Summary: Xiao worships you like a God. You’re his savior, and this sinner cannot stand to tear himself away from you again. So, he begs for salvation, for a chance at redemption from you. He will offer his heart on a platter for you. Do you offer salvation to this poor unfortunate soul within the walls of your stomach?
TW ‼️ : cannibalism, implied smut, cultish behavior, major power imbalance, very lightly implied manipulative behavior (from reader), implied suicidal ideation/actions, implied death, light graphic descriptions, (reader lowkey sees him as a dog)
“My yaksha—“ you cooed, running your hands through locks, soothing the weeping yaksha wailing into your lap. tears rolling down between your thighs. he clings onto your legs with trembling hands, terrified of the possibility of him being accused of trying to taint your flesh by digging his nails into you.
he shakes, he shivers, and trembles beneath you. his karmic debt has been getting worse; it seems like he cannot escape the struggle of pulling against chains like a prong collar, hands of the fallen clawing— gripping onto him. Their screams, their bodies, it haunts him.
you always welcomed him with open arms regardless of his sins. your presence is the only escape he has from the constant torment of his actions. your touch is like an aphrodisiac. a wave of relief washed over his body, as if you were picking out the tension from his muscles by hand. you made his blood flow in moments he thought it had stopped. only your touch could breathe life into him again, and archons above- it was so addicting.
you made him feel like a man beyond his sins. a man beyond the title of “conquerer of demons”, you saw redemption in him where even he could not see. as your fingers lift his chin to face you, he stares up at you with a look of something more than admiration, more than devotion— worship.
“i do not deserve to lay my eyes upon you” he utters, his voice shaking as if he were afraid it would somehow taint this moment. it wasn’t a statement, it was plea for you to keep letting him worship you. he’d kiss the ground you walked on, he’d drop down to his knees and grovel at your feet at a single glance, he would rip the stars from the sky if you so asked. He’d do anything to stay by your side like some lost puppy, gladly giving you the leash to his obedience.
He truly worshipped you, more than anyone. He was your most devoted follower. You were his savior, his God, and he worshipped you as such. He practically melts like putty into your warm hands, a stark contrast from his deathly cold skin. he is yours, to mold, to shape, to save. “Please..” he whispers, voice cracking. You tilted your head, inquiring to what he was whimpering about. He lets his head fall back into your lap, breath captured between the soft plush skin of your thighs.
The ultimate act of devotion, to lay yourself bare before your god, let them reach down into your ribs, tracing down your spinal cord. He is yours, all yours. He shamefully hangs his head low, knowing a sinner like himself had no right to ever request something so grotesque from a saint such as yourself.
In his mind, he thinks if even someone as perfect as you would dare to lay a finger on his flesh, dare to take him between your teeth, if you could stomach something so vile and disgusting as himself, then maybe, just maybe, he’d be worthy of something close to redemption.
He couldn’t bear to part with you any longer, even for a second. He just couldn’t. He knew he couldn’t keep you glued to his side, nor could he stay by yours when he was still shackled to his duties of this world.. but if he was no longer part of this world, if he was a part of you then.. he’d never ever have to part with you. he could worship you for all eternity.
he would let you rip him apart, tear him limb from limb, bite and take him piece by piece. he begged you to, actually. begged for any of his feelings to be returned by the sensation of your teeth breaking through his skin. he pleaded with you to let him show his utter devotion and in return he’d strip himself down to the bone for you. he dropped his weapon like an offering at your feet.
he’d let you cut him up with his own weapon.
he loved you, he loved you so much he couldn’t stand not being beneath your skin any longer. he needed to sink into your warm blood, cleanse himself through the blood pumping in your veins. he could never hurt you of course. so the only option left was for him to offer himself up as a sacrifice to you.
He felt every fiber of willpower leave his body, all strength vanishing from him when you leaned down and offered him redemption between your lips. A kiss, warm, soft and archons— he wanted you to swallow him whole right then and there.
you can’t help but feel something more than pity for this wretched thing groveling at your feet. you feel something deeper. something that sparks a desire in even someone as holy as you, a desire to feed.
In the end, Xiao died how he lived, a follower, a devotee, and a worshipper. but there’s no other place he would rather be than inside you.
Author’s Note: if you guys would wanna read a continued smut version of this lmk. because you don’t just cannibalize someone without metamorphosing into one, and you can’t metamorphosize with someone unless you know every single inch and crevice of them. Amen 🙏
