 9

Slightly underweight, probably because he can easily get focused on repairs and building that he forgets to eat

Will also sleep on the deck if he will not bother with going to his room (Seth has to carry him when he’s asleep..)

He can play the violin very well!

Sometimes vanishes off to play the ukulele since he does NOT want Carie to find his violin (she’ll most likely break it on purpose-)

No one really knows his past, but he snuck into Seth’s boat at 7

… which he seems to be really good at, sneaking around, I mean

Tries too hard to get either a girl, friends or both

His beard is fake if you didn’t figure it out already

He also has a wig but he stopped wearing it when it got itchy

He’s not bald or anything, but his hair gets nappy from the seawater

His Hammer and jacket seem a little too big for him…

Also, he has a weird knife that he hides from the crew..

Can understand Tenebrin, but not speak it. At least, not well.

Wields Psychic magic and something else the crew can’t explain yet, but surprisingly is good at Karate. Like.. scarily good.

He does telekinetically use his hammer as a weapon. It’s surprisingly effective.!

Special Attack: Discord. Can disrupt Synchrony and even disable Magic use from a blast of Psychic energy.

Second oldest at 27 years old

Tried to pass on as a girl, then went on to be Genderfluid before being comfortable with his masculinity and settling on being a Demiboy

Can either look like a cinnamon roll or like he can kill you, but if he’s one or the other is entirely up to him

The reason why is due to his very… concerning past

Joined at the age of 15, half a year after Isiah was taken in

Favorite Sea Shanty: Wellerman

Is also fluent in: Finnish

Has the ability of Truthsight, which allows to see a beings nature (like, their intent)

Surprisingly muscular, even when he joined the crew

Has some weights in his room that he lets the crew borrow at times

Is surprisingly a really good cook!

The name Angel was given to him by Seth, though a while after Paddle vanished for some reason, he changed it to Spiro

The reason why is because he wanted to be a breath of fresh air for the others, so that they can all grow from their pasts together

HATES horror movies due to how easily it makes him jump

Had a tendency to overthink things, thus creating their uneasy appearance

Although this, and many other things, has been resolved, he still can get easily anxious

Favorite fish to catch and cook: Whitewater Cod, especially in a stew!

Has an uncommon ability where he’s able to go “Primal” due to a long period of uncontrollable hostility and forced pacifism

They learned to use it for the better, and considers himself the bear of the crew as a half-joke

The reason why it’s a half-joke is that they do tend to act like a bear at times

Can be a very passionate singer if given the chance

Hid the fact he could use Holy Magic until a certain point

Very skilled combatant, but the Seth didn’t teach him anything…

More of a hand-to-hand fighter, but can create a Kanabou when needed

Special Attack: Prayer. Can summon pillars of light from the ground. More than 5 will require him to recite a prayer, hence the name.

The youngest (excluding Paddle), being 15 years old

The most moral of the group oddly

She is a Sinnamon Roll

She’s ace. Not just because of her age, but also because she wants None of That ™️ in general

She’s a Half-Braken! Her lower arms, lower legs, head, and tail were caused by the blood moon

Was taken in by Seth when she was 4, a year after Carie joined

Likes getting head scratches

Is also fluent in: Korean, Tenebrin

Is the fastest member on board

Was extremely unstable when younger, Oak (Assembly Guide) had to help her in keeping her urges in check

Stabilized at 13, but that was because of a Stabilization Potion the crew luckily got their hands on

Can get easily irritated when sand gets in the space between her scales. A bath or a quick dip into the reef easily fixes this, though.

Like all Halflings, she can regain some light from contact with other beings of light

She still consumes light despite this

Likes dozing in the sunlight when she has nothing to do

Sleeps in Seth’s room, she has a little corner for herself complete with a beanbag chair

Is solely a Hand-to-Hand fighter until they find a suitable weapon for her

Favorite Sea Shanty: Santiana

Eats more than the others due to her Braken side

Thumps her tail on the ground when she’s tense

Can’t go a month not consuming light without starting to get aggressive

Isn’t the only darkened being on the ship, but she doesn’t tell anyone about this

Is hesitant to growl, but not to purr

In charge of the Medical Bay, and also gives out commands when given the okay

Will always chuckle when someone mentions Davy Jones Locker

Has horns, but you can rarely see them due to her hair

Learned Storm and Water Magic, mostly since Dark Magic didn’t interest her

Special Attack: Storm Claw. You can pretty much guess what this attack is.

The Middle Child, being 25 years old

Got her laugh from Seth

Looks like they could kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll

Star-Marked! Bears the Mark of the Moonlit Hunter, colored purple

Said Star Mark is Tier 3, the highest tier obtainable

Hates it when people say she got her skills from luck and her Star Mark SO DAMN MUCH-

Often keeps notebooks, either for learning purposes or for fun

Is also fluent in: Spanish, Tenebrin

Favorite Sea Shanty: Drunken Sailor

Do not bring up the Dark Leviathan to her, she STILL has the nightmares from that

She was already a skilled shooter before joining the crew, to everyone’s (Isaiah’s) surprise

Mask got cracked from a stray shot, took her right eye a WHILE to recover

Her harpoon gun is only for beasts, she has a custom make gun for bandits and other people

Which can recharge from her Aura alone! Pretty cool, huh?!

Cares about the others, but used to have no idea how to express that.. she’s a lot better, don’t worry

Joined a month after Spiro at 13 years old from a dare

Has thalassophobia, but is more afraid of the things that dwell below

Is a lot more smarter and kind than she lets on

Her room, despite what she says, is very tidy

Has a ton of embarrassing moments she tries to cover up with tall tales… unfortunately the crew always point out her blunders

Likes shiny things since reminds her of her past

Speaking of, it’s rumored she has a brother, but she refuses to say anything about it

Can do a convincing Scottish accent, but most of the time, finds herself going off in Spanish instead

Earned the Flame’s trust and became a Flame-Wielder, primarily a Pyromancer (Which works in her favor since she learned Fire Magic)

Special Move: Berserker. Greatly boosts her power, but is a lot easier to make her angry

#season of abyss #sky cotl #chaosverse lore #sky au #chaotic skies #sky children of the light #ceasing commodore #abyss guide #bumbling boatswain #anxious angler #cackling cannoneer #sky game

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kyndredravenstories · 10 months ago

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Eyes of Infinity: Delirium Chapter 10

Hello, I have been posting my work on AO3 and recently decided to venture here to Tumblr. Please note: This story is 18+. No minors. Please read tags carefully. Link to AO3 below but I will also be posting the chapters here.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53564641/chapters/149322682

Pairing: Sylus/Female MC with some elements of Xavier/Female MC

Genre: Romance, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Adventure, Smut, Porn with Big Plot and Big Feelings

Content Warning (For the entire fic): Explicit sexual content, spoilers and alterations to existing lore and cards/memories/tender moments/secret times, size kink, size difference, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, anal sex, fingering, all kinds of fingering, elements of consensual somno, dom!Sylus, jealousy, possessive!Sylus, Mephisto stalking, typical game violence, battle and combat

Summary: To love him meant stepping over the threshold and crossing into darkness. To be with him meant accepting the lure of the shadows. And to protect him from betrayal meant sacrifice. I knew not how, only that I would not let time sever our paths ever again.

Previous Chapters: Ch 1 / Ch 2 / Ch 3 / Ch 4 / Ch 5 / Ch 6 / Ch 7 / Ch 8 / Ch 9

Give yourself to her...she's right here...so close...so very very close...

Nearly two days after he found Ellara in the N109 Zone, Xavier stands before their shared apartment building holding his sleeping partner in his arms. Though its only been a few days, it seems like he hasn't seen this building in ages. It's a far cry from anything luxurious, but this aging building has been 'home' for several years now.

He takes a moment to collect himself, breathing deeply of the crisp winter air. The falling snow should be a relaxing sight; it typically is. But, not tonight. On this night, he can't let his guard down, can't relax yet. They left N109 and its perils behind. But, just because they've made it to Linkon doesn't mean they're safe. Eyes could still be watching. In fact, an unwelcome intruder already is.

Up above, a large crow circles and settles on a light pole. Its eerie red eyes observe his every move.

Choosing to ignore this particular development, Xavier hugs his beloved's petite body close, giving himself a moment -- just that -- to feel her warmth against his cheek. He takes it in, using it to fuel his resolve. Within his core, his Evol pulses and writhes. It eats at the edge of his awareness --whispering, beckoning -- and it takes all of Xavier's self-control to keep it in check.

He should take her to his apartment, not hers. It's only logical. She'll be safer there, on his couch, tucked against him while she sleeps. Yes, far from prying eyes. In his arms where she belongs.

With great effort, Xavier shakes off the voiceless whispers and focuses on the task before him. Right now, the priority is to get Ellara home safely. Nothing else matters. Not the mark on her neck, or the crow leering down from above, or the long-imprisoned monster now lurking in his thoughts and making its demands. Jeremiah is already working on a new Limiter. Just need to wait it out until he can get it working.

If only the last week hadn't been so harrowing. He needs sleep. And food. Medical help probably for his injuries. His body is on the verge of collapse, and losing that Limiter isn't helping anything. Breaking the collar was not something he'd intended to do. But, the battle hadn't left him much choice. Or rather, Sylus hadn't left him any recourse.

What was he supposed to do? Walk away and let that monster keep his Ellara in his claws?

Again, he shakes his head.

Escaping the N109 Zone had proven to be much harder than Xavier had anticipated, even with help from his contacts. Based on the intel he had on Noxis, only a handful of sectors and areas were free of their surveillance. He couldn't risk them catching wind of Ellara's whereabouts, so they'd had to take the long way out. Truth be told, he hadn't even wanted to take her back here.

His apartment may not be safe, either. They were watching...always watching...

No.

She needs to heal. She needs to return to some normalcy in order to recover both in mind and in body.

And, he needs time as well.

So many things will only get much harder from here. Keeping her safe will require all of his strength and fortitude. Noxis will seek every opportunity to capture Ellara's Aether Core. No doubt they want to use it to make LUMINIS even more powerful. If anything was made clear with the disaster at the Mythe, it's that Noxis isn't some two-bit upstart looking to corner the market on a simple drug. Someone is planning to do something grave with LUMINIS. This operation isn't new. It's been in play for some time, and those leading it know exactly what they're doing.

Clenching his jaw so hard his teeth hurt, Xavier looks up towards the third floor of the building. Taking the elevator seems too daunting at the moment, so he Jumps. Taking care not to jostle the sleeping woman in his arms, he teleports a few feet above her balcony then floats down until his feet softly touch the tile. The sliding door is unlocked, and he manipulates his Evol to open the door and allow him entry.

Though it's been over a week since she's been home, her apartment still smells like her. Strawberries and cherry blossoms. Sweet, addictive. Her favorite lotion from a hole in the wall boutique down in the Azure District. A pile of detective and fantasy novels sits atop her living room table, their covers full of scuffs and creases. On the couch, her Betsy doll smiles at him from beneath Ellara's favored blanket.

Everything looks as though she hasn't left. Neat. Organized. Tidy.

With one small difference.

Someone's definitely been here.

Taking great care not to wake her, Xavier lays Ellara on the couch. He adjusts her injured arm so that the sling he forced her to wear doesn't twist. She doesn't stir, sleeping like the dead. Her palor hasn't improved since he first saw her, either. He hasn't been able to confirm it, but something is definitely wrong with her Evol. Now that the collar no longer binds him, he can feel it clear as day.

A winter breeze comes through the open balcony door, and Ellara shivers in her sleep. He should lay down beside her and wrap her in his warmth. Keep her safe from the cold. But, someone's been here, and there's no telling what they took or left behind. Now was not the time to lay down arms. He needed to investigate the place first.

His gaze gentle yet alert, Xavier covers Ellara with her favorite blanket and stands up. In his hand, he summons the hilt of a golden blade, ready to engage in combat if the need arises. He moves silently to her kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. A sigh of relief; a release of tension in his shoulders. No one else is here, and Xavier takes a breath to keep his Evol and emotions steady.

He goes back to her bedroom. Her theme of gray, white, and black continues here from the living room. A cute desk stands against the wall, the cork board in front of it covered in small baubles, photo stickers, and plushies. Xavier smiles when he sees that most of the photos are of their times spent visiting the arcades in Linkon.

The bed is made, and all clothes and items are put away neatly. Not a thing looks to be out of place except for a single duffle bag sitting on Ellara's bed. It's new. Not hers. Wary, he walks up to its perch on the edge of the mattress and unzips it. Inside is a bunch of clothes packed into stacks based on use: shirts, pants, socks. Too neatly packed for his little workaholic. She always works too late on her reports and packs her things at the last minute, forgetting half of what she needs at home.

Something different about the closet, too. He shuffles to it but hesitates at the door. His instinct warns him not to open it. But, he needs to investigate. What if this is what's got him on edge? Of course. Now is not the time to hold back. He needs to ensure that this apartment is safe. Steeling himself, he grits his teeth and slides open the door.

Ellara is a frugal woman. She wears the same three sets of uniforms for work and only has a few everyday clothes that all fit neatly into bins on the closet shelves. Her hangars are usually empty. But now, something bulky hangs wrapped in a white designer clothes bag like a bright centerpiece. On the zipper hangs a slim stretch of paper with a single word on it scribbled in impeccable penmanship:

"Raincheck."

Xavier reaches for it.

Open it. Don't be a coward.

Against his better judgment, he unzips the bag all the way to the bottom. From within spills an extravagant evening dress with a stitching of the night sky stretching over a river. It's made of the finest silk and stitched with golden thread. Precious gems adorn the breathtaking scenery. A long flowing skirt ripples down to the floor. The quality is second to none. Without a doubt, it's a work of art. One of a kind.

Ellara will be a vision in this. Radiant, like a Goddess of the moon.

Shame it is not intended for you.

Anger simmers like an acid pill in his gut.

Because this item is clearly not something Ellara would ever buy for herself.

And who else could it be from but him, the same man that had dared to take her deep into the darkness, to touch her with his filthy hands, and to mark her like he owned her?

How dare he?

For centuries, Xavier had waited. Prayed and hoped. Then waited again. And at last -- at long last! -- he'd found her in a place where her life was her own. In a time when she could live as she desired and could choose him. He'd vowed not to interfere with her free will -- vowed to let her decide of her own volition whether she wanted their paths to unite. More than anything, he wanted her health and happiness, even if that wasn't by his side.

But, never had he really imagined that she might choose someone else instead.

Dizzy with fury, he stumbles back into the living room to stand before the couch. He watches Ellara sleep, his hands trembling and his heart in his throat. His nails dig into his palm as his hand clenches into a fist. He fights against the voice, so loud now. So insistent.

...she's so warm...and alive...alive at last...and mine... MINE ...

Why should he fight it? The voice was possessive, yes. Extreme, perhaps. But, it had a point. Nothing was yet decided. Sylus had played his cards, and now it was Xavier's turn. He'd waited on the sidelines long enough. He wasn't going to surrender her heart without a fight.

But, the voice was wrong, too.

Her free will mattered above all else. His vow was eternal, and he would never break it no matter how his soul cracked and shattered. He loved this woman more than his own unnatural immortal life, bought at the expense of her very heart. And it was that heart that he would protect with all he had.

From any who would harm it.

Even the monster inside of him.

As though sensing his determination, Sylus's crow flutters in through the open door and settles on a nearby bookshelf. It's crimson eyes narrow as it stares Xavier down.

Time to take care of this particular nuisance. He raises his hand, prepared to strike the unnatural thing down with his Evol, when his Hunter's watch rings with a message from an unknown number. He accepts it, grimacing when he reads the contents.

Be content with your role...or risk losing the gift you've been granted.

He types back without hesitation: "The loss will only be yours."

Twenty four days, nineteen hours...

That's how much time passes from the moment when my life shattered on the rocks of chaos. Or maybe it wasn't a moment. Maybe it was a specific day? I can't be sure. So much happened in such a short amount of time that I can still hardly wrap my head around it all. In just a few weeks, I'd gone from living a calm and ordinary life as a Deepspace Hunter to facing one dramatic turn after another.

I'm losing my identity - my very purpose.

Who am I, if not a Hunter fighting Wanderers?

Who am I, if not Xavier's trusted partner?

Who am I, if not a lonely young woman who loves reading about detectives and fantastical new realms to a candlelit microwave dinner?

I try to think back on how it all started, wondering if maybe there was something I could have done differently to prevent this downward spiral.

Upon returning to Linkon, Xavier and I checked ourselves into Akso Hospital to treat our injuries. Doctor Zayne happened to be on shift. After hearing about my near-death experience, he was more than glad to help in screening me for any major after-effects. While succumbing to his battery of tests and inquiries, we reached out to Captain Jenna to schedule a debriefing.

As expected, the Captain was relieved to hear that I was alive and seemed to believe our story about me being injured and staying with a friend to lay low for a while. Naturally, the conversation turned to the truth about what happened in the club the night of the explosions. Reluctantly, we gave her everything we had on Noxis. There was no one better than Xavier and I to continue the investigation, and she was poised to place us at the head of it once our injuries were healed.

That's where everything started falling apart.

Doctor Zayne returned, and when he dismissed everyone from the room to speak to me, I knew something was seriously wrong. He didn't disappoint. Showing me the result of one test after another, he revealed a disturbing fact.

My Evol was gone.

Completely.

Something was blocking the Evol channels in my body, and if it wasn't resolved soon, my heart would be affected. The bouts of exhaustion I'd been facing weren't a result of the darkness in the N109 Zone. My Aether Core was shutting down, and there was no guarantee that one of these times, it wouldn't take my entire heart with it. At least, that was the theory. Not enough was really known about altered bodies like mine. Maybe Zayne was taking it too seriously; or maybe I wasn't taking it seriously enough.

Whatever the case, I asked him to keep it confidential. I didn't want anyone to know, especially Xavier. A solution was out there. I just needed to find it. Zayne said it could be temporary. If so, I just needed to figure out what would jump start my body back into its normal function. I wanted to remain positive. The alternative simply wasn't acceptable. I had too much to live for; too much still to do.

Though Zayne agreed to keep my sudden health problem a secret, I couldn't necessarily hide that something was amiss. He gave the Association a cursory diagnosis, claiming that I had a temporary disability due to my injuries. That's what we used for official record. However, the disappearance of my Evol rendered me basically useless in my former role as an S-Class Hunter. I retained my physical combat skills, but I couldn't Resonate with any of my weapons. I was more of a burden in combat than an ally, and with how fast paced and dynamic S-Class missions were, nobody could take the risk.

The first week went by in a flash of shattered hopes. I trained relentlessly, pinning everything on how weak my body was after my ordeal at the Mythe. I trained until I was ready to fall over. Yet, no matter how much I pushed my body, my Evol remained dormant.

On the second week, I was placed on extended medical leave. Suspension in all but name. Jenna wanted to reassign Xavier to a different Hunter as a partner, but he pulled some strings to avoid that. The thought was appreciated, but it did no good. Though my partnership with Xavier wasn't nullified, I was not allowed to accompany him on any missions.

After my diagnosis, he'd thrown himself into the Noxis investigations. He was determined to find out as much information as possible about the substance. We were both on the same wavelength. If my condition was caused by the LUMINIS spilling on me at the Mythe, we needed an antidote. This goal ultimately separated us for days on end, leaving me feeling useless and alone.

Tara was still in the hospital recovering after her kidnapping. She'd been transferred from the hospital in the Arctic to Akso just a few days before our return to Linkon. Unfortunately for us, she had no memory of who had attacked her. I visited her when I could, but she had her own battles to fight with physical therapy and getting back into her work at the lab.

To help ease my loneliness and help me feel more connected to what was happening, Xavier brought me to his friend Jeremiah. He was a tech genius and helped me obtain and configure a new phone and Hunter's watch. Since I was on suspension, my access to the UNICORNS database was revoked. Somehow, he helped me get past that. At the very least, I could do research now.

I started to lose hope in the third week. By the fourth, I couldn't sleep and hardly had any appetite. Worse yet, Sylus hadn't contacted me even once since we were separated on the battlefield. At first, I was worried something had happened. But then, doubts plagued me. More than once, I found myself brooding over what the twins had told me about being a prisoner or something Sylus was merely using for entertainment. A disturbing thought began to haunt me: had Sylus known about the disappearance of my Evol? Is that why he'd sent me away? Was I no longer useful to him without it?

I couldn't believe that he hadn't tried to reach me even once. The only line I had to him was Mephisto, who followed me everywhere I went. The crow's presence was oddly reassuring. At the very least, it helped remind me that I hadn't dreamed up everything that had happened in N109. Mephisto was Sylus's companion. He wouldn't have sent him to follow me if he didn't care about me. Right?

As I sit on my couch trying to understand where to turn or what to do next, my phone suddenly rings with a tone I've never heard before. I look down at the flashing notification.

Message from "Unknown". Do you accept?

I click the confirmation.

Are you tired of being on the sidelines? If you are, meet me at the Destiny Café tonight at 9PM. Come alone.

I hesitate. My hands start to tremble with excitement and fear. This doesn't sound like something Sylus would say, but who else would write a message like this?

I type back: "Who is this?"

To my surprise, my phone rings again.

What you choose to call me doesn't matter. I already told you, didn't I?

Biting my lip, I type a response: "Malakai?"

I have what you want most and a proposition to go with it. Will you wait until your heart stops beating at some random moment? Or will you come to me and make a trade? It's up to you.

I suck in a breath.

What I want most?

He can't be talking about an antidote, can he?

I jump to my feet and run to my closet. Sliding open the door, I notice a strange empty hanger I hadn't seen there before. Did Xavier bring it from his place? Shaking my head, I focus on getting dressed. I put on my Hunter uniform and holster two regular hand guns to my hips. I pull on a pair of combat boots and tie my hair into a braid. Glancing at my watch, I check the time:

2:15 PM

It's still early, but I want to go and scope out the scene before the meeting time. The Destiny Café is a very public place with many visitors and patrons. The 24-Hour venue is a popular hot spot for everyone from couples to gaming nerds who want to get away from the hustle and bustle of the every day. It has a public open bar, an internet café, and private rooms that can be rented for a fee per hour. No doubt Malakai will have rented one of these. If so, I can check the records with the staff. Though I'm on suspension, my Hunter's watch and uniform should make me look legit enough to gain some information without too much resistance.

Would Malakai really try something under such public scrutiny?

This could be a trap. It probably is. Absolutely. Definitely. But, I don't have the luxury to risk refusing. If Malakai has an antidote, then I have to try to get it. I don't know what connection he has to Noxis or why he was at the Mythe that fateful night, but this is a lead I absolutely can't ignore. His threat about my heart already has me sweating bullets. I've been trying to ignore Zayne's warnings, hoping that it was just his paranoia. But now, a second person has mentioned the possibility of my heart stopping. If that's true, then I'm living on borrowed time. Either I go and risk falling into a trap, or I stay here and wait for death to take me. When put that way, the choice seems clear.

Is there anything I can do to try to protect myself, though? Jumping into the fire is something my old self would have done without thinking. But, I'm wiser now. At least, I want to believe so. I consider texting Xavier, but I hesitate. He's on a mission right now, and I don't want to distract him. But, I'd promised Sylus that I wouldn't be reckless, and I never want to see so much pain in Xavier's eyes again.

Running my hand through my hair and letting out a frustrated burst of air, I type him a quick text to let him know what's going on. Our relationship has been strange since our return to Linkon. He's been more distant than usual, though I can't really blame him after that awkward night at the bunker in the No Hunt Zone. I have no idea what he thinks of me anymore, and I'm too scared to assume. For the moment, I've chosen to stick my head in the sand until all of this blows over with my Evol.

I glance at Mephisto dozing on top of my TV and walk up to him. He lazily cracks open an eye. If I had to give an animal an emotion, I would have chosen "disgruntled" in this case. For a mechanical thing, he certainly has personality. Frowning, I clear my throat. I've haven't spoken to him in a while. Doing so always felt ridiculous. But, now...

"Sylus," I whisper, instantly feeling like an idiot. Despite that, I keep going.

"Sylus, I don't know if you can hear me. I don't know where you are or why you haven't reached out to me at all. Actually," my ears feel hot, "this just feels really stupid overall. But if there's a chance that you can hear me, then..." I take a breath. "I'm going to meet someone named Malakai. Tonight. Don't know if that name rings a bell. I met him at the Mythe the night I was injured. He was wearing a mask and seemed to be one of the people interested in buying LUMINIS. I have no idea if this is a trap, but he made me an offer I can't refuse."

My pride churns and boils inside me, but I take another breath and continue. "The truth is that I'm helpless right now. I don't have my Evol, and even if I did..." I hesitate. Why is it always so hard for me to ask anyone for help? Is it because I already feel weak and useless? Isn't asking for help just affirming that?

Another breath.

"This isn't courage. It's desperation, and if you can hear me I surely would appreciate some backup."

Mephisto is looking at me with both eyes now, the red within reminding me so much of his master. For a moment, I let myself feel how much I miss Sylus. How much I need him. The emotion is so strong that I have to immediately bury it deep within the back of my mind. Where I'm going, I can't afford distractions. I have to assume the worst case scenario: nobody will come to help me tonight. It'll be up to me and me alone to get myself out of this mess.

I turn towards the door and check my guns and clips one last time.

"Are you coming?" I ask Mephisto. He caws in his typical annoying way and makes a fuss as he flies over and reluctantly sits on my shoulder. "Alright. Let's do this."

#eyes of infinity delirium #love and deepspace #love and deepspace fanfic #sylus love and deepspace #sylus x mc #sylus/mc #sylusposting #sylus #lnds #lnds xavier #lnds fanfic #lnds sylus

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beefrobeefcal · 1 year ago

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🎉 Congrats on 1k followers Beef 😘 you have such a beautiful and creative mind. You deserve all the love!! And on a personal note, I'm so lucky to call you a friend. You're always there to lend a hand (or an ear). You're level-headed, compassionate, and KIND, and I just love ya!!

Here are some Pedge pictures that made me think of you

These pictures, Noxy? THEY MAKE ME FERAL. FERAL LIKE ZOIDBERG.

In all seriousness though, thank you. If there is truth to the things you say about me, it's merely a reflection of you, Noxy, and all the beautiful people I get to interact with on this site.

It's not about the Chubby!P-boys, it's about the friendos we made along the way.

Yours in sin,

Beefro👌🥩💜

PS. Where the heck is that third picture from and are there more that have greater detail and less clothing?

#1k celebration #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal tummy #you ask beefro answers #thot tank #you asked beefro answered #🥩#beefro is blessed

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aspenvelaz · 1 year ago

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Intro I guess?

Minors are welcome on this page so please keep things here at least somewhat appropriate, aka no sexual content on my page, thank you.(this disclaimer is directed at very specific asks which I will not be answering and have blocked the account sending them but I felt the need to put this here, if it you can see my posts then don’t worry about it because obviously you didn’t do it, just keep doing what you’re doing love y’all)

ALSO I AM WORKIN ON DRAWING ALL MY CHARACTERS SO EEE

CHARACTER INFO AND RULES BELOW THE LINE

RULES:

I cant handle the tight enclosed spaces even through characters it’s very triggering please don’t

No nsfw

Basic respect

ASPEN:

Aspen is a dead 15 year old. They had an…interesting life. I will be using they/them for their character. They don’t have the greatest understanding of normal interaction and get thrown off easily. They’re Mexican/Italian because I am and it would be weird to me if my OC was from a culture I know nothing about. They have a shit ton of bio siblings but the only ones with rp blogs so far are @noxie-velaz and @mara-velaz(these blogs are no longer active so I took over the characters on @velaz-kids) and @mictlans-residents. Aspen and Noxie anre twins but Noxie died a few years earlier. Mara is the eldest sibling. Aspen is a bookworm who likes food more than most other things. I plan on adding lore as I go so this’ll probably get edited.

BABY ASPEN(Chal):

I dunno how long they’ll exist but basically just mini Aspen with the name Chalmecacihuilt or ‘Chal’. They’re a little shit.

ESME: me! I exist! It’s literally just me. Idk how long rp me shall exist either.

ZARA: Chal’s girlfriend! Made of porcelain!

Mod note: send me asks to cure my boredom I beg of thee

Mod status: alive. Ish

This is a mod Esme blog.

My other blogs:

@leo-velaz

@velaz-kids

@m-the-god

@bloody-monkey

@dead-queer-bitches

@not-kids-of-m

@some-psychos

@e-reblogs-shit

@angels-maybe

@totecs-throne

@ask-lucifer-morningstar owns their soul

Children:

@headlessdeaddancer

@astro-raven-power

parents:

@alastor-the-demon

Siblings:

@mara-velaz (inactive)

@noxie-velaz (inactive)

@leo-velaz

@velaz-kids

@mictlans-residents

Snek:

@daru-velaz-the-snek(incative)

Fiancé:

@bloody-monkey

Lore:

#Aspen/Chal(aspenvelaz)#zara(aspenvelaz)#esme(aspenvelaz)#little chal(aspenvelaz)

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noxlotl · 1 year ago

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her eyes traced over the bulletin board, each of the sentences written(WRITTEN???) had different hand-writings from different people, some messy, some neat, some… Unexplainable. Papers of different, vibrant colors were also pinned, some connected with a red string, some scribbled over, and some were ripped out of their misery.

She sighed, her gaze locking with a certain yellow sticky note pinned at the side of the board. ‘Sorry I won’t be here again, I bought pizza for the gang!’ Her eyebrows furrowed as she frowned. They were always busy, either with schoolwork, or working, and trying their best not to get the group in trouble. He was loud yet quiet, a nerd yet an idiot, a sleepyhead but has an Ungodly sleeping schedule.

This is the first two paragraphs of a damn brain rot about you being the missing writer and artist and chat beingidjnvijsdfnvsidhfn

NOXY HEEEEELLLPPP

“Missing “ damn Jox finally took care of me smhhhhh

#an AU????#this is so cool #asks #chat

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zion-noxis · 8 months ago

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Felt cute, might drop our location later 🥰

#noxis notes #mcsm oc

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readerwithnosleep · 1 year ago

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Book Series Specific Award Show Time!!

The categories are:

Most character development.

Least character development.

Best couple.

Best friendship.

Best chapter.

Best female character.

Best male character.

Best book of the series.

Most heartbreaking moment.

Most underrated character.

Most overrated character.

Plus an honourable mention.

The series of note in this case is the Zodiac Academy (plus additions from the connected series’) as it has quickly become my favourite series. For now that is.

SO! The results!

The award for Most Developed Character goes to:

🐺Seth Capella (ZA) because holy shit i hated this dude two books ago. I would basically skim his chapters when they appeared and now I'm smiling at the page when he comes on.

🐍Ryder Draconis (RB), like damn this man went from getting murderous, or horny it depends on if Elise was there or not, every time he saw the main group to being Nebular Allies with his worst enemy and walking around with DISNEY TATTOOS.

The award for Least Developed Character goes to:

🐲Darius Acrux (ZA), I really don't like this dude sometimes because his lack of change brings me such uncontrollable anger all the time and I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL- he. does. not. deserve. Tory. Like, they are perfectly matched but that means squat when he treats her like a clueless little girl all the time.

The award for Best Couple goes to:

💙🦇BlueLance (ZA) because THESE TWO have the best and purest relationship and they are so cute but also so fucking hot and sooo fierce when fighting for one another. Nobody can even attempt to come close to them.

The award for Best Friendship goes to:

🐍🦅Ryder and Gabriel (RB) because the friendship between these two was utterly heart breaking during how it began to fully form after the first Elysian Mate bond but the devotion to eachother that they end up with is UNMATCHED in the Ruthless Boys series.

💙❤️‍🔥Darcy and Tory (ZA), these two have such a strong relationship, I mean their bond transcends the effects of the shadows from the very first moment that they use them. They were my rock, my fall-to relationship throughout this whole series and it hurt when they were separated and at odds the most.

The award for Best Chapter goes to:

🦁💜🐍Chapter 21 - Warrior Fae (RB) was SO FUNNY. Leon was a genius and that's all I'm going to say. 🦇🦅Chapter 19 - Warrior Fae (RB) was so fucking bizarre but so absolutely hilarious that it makes sense that why 'Orio' and 'Noxy' are bonded by the stars because what other friend would not double over in laughter when that happens.

💙❤️‍🔥Fire trial chapter in Darcy's POV (can't find what chapter it was) in The Reckoning (ZA) because they were so damn badass when they literally WALKED. THROUGH. FIRE. Like, goddamn. I would gladly join the A.S.S. and bow to Tory and Darcy.

💙🦇Chapter sex ed - The Reckoning (ZA) when many readers where reading the chapter through the gaps in their fingers and tears of disbelief and laughter. It was so bloody funny!

The award for Best female Character goes to:

💜Elise Callisto (RB), while yes there was limited amounts of female characters that were actually good in the Ruthless Boys series, Elise was still a complete badass and she deserves more recognition then I'm giving her in this.

💙DARCY VEGA (ZA) because this girl is amazing in every way. Imma just sum up her brilliance in this quote in which she cut Seth down to size; "Iron is made stronger in the hottest part of the fire, Seth. You didn't break me, you forged me.” I am in love with her.

The award for Best male Character goes to:

🐍Ryder Draconis (RB) because he was tied favourite with Gabe but since we barely see Ryder in the other books there is more excitement at the prospect him popping up in them.

🦇Lance Orion (ZA) THIS MAN OWNS MY SOUL. I would be his doormat if he asked me to. If he told me to. Even if he looked at it, I would materialise into it and feel honoured when he stood on me.

The award for Best Book of the Series:

3️⃣The Reckoning - (ZA), this is my comfort book. It is before all the awful shit stars to happen at the scarily fast rate that it does for the rest of the series. Plus, BlueLance forms.

5️⃣Warrior Fae - (RB) because this is where everyone gets all mushy squash and the ✨group activities✨ were great. And when they actually got on there was some absolutely amazing scenes between them all and it warmed my wounded heart.

The award for Most Heart breaking Moment goes to:

🚨🦁THE CAVE WITH EVIL, SIREN, THERAPIST BITCH AND LEON. (RB) That scene made me bawl my eyes out at like five in the morning and it was NOT pleasant. Not fun.

🐉💙❤️‍🔥Y'know what? Nobody talks about it and it annoys me. When Catalina is given a star divorce by Darcy and Tory, that shit was heart breaking because of how unhappy she was for YEARS until that moment. It was a happy moment only because she had escaped.

The award for Most Underrated Character goes to:

🐉Catalina Acrux (ZA) because this woman was so strong and despite that she treated the twins, Orion, the Heirs and both of her boys with so much of the motherly love that most of them were missing growing up. She deserved every little speck of happiness that she could carve out of the world.

🍰Middle Kipling (RB) HEAR ME OUT! He provided so many weird ass moment that had me in tears of laughter every time. For example, the wedding?? That was peak comedy.

The award for Most Overrated Character goes to:

🦟Melinda Altair (RB specifically) I did not like her one bit in the Ruthless Boys series, I mean she outed them and almost got Ryder killed, brutally, many times. Idc that she is Elise's or Caleb's family, she was a bitch in those books.

🧛🐟Caleb Altair and Max Rigel (ZA) the only times that these two are not completely unbearable are when they are with their ships. If it wasn't for Seth and Geraldine they would be such extremely pointless wet blankets. Granted, they have some leeway with this because they are useful in the seventh book but other than then they are just kind of... there.

Now, finally the honourable mention goes to...

🐀Eugene Dipper! I loved this little guy when he appeared in both series'. He was funny and he became a much stronger Fae by the ZA books and I think he deserves a mention because he managed to escape Lionel's grip.

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m-the-god · 1 year ago

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Intro

I cant handle the tight enclosed spaces even through characters it’s very triggering please don’t

Mictlāntēcutli, who allows people to call him M, is an Aztec(Mexica) deity of the underworld. He is also father to @aspenvelaz, @leo-velaz, @mictlans-residents, and @velaz-kids as well as others who may pop up later. He eats people because yummy~

He’s also made entirely of red bone. And he’s ruthless.

Mictlāntēcutli(he/they/it):

“Speaking.”

*Actions.*

‘Thoughts’

‘Mind conversation’

‘M’s wife in his mind’

‘💀Aspen in M’s mind��’

‘🫀Leo in M’s mind🫀’

‘✨Mara in M’s mind✨’

‘꧁Noxie in M’s mind꧂’

‘⁂Quinn in M’s mind⁂’

’•Orion in M’s mind•’

‘✽Maria in M’s mind✽’

‘✩Airam in M’s mind✩’

‘ఌNico in M’s mindఌ’

(Note: I do not play Maria Airam or Nico my brother does)

M’s stolen human child:

£Speaking£

Mod(he/she):

(Ooc speaking)

Mods main is @aspenvelaz

Fun little mythology info that’ll add into the lore:

#m god of death #Gwendolyn child of m #goddess of the dead and m’s wife

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zinbu · 1 year ago

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Ugliness. Such an intriguing concept, isn't it? People often associate it with outward appearance—crooked noses, blemished skin, an asymmetry that makes them cringe. But for me, true ugliness lies deeper. It festers within the weak, those who lack the will and strength to grasp what they desire, who cower in the shadows, waiting for someone else to seize their dreams for them.

Weakness. The most repulsive form of ugliness. It's not about physical strength, no. It's about the lack of resolve, the absence of a backbone. Look at them, shuffling through life, their heads bowed, eyes averted. They exist, but they do not live. They conform, blend in, terrified of standing out, of making a mark. They whisper their complaints in the dark, too feeble to voice their desires in the light.

They cling to each other, forming a mass of mediocrity, as if their combined weakness might somehow amount to strength. They celebrate the mundane, pat each other on the back for simply surviving another day, never realizing that mere survival is the lowest bar to clear. They disdain ambition, label it as arrogance or greed, because ambition would demand they lift themselves from the muck of their own making.

And what of their dreams? Pitiful things, those dreams. Small, safe, uninspired. A better job, a slightly bigger house, a holiday now and then. They never dream of dominion, of shaping the world to their will. Such thoughts are beyond them, frightening in their intensity, for they might require action, and action carries risk.

Ah, but the weak loathe risk. They cower from it, erecting walls of excuses and what-ifs. They'd rather languish in their safe, predictable misery than dare to reach for something greater. They tell themselves they are virtuous, that their contentment with little is a sign of humility, of wisdom. But it is not humility. It is cowardice, dressed in the robes of false virtue.

I, on the other hand, understand the beauty of strength. True beauty lies in the power to shape your own destiny, to bend the world to your will. It is the fire that burns within those unafraid to seize what they want, to carve their own path through the chaos. It is the unyielding spirit that does not break in the face of adversity but grows stronger, sharper.

The weak? They are fodder. They are the gray, lifeless backdrop against which the strong shine. Their ugliness, their lack of will and courage, serves only to highlight the splendor of those who dare. And so, I will take what I want, crush those who stand in my way, for I am not bound by their petty morals and fears. I am the storm that sweeps through their stagnant lives, and I revel in their terror, for in their fear, they reveal their true, hideous nature.

The world belongs to those who have the strength to take it. The rest? They are but shadows, ugly in their insignificance, destined to be swept aside.

A story told by GREED, VIOLENCE, MANIPULATION, DOMINANCE.

MAINS / Gucci Gang: @tides-of-clarity , @maljefe

MY OTHER PAGE: @stanislawkowalski

CHARACTERS: Geto & Sukuna & Muzan & Tengen Uzui

OCs: Little Moon & Akira & Wolf & Noxie & Axel

Welcome to my selective, mutual-only, literate, magical, and beautiful role-play blog! This space is open to OCs, canon characters, and everything in between. Written and run by yours truly, N., located in the UK time zone. I've been writing since before I could walk, so sit back, relax, and enjoy the journey!

rules:

No follow-first requests, please. If you follow, I'll assume you're interested in writing with me. Let's keep my dash filled with people I know and love!

I reserve the right to choose who I role-play with. As much as I love diving into new adventures, I have a full-time job and want to keep things manageable. If we don't vibe or if I'm not feeling a connection, I may not follow back right away.

I'm 30 years old old with 12 years of experience in role-playing and writing. Please note that I will only follow back those who are over 18.

Dark plots are welcome here, including themes like violence, blood, and gore. . If there's something specific you'd like tagged, just let me know.

I have a strict policy against writing pedophilia, incest, etc. These themes may be referenced in backstory but will never be written out.

Basic role-play etiquette is expected. No godmodding, and any form of hate will be blocked and deleted immediately.

Feel free to reach out with any plot ideas or just to chit-chat! I'm always up for new adventures.

Just because my characters may say or do something doesn't necessarily reflect my own beliefs or preferences. If I use a character's name vc (voice chat), it's in character.

I'm happy to dive into established or previous relationships and am open to exploring different ships if I have the muse for it. Don't hesitate to shoot me a message if you're unsure about something. Also, I absolutely love OCs!

I hard blocked pages I used to interact with. I guess, a need to keep myself sane and clean was, is and will be stronger than any of the other need. Please note that I've done it with a heavy heart, however my mental health is more important than anything.

#pinned like jesus.

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kid-of-chaos · 9 months ago

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I have to try this again since it somehow didn’t appear on the tags. Take 2-

The Shadowed Light.

Note: He can also have the Prarie Shield, but I just use the Prarie helm for him normally.

Name: Unknown, referred to as “Ingo”* by others

*Name means “The Deceptive” in Tenebrin

Gender: Male

Nickname/Alias: The Wandering Narrator

Race: Noxix Tenebris (Braken, which is a rough translation of "Siblings of the Dark")

Type: Shade-walker (Dark Shadow based)

Age: 38 (Past Life), 19 (Current Life)

D.o.B: August 13 (Gratitude Period)

Appearance: Ingo is a young Braken adult who's well-known for his immersive storytelling gig. Rarely fights, but if he does, he doesn't abuse the memory Lantern's abilities. He's friends with the Light Scholar and the Oddball Outcast, Abrek.

Tools/Weapons: The Prairie Elder's Blessing. Also the aforementioned Memory Lantern.

Powers/Abilities: Has control of Psychic Magic (Purple Light) and like a lot of Braki, Void Magic (Red Light). Able to make his projections tangible via Illusion Magic. He also has enhanced strength, speed, and endurance due to being a Braken.

… at least I think he uses Void Magic. Haven’t seen him use it though..

Weaknesses: Like all Braki, they need to consume light, so prolong absence will result in Starvation and/or insanity. He's less durable and powerful than normal Braki, due to his thinner scales and straighter claws. Also, Light Magic. Again, I’m not quite sure if he’s weak to light magic. Need more information to be sure..

Notes (Made by Arcivo): [Ingo? He's a fickle case. He's only known for his occasional story telling, and other than that, his devotion to the Megabird and his frequent realm Visits, little is known about him. But rumor has it he was an Ancestor alive after the Era of Conflict who died from an unknown source. He was known to be heavily spiteful of the Noxi.. if this rumor is true, the fact he ended up reincarnating as a Braken.. raises some questions.

How is this possible? Was it done out of spite by the first Avatar of the Flame? The Greater Void?

Could this phenomenon happen to other Torians? Could.. cross-species reincarnation happen the other way, where Braki can be reborn as Torians..? If so, this could change a lot. I’ll have to check the Vault of Knowledge for information about this later.]

#sky children of the light #that sky game #sky cotl oc #sky oc: ingo #chaosverse #chaosverse cast #sky cotl #sky game #chaotic skies

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kyndredravenstories · 9 months ago

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Eyes of Infinity: Chapter 15

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53564641/chapters/151406866

Pairing: Sylus/Female MC with some elements of Xavier/Female MC

Genre: Romance, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Adventure, Smut, Porn with Big Plot and Big Feelings

Previous Chapters: Ch 1 / Ch 2 / Ch 3 / Ch 4 / Ch 5 / Ch 6 / Ch 7 / Ch 8 / Ch 9 / Ch 10 / Ch 11 / Ch 12 / Ch 13 / Ch 14

Sylus sits on the throne-like armchair in his receiving room reading a report about a recent Onychinus raid when the twins walk in. They push open the room's massive metal double doors and strut in with an air of confidence and excitement. Luke has a bounce in his step as he leads a small child no older than six years of age behind him. Kieran is noticeably more subdued as he holds a man by the scruff of his shirt, dragging his limp body on the floor as he walks.

Sylus frowns at the trail of blood Kieran leaves in his wake. He rubs at his temple, hoping that the twins followed his instructions and weren't too enthusiastic in softening this guy up before interrogation. Judging by how the man is whimpering and the tears and snot running down his face, they've definitely given him enough motivation to start talking at least. Overkill, really. A few minutes one on one with this man will give Sylus all the information he needs. Such a show of force wasn't necessary, but he can't expect his bloodhounds to show strategic restraint when it comes to violence.

He glances at the sniffling coward on the ground.

Felix Blaze, a scientist that likely knows more about the Aether Core and its potential than the majority of humans alive in this day and age. During his rise to fame amongst the ranks of Onychinus, he'd championed the creation of fake Protocores using the living as a sacrifice among a series of other morally questionable techniques. Well. To each his own. It was a mad scientist's prerogative to experiment and toy with life like a child with blocks, was it not? Sylus held nothing personally against him for following his deranged nature.

What was personal was Sylus's destruction of the man's life some years ago. When he razed Felix's first laboratory to the ground, it hadn't been a crusade to champion the innocents his research targeted. He'd done it because the man had dared to set his gaze on the Aether Core and the one possessing it. At the time, Sylus still wasn't certain if he'd be able to find Ellara in this world. But, he wasn't about to take any chances.

Despite the heavy financial cost to Onychinus, Sylus leveled the six block compound in a single evening of explosions and napalm, ensuring there would be nothing left to salvage. He'd saved the information needed to start over in another lab for other sources of research and income, safeguarding the scientists of his choosing. Felix wasn't one of them, and Sylus was certain that the mad scientist had perished in the flames. A recent discovery, however, suggested that the scientist hadn't died in the inferno after all. Instead, he'd escaped to Noxis to start his work all over again.

Honestly. Humans really are just like roaches.

Standing from his chair, Sylus rises to greet the twins and their charges. The pair had completed their mission in record time. He'd allotted at least two weeks for the infiltration of the lab and the capture of the notorious Felix Blaze. Yet, they'd returned in just a few days. Sylus isn't sure whether that means he's overestimating Malakai and the security at his compound or if the twins are just that good.

Or, perhaps they'd found an unexpected advantage.

His eyes flit to the boy trailing after Luke. He's got a shoulder length mop of fiery red hair. Streaks of random grey hair litter the cloud of frizzy and matted waves. His eyes are silver. Watching him walk timidly behind the twins gives Sylus some nostalgic flashbacks of the time when he first met his faithful bloodhounds. It's not just the boy's appearance that triggers the memories; it's everything from the signs of abuse all over his body, his greying hair, and the glint of madness so alien to a child's typical features.

Later, perhaps, he will ask Luke and Kieran what their intentions are for this boy. Though, now that he's gotten a good look at him, said intentions are clear as day.

"You've done well," Sylus drawls to his loyal servants, greeting them with his hands in his pockets.

"As you directed, Boss-man," Kieran announces, picking up the rather heavyset scientist with one hand and tossing him across the room towards Sylus with a relaxed motion. He doesn't check his strength, and the man goes rolling, stopping only when Sylus puts his heel against his body to halt his momentum. The bloodied man shakes and cries, particularly when he finally looks up and meets his enemy's eyes.

"S-Sylus..."

"I see you remember me. Then I won't bother with introductions. I'll also assume you already know what I want from you."

Felix cries out and curls into a shaking ball. Impatient with his sputtering, Sylus uses his Evol to lift his body into the air. Red and black mist surrounds him. Felix screams in fright, and it's all the opportunity Sylus needs to seize hold of his vision and his mind. More screams fill the room, echoing off the marble. Piece by piece, Sylus syphons knowledge from the man's memories. Unfortunately, most of it is information he's already privy to. Though, there is one gem tucked away in his head.

"The Progenitor," Sylus smiles. "Quite the lofty name for the clone of a dead man."

He continues his work, rummaging around in Felix's mind unconcerned about the consequences. As his brain begins to turn to mush, the man's screams start to die down. Soon, he'll be a vegetable. But, no matter. Killing him weakens Malakai. The man will be hard pressed to replace the leader of the Re-Birth project. Now that he's intimately familiar with this man's thoughts, Sylus can see where it's meant to lead.

The search for immortality? False Protocores? A drug meant to suppress Evol and an antidote giving a "miraculous" cure? It's all so familiar that it's borderline boring. Just as Sylus suspected, A.R.C.A.N.E is simply one tiny branch of EVER. And the Progenitor? Well. Malakai certainly has some grand ambitions. Taking Felix won't stop him; he's too well funded and too far along in the project. EVER will likely provide a replacement quickly, especially since Felix's memories suggest that he was on the verge of a breakthrough.

What's not so expected is EVER's awareness of Ellara's hidden ability to devour Evol. It seems they're poised to take advantage of this, and the first guinea pig is to be her favored partner, Xavier. By breaking his collar, Sylus sought to give him the strength to protect her while he was chasing Malakai. But, he sees now that this might have been a mistake. He's sped up their timeline, which means he's now forced to escalate his own.

It means there's even less room for error.

If he's cornered EVER in any way, there's no telling how far they will go to obtain what they want. Sylus turns on his heel to face the twins, his eyes settling on the child cowering behind Luke's leg. He walks forward until he's standing right in front of his follower. Sylus raises his hand, and the man obediently steps aside. Left unprotected, the child's palpable fear intensifies. His bright silver eyes are huge in his small face, though there is no visible emotion in them. Other things hint at his trepidation. He doesn't make eye contact, staring at his bare feet. His pallor grows more pronounced, giving his skin a sickly green hue. His hands wring together in front of him.

"Look at me," Sylus commands. "You have nothing to fear if you have nothing to hide."

Sylus reaches out to find the child's motivations. He refrains from using the same technique that he used on Felix. There's no need. A child's mind is easier to mold and easier to search. Their desires are more shallow and lie just below the surface of their awareness. After a minute, it's clear that this boy has no connection with Sylus's enemies. Thus, he releases him and steps away.

"What's the verdict, Boss?" Kieran asks to his left.

How interesting. He sounds almost invested in this boy's fate. Amusing to think the twins might have found something to consider valuable, though it would be better if the only thing they saw as such was their work in his service. The last thing Sylus needs is for this child to put a chink in his bloodhounds' armor. He prefers their heartlessness, for it guarantees loyalty.

"He has some knowledge that might be useful," Sylus says, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "I trust whatever you have planned for him won't be a thorn in my side."

"Of course not, Boss," Luke assures him. "You won't even see him unless you command us to bring him to you."

"See to that. Your first priority is Malakai," Sylus reminds the twins, his tone firm.

"Understood," they say in unison.

Sylus gestures to Felix's comatose body. "Clean this up."

"Yes, Boss," the twins bow their heads.

Having dealt with this, Sylus lets all thought of his followers slip to the back of his mind. He exits the receiving room and makes his way upstairs to take a shower. It's been a rather long night, yet there is still much to be decided. Many pieces must still be moved into position on the chess board. Regrettably, the plans he'd made for himself and Ellara must be put off. Rather than simply taking her sailing on his yacht for a few days, he needs to find a way to help her trigger more of her power.

She's shut herself away so tightly. If what happened at their first meeting is any indication, triggering her Evol's full strength isn't just about physical power or training. Something is stopping her mentally, perhaps emotionally. Deep in thought, Sylus takes the elevator down to his basement armory. His feet lead him to a vault hidden behind a panel in the wall, his eyes settling on an ornate dagger with a bright red gem in its hilt. It sits inside a case made of triple-paned glass and tungsten. As soon as Sylus steps close to it, his Evol reacts to the gem inside. Dark black and red mist swirls around his body.

The weapon is one of his most valuable possessions, but there is nothing more valuable to him than Ellara and her safety. This dagger can offer her something priceless: an experience without the cost of time. An adventure where Ellara might be able to learn more of herself and find the key to the missing pieces of her power. Naturally, there is risk involved, but that's why she won't be going alone.

Sylus places his hand on the glass case, his lips curving into a bitter smile. If only Sorocan could see him now. What would she say? Sylus never believed that he would want to return to the steppe where he'd once lost so much. Yet here he is, ready to face it once again. The boundaries of time and space had blurred much since he'd first been there; as a human, it's very likely Sorocan is no longer in this world. Yet, he's certain that the monsters there have survived the stretch of eternity, as have Sorocan's people. Would the rest of them welcome another monster with open arms as she had once? There is only one way to find out.

Sylus checks his phone.

He types a quick message to Ellara. To his supreme satisfaction, she answers with almost no delay. Did his little Hunter miss him so much that she was looking out for his texts?

S: What's the soonest you can come on a trip with me?

K: Is this the trip you were talking about before?

S: It's not what I originally had in mind, but it's good to be spontaneous sometimes, isn't it?

K: I don't think there's ever been a time when you weren't, though.

S: I haven't heard you complain yet.

K: I have. You just don't listen.

Sylus chuckles at that. Though he can't hear her voice or sense her presence, imagining her curled up on her couch with a steaming cup of tea while she types to him makes him feel...different. His heart isn't racing, but a pleasant warmth spreads through it.

S: So, what's your answer, kitten? How soon can I sweep you away from your cozy little apartment?

K: Can you give me a day or two? What do I pack?

S: No packing necessary. I'll send a car to pick you up.

K: How long will we be gone?

Sylus rubs at his chin, choosing his words carefully.

S: That's up to you, sweetie.

Winter cradles Linkon in a cocoon of ice and falling snow as I leave it behind me. Autumn with its vibrancy and playful evening breezes is long gone, giving way to wool scarves, thick boots, mufflers, and hats. In the wake of its departure, the city is transformed. Couples walk the streets hand in hand, marveling at the multicolored lights and decorations hanging from seemingly every major store front. Wreaths of all shapes and sizes accent light poles, doors, and windows. The entire city is celebrating the coming holidays with bright signs, gaudy and adorable balloon characters, and rows upon rows of newly established market stalls.

Yet, as I enter it, I see that the N109 Zone remains stubbornly detached from all such celebrations and cheer. It's dark, damp, and gloomy as always, untouched by the holiday spirit. Even the falling snow lacks any kind of luster; it's more like ash than ice. In the obscure moonlight, the city looks as cold and aloof as I remember it. It's a beast of its own making, and I sigh as Sylus's car takes me deep into the heart of it. I understand Sylus's hatred for sunlight, but what exactly about this frigid darkness appeals to him? How can he stand to live here, locked so far away from anything that feels even remotely...alive?

Once, Sylus expressed a fondness for Linkon's blossoms in the spring and even the vibrant shedding leaves of fall. What, then, does he think about winter? And, has he really seen how Linkon celebrates the season? If the gloom of the N109 is all he's experienced when it comes to this time of year, I hope that one day I could show him how those who live in the light like to welcome the new year. We might even be like those strolling couples on the street, holding hands and sharing a pouch of roasted chestnuts while we admire the scenery. Such a thought makes me giddy. After all, it implies that we will stay by each others side at least that long.

Yet, I have no surety of that. Sylus and I are so very far apart in terms of lifestyle. I'm a Deepspace Hunter, and he is the undisputed King of N109. Not only does physical distance separate us, but moral obligations do as well. Not to mention, so many things are about to change. How will my coming transfer affect things between Sylus and myself? I have no way of knowing. Our bond seems so delicate, so fragile. What if it breaks? Will I be able to pick up the pieces? To pick up my pieces? Saying it that way is more accurate because I'm well aware now that if I lose him, I'll break. Maybe forever.

When I exit the car in front of Sylus's home, I'm full of these mixed feelings and unanswered questions. On my shoulder, Mephisto ruffles his feathers and makes a contented noise. He's likely glad to be close to his master again, though its only been a few days since we both saw him last. In too many ways, I can empathize with Mephisto's relief. Maybe I'm even projecting my own longing onto the mechanical creature. Since it's just in my head, I'll go ahead and admit that the two days after I initially received Sylus's mysterious invitation dragged about as badly as an unwelcome multi-day safety seminar at work.

I glance at the double doors at the front of the estate, and it takes quite a bit of willpower not to rush through them. Bundling myself tighter in my puffy jacket to keep out the chill, I'm feeling a little empty-handed. Though I brought along my trusted blasters and a few essentials, I followed Sylus's direction not to bother packing. With me not really being a purse kind of girl, I walk up and ring the doorbell then stand in place, not quite knowing what to do with my hands. I've got nothing to fidget with aside from the buttons on my winter coat, but I resist the mighty temptation in favor of not looking like a nervous schoolgirl about to go on her first date.

I have no clue why Sylus invited me or what his intentions are. He said we might be gone a few days, but he's given me no idea what to expect. Knowing him, his plans could be as romantic as a boat ride to some remote island he happens to own in the middle of nowhere or as thrilling as chasing down some powerful Wanderer or artifact in a corner of the world I've never even heard of. He'd mentioned that this trip would help prepare me for my transfer into the emergency quarantine zone in Goldwood City. Somehow, I doubt that this trip will have anything to do with romance.

At that thought, I find myself frowning. I can't let Sylus force me to march at his pace this time around. After what happened with Xavier, I made the decision to corner him and get him to explain exactly where he saw all this going. No matter where he takes me or what the plan is, my personal goal is to confirm the status of our relationship from his own mouth. No more implications. No more vague promises. Is this just a temporary fling? Or does he see us as something serious in his life? One way or another, I am going to force the answer out of him.

The doors open before me, but there's no indication of who did the opening. As I walk inside the mansion, I once again get the eerie feeling that ghosts and not actual people are servicing this place. Everything is meticulous and tidy; not a spec of dust on any shelves. The dining room table is covered to the brim with fresh food as always, but there's no sign of servants, staff, or anyone that could be responsible for keeping all of this in order. With the size of this place, it likely takes a full group of people to maintain it. So, why have I never seen anyone here aside from Sylus and the twins?

I help myself to a plate of chicken and salad, feeling rather hungry after neglecting lunch and dinner. I'd been too nervous about seeing Sylus again, and it had put me off of eating for most of the day. However, as was always the case when I was in this room, I'm suddenly starving. The food tastes incredible. What lottery do I have to win to hire this chef to come cook for me? I don't care if he just meal preps and freezes boxes for the week. With food of this caliber, even frozen meals would trump the convenience store packages and ramen that make up my normal regimen.

Just as I start looking around for a place to leave my dirty plate, a dark mist gathers all around my body. I get a spark of déjà vu as Sylus appears from within, stepping out of the chaotic swirl of Evol to stand directly in front of me. Black ghostly feathers fall around us like snow. His shoes click on the pristine marble floor as he stalks towards me. Chin raised. Sensual lips curved into a smile. And his eyes...oh, those eyes.

I steady myself against a rush of desire.

He's wearing his trademark black and red shirt with his armored jacket hanging from his shoulders. I'm determined not to notice the way his clothes hug his lithe form, so I end up staring down at my plate. He thwarts me immediately. Before I can even summon a coherent thought, his elegant long fingered hand reaches out for me. Calloused fingers slip beneath my chin, forcing me to meet his heart-stopping red gaze.

I stop breathing when the corners of his slanted eyes crinkle in response to his gentle smile. "You're early," he says, and I'm still struggling to remember how to process air in and out of my lungs. "Were you so anxious for my company?"

He really has no idea what an understatement that is.

Or maybe he does.

I wouldn't put it past him.

"The food is always so good here," I ramble. "I thought I might grab a bite before we left."

The corner of his mouth twitches a little. He knows very well I'm full of shit, but he doesn't call me out on it. He's perfectly willing to let me operate with my pride in tact for now, and I greatly appreciate the show of mercy.

"So the next time I want to see you, I should tempt you with some delicacies?" He smirks, and I step back. I trust him implicitly. But, I don't think I'll ever be able to get over that predatory glint in his eyes. I honestly don't want to. I might be dense, but I can be honest with myself and admit how much I love it when he makes me feel like he's about to pounce on me.

"Or you could just send your chef over to my place," I smile.

With a wave of Sylus's hand, his mist erodes the plate and fork in my hands. They vanish in a cloud of white dust. I'm about to make some snarky comment about dishwashing when Sylus pulls me close. One hand settles on my waist while the other caresses up my back. I'm forced to look at him now, and the way my heart pounds in my ears is disorienting.

As soon as I'm in his arms, I feel a kind of relief. All my worries and fears dissipate. My hand comes up to touch his cheek. Then, his silky white hair. His eyes speak everything I want to say while his fingertips trace my spine. Those sublime fingers tell the story I would want to tell if not for my stubborn pride. The story of how I'd longed for him. Of how I'd been waiting for this moment. For his touch, for his arms around me, for his heat to envelop me.

A few days.

It's just been a couple of days since he held me in his arms.

How could I have missed him this much?

How is it possible that his touch can have this kind of effect on me?

I clear my throat, letting my hands rest on his broad chest. I pick at one of his buttons.

"So, where are we going for this trip?" I ask.

"It's not something that can be explained," he says. "Let me show you." He helps me out of my coat then slides his hand down my arm until he threads his fingers with mine. It's such an intimate thing, yet with Sylus it's completely natural.

He leads me to his armory, and as we take the elevator several floors below ground, the surrounding cold has me shivering. I've only been here a few times, yet the breadth and size of this place continues to amaze me. I can't imagine that Sylus really needs any of these weapons to win any encounter. Most look functional, though, while others do seem more like collectibles. We weave through the labyrinthine corridors of this place until we arrive at a half empty room. Sylus reaches behind a beautiful kwan dao adorned with a coiling golden dragon.

A click echoes around us before one of the side walls hisses open to reveal a hidden passage.

I follow Sylus inside to find several rows of glass and tungsten display cases. There are various kinds of weapons here including blasters, swords, daggers, and even an enormous claymore. He stops in front of one particular display case which contains a wicked looking onyx knife. It's blade is etched with patterns that look like dunes while the hilt is inset with a hypnotic red gem.

"What a beautiful stone," I gasp, truly mesmerized.

"The locals call it 'Daybreak'," Sylus explains.

I frown as a familiar burning tickles at my senses. Reaching out, I touch my hand to the display case. "I sense Metaflux," I frown. "Is this gem a Protocore?"

Sylus pushes a combination on the number pad attached to the display case. It beeps then buzzes open. With care, Sylus removes the dagger from its resting place then hands it to me.

"This has been part of my antique collection for some time. A treasure from the steppe."

I hold the weapon gingerly. "What part of the world?"

Sylus seems to hesitate. "There is a place," he says, resting his thumbs in his pockets, "where the grassland meets the desert. I spent some time there once, and the tribe's leader gifted me this dagger."

I tilt my head as I search his face.

"What's that look for, sweetie?" Sylus teases. "Seems like you're dying to ask me something."

I purse my lips. "The more I learn about you, the less I really know about you."

Sylus chuckles. "Doesn't a good mystery make things more interesting?"

If by mystery he means himself, then yes - he certainly does. Ever since I'd met Sylus, there is absolutely no trace of normality left in my life. Poking him playfully, I grip the dagger's handle with both hands and attempt to resonate with it. Yet, I don't feel the familiar surge of energy flow into me. I try several more times, but nothing happens.

"How strange. I can definitely feel Metaflux coming from this, but I just can't seem to--" I almost bite my tongue as something yanks on my wrist. In a split second, I'm squished up against Sylus's chest. A familiar pressure encircles my wrist, and I glance down to see that the Linkage has been triggered again. Its trapped the hand holding the dagger. The curse that flies from my mouth isn't meant for gentle ears. When I look up at Sylus, my anger flares at the obvious amusement on his face.

"This isn't funny," I bite out.

"It actually is," he counters.

"Aren't we supposed to leave soon? How are we supposed to go anywhere in this state?"

"We could break it," Sylus suggests as though it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"This isn't the time for joking around." I try to elbow him in the ribs, but he catches my wrist. His free arm wraps around me, pulling me so tight against him that my cheeks grow hot.

"Why do you think I'm joking?" he teases.

"Because you know full well this thing can't be broken."

"We managed it once."

"When?" I try to remember what he means, but I'm so aware of him that I'm having trouble thinking of much past how good he feels against me. When he leans in closer to speak, I can smell his masculine shampoo.

"Your visit to the symposium," he reminds me, his voice softening into a seductive rumble. "We just need to recreate the scenario from last time. Though, there isn't a closet here that can accommodate such vigorous pursuits."

I have absolutely nothing intelligent to contribute to this discussion anymore, especially with how close his mouth is to mine. My hand clenches against his chest, pulling in a wad of his silken shirt. His deep vermillion gaze turns to velvet burgundy, his pupils widening as his attention snags on my lips. He leans in even closer, and just as our lips are about to touch, I breathe -

"Wait..."

He pauses, and I work to gather up my courage.

"There's something I need to know...before any of this goes any further..."

He watches me patiently, his eyes focused and intense.

"What are we to each other, Sylus?" He doesn't answer right away, so I keep going. "You said you love me. What does that mean to you?"

He looks at me long and hard. I can't read him at all, and I start to flounder in my insecurity. Finally, he speaks.

"I believe, kitten, that I'm not the one you should be asking all this." The back of his hand strokes my cheek. "Did you not also tell me you loved me?"

"I do," I say without a trace of hesitation.

The corner of his mouth turns upward, but his smile is strained. There's a faint line between the wings of his eyebrows. It's an expression I've only seen on his face once before when I was injured. There's a sudden bitterness buried deep within his eyes.

"Then, what are we to each other?" he asks.

I scramble to answer him as he throws my own question right back at me. Hang on just a darn minute. How did the tables turn so quickly? He's the one that's supposed to answer that, not me. I know what I want out of this --

The realization hits me like a thunderbolt, and I flinch away from the pain and confusion of it.

I don't know. I have no idea. I'm asking him right now because I want him to bear the burden of that decision. I can hear the excuses in my mind now, things I might have said if our forbidden relationship was suddenly discovered.

He led and I followed.

He seduced me.

I just went with it.

All of those are a weakling's way out. Yet, up until a moment ago, I was using them to justify my own indecision all this time.

Oh, God. Am I that much of a coward?

"It...It isn't up to me..." I say, trailing off at the last part.

He looks right through me, right into my heart. It's like he can see every hidden corner. Every doubt. Every insecurity.

"And why not? I think of the two of us, you are the one most bothered by labels and identities. It doesn't matter to me who you work for or even the form you choose to take. To me, you are simply Ellara." The pad of his thumb traces my lower lip. If it's possible, his voice softens even further. "It has always been and will always be so."

I love him.

I adore him.

There's absolutely no doubt of that.

He's everything.

But, he's also the leader of Onychinus. Can I...am I allowed to be that selfish?

The Linkage tightens mercilessly at that thought.

"Sylus, I...I..."

A sudden violent wind picks up around us, forcing me to squeeze my eyes shut against its intensity. My Evol stirs to life, seeking out a nearby font of Metaflux. The dagger in my Linked hand begins to burn at my skin. I try to drop it, but my fingers won't listen. The strong smell of fresh grass and wilderness fills my lungs. It's a stark contrast to the N109 Zone's terminally stale air.

I can't see anything except a blinding whiteness.

Strong arms hold me steady and familiar lips press against my cheek.

"If this is the question you must answer for yourself, then we will find the truth together."

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