Oh no it’s nothing just what if MC/Yuu does help in the Diasomia arc and ends up falling asleep after saving everyone afterwards?
Like everyone wakes up and just sees Idia and Ortho panicking over you just laying there. Ace and Deuce probably run straight to you while everyone wakes up the teachers in a panic.
And then there’s Malleus.
Looking at your unconscious figure with a horrified expression.
STYX Headquarters: YO, GRANMAMA DRACONIA! COME GET YOUR BOY BECAUSE THE DIRECTOR IS ABOUT TO LAY HAM ON HIS FAE ASS!
This last update has me all sorts of ways but I couldn't help myself 🫠
In all seriousness though... Where the hell is Maleficia??? Why is no one from Briar Valley coming to help him? 💔
More Diasomnia Arc goes on, more I wanted to do an illustration with Malleus's Overbolt form inspired by one of Evylind Earle's Maleficent concept art for Maleficent and Sleeping Beauty. When I started to sketch some ideas, Part 4 has been released and... I wasn't expected so such angst, such much sadness. There was since the beginning of that Arc but... It's just... I cannot find the words. Certainly, with Idia, Malleus's Arc is and will one of the most saddess and emotional.
I think that the song To Edge of Night fits well with all of this...
While Malleus becoming that dangerous, dark Dragon-Fea Lord, like in old fairies tales, he try desperately to protect the lasts gleam of light... The ones of his family, friends and love ones... Even if the price to pay is that all in plunged in darkness and dream world...
"Through shadow, To the edge of night. Until the stars are all alight. Mist and shadow. Cloud and shade.
All shall fade. All shall... fade "
Lord of the Rings: the Return of the King, "To the Edge of Night", Howard Shore and Billy Boyd
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Before you read:gn!reader, reader is the mc, yandere malleus, overblot malleus, mentions of: blood/hemophobia, vomiting/emetophobia, death/Thanatophobia, overall slight-gore.
main navi.
Vocabulary:
diadem: a crown/tiara worn at the forehead
pedicle: the growth from which a horn sprouts
Mon cheri -> my dear/sweetheart(used as gender neutral)
Mon Amour -> my love(used as gender neutral)
Reference(s):
•The Oxalis or Oxalis corniculata flower is also called ‘sleeping beauty’
•The original fairytale ,‘Sleeping Beauty’ was written in France, during year 1528.
Words and characters: 857, 4723 respectively
Spoilers for chapter 7, part 36-37
Malleus watched as his unique magic, ‘fae of Maleficent’, spread throughout the campus. Everyone’s body fell on the ground, limp as if they were no longer alive. Well, everyone except you.
His maniacal laughter reflected off the walls that were covered in thorns from top to bottom, not long before black tainted his vision. After just a few seconds, standing there was no longer the prince of Briar Valley, but a monster covered with head to toe in blacks.
Blot splotches floated around him. Thorns, not unlike the ones created earlier, wrapped around his arms. A royal purple corset covered in wisteria thorns and belt adorned his waist, following a torn cape extending till the neck. A green fire rose from his right eye just like the others. Black marks that resembled a dragons were unfurled across his eyelids, one of them turning into a tear spilling from his left eye.
A simplistic and gothic diadem was placed on his forehead. Hair slicked back to reveal what seemed like the pedicle of his horns. The horns themselves were no longer pitch black, but were highlighted with green, the same shade that composed his flame. Yet the most noticeable and terrifying change was definitely in his tail. It no longer resembled a lizard or a dragon but a fork. It had three severely sharp ends, and was bigger than normal.
He closed his eyes as if he was relishing that moment. As if this situation was exactly what he dreamt about on daily, as if this was the freedom he was yearning for. Funny how he had never experienced freedom yet he somehow yearned for it, alas that’s a topic for another day.
As he opened his eyes, then immediately went towards your structure, frozen in fear. Your eyes displayed nothing but pure terror that increased as he took his time walking- well, floating up to you. You who were covered in thorns from head to toe. Their grip was powerful enough to make your strength seem like nothing but a mere, fragile Oxalis. They dug in your skin just enough for you to feel the pain but not enough to pierce through the skin. Only muffled screams were heard as he made his way.
The bile rose from your stomach, it felt as if it had reached your throat, begging for you to spill it all out. Your heartbeat was all over the place and your limbs were shaking terribly. The adrenaline flowing through your veins made everything more intense, for the better or worse.
Caught in your own thoughts you didn’t realize that he had walked up to you, till he had gently lifted your jaw so your eyes were focused on him and only him. He lifted his hand slightly as you closed your eyes expecting a hit of sorts. Much to your surprise, he placed his hand on your cheek, wiping your tears.
“My my, dear, you are trembling.” He said as he placed his idle hand on his chin as if he was pondering about something. On cue, the thorns around you disappeared with a flick of his wrist. Not expecting this, you threatened to fall face flat but luck was on your side today. Malleus caught your trembling, fragile form in his arms.
“Do not fret. This is nothing to be afraid of Mon Amour. If you surrender to slumber, thousands of years will fly by an instant.”
He gently lifted your chin so that you would be able to look up at him. And not long after, he slowly tilted your head.
Something about his actions at that moment felt so wrong, so scandalous, so corrupting.
“You will no longer remain pure, as you shall be tainted by I.”
He kissed you, his dark lipstick now stained your lips, the iron like taste of what you assumed to either be blot or his blood enveloped your senses. You did not want this, you should be panicking or-or trying to stop him or something! But your body just felt…numb. Numb throughout, no heat, no cold, no pain, no pleasure, no. Not even your blood flowing through your veins, or what was left of them. His grip on you was so hard, you could see crimson blood dripping down the hand he held your chin with. Yet, you didn’t feel it. The only thing you could feel or hear was your own heartbeat.
Until, the sound ever-so slowly and gradually stoped. You felt your eyes grow heavy simultaneously before you completely passed out. Malleus noticed this, opting to tenderly lay your head down on his chest. Now that you were asleep, he no longer had to worry about you prying away and running from him. Even though the chances of that happening were negligible, he still wanted to be a hundred percent sure.
“You will become the protagonists of your own story.” He said as he looked up at everyone in the room, before turning his gaze back to you. His fork-like tail then snaked up one of your legs as he whispered in your ear.
That's all (Name) felt as they waltz with strangers. It was endless, the music was never-ending, the same symphony would get quiet and then repeat.
Once it got quiet (Name) would hear humming.
(Name) got off the stranger, politely excusing themselves. (Name) walked around trying to find the source of the humming, it was quiet, but soothing.
(Name) went up stairs only to re-enter the ballroom they were just in, same with going down stairs. They always re-enter the same ballroom.
'This is getting stranger and stranger by the minute'. (Name) was lost, the humming wouldn't get louder or softer, it was consistent.
The symphony slowly picked back up where it started, 'how did I get here? Where am I' (Name) looked around, feeling dizzy by the guest waltzing around them, the spinning and laughter around them was endless.
"Mind if I steal this dance?"
(Name) looked up to the figure, 'he is enchanting'. Feeling heat rise to their face, they nodded.
The man chuckled, leading them to the center of the ballroom.
(Name) felt eyes grow on them, but the humming stopped, causing them to look around.
"Is everything alright my dear?"
(Name) looked at the man, "um, yes".
"Are you sure? You look so uncertain, are you nervous?". His smile was warm but felt so sinister.
(Name) rested their head on the man's chest as they danced, "Well, kinda. Where are we?".
The ceiling was endless as were all the rooms, the room stretched, what looked like hundreds of people dancing around the two.
(Name) looked closer at the man, his horns where decorated with lace covering his eyes, but oh was it his eyes that stood out the most. The envy green eyes that pierced their mind, their soul and swallowed them whole.
"Say, have we met before?"
He smiled at them, adoring thier curiosity, "Of course, once upon a dream".
"A dream?" (Name) was puzzled, when was the last time they dreamed? They felt like they were so busy, but they can't seem to remember anything before this dance.
"NAME!"
(Name) looked around, "did you hear that?".
"Hear what love?" The man hummed, humming, that irritable humming.
(Name) felt themselves getting angry, that humming was making their head hurt, "My name! That's my name! And your name... what is your name?".
"Names are very powerful, Little one, do you really wish to know my name?"
"Well, I think that I know you"
"NAME! WAKE UP!"
The whole room shook, dust falling on everyone, people around them were glitching, in and out of place.
"Wait, wake up? Am I in a dream? Sir, where are we?". (Name) tried to break away from the man, but was shoved back into his arms.
"It seems that we are being distributed". The man holds (Name)'s cheeks, rubbing them softly.
(Name) feel nauseous, worry crept up their spine, alarm bells ringing in their head, "I think I should be going sir".
"Oh no, we can't have that, shhhh. It's okay, just relax" The man picked up (Name), rocking them as if they were a baby.
The man softly hummed as he rocked (Name), the ballroom got dark, the music finally stopping.
"Shhh, it's okay (Name). I'll give us a better dream, where no one can disturb us". The man kissed the top of their head.
(Name) felt themselves relaxed, listening to the soft humming, their eyes slowly closing once last time.
Sorry! This was kinda rushed, I had to get this off my mind. I hope you enjoyed! Ask and request are always opened!