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Mark of The Fiend

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What's your favourite horror story?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe it is Sylus who literally thinks through every possible route and outcome because of his lifestyle. Because otherwise, he would not be where he is. If he doesn't then he is risking his position at the top and would be vulnerable; susceptible to attacks. And yet despite this aspect of him being so ingrained in his head, he never once thought that his literal soulmate would forget him— consequently, how to love him when she was the one who taught him love and humanity.

When you can see the anguish crossing his features, constricting his lungs and plaguing his mind. Sylus who was so prepared to reunite with his dearest love with hopes of a better life together, only to have his heart crushed. Only to be reminded again when someone else confirmed what he desperately wished was not the truth. Then having to start from scratch with the little knowledge of companionship taught by the very person who does not remember.

And he thinks to himself; how has love blinded him so, that did he not expect such a possibility about the one he lives for?

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Why is my rambling my most popular post LMAO??

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Imagine being Sylus's wife. Him putting a ring on it so you can be domestic with him in every way possible. Don't say you wouldn't learn how to take care of Sylus's weapons. How to care for his vinyl records so you can look after his collections while he's away. That you wouldn't learn Mephisto's mechanics so you can help with the maintenance of your little crow child. Even learning about motorcycles and cars for Sylus too.

Perhaps you would be up at 3am baking for him in his clothes. Learn about classical music and how to dance along to it so you can surprise him with a dance in the kitchen while you wait for cupcakes to cool. Push through the queasiness so you know how to treat wounds for him when his Evol has been working overdrive and can't heal him anymore. Kiss his hands every night and caress them to remind him that beneath it all— past the violence forced onto his shoulders— he is more human than the ones who call him a fiend.

Push your body to its limits just so Sylus can take a break. So that when it's his turn to crumble you can embrace every weight. And he would hate for you to see him in such a state— hate to be your burden— but how could he argue when all you want is for him to rely on you? Take on the cleaning; endure hours of bandaging wounds; look after his family; if that means he can, for once, have a little bit of peace. To be gentle for him if that's what he needs. To be his solace.

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I know Sylus said he wears sunglasses to “avoid eye contact with insignificant people”. But aside from that and the obvious dislike of sunlight, what if another reason is because his eyes are the most expressive part of him and he knows. Like, think about it. He can control his body language so well, yet his face— especially his eyes— always betray him no matter how hard he tries. So he uses sunglasses to hide this vulnerability.

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I had something planned to write out but here I am slapped with another exam coming up. And being sick. Again.

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Pairings: Dragon!sylus x reader

Notes: sorry for dying I’m back now, I got sick, and I hate this respectfully I will write a better piece once I’m feeling better.

Warning: mentions of dead deers, Beast!Sylus.

The first time you saw Sylus, you thought you were going to die.

Not because he attacked you. No—he stood still at the edge of the clearing, wings half-folded, steam rising from his nostrils. His skin shimmered like obsidian, black horns curving back over a crown of tangled white hair. He was… massive. Nearly seven or more feet of muscle, talons, and silent, menacing power.

He approached one day while you were outside, picking some carrots from your little farm outside of your cottage house.

And he dropped a dead deer at your feet.

Just—thump. Right there. Legs curled awkwardly, neck broken, but it was still warm.

You stood frozen, eyes flicking from the deer to the dragon-man and back again. He said nothing. Just stared, red eyes unblinking, tail twitching like he was waiting for something.

“…Do you… want me to cook it?” you asked weakly.

He blinked. Once. Then turned and vanished into the trees.

The second time, it was gold.

He didn’t make a sound at dawn. You just stepped out of your cottage one morning and there it was: a heap of raw gold nuggets and coins, like someone robbed an entire mountain.

You stood on the porch with your tea, staring at the glittering pile and blinking hard.

“…Is this a trap? Or maybe—maybe the forest spirits finally accepted my offerings of mushroom stew.”

You knelt down to inspect the coins. They were ancient. Some of them had runes you didn’t recognize. One had a dragon engraved on it. You poked it.

A low growl rumbled behind you.

You jumped, turning to find him again—towering, hulking, silent. Red eyes fixed on you.

“You again?” you whispered. “Okay, this is… this is getting a little weird.”

He stepped closer. You backed up.

“Did you lose this?” you asked, pointing at the gold. You knew how much dragons like treasures or shiny things, and getting barbecued by a dragon was not on your to do list this morning. “I can… help you carry it back?”

He stared. Then, slowly, he said, “Take it.”

You hesitated. “I mean, I guess I could keep a few—”

His wings twitched. “Take it.”

“…Okay.”

You picked up one coin.

He exhaled hard through his nose, clearly unimpressed. With a frustrated snort, he turned and walked off again, stomping like the very earth offended him.

The third time it happened, it was rocks—shiny ones. Polished quartz, opal, raw moonstone, the kind of stones that sparkled like water under moonlight. You found them lined across your windowsill one morning, arranged carefully as if someone had studied where the light hit best.

You sighed, fingers brushing over the smooth surfaces

“This again…”

The forest was silent behind you—but not for long.

A rustle. Then heavy, deliberate footsteps. Heat crawled up your spine before you even turned.

And there he was.

Sylus.

Towering, wings partially unfurled, horns gleaming in the dappled light. White hair tangled from wind and weather. Red eyes, burning like coals, locked on you.

He stood still. Staring.

You stared back, heart stuttering in your chest. “You again…”

He didn’t speak, not at first. He just nodded to the rocks with a barely perceptible tilt of his head.

“You brought these?” you asked, voice unsure.

He exhaled heavily, a deep sound from the pit of his chest. Then, in that low, growling voice, he said,

“Take them.”

You hesitated, brows furrowing. “They’re… beautiful, but why do you keep bringing me things? The deer, the gold, now these—”

“You not… understand?” he asked slowly.

You scratched the back of your head, awkward. “Understand what?”

He stared at you, expression unreadable, and then sighed—deeply. He looked down, broad shoulders slumping just a bit. Like a man who had tried very hard to follow the sacred rites of his kind and was now at the end of his rope.

Was he really this doomed?

“You are human,” he muttered. “But… pretty.”

Your cheeks flushed. “Um… thanks?”

He looked up again, eyes intense. “Good scent. Good eyes. I like your laugh.”

That only made it worse. Your heart kicked up in your chest.

“I brought prey. I brought gold. I brought treasure. I make nest warm. You live in it. You eat. You make funny noises when happy.” He stepped closer, voice rough, sincere. “I protect you. I fly over your roof at night. I scent-mark the trees so no male gets close.”

“You… what?”

He blinked once. “You are my mate.”

You froze.

“M-Mate?”

“Yes.”

Your lips parted, but no sound came out. A hundred things crashed into each other in your brain. The gifts. The constant watching. The deer. The way he always appeared when you left your cabin too far behind.

“Wait,” you said softly. “The deer was… a courtship gift?”

He nodded.

“And the gold?”

“A dowry.”

“…The rocks?”

“For your nest.”

“…Oh my god,” you whispered. “I’ve been accidentally accepting your… your dragon proposal this whole time.”

His tail flicked. “Yes.”

You groaned, covering your face. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“I am dragon,” he said, almost stubborn. “I bring gifts. You are meant to understand.”

You peeked at him between your fingers. “Well, we’re very different, because I just thought I was being haunted by a very generous forest spirit.”

His nostrils flared. “I am not a spirit. I am Sylus. And I chose you.”

Your chest tightened at how… earnest he sounded. There was no guile, no smooth charm. Just raw, beast-like devotion. He’d been courting you the only way he knew how. And you’d been accepting everything without a clue.

“You said I’m your mate,” you said carefully. “But what if I don’t feel… ready for that?”

His eyes flickered. “Then I wait.”

You blinked.

“I do not take,” he said. “I give. Always. Until you give back.”

You stared up at him. “Even if it takes years for me?”

“I live long. I can wait.”

Your heart felt too big for your chest.

Then you reached out—slow, cautious, and brushed your fingers over the back of his hand.

His breath caught.

“…I’m not saying yes,” you whispered. “But I’m not saying no.”

His wings twitched slightly, his tail curling around your porch like a barrier. You half expected him to roar or make some triumphant noise, but instead He lowered his head to your hand, and pressed his warm, scaly forehead to your palm.

A growl, low and soft, rumbled from his throat.

It sounded like a purr.

Weeks later…

You sat on your porch, legs tucked under you, a blanket over your lap. The shiny stones had been arranged into a little circle beside you. A bowl of soup sat nearby.

A shadow passed overhead, followed by a familiar gust of heat and wind.

Sylus landed quietly for someone his size. He approached slowly, claws tapping the wood.

“You are back” you smiled.

You reached into your pocket and pulled out something small—clumsy, handmade. A necklace you’d woven with leather cord, threaded with one of the moonstones he’d brought.

You held it out, and he stared, surprised.

“You said dragons give. But I want to give something too.”

He took it, slowly, like he thought it might disappear. His claw curled around it carefully.

Then, with deep reverence, he tied it around one of his horns.

“I will never remove it,” he said.

You laughed softly and leaned back against his warm side as he sat beside you.

You still weren’t sure where this path would lead.

But he was warm. Loyal. Fierce.

And most of all, he waited for you.

You looked up at the stars and smiled.

“…Maybe being with you wouldn’t be so bad.”

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Evol is Love per the established laws of this in MLQC the original otome where LADS is inspired from. But there evolvers are genetically different so there's a lot of science stuff. Will be fun to see how much of MLQC crosses over to Deepspace

OH that's so fun to know! At least my rambling isn't completely wrong. I think? I never played MLQC (or have any knowledge of the game, for that matter). I would really like to see the similarities and differences of the concept. Although I'm not big on science stuff, I find it interesting.

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DID YOU... Call me out. 😭��� I JUST checked my notifs and it was right after I analyzed Sylus's resonance with us.

my hc is that Sylus doesn’t believe that a single word like love or i love you is enough to convey even a fraction of what he feels. it’s too small, too limited. his emotions are so vast, so overwhelming to be boxed into simple phrases.

that’s why he speaks the way he does, why every compliment or casual reassurance sounds like poetry. it’s simply the only way he knows how to express something that words could never fully hold.

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Hear me out, bear with me for a second. I have been out the whole day so I DEFINITELY do not make sense and I am delusional + overthinking. Very far-fetched idea, I think.

I need you to agree that Evol = Love for the sake of this post.

I know Sylus's evol comes from his draconic powers in his past life but I'm unsure what it's supposed to represent. Energy. It can be taken as life— MC bringing life into his world. Or that, since energy cannot be destroyed and can only be converted from one form to another, MC brought changed into his life.

AUGH. MC could resonate her evol (basically, reciprocate love) just fine with the other LIs. But with Sylus, she couldn't do that at all. Sylus could not ferl her love. DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW GUT WRENCHING THAT IS TO ME?

But but but—

He could feel a trace of her evol. VERY faintly and he said it was weak. Something along the lines of “...your evol's been reduced to this.” I can't really remember (note: I am too lazy to reread Long Awaited Revelry again). And when he recognized that MC was, in fact, his literal soulmate, you can see a slight upturn of his lips. Barely there smile.

And MC's first instinct after Sylus forced her to pull the trigger is to put her hands over the gunshot wound like she did when she stabbed Dragon!Sylus. Even when she had every intention of killing him; hatred formed from the assumption that he had killed her only family and wanted to avenge them. MC didn't know, but her soul did and it wanted to save her dragon.

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You're going to be sick of me when that card drops. I need to yap about it SO BAD.

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I'M IN PUBLIC LMAO. You're killing me out here 💔 AUGH he's so beautiful don't you agree? Thank you for the tag, you're amazing.

── 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞.

Sylus towers above her, a grin tugs at his lips as he adores the sight beneath him: His fingertips press gently into her cheeks until her pout becomes irresistible. “So pretty,” he murmurs, with a tone dusted in mock and adoration alike.

His grin widens when her eyes roll in faux annoyance. The tension between them is undeniable, and yet, she still puts on her tough act.

Sylus's lips brush along her jaw, the tip of his nose nudging her cheek, seeking affection from the only one that can soothe his desires. "You’re a dream," he breathes against her throat, in a tone dripping with honey, "a sweet, bratty little dream that knows exactly how to drive me insane." And she does—with the way she displays herself for him, how she dares him to break, even when she’s the one falling apart beneath his fingertips.

When their mouths finally meet, it's messy, urgent, starved. Sylus drinks her in like a man parched, his hands greedy to discover every curve of her. "You drive me insane," he admits between kisses, "every time you look at me like I’m yours to play with."

She bites his lip in response, the teasing flick of her tongue not soothing in the slightest—it's quite the opposite.

“Say you need me,” Sylus whispers against her lips. She doesn’t. Not with words. Instead, her explorative touch resumes, her nails digging, dragging him closer until he can barely breathe. He doesn’t need to. Not when he’s drunk on her. She tastes like sin, like everything he’s ever wanted wrapped in lace and an attitude.

"I need you, Sylus," she whispers and Sylus feels about ready to combust, "I need you right now and all of the time, i want to make you only mine."

artist: @nykur0h (of course, I mean just look at the way she draws Sylus duh!! Thank you sooo much for having me again <3)

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Caleb version of the kiss meme.

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My first level 80 and awakened card!! I love him sm.

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Synopsis: Sometimes, when spending time with him, you feel like he owes you something. You decide to tell him about it one day.

Warnings: References to Sylus's Myth.

Author's note: Was gonna post this earlier but I got sick and my period hit me real bad LOL. Comments and reblogs are appreciated, enjoy! <3

You loved spending time with Sylus. It's the most fun you'll have, no matter how ridiculous your ideas may be. He always finds a way to make it work. With him, the word “limits” has erased itself from your dictionary. Instead, you ask yourself just how far Sylus is willing to go for your sake. But the answer is simple, really. His resources and time seem to be unending when you are the focal point of the picture. Ask for the moon, and he will bring back the stars along with it.

Even if the two of you aren't going out, choosing to stay in and bask in each other's company. These domestically intimate moments are just as— if not more— precious. Just like now. You've dragged Sylus into his bathroom, an assortment of skincare products you wanted to try already sitting on the sink countertop. Grabbing a tub of facial mask, you twist open the lid, scooping some of it with two fingers.

“Bend down. And close your eyes.” Your words come out more demanding than you wanted it to.

“My... So bossy, sweetie. No magic words to sweeten the deal?” But Sylus doesn't even try to act like he's reluctant to do so.

Spreading the clay mask on his face, you take the time to admire his features. Tracing your fingers along his strong eyebrows, down the bump of his nose, over his prominent cupid's bow lips. For someone not blessed by the gods, he sure looks like one. Sylus is the kind of beauty that makes artists weep. One that you cannot capture within a still painting, a muse no one has the skill to recreate. So devastatingly beautiful, it aches.

“Are you applying a mask, or sculpting my face, kitten?” The deep timber of Sylus's voice breaks you out of your trance.

Looking away, you place a finger on his lips.

“Shush. It's a clay mask, you'll crack it.”

He hates when you do that. Looking away from him, avoiding his eyes— pulling away from him. Sylus doesn't understand where he went wrong. You were perfectly fine up until recently. The growing distance of your bond claws at him. Did he do something? He wants to know, needs you to tell him how he can mend whatever damage he made. He could not live shunned in your silence or knowing he hurt you in some way.

How tempting it is to give in. To want to surrender and melt in your lover's embrace. Yet still, you look away. It's something you have felt since the two of you first met, back when Sylus still gazed at you with disdain. You never understood it. Why you were consumed by the need to devour him. Something that, for some inexplicable reason, you knew bone-deep that this desire is something only he can fulfill.

Two fingers; pointer and thumb, take your chin. Sylus tilts your face toward him. An emotion you could not decipher simmering in his brilliant, scarlet eyes. His brows furrow, lips opening and closing again. He wants to ask you— the questions on the tip of his tongue ready to spill out. But he doesn't know if that will scare you away more. So he hesitates, wondering if understanding your recent behaviour is out of his reach.

“...Sy? Can I tell you something?” You ask, a little unsure. You aren't stupid, the tension is clear. You know he wants answers. And you won't let him live in doubt of your relationship.

Sylus's eyes widen a fraction. Only for a split second before masking with his usual suaveness. You want to talk, that's good.

“Of course, sweetie. What is it?”

Reaching out, you cradle the right side of his face, thumb just below his right eye. You don't miss the way he shudders, gaze following your touch. His lips tremble when you begin to stroke your thumb on his cheek. Such a sensitive man, always so attuned to your touch. Like your warmth is a hearth, like your hands are a shelter from the cold. One of his hands cup your own, making you linger on his face.

“Lately... When I look at your right eye, it feels like I want it. It's scary. I don't want to hurt you. But something in me gnaws desperately to take from you like it belongs to me.” There. The full, honest truth.

Sylus is stunned. He expected anything else. A problem with him, something to change— about himself or otherwise. Perhaps even you wanting to leave him. But no. Sweet, lovely you. What you were so worried about is a centuries-old desire of yours. A desire for him that you couldn't understand. Albeit, you don't know that, yet it still brings him relief. It seems you are the same soul he fell in love with ages ago, even if you will never remember it.

He leans closer, palms now cradling your face. “Have I not taught you to be greedy with me? If you simply wanted more of me, just say that.”

Although Sylus yearns to tell you what this truly means, he understands that you wouldn't believe him. And that's okay. He will wait however long he needs to until you come to terms with yourself or remember your past. Rest assured that you will never be alone in your journey. Sylus will help you clear the path, guide you along the way even if it may be deceitful of him. He just wants his beloved to come back home.

“Don't you understand that all I am is yours? There is nothing you could do to hurt me if I allowed it in the first place. Take whatever you want from me— take me. I am nothing if not yours to love, entirely, my beloved.”

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Synopsis: Sylus tries. Really, he does. He never wants to be the cause of your terror. So he just bites his tongue and keeps his desires a secret.

Warnings: Yandere themes (I think this is self-explanatory and encompassing enough?)

Author's note: I suck at headcanons so this is like... A fic with a very choppy flow. Comments and reblogs are appreciated, enjoy! <3

Sylus understands that the way his organs twists for you is not normal. No, he does not have a good grasp of emotions when it comes to himself. The man has to be composed, heartless, due to the nature of his work. But is the violent thrumming of his heart a natural reaction? Could the desire to keep others away from his precious treasure— from you— be considered ordinary or instinct? He is struggling to tamp down the sinister ache.

No, it's not socially acceptable to want to pry open your chest cavity and shelter the love of your life in it. To have his ribs serve as your cage, keeping you close to his heart. Even as a means of providing you safety and comfort. Let you seek warmth and light sourced from him and not a fire. What could burn hotter, brighter than his own heart? And realistically, his body is the safest sanctuary for you. If it breaks, he will just heal himself.

Then there comes the part about other people. Sylus knows that social interaction and having friends is good for you, despite never needing those to survive. Yet he cannot help the way his eyes scrutinize the people you speak to. He knows all of them. Names, addresses, backgrounds. Any sliver of information he could find is catalogued. Not that he'd ever tell you though. He does not consider them to be threats, it's just useful to know.

He spoils you rotten— bathing you in opulence because he only wants the best for his prized jewel. This goes beyond just material things. Sylus knows you, better than anyone. Even yourself. It's as if he studied you for countless lifetimes, engraved your essence into his brain's labyrinth. He will provide what you need before you can even glance at him to ask, and you shall never want for anything. But he doesn't tell you that he also hopes his wealth is blinding enough so you will not see the twisted parts of his adoration.

Rarely does he ever consider anyone a real threat. Something that could get in-between your relationship and potentially tear it apart. Though on the occasions that he does, Sylus makes bloodlust seem like an art form. His torment is calculating, precise. Anyone who comes too close effectively loses everything they have. For those who touch your skin, they are made to endure their own flesh skinned off bone. The lucky ones face a quick withering by his evol, only if he is in a hurry to see you.

Worst of all is that Sylus is self-aware. That his actions and behaviour is the result of being so consumed by you. You devour nearly every waking thought and haunt his slumber; sweet and nightmarish alike. His love is obsession in its rawest form. A maddening poison rendering him defenseless against its cruel assault. Poor you, none the wiser to how much you affect him.