Unrequited Bond
Chapter 1 : Who Will Be The Better Pet?
Pairing : Sylus x Non MC! reader
Synopsis : The leader of Onychinus was one to be never defeated. Well, not until someone who could rival his power came along. Someone who unstablised yet could satisfy him and it wasn't her- it was you.
Genre : romance, angst (a lot of it), comfort, gore, violence, fictional, fantasy, smut, pathetic attempt at humor, a lot of triggering content maybe?
dead dove- do not eat.
Chapters: | prologue | chap1 | chap2 (coming soon)
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7 years ago...
"The Obsidian Vault, huh?" you murmured, tracing the engraved sign with your finger.
"Hmmp-ff-fgu-ck-hyUff"
You chuckled at the muffled sound and turned to look at the man tied to the chair, his mouth shut with a cloth and duct tape.
A perfectly tailored suit- now ruined by deep creases clung to him because of how violently you had restrained him. Strands of black hair stuck to his forehead, damp with sweat, and his chest heaving in shallow, panicked breaths.
"Oh" you said lightly, tilting your head. “Are you saying fuck you?” You lifted your right leg and planted your boot inches from his crotch.
"MHHff-", the man screamed, his eyes wide at the positioning of your chesealed boots. You grinned at his reaction, satisfied with your action.
“Relax,” you said sweetly, drawing out your gun and twisting the silencer into place with a soft click. “It’s not like you have much to protect anyway.”
"Phile- fes- mhah- dhou-"
You grabbed his collar and flung him to the floor. The chair scraped loudly as you took his place, exhaling as you leaned back, and the gun resting loosely in your hand.
“There’s a reason I taped your mouth,” you said slowly, irritation creeping into your tone as you waved the gun. “If you don’t shut up, I’ll pull your tongue out. Understood?”
The man immediately quietened, scurrying away to another corner of the room like a caterpillar with both his legs and hands tied.
You let out a quiet breath and observed the dimly lit storage room.
Glass cases lined the walls, each housing something lethal and priceless- high-grade weapons, rare protocores, energy signatures crackling faintly beneath reinforced barriers. The air hummed, charged, prickling against your skin.
You got lucky.
Very lucky because finding the auctioneer alone down here had saved you the trouble of hunting him throughout this building, especially since you were able to avoid running into him.
You spread your legs slightly and leaned deeper into the chair, a slow smile curling at your lips.
“It's been a long time since I felt the adrenaline rush in these things” you whispered.
The energy in the room crackled. Your skin tingled in response.
“What’s the payment process once the bidding’s done?” you asked calmly.
The man kept his face turned toward the wall. Pretending to not hear you.
You sighed.
A single shot rang out. Silent, but it gave a warning.
The bullet skimmed past his ear, embedding itself into the concrete with a violent crack. The auctioneer screamed and scrambled away from the wall, eyes wild as they locked onto you.
“Next time,” you said monotonously, checking the watch on your wrist, “it’s your right eye. Then the left. Then one by one I take your nails before I-"
He shook his head violently, muffled sobs breaking from his chest.
“Payment procedure,” you snapped, standing up and closing the distance between you two. "Now.”
You hauled him upright by the arm and ripped the tape from his mouth.
“Hel-hmmff-” He choked as you shoved the barrel of the gun between his lips, tears spilling freely now.
“Tch.” You clicked your tongue. “Right words this time.” You leaned in, staring right into his eyes, “Anything else, and you say goodbye to your little balls.”
His entire body went rigid. Physically giving up on any type of rebellion.
Satisfied, you pulled the gun back, wiping the saliva on the gun with his cheek.
“I-I don’t handle the payments,” he stammered. “The twins-they manage that.”
You looked at the watch, "It's time for your act, little boy".
The auctioneer looked at you in confusion, "Uh- what do you mean?" He asked, trying to peek at your watch.
You started with opening the tape on his wrist, “Now you do exactly what I say, and we won’t have a problem. Got it?”
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Sylus sat at the back of the auction hall, eyes sweeping over the crowd with calculated indifference. His fingers drumming against the armrest.
“You look uneasy.”
He turned slightly toward the figure beside him, the crow mask tilting in quiet observation.
“Where is she?” Sylus asked, adjusting his position in chair for nth time.
Onstage, the auctioneer stepped forward, smile perfectly rehearsed as the opening item was announced.
“Right now?” Kieran asked. “She should be at the Hunters’ Association training grounds. I don’t think she’ll be coming to N109 anytime soon.”
Sylus’s gaze sharpened, a feeling so foreign to him bloomed in his chest.
He was anxious.
“Where’s Luke? And Mephisto?”
“Funny thing,” Kieran said. “We saw Mephisto flying- but he kept dropping like melting ice cream. Luke’s fixing him now.”
Sylus stood instantly, glaring at Kieran.“…Are you sure it was Mephisto?”
“Yes, boss. But-”
“There’s an alert system tied to my watch,” Sylus cut in. “If anything like this happens, I’d know.”
His jaw tightened when the feeling in his chest worsened. “Something’s wrong. Keep watch here. I will be back. Call me if anything happens."
He turned on his heel and strode out of the auction hall.
Kieran watched him go, then sighed quietly and slid into the seat Sylus had just vacated.
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Sylus stared at Luke, jaw tightening as Mephisto kept dropping in erratic intervals- altitude fluctuating, snapping back like something was forcibly dragging it down.
It was hard to make Sylus lose his cool, but messing with Mephisto-
“Luke,” he said while checking the analysis on laptop. “Run diagnostics again.”
On the other end, Luke frowned at the tablet. “Already did. Twice. Flight stabilizers are responding normally. Every part is intact. The program should be fine.”
There was a small silence in the office. Sylus staring at Mephisto powered out while Luke paced back and forth in confusion.
"I-I don't understand. The program should be working fine. I have checked it." Luke stammered, hands flying to his hair in confusion.
Sylus moved out of the office without any word, his entire body sweating more than usual.
The corridor beyond the auction hall was quieter, insulated from the velvet hum of bids and murmurs. His boots echoed faintly as he followed the locator deeper into the Obsidian Vault’s underbelly.
Storage wing.
Something in his gut told that he should go there. And that alone was unusual.
The closer he got, the worse his sweating became.
A pressure bloomed behind his sternum- sharp like hot knife lodged in his chest. His Aether Core felt uneasy. He slowed, trying to regulate his breathing, fingers flexing instinctively.
His Evol flickered. A confused hum passed his throat. "What the fuck is happening?" Sylus whispered to himself, foreign to this kind of feeling.
The doors slid open- as if inviting him to find the very answers he was searching. He slowly stepped inside, looking at the perfectly glass-encased items in there.
-the door immediately slammed shut behind him.
Metal locks snapped into place with a final, resounding clang.
Sylus turned sharply. Light padded footsteps outside the door.
The room hummed, as if the energies were reacting to something-
An anomaly
Glass cases lined the walls, reinforced and glowing faintly with energy signatures- protocores, weapons, things that breathed power into the air itself. The scent of charged metal and MetaFlux clung to his senses.
And then-
His aether core awakened. A pulsing feeling behind his right eye, knocking from inside- a greed that he must fulfil.
want—
The power against him from inside his chest, distorted and fractured, like an echo bouncing through a hollowed space.
…this power—
Sylus clenched his teeth, one hand bracing against the nearest case as his Evol flared instinctively- only to scatter uselessly, interference scrambling its trajectory.
"What," he muttered, low and dangerous, "is this?"
The room answered only with a faint, electric crackle.
His watch buzzed sharply.
"Kieran," he said immediately after tapping his earpiece.
"Boss," Kieran replied, voice tense. "We’ve got a problem."
Sylus straightened. "Talk."
"There’s an unidentified item up for bidding. It’s being listed as a high-grade protocore, but-" Kieran paused. "It’s not ours."
Sylus’s eyes narrowed.
"Explain."
"It’s… subtle," Kieran said. "Structurally similar, but the energy output’s wrong. It's smaller but hardly illuminating like other protocores."
Sylus’s gaze flicked instinctively toward the glowing cases around him.
A faint pulse rippled through his core again.
want—
"I don’t like this," Kieran continued. "Bidding’s escalating fast."
"How fast?"
"Too fast." Kieran took a breath, "A few days ago, there was an incident in the north corner of N109 zone. There was a blast, but it left all the energy in the vicinity unstable."
"Keep your eyes on that item. I will be right there."
There was distinct mumbling on Kieran's end before a loud ding was sounded
"…It’s sold."
Sylus’s fingers curled slightly, his patience running thin. Someone had broken the rules he set in this city. A challenge to his power, it seemed.
"Where’s the carrier? Don't lose sight of that item."
"I’m moving," Kieran said. "But-"
The line crackled before it went static.
"Kieran."
No response.
Sylus swore under his breath and turned back to the sealed doors, already calculating exit routes when-
A sharp thud echoed from the far end of the storage room.
Movement.
His head snapped toward it just as the inner door slid open violently.
By the time Sylus reached the door, the locks disengaged automatically- as if someone had never intended to keep him trapped for long.
He burst into the corridor just in time to hear the auctioneer’s voice echo distantly through the speakers:
"Th-thank you all for attending. That concludes today’s auction."
Sylus stood there, chest still tight, Aether Core humming violently beneath his ribs.
Whatever it was…
His power wanted it.
-
The moment the auction ended, the crowd surged.
Too many bodies walking together.
Kieran shoved through them, cloak pulled tight, eyes locked on a single person who looked like they didn't belong there. He watched the protocore being handed off by the auctioneer to that person.
"There-" he muttered, breaking into a run.
The figure slipped between two bidders, shoulder-checking a man hard enough to send him stumbling. Kieran swore and followed, boots pounding against polished floor as alarms began to chirp faintly in the distance- security protocols resetting too late.
"Stop!" he barked, hand going to his weapon.
The figure didn’t even turn.
They vaulted a railing, landing on a floor below the exit.
Kieran skidded to a halt, then followed, landing hard on the lower corridor as the chase spilled into the restricted wing- lights dimmer here, walls narrower, designed to disorient intruders.
The runner was gone.
"Damn it," Kieran hissed, chest heaving.
His comm crackled.
"Kieran," Sylus’s voice cut in, sharp. "Status."
"I lost him," he admitted grimly. "The unidentified item that was auctioned off is with him as well."
"Come back to the VIP lounge," Sylus replied.
Kieran exhaled hard, staring down the empty corridor.
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Kieran shifted uncomfortably. Not liking the sudden turn of events. Aside from small rival gangs putting up a fight, ambushing them every now and then, no one had dared to mess up auctions like this.
"Clean this up," Sylus ordered. "And find out everything you can about unusual energy fluctuations in N109 tonight."
"On it boss." Kieran replied, hurrying out of the room.
Luke was running diagnostics again, muttering under his breath as Mephisto hovered uncertainly near the ceiling, wings buzzing with uneven rhythm.
"Stabilizers are green," Luke said after a moment, squinting at the display. "Whatever interference there was… It’s gone."
Sylus didn’t respond.
He stood near the window, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the dark sprawl of N109 below. His Aether Core had settled- but not completely. Something still itched beneath the calm, like a bruise pressed too often.
A sudden rush of air snapped through the room.
Sylus turned just in time to see Mephisto dive sharply and pull up inches from his face.
"..!"
The mechanical bird let out a sharp trill.
Sylus didn’t flinch, but his hand was already halfway to Mephisto to sit on.
It flapped once, sitting comfortably on his arm, then released something from its beak.
A folded sheet of paper fluttered down.
Sylus caught it reflexively.
He frowned.
Sylus unfolded it.
It was clean, not a single wrinkle on it, except for being a little foldy from the edges.
Sylus flipped the page.
On the back, written in quick, slanted handwriting:
Thought I’d let you know his program can be overridden very easily. Might want to fix it before I make him my pet.
A low, unexpected sound left Sylus’s chest. Almost resembling a disbelief laugh.
Sylus folded the paper carefully and slipped it into his coat.
"Very well," he murmured. "Let’s see which one of us makes the better pet."
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Hey guys! I genuinely apologise for posting this so late. I don't even know if it's that good or not. But I really want to see through the end of this story. I got hospitalised, and my health deteriorated very rapidly, hence the delay.. and I sort of lost the mindset of writing but I am back!
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