Malzahar's Necronomicon

“I have seen the dark universe yawning Where the black planets roll without aim, Where they roll in their horror unheeded, Without knowledge, or lustre, or name.”  ― H.P. Lovecraft, Nemesis

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The green light of the spectre stretched across the dark forest, as the chain warden made his way through. It was a quiet and calm night, the kind of nights that he enjoyed the most. Nothing was to be heard, except for the crickets and the slithering sound of the spectral chains dragging against the ground behind him. A figure appeared in his path, and his hook came loose from its place on his hip, and started to float up into his hands. The lantern remained its position in front of him as his face cracked into a wicked smile. Another soul, reap for the taking…. @malzahars-necronomicon

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The young prophet was idly going around the forest; the night was fairly peaceful and even though the forest may have had an eerie feel to it to others, Malzahar found strolling around it calming and peaceful. Through his mind he recalled that day’s ceremonies, replaying the events as they unfolded. He also thought about the following day’s rituals, they had a large number of sacrifices and he was exceptionally looking forward towards it.

He abruptly felt a nearby presence in the dark murky forest and turned around, spotting a source of faint green light at a distance. Curiosity sparked in the Shuriman as he cautiously made his way towards it.

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As the green light came closer, so did it’s owner. The black skull grinned in the light and the black coat swayed softly as he seemed to walk without weight towards the man. When he was close enough, a raspy soft voice cut through the night. “A bit late to be out all alone….is it not?”

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The seer observed the light source getting closer and in a few moments, he saw the figure it brought along with it. He wasn’t surprised by his abnormal appearance, he was use to people and creatures like that.

“I don’t think so, unless you’re trying to intimidate me?” Malzahar replied, “Because that’s not going to work on me.”

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The warden lowered his guard a little and tilted his skull as if he were supposed to look sceptical. “you mean… you do not know who i am?” Most people did, and it caused them to panic…but this one was different…

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“You seem to be of the shadow isles, therefore you probably walk hand in hand with the aspect of death and soul reaping,” calmly said the seer as he stepped even closer to the other, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips, “I, who am blessed by great deities have their protection and gaze upon me all the time. An offense against me is an offense against them and they won’t let you go easily, regardless of your state.”

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'I want the K'

Random Number: 1616: Upside down kiss

Malzahar didn’t expect to be hovering upside down from a portal on that particular day.

It all started when a few of his Voidborn friends wanted to marathon a number of so called ‘superhero movies’ that Vel'koz brought along from another dimension. Although none of the movies really impressed the prophet (having had more thrilling supernatural experiences himself), he felt a certain curiosity to one peculiar scene. The hero was hanging upside down and kissed his lover like that. This intrigued the Shuriman man and decided to try it out himself.

And that’s how, about an hour after the movie marathon ended, Malzahar was half dangling, half floating, upside down from a portal in front of a particular Ionian. Giving said Ionian no time to comprehend the situation, he tenderly cupped his cheeks and planted a kiss upon his lips, relieved that he managed to align their lips perfectly the first time and didn’t end up kissing his chin instead.

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“Well, I wasn’t exactly planning on leaving right after,” Malzahar purred as he nuzzled the top of his head against the other’s palm. “And it wasn’t a long trip, just a step through a portal.”

And an hour of locating the archer, then wasting twenty minutes observing him through his insight before actually setting up the portal. He decided not to mention that part out loud though.

“You are a very bad liar..”whispered Varus, his gaze observing the Prophet carefully, He was really intrigued what brought the Shuriman to actually do anything to find him again.”Hmmm, I was heading back to my cottage, care to join ?”

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“Can’t say no to you ” he said, grinning. “I presume it’s not too far away from here hmm?”

Curiosity sprung into the Shuriman. He wondered in what sort of environment the archer lived in as he walked beside him towards his abode.

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“Indeed, it is a few meters away.”stated the Ionian and resumed his way along the forest.There were still some ruins left from the war, the archer’s gaze would never met them again as it is like a knife in the chest.  “Hmm..you will excuse the state of the area and eventually my cottage…but make yourself at home.” 

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“At least you have a place you could call home,” the prophet said as he walked alongside the archer, “I travel a lot so it’s pointless for me to have a house. What I have on person is all of my belongings. And unlike what many think, only Voidborn can make the Void their home. The monstrosities and beasts which reside would make it unbearable for someone even like me to make it into a living space.”

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“I am not sure if I can call it home anymore…to be honest.“he whispered, his head lifted to the sky.“It feels wrong..but I cannot destroy it for it still have a memorial importance for me.”

Their marche soon came to an end as they reached the cottage, pulling out his keys, he opened the door and allowed them to enter the house.“Please…make yourself comfortable…is there anything I can offer you to drink or eat.”

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“I left my own family home when I took up on myself the Void’s invocation, not that I regret it. I haven’t been there since,” Malzahar said as he stepped into the archer’s abode.

The seer looked around, his eyes glowing as images of past events flashed in front of his eyes.

“You’ve suffered, went through a lot,” he said solemnly as he turned to face the Ionian once more.

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“I guess we have something in common…I do regret a lot of things too…”He muttered, preparing some refreshments for the both of them.But the moment the Shuriman stated his past suffering, his movements stop, his gems lowered, his face taking a more hurt expression.”Let’s not talk about that please…”He stated, bringing the drinks to living room. “Please take a seat and relax, enjoy your stay.” 

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“Wait, I-I didn’t mean to bring that up,” he said, stammering as he felt shocked by the other’s reaction. He had mentioned something he shouldn’t and he instantly felt regret, an emotion he rarely felt if never. The shreds of humanity left in him had made him care for the archer and now they were making him feel guilt.

He gingerly took his drink from the other. “I’m sorry,” he said as he lowered his head down, gaze concentrated on the cup in his hands as he took a timid sip.

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“It’s not your fault…there was no way you could know..am I right ?"he questioned the other, his gaze fixed on the liquid.

"You didn’t bring it up too, it’s always here…I just don’t like talking about it.."added the brunet, chewing his lip in frustration.

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Malzahar’s green eyes looked at the archer from beneath his fringe. An awkward silence filled the room and the prophet was unsure how he should reply to the other. He put his cup down as he approached the other male.

“Would you like me to ... take your mind off it?” he said, biting down his bottom lip nervously.

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"Make me~" the male said with a challenging smirk upon his face. He could keep preaching about the Void's entities forever.

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The Arclight’s gaze narrowed as the other kept taunting him specially on his worst days. He felt almost blood thirsty, his fingers trembling slightly in rage.He would never let the void take over, specially not as an Arclight.However, there was that weird attraction, where light and darkness attract each other like magnets. The moment the brunet caught the prophet off-guard, Varus would pin him against the wall and silence him in a particular way.

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“So you have wings?” mumbled the prophet and then, with a lower, hot, voice dripping with desire he added, “If so, I wouldn’t mind taking a sky high ride with you~”

The Shuriman could almost feel himself undressing the man against him with his eyes. He was craving for the archer’s lips against his once more and not long after the thought, the other male had indeed taken Malzahar’s mouth captive once more. He kissed him back, a wet, sloppy yet arousing kiss.

The mage’s yearning grew even stronger, if it was possible, when he felt the Ionian’s hands disrobing him. His garments being not too meticulous to take off, slipped off his body easily. The cool air hit his newly exposed skin and caused him to shiver slightly but as he got used to the feeling, he assaulted the other male’s clothing, almost ripping his shirt off before calming down enough to have the decency to slip it over his head.

He pulled away briefly, smirking slyly.”Well I could have you home after..”He whispered against the Prophet’s lips then resumed their sloppy kiss.His finger pulling away the last pieces of cloth before pulling away to stare at the silhouette before him.”Quiet an eye candy…aren’t you…” His fingers brushed along the other’s tan skin, his tongue slipping sensually into the other, dragging him into another dance. However in the corner of his mind the brunet was still hesitating about the area they should unleash their desires. “I’ll be honest…I want it here and now…but at the same time…I’d love to have some walls and comfort..”  

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“I could say the same thing to you, handsome,” he said as he let his hand wander freely over the archer’s chest and abdomen, feeling his well toned muscles as he bit his bottom lip, his eyes gazing gazing into the Ionian’s. Who knew that the arms weren’t the only part of archer that appeared so strong.

As the other’s mouth hungrily caught his own again, the seer didn’t know how longer he could withstand not begging the other to just take him there and then, not that he wasn’t enjoying it, far from it, he felt ecstatic but his thirst for the archer’s body to meld into his was reaching a breaking point.

“If you want wall and comfort … just take me there, wing boy.”

If his residence was far away maybe they could settle for a cheap room nearby? Malzahar’s couldn’t concentrate on thinking options tho as he smashed his lips against the other’s again, letting out a soft moan into the other’s mouth as he unconsciously grind his groin against his leg. 

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Small shivers ran down his spine, he enjoyed those warm fingers tracing along his muscle, however the moment the prophet’s knee began teasing his lower region it was enough.

He simply picked up the Shuriman.“I will ask you to keep what you see for yourself…"he whispered, his eyes closing as his markings began to glow, a pair luminous wings materialised themselves behind his back.

"Hold on tight…it will be rather fast…"stated the Ionian, descending on his knees before taking off. Varus took quiet some attitude for no mortal to notice his presence and in a matter of seconds they landed at his cottage.

Kicking the door open, he didn’t bother switching on the lights as he locked the door behind him, marched to his bedroom and threw the other on the mattress before hungrily assaulting Malzahar’s lips.

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The prophet’s body was rather lithe and gave the archer no issue in easily sweeping him off his feet and leaping off into the sky with him. The Shuriman found himself mesmerised by the other’s wings, he had never seen the likes of them before. They were large and feathery. He wanted to reach out to them and touch them but decided against it, it wasn’t the smartest idea to do after all as they were soaring up so high.

It took from little to nothing amount of time to arrive at the other male’s abode. It was a rather small building, amongst ruins. But Malzahar had no chance to soak in his surroundings as upon entrance in the cottage, he was roughly thrown onto the bed. Varus’ mouth smashed against his and as they resumed their passionate kissing, the prophet’s hands were once again touching every bare part on the Ionian’s body.

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PSA

I’d like to excuse myself for my absence, especially to the ones I have active threads with on this blog and @elf-gempai. I am in the process of transferring schools and with that stress and other piled up onto each other, I had literally no time for this. But now I’m back so I’ll be replying to everything. I understand if some of you call the thread off, it’s fine. I’m sorry once more tho. v.v 

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Thanks @smolvoidling 

//SPITS. The S@20 post

LOOK AT THIS. I mean no abs </3 bUT STILL.

THATS A FUCKIN HERALD OF THE VOID.

The voidlings tooo. They look. Bony and creepy. yaaaaaaaaass

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SLAAAAAY <3 *O*

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Welcome to Night Vale

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There’s a moth on my bed what am I suppose to do.

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I am now sharing my bed with the moth. I'm currently hanging off one edge of the bed with I left 3/4 of it for the moth just to make sure I don't squish it.

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There’s a moth on my bed what am I suppose to do.

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HC Time

Dissing the Void in front of Malz would resume in bad blood.

Dissing his looks and calling him ugly will result in an instantaneous blood bath with the victim’s body being the blood source.

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