#love and deepspace mephisto

[solongluci]

Mephisto and MC always being at each other’s throats is one of the best things ever

[memephi]

I think it's generally accepted (not sure if its been confirmed by the lore) that Mephisto was most likely a pet Sylus had that died or was turned mechanical.

But sometimes i imagine a monster.

Sylus talked about being lost in the desert, whether he was actually confronted by gods or Wanderers, he attributes a part of his strength to whatever happened to him. (This can also apply to what he could've went through after he and MC got separated.)

Sometimes i imagine that that monster was what was left of his dragon self, an uncontrollable beast he had turned to one way or another in his past lives.

Feathers or scales. Teeth or a sharp beek. I imagine the shadow of Sylus's inner most darkness manifesting and threatening to consume him whole.

But what if, in this lifetime, he conquered it instead?

Not accepted. Conquered.

Instead of being consumed, he took the reins, bending what was left of his curse to his will, making sure to never allow it to harm the one person he held close to his heart.

Then, after conquering it, it took the form of a little crow, one at Sylus’s beck and call.

He'd turned that monster into a loyal companion that would serve him well, and never threaten the safety of his other half ever again.

Maybe that's why things worked out so differently this time. Because he didn't reject the monster.

Just like how MC didn't reject him when he was the "monster".

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some thoughts I wanted to share. i know it probably conflicts with some existing lore, i just wanted to express the thoughts and feelings i had, especially after the Death and Rebirth update : D

[misshunterlads]

Your honor I love him and our bird son.

[sayangrafayel]

Crow family Pt. MC moved in to the N-109 Mansion but she's still skeptical

MC: This is a terrible environment.

Sylus: Well I wouldn’t call it terrible, per se.

MC: We’re surrounded by criminals, there's a stalker mechanic crow patrolling all the time, and you can hear the faint sound of someone screaming through all the vents!

Kieran: That’s Luke. His arm is stuck in a pneumatic tube. It’s hilarious!

[starmocha]

I adore Mephie chilling on top of MC's head 🥹

[iizstrange]

Mephisto making Sylus sign a prenup

[thisgirlwhomustnotbenamed]

[marked-by-sylus]

Snuggly little crow 💖

[hitoshitoshi]

The Incident That Somehow Made Sylus' Childhood Exponentially Worse

(or Sylus' Biggest Failure and Regret)

Summary: Why Sylus created his silly little mechanical crow, Mephisto. The who, what, where, when, why's and how's. A look into Sylus' Childhood. Tags: Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Loss, Animal Death, Grief, Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Timeskip, Ambition, Semi-obsession, Loneliness, Loyalty, Unconditional love, Bittersweet ending.

The stench of grime, sweat, and dispair was a familiar comfort when he compared it to the throbbing ache in his chest. Every ragged breath Sylus took scraped his raw throat as he looked left and right as tried to find cover in of N109's underbelly. Sylus huddled deeper into the into the shadowed alcove as he tucked the small and shivering crow closer to his chest, desperately trying to share his meager body heat. It wasn't supposed to be like this. A crow was supposed to be strong and resilient—not this... fragile thing that grew weaker by the day.

Sylus didn't know that to do, how to help. One day, the crow, his shadow, his best friend and parter, the only constant in Sylus' life, was soaring though the smog-choked sky; the next, the crow struggled to even lift his head.

Fear— cold and unfamiliar—had seeped into Sylus' young heart. He thought he'd felt fear before but this... no, this was true fear. It was a terrifying counterpoint to the anger and bitterness that he'd nurtured for so long. He scavaged for scraps, even resorting to begging—him, begging—for something, anything, that might ease his companion's pain.

But Mephisto, whose sleek feathers had now becomed dull and ruffled, only grew weaker. The once-vibrant eye that mirrored the fiery defiance in Sylus' own, had dimmed. Each shallow breath the crow took echoed in the hollow space that grew inside of Sylus—a void that threatened to consume him.

And then, there was stillness. A silence so profound that it screamed. Mephisto was gone. And Sylus was alone.

Guilt etched itself onto Sylus' soul. He hadn't understood what it meant, truly, until now. He hadn't known the fe frailty of life, of how there was a miniscule life between existing and fading away. He didn't have anyone that was close enough to call them friends or family—but he had the crow, but not anymore. That black creature who'd shown him loyalty in a world rife with betrayal was his friend, family—hell, he'd even call the crow his soulmate—Sylus couldn't save him, he didn't know how to. Sylus couldn't bring his crow back. The weight of his failure settled deep within his bones, a vow to never be that powerless, that ignorant, ever again.

Years passed, filled with the struggle for survival, with hardening resolve, the string of loss was a dull ache that never quite seemed to fade. Sylus would never ever be that helpless again.

One day, in a dusty, forgotten corner of a rundown library, Sylus stumbled upon a word that would set his plan into motion—his plan to build some sort of tribute of the crow— a reminder of his vow—to never be powerless and to never lose what he held dear ever again.

"Mephisto," It practically leaped off the tattered page. Sylus' fingers, calloused and scarred, traced the letters, echoing the way he used to stroke the crow's head. The definition below—"a devil.. to whom Faust... sells his soul for knowledge and power"— resondated to Sylus. Knowledge. Power. He could have both. H would become someone new, someone in control, untouchable by grief and regret.

Sylus hadn't ever named the crow because he knew that he would get attached to it, but alas—the crow, even nameless, had woven his way into Sylus' soul. So the least that Sylus could do for that soul that kept him going was to give him a name; Mephisto.

Sylus found an abandoned warehouse with broken windows and wals that were riddled with graffiti. But for Sylus, this place was a blank canvas. This was going to be his workshop. The air hung thick with the metallic tang of solder and the frustrated energy that pulsed off him in waves as he worked. He pushed himself to the very edge of his limits, each burn, each growl, fueled his determination to create Mephisto, down to the last detail.

Sylus poured over old sketches, their edges softened with time and tear stains that refused to fade. Hours bled into days spent hunched over curcuit boards, meticulously weaving together wires. The air buzzed, crackled, and popped—Sylus was desperate to bring those memories back to life.

The day Sylus had finally finished, exhaustion clung to him like second skin. His eyes were bloodshot and he had dark eyebags and dull skin. But when Mephisto 2.0 spread its wings, gears whirring, a triumphant grin split Sylus' face. He had done it. He'd brought him back.

But the triumph was short-lived. It looked like Mephisto. Sounded like Mephisto. Acted like mephisto But it wasn't him. This Mephisto was cold, made of metal and wire, lacking the spark, the warmth, the life that had animated his best friend. There would be no gentle weight settling on Sylus' shoulder, no soft caress of feathers against his cheek, no more sharing scavenged meals, no more sharing eachother's warmth on freezing nights, no more comforting caws lulling Sylus to sleep at night. This Mephisto was a hollow echo, a constant reminder of what he had lost—of what he could never bring back. And it was all his fault.

Sylus traced a finger along the smooth metal of the crow's wing, the chill seeping into his bones. A bitter truth settled in his gut, a painful lesson was learned—some wounds, even time couldn't heal. Some voids could never be filled. Mephisto 2.0, was going to be a reminder of his biggest failure and his biggest regret.

This was Sylus' burden to bear. His alone. The world would see a ruthless leader, a master strategist, wielding his mechanical crow to spy on his pray. They would see power and control over his dominion. But what the people in the N109 Zone would never see would be the constant ache in Sylus' chest, the phantom weight of feathers on his shoulders, the whispers of what could have been. Sylus would wear his mask well—Sylus was the leader of Onychinus, immune to all pain and grief. And loss.

A/N: Just something silly that I came up with at 3 A.M. Sylus and his most loyal companion. I like pain and suffering if you haven't already known that. Also this is the revised version of a post I deleted earlier because I wasn't satified with it. My inspo was book 6 of TWST.

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[love-and-deepspace-wiki]

Random Facts: Sylus

Mephisto's New Years Dress:

In Sylus' Linkon New Year video call, he mentions a New Years gift the protagonist had sent to the base for Mephisto. When Sylus opened it, he found a red dress with white lace trim. Sylus dutifully put the dress on Mephisto, but warned the protaganist that the dress might be in danger because Mephisto was "beginning to struggle".

(I couldn't resist, so please enjoy the doodle of Mephisto in his cute lil dress 🤣)

[obbystars]

MEPHISTO

[tumbling-through-deepspace]

50 pulls already and haven't gotten anything but 2 five-star cards that I ALREADY have! I'm too tired and under the weather to stay frustrated.

I've already lost motivation to pursue getting my husbands. To me, Infold is making it harder and harder for players like myself (who can't make purchases) to get new cards.

My boss is angry on my behalf and told me he'll send me on vacation.

[memephi]

Pictured: Fat Mephisto, succumbing to temptation and it wasn't even worth it

He thought the gummy bear was a shiny trinket

[crimsonbloomss]

fixed up my mc's appearance a little more to match mine and??

[sayangrafayel]

Sylus: Oh, so when crows like Mephisto remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, it's “intelligent” and “really cool”

Sylus: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”

[starmocha]

Why are you letting Mephie fight pigeons all the time tf 😭😭😭