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Devotio of Ullir
Devotio of Kieran | part 2 | part 3
Phoenix's Submission | part 2
Miles's Mission | part 2
Luris's Lesson | part 2
Kai's Capture | part 2 (coming)
Danny's Darkness | part 2 | part 3
The first Devotee | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 @the-first-devotee
Today during PT, my Taekwondo skills drew more attention than I intended. Having earned my black belt long before setting foot on academy grounds, the instructor singled me out without hesitation, ordering me to demonstrate and then correct my platoon--hands-on, under scrutiny. I could feel the shift immediately: the air tighter, the stares lingering a second too long.
It turned out one of those stares belonged to a commander. I didn’t notice him at first--only the sudden silence when I finished.
I’ve since been summoned to his office next week. No reason given. No tone to read. Just an order, precise and unavoidable. I can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t about PT at all… and whatever he saw in me, he intends to explore further.
end of log.
My first few days at the academy proceeded in a satisfactory manner. The Academy runs less orderly than it seems from outside. One might even say it's chaotic or amateuristic. One thing I learned from this is that if you want to have order, you need to bring it yourself. It's our collective responsibility as cadets to bring structure to our units, and so it is our individual responsibility to build good habits to support that.
Kieran emerges again together with his two followers. More powerful than before and thus, more confident than before. The one thing on his mind? - Caspian.
"Caspian"
"Caspian"
"Find him, and tell him to meet me where we met" Kieran orders.
The two cadets, who formerly wouldn't be found alone on academy grounds, firmly split up and go to fulfill their new orders.
"Now I can tell Cas he doesn't need to protect me anymore." A sense of relief and glee falls over me.
"We could finally be.."
"I could finally.."
"erase"
My head spins a little. "erase"? Was that my voice? I am sure it was, but I didn't say that.
No need to think about it. I should head back home. To our real home. There's no more fitting place to...
"destroy"
"No!- surprise him"
I enter my town. The nostalgic streets and alleys we used to adventure around as kids surround me.
"I'm glad I found you before they found me"
I hear his voice. But where is he?
"I'm up here" Cas says from above.
I look back to see him seated calmly on top of one of the buildings we used to race past when we were little.
His sight, is a trigger for me. I feel power flow into me.
He's here. He's actually here! I can finally show him what I've done. Show him what I've become. Show him that he is no longer the only one that sets the rules. I can show him that I'm ready to take over and dominate. Lead like he had always done.
"Look at me now, Cas! I did it!" I burst out in joy. This is what I wanted to show him.
"You don't need to worry about me again."
"I didn't need your help! I didn't need you!" I smile. "I did it on my own!"
Cas, waits a second before he answers. "You sure did, Ki."
Hearing his praise is all I thought I ever needed. All I've been thinking about. All I could think about is him. Hearing is voice, being in his presence without the burning eyes of classmates, higher-ups and devotees. Here we can just be — Cas and Ki —just us as we have always been.
"I can keep up now, Cas!" I jolt out. "You won't have to leave me behind now, right Caspian?" I smile.
But Caspian doesn't respond.
He gets down from the building he had been watching me from and starts making his way towards me.
Slowly getting closer.
I hope and pray that this is the moment we can get back to how things were. I hope he will finally accept me. I hope he will finally join me.
"I am sorry Ki" Caspian says with a serious face.
"I should never have let you enlist with me, Ki. I'm sorry".
His words catch me off guard. Is he serious? What does any of that old stuff matter now? I am on his level now. He should just shut up and embrace me already. That idiot.
"I thought I could protect you by having you at the academy," Cas continues, "but my selfish decisions are paid for by your life."
He is still seeing me as something to protect, instead of his friend. He is thinking of me as a child, unworthy to stand by his side. As I process his words the joy I felt makes room for disappointment and rage.
"You won't leave me behind anymore, Cas" I say in a serious tone, "I can keep up now"
"I wish you would've stayed here, Ki. You could've lived a beautiful life here"
I let his words linger in my mind.
A beautiful life. How would my life be beautiful if it was a life without him? Everything I've done was just to get closer to him. To catch up to him. For him to finally accept me at his side, and not under him. And yet again he has different plans.
My head starts to spin.
I'm never enough for him.
It's always like this.
"Show him your power," I hear echoing in my mind, "he will have to accept you".
That's right. That's what I've came to do. Caspian is no longer the one making all the decision. I'll show him that I am powerful on my own.
He won't leave me alone in this town. He can't leave me behind here if there's no town to be left behind in. I'll destroy this town so he knows there's no going back to it.
I'll destroy it,
I'll destroy our town.
I'll erase it,
I'll erase our past.
Even more power flows through my body. So much I cannot contain it. I don't want to contain it anymore. I am letting it all out.
"I will not let you leave me behind anymore, Cas!"
With the release, rage fills my mind. It feels good to let the anger out. It clouds my mind and muddies my decisions, but it feels good. It feels good to tear it all down. I let it almost completely blind me, leaving just enough of my consciousness to only see Caspian and his approval. That's all I want to be aware of anyway — Caspian and my rage.
"Erase"
"Destroy"
"Caspian"
That's all I know and all I think about.
I barely noticed it, but it seems like Caspian had unsheathed his blade.
"In accordance with academy procedure, I will neutralize or if need be execute, the incompatible devotee." Caspian states.
Is he trying to fight me? Great! I'll show him the powers I've gained.
"I've got the power to best you now, Caspian. No longer will I be in your shadow! No longer will I be a nobody"
I've got to erase him. Yes! Then he'll know I'm strong enough for him.
The last thing I saw was Caspian swinging his blade before it all faded to black.
The last thing I saw was Cas.
"In the end it was still my fault. After all, he was my friend. Because he was my friend, I wanted him close to me. So I made him enlist with me and told him about the ritual. And because he was my friend I never wanted him so close he would get in danger"
"So I never told him everything about devotio..."
"...enough for him to forge his own fire..."
"...just not enough to not get consumed by the flames" - Excerpt from the journal of Cadet Caspian
As you stare at it, curiosity fills your mind, leaving no place for fear or rationality.
It tells you to bow, so you bow down for it showing your gratitude for being blessed by its presence.
It tells you to come closer so you approach him crawling on the forest floor closing the distance between you and it little by little. Every centimeter the distance between you and it shrinks, you think less and feel more of his warmth. The closer you get to it, the less you are able to resist.
It tells you to look at him. So you stare as he spreads its claws and its wings getting ready to latch onto you.
You were just going on a regular stroll in the valley forrest when you decided to wander further than you usually would.
The tick forest made it hard to navigate and soon you were lost.
You wandered until you found it. An ancient presence, the Guardian of the forest, had been slumbering in this forest for centuries, paintiently waiting for you to find it.
In the trunk of the boom tree, from the water and soil the tree feeds off and the vegetation fallen to the valley ground; a small new body is formed, like a pot is formed from clay and a bread is formed from dough.
Like bread, the body needs time before it's ready to be served. So, it waits, it incubates in a deep slumber. While it grows
And it grows
It grows and reaches a point where it does not longer fit the hole inside of the trunk of the tree. Sensing the boy is almost ready, black tendrils lift the body up and lift him out.
"Welcome to your paradise"
Moments later Danny opens his eyes.
It feels like he has been asleep for months.
Do I need to get to work today? What day is it?
Danny stands up and looks around him. Into this world he doesn't recognize his home or any other.
Wait, what work do I need to get to?
Danny's memories about his past life start to fade.
"Set forth" a voice echoes in his mind "go, walk"
He looks back at the tree trunk he found himself waken up at.
"stroll untill you find what you were looking for"
So Danny starts to walk.
Past the place he came from. Past the tree that held him.
At every step, more memories of his old life fade.
"My paradise?"
Danny doesn't know where he is, he doesn't know where he's going. All he knows is the starlight shining guiding him forward.
Moments pass as Danny keeps on walking.
Step by step is guided through the grassy landscape of hills and valleys. Up and down he goes.
No thoughts, just steps in the grass.
He makes his way up the next hill where he is welcomed by a change of scenery.
Familiar tentacles spread out all over the valley ground.
He stops for a second.
Is this what he was looking for?
The thought fades as he takes the next step, resuming his journey as if nothing had changed.
But walking through this black forest he felt a transformation starting to take place
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For now, here's my take on Danny being transported to the world of devotio
Danny's Darkness - 1
a story about @asianboydanny (Danny)
Asian boy Danny, or just Danny, is a 29 year old boy in the UK. He is just a regular guy, outside of his office he likes to spend time with his mostly guy friends and eat out with family.
Nobody knows that when the night falls he likes to engage in his fantasies about transformation, mind control and jock boys.
When he scrolls his phone he likes to imagine himself as one of the cadets, undergoing a drastic transformation.
He dreams of being taken over by a powerful man or entity who will move him to transform his mind and body.
As he interacts, the fantasies he reads about start the feel more and more like the real version of him, the lines between reality and fantasy start to blur.
Even so that the body in his room feels like it's not even his, but just a vessel up for grabs. While Danny lives life in another world
As he continues to scroll and interact he finds he doesn't even register scrolling and liking the posts he reads. It is as if his fingers are on auto-pilot, being controlled by a spirit in the air.
It's getting late, but Danny doesn't stop scrolling. Every new post gives him a rush of satisfaction. This is his life, this is what he wants to live.
Hour pass, the darkness grows. Danny is still online in his fantasy world, despite his body being deprived of sleep.
As he scrolls he eventually falls in a deep deep trance. His mind is giving in, his body ready for transportation.
He sends one more like before he completely blacks out. The world turns black.
While unconscious, warm tendrils reach out and cover him. Danny is encapsulated within his deepest desires. Sealed off from the outside world.
Many more hours pass, but all Danny feels and sees is warm pulsing darkness. The darkness that lurked within him, comforting him in his slumber, finally in control.
A follower story about @chavkai ft. Miles @polo-drone-026 // A continuation of "Miles's Mission"
For as long as he remembers, Kai had felt the calling of the academy. He always wanted to be a part of the uniformed cadets matching around and serve his nation. Today however, everything changed.
Today he failed his entrance exam for the third time. And after begging for another chance he was told to wait all alone in dark corner of the academy.
When a cadet came in he was questioned and then...
Kai doesn't quite know what the cadet tried to do to him.
His head filled with a thousand voices, both familiar and unfamiliar to him, telling how he was a failure. How he shouldn't even had thought about dreaming about enrolling at the academy.
He ran away, but the cadet forcing the voices inside his head tried to follow him.
Still on the run, Kai finds himself in an alleyway in the town right outside the academy.
Just one more corner and he should be out of sight, out of danger.
I turn the corner. Did I escape?
I slow my pace to not attract more attention to me then needed and I slow my breathing.
Cadets are not allowed to leave academy grounds until their 3th year, so here I should be safe.
Yet a strong force was approaching quick.
Step.
Step.
Step.
I hear the footsteps coming approaching me. I look up to see the very same cadet I was running away from, calmly walking straight towards me.
How can he be here? He shouldn't be allowed to leave the academy? And how did he get here so quick?
Step.
Step.
Step.
"Stop running Kai. This is much easier if you just listen."
Step.
Step.
Step.
As the cadet approaches he starts to speak, "I've let you get away once, but now you have no where to run to Kai".
The cadet aims for me. Red smoke fills the space around my feet. Forming chains.
Oh no. I need to run now before he..
...I look at the man in front of me. He embodies everything I once wanted to be. Shit! Where did things go wrong?
I decide to fight. Just this once.
I leap forward aiming to tackle him right there. But the smoke has spread too far. The chains hold me out of reach of the cadet I face.
The chains stop my momentum, drain my energy, restrict my movement.
"Finally found your fighting spirit again?" The cadet smiles.
A follower story about @lurisyt (Luris) ft. @polo-drone-026 (Miles)
While trying on the uniform of my roommate, I got overwhelmed by the feeling it gave me. I lost track of time and before I knew it my roommate, Miles caught me wearing his uniform — or so I thought.
"You thought that was my uniform? How cute. You're such a naive little toy." Miles closes the door behind him and makes his way towards me. "Did you miss me that much? Couldn't do without our daily training sessions that you developed thoughts of your own?"
I stumble back. Training sessions? I remember Miles and I did daily check-ins when we first met. But except for the first few cannot actually remember what we discussed. Just that they made relax and brought comfort.
"I asked you a question, nerd!" Miles spouts out.
I stare at my roommate standing in front of me. Despite me being taller than him, he is the one that is soacking up all the air in the room.
Has he always been this dominant? How does he hold such power over me? It feels as if my body instinctively wants to get down and kneel before him.
Miles sighs, "It's a shame I have to give up such a good toy, it was useful having such an obedient little nerd like you providing me cover."
I mumble, "Be your cover?" too stunned to say anything else.
"Don't worry little Luris" He holds my face between his hands and looks deep into my eyes. "I'm sure that Sir has seen a purpose for you".
I look back at his face, staring into Miles his eyes. It is like he is a completely different person, from just a couple of days ago. What happened while he was gone?
"Oh well, since you already look the part, I might as well use you as practice. It might have been His intention even." Miles Continues. "One more training session before I hand you over to Sir."
Miles snaps his fingers, "Sleep!".
My mind goes blank as I follow his orders.
While asleep, I automatically recite the mantra Miles had taught me; "I do not think. I do not move. I am just an obedient little toy, and good toys listen to your words"
"Good toy." Miles smiles. "Now repeat after me, just like usual,"
"I am an obedient little nerd."
"Because I am a little nerd, I study hard."
"When I study hard, I get good grades."
"Getting good grades makes me a good toy."
"Good toys are obedient"
"and obedience is pleasure."
I repeat the words my roommate has been installing in my head ever since I first caught him sneaking out, breaking curfew.
"I am an obedient little nerd..."
"... and obedience is pleasure"
"Good toy!" I hear the excitement in Miles tone. "I am going to miss playing with you like this! Now for the important part, again, repeat after me:"
"I am an obedient little nerd."
"I don't ask, about the actions of my roommate"
"I don't tell, about the actions of my roommate."
"The actions of my roommate are of no concern to me."
"My only concern is getting good grades and being obedient,"
"because good toys are obedient"
"and obedience is pleasure."
I am so focussed on repeating the words he says that I didn't notice that Miles moved across the room to grab something from under his bed.
I repeat his words.
"I don't ask ... I don't tell ..."
"...because good toys are obedient"
"and obedience is pleasure."
The stress and worries I felt before have completely vanished. I don't remember what I was even supposed to be worried about. I am just an obedient little nerd. And Miles made me a toy, for him to practice on.
"You are a prestine toy Luris!" Miles smiles and lifts the object he retrieved from under his bed, in front of my face. "As a reward for always being such a good toy, I offer you this. Put this over your head and you'll soon learn the truth."
I take on the offer and pull the object over my head.
"It was a pleasure having you as a toy Luris" Miles says as he fixes the object in place. "It is a shame that it has to end."
With the object now fixed to my head, every breath I take is now, even more than before, filled with the smell of the leathers I'm wearing. Making my head spin and starting to push whatever remains of my consciousness away.
"I need to request new orders from Sir. You stay here and repeat our mantra until I get back, Luris"
"I do not think...", I start to recite
"And Luris," Miles says, "if we get you fully assimilated, I hope that rather than being a toy or just a roommate maybe..."
I couldn't hear the end of his sentence as the object he made me cover my head with has fully taken over my consciousness. All fades to black as the last thing I hear are the words of the mantra leaving my mouth
"I do not think"
"I do not move"
"I am an obedient little toy"
"..."
As Luris's body stands frozen repeating these words, Miles sighs, "Those are the words Sir originally used to install His purpose into me. He must have known this would eventually happen if I shared His words with my roommate."
Miles starts heading for the door saying his last words to his now unconscious roommate
The day is nearing its end, as Cadet Luris is working on his studies in his barracks room. He is set to make it to captain in no time if only he would focus more on his physical training. His grades are the top of his class, but his physical performance lacks behind. Despite this, he spends his time after class studying for hours and hours rather than getting strong like his peers.
I look outside my window. The sun is about to set. Most days I would spend time with my roommate, but as of late he has been gone for longer. I haven't seen him since yesterday, which must mean he has broken curfew again.
I wonder if he made it to his classes.
I sigh. Why does he occupy my mind like this? It's not like we are really friends. We just -- have a deal-- of some sorts.
Some nights he comes back late exhausted and bruised. He said he had been to "work". Although, no cadet has a job besides his studies, I choose to believe him.
It wouldn't be strange to suspect he is collaborating with a rebellion spy. But that's not the case. Or at least, I don't want that to be the case.
I might be a top contender on the academic parts of our studies, but when it comes to leadership and strength, I fall at the bottom of the pecking order. Meat heads and devotees at the academy are a daily threat to me. Only with my roommate, Miles, I somehow feel safe. So I don't question him.
But now he is not here.
I walk to his bedside looking for a clue and stop to look at the uniform laying on his bed.
I kneel down beside his bed and put my hands on his clothes. Letting my fingers glide over the leather pads feeling the friction I wonder what work could possibly require such an alteration of his uniform.
"His work clothes" — I whisper.
I lift up the pile off his bed and softly press my face into his leathers. I take a deep breath in, letting the sharp smell of his uniform fill my lungs. The smell reminds me of power and strength.
At home I was taught that I don't need strength or power. We're from a long line of religious officials. My father ordered me to prove my worth with my wisdom, tactical knowledge and strategic insight. "They may call you a nerd for now", my father always said, "but by climbing the ranks with your whits instead of brawl you will show everyone a different way to lead. And when you finally make it to general, you can even save King Ullir".
I breathe out and stare at the leathers in my hands.
Do I really want to live a lame life like my father and his father and his father did? They don't know what it's really like at the academy. What fools.
If I had strength like Miles, or authority like Caspian, it would be way easier to climb the ranks right?
I close my eyes and take another deep sniff with his uniform pressed against my face.
"I want it" I moan softly. As the sharp smell of the leather refills my lungs and head.
Just once. Just once, I want to be like Miles.
Before I realize it I start undressing myself. Yes, it wouldn't hurt to *try*, right? Nobody would know, and I would finally get my answer.
My heartbeat starts to rise.
If I try it on and feel no difference I will know that this is not the path for me. But if I don't I'll never find out. It is an essential experiment in the privacy of my own room.
I admire the uniform and the way it hugs my shoulders and torso.
I put on my roommate's work clothes. They're heavier than I expected, but they fit me neatly. I never knew we had the same sizes.
It feels... good.
The leather makes a soft noise as I bent over to put on his boots and stand up again.
Now wearing his uniform, with every breath my lungs are again filled with the smell of his leathers. The powerful feeling is not only in my lungs and head but starting to spread further into my limbs eventually reaching even the tips of my fingers and my toes in his boots.
I do not know why I say that, but I don't regret it as I immediately get hit with a calming wave of pleasure delivered through the dark smell.
At my next breath in I hear myself whisper in a monotone voice.
"I serve"
The room turns dark and I start to feel light in my head.
What task? What do I serve? I question the words leaving my mouth, but the thoughts fade away with my next breath in as I am once again hit with a wave of pleasure.
"I carry out my task"
My muscles start to fill themselves with strength I didn't know I had.
I don't think. I don't move. I just stand and let my mind get overwhelmed by the feeling. Why does it remind me of my roommate? I can't think. I can't move. I just exist. A part of me that I thought was at the core of my being is blocked by the will of the uniform.
"I obey"
I breathe in again, emptying my head. Enjoying the moment. It all makes sense now. This is it, I am finally free.
*Step*
*Step*
*Step*
I hear familiar footsteps coming from the hallway outside my barracks room.
But it's too late. The door starts to open.
I snap back to reality. The warmth leaves my body making space for stress and fear. I am still wearing his clothes. I have to take them off. Quick!
"I am sorry!" I wail.
"Please nerd, I had a busy day! Why don't you just stay quiet and work on our studies like normal?" he complains.
As he enters, he looks me up and down with a confused.
The tight leathers are designed to project power and dominance. Guys who feel the call of the uniform are rewarded with a powerful feeling of authority by wearing their leathers.
Those of us on the submissive side tend to fall in line, stop thinking and obey just by the sight of the black uniform.
Perhaps you are just one of the targets of the uniform design.
