Last part of the series!! I took my whole heart and time to this... and i'm so glad i managed to finish it :')
His last part of the OG story was actually already good! I didn't change much here~
Dyrroth had undergone two births before, both beyond his control.
First, as the Child of Hope, the Moniyan Empire’s beacon of justice. Then, as the Son of Darkness, the Abyss’s harbinger of ruin.
His flesh and blood could never sever their ties to light or to darkness. But he carried no regret for the light, nor would he ever be a puppet of the dark.
This was his third birth. One he chose himself.
Through pain, through blood, through death and rebirth… he was reborn.
Dyrroth rose from the crimson pool.
His silhouette was sharper now, armor jagged with new spikes. His wrist blades gleamed brighter, hungrier. Even the crystal in his chest pulsed with power, no longer a wound but a weapon.
Above him, the blood orb throbbed in rhythm with his heart, as if the Abyss itself rejoiced at his return.
Before the dawn could break, Dyrroth opened his eyes and turned toward the Moniyan Empire. Soon, the world would witness the true power of the Prince of the Abyss.
No longer hesitant, he would sever the blood ties that shackled him with his own hands, with blood as tribute to complete this grand reunion.
“I awoke from the Abyss, to extinguish the light.”
having a brainot of Ling/any assassin being yandere 😋‼️ like they will force us to be their little healer, and will got mad if we heal anyone (yes the classic mlbb couple heroes)
HOHOHO❗❗❗THAT'S SOME QUALITY SHIT
❇ Ling gives you the cold shoulder, literally mf has no regrets. Mostly trys to keep it to himself but the fact that he's obsessive as fuck his jealousy and madness is as clear as daylight. Hmp's and tch's. Ignores you(trys to) whenever you try to talk to him or even come to him. Death glares at the person you ultimated, will threaten them when he finds them alone. Ling gets you into troubles occasionally then saves you in the most critical minute. He really be watching you suffer with a smirk.. He wants to show you that he's the one who's most worthy of your ultimate and attention. Plays the cold and charming prince. He doesn't give two fucks about whoever says something bad about him but will go apeshit if someone curses you out.
❇ I think you exactly know why I needed to include Gusion. He's obsessive, narcissistic, possessive and who's ego is too much for his ass to handle. He WON'T tolerate any excuses. You had to ult the exp laner cuz their HP was so little? It's their problem in the first place to get their own HP that low. Let them die. Adc fight and your adc required your ult? Unnecessary, absolutely unnecessary, a waste of your precious ultimate that he can make a good use of it. Let them die. Oh come on (Name)...he's not bad.., he's winning ?matches see? He's carrying you! You will win...only if you continue to stay by his side.
❇ Dyrroth and Aamon can also be added. Dyrroth would just straight up confront you after, after literally ultimating someone else one time. No that just won't do! You have to save your ult to him and only him! On the other hand Aamon is like Ling, the only difference is he'll tie you to himself, literally.
Content: Major character death, war, vague Silvanna x Reader if you squint.
This was it, the fall of the Moniyan Empire.
You were there that day, the day that the Prince, the Son of Light was born. You remember the joy in Silvanna's face when she saw his innocent little brother's face for the first time.
You were there on his 1st birthday when he was taken and 'killed' by the Abyss. His room was trashed, claw marks and torn fabric were at the scene. Silvanna's shocked and tear-stained face embedded in your mind as the days went by.
You were there when the Empire chevaliers defeated the Abyssal demons. Combat was never one of your expertise, but helping out survivors and providing aid to the injured soldiers was what you did most of the time on the battlefield.
You were also there when Silvanna reached out her hand to Dyrroth. The dust had settled and a portal of the Abyss had opened, Dyrroth was hanging on the edge of the portal seemingly in conflict with himself.
And you were there when he slapped Silvanna's hand away and fell back into the Abyss. But you saw it, and Silvanna knew too. You didn't see Dyrroth, no, you saw the Prince Aurelius. The Prince who was set to rule Moniya one day, the Prince who was the Son of Light and most importantly, Silvanna's precious little brother. Dyrroth wasn't the one who slapped Silvanna's hand away, no, it was Aurelius.
The Moniyan Empire celebrated that night, the night that the Abyss was defeated and the empire rejoiced in the Lightborn Chevalier's victory. But in the end, even if the victory was won, Silvanna never got her brother back. And you, her immortal retainer who is set to serve the Moniyan Empire's monarchy for all your life, comfort her once again, like you always do. Just like the first time she lost her brother, and now the second. It was more painful this time, her cries were harder and her sobs louder, you could tell she felt guilty about never getting to protect his little brother from the Abyss.
And now here you are, sitting in the rubble of what once was the great Empire, now nothing but fire and chaos all around. You cradle Silvanna's body in your arms, just like you did when she was a baby. But it was different now, she was dead and you could do nothing but cling onto the woman you raised and cared for. Just like many others you cared for in the empire's monarchy, you raised them, you cared for them, you watched them grow and you watched them die.
It was a never ending cycle, but now that the Moniyan Empire is no more, the cycle is over, for there is no more next generation of kings or princesses for you to care and raise. They killed them all, the King, the Queen and Princess Silvanna. The Moniyan Monarchy was no more, slayed by the Abyssal demons.
Gone, all of them.
There was nothing left for you, but him.
And there he was in all his glory standing afar in the rubble of the Empire that he was supposed to inherit one day, had he not been kidnapped by the Shadow Abyss. Sometimes you dream of a world where nothing went wrong but alas, fate was cruel to you and the people around you.
He walked in your direction in a pompous manner, with the confidence of a man who held the world in his hands. His vicious smile plastered on his face, and dark eyes staring right through you. The dark atmosphere around you only made him stand out more in the rubble and chaos around him.
You lower your head to avoid his gaze, tears welling up in your eyes for the first time in what felt like years. This was it, he came to finish what was left of the people here, which only meant one thing; you were finally going to die. You quickly wiped your tears away, there was no point in crying anymore. What has been done, is done.
"Giving up already? Tch, you didn't even pick a fight. Get up," He said as he stepped in front of her. "I won't kill a human standing down, there's no honor in that."
You look up at him, with blank eyes devoid of any emotion, staring up at him, you clutch Silvanna's body in your arms and stand up, carrying her as you do; all the while never breaking eye contact with him.
"Seriously, you're still clinging on to her? She's dead, so just drop her already, you imbecile!" He yelled at you as he grabbed your shoulders and shoved you to the ground. You crash into your back, pain spiking through your spine as you lay on the jagged floor, in your fit of pain Dyrroth grabs and drags Silvanna's body away from you by the leg. You panic at the loss of the weight of Silvanna's body, trying to get up and reach for her but the pain incapacitates you the moment you even try to move your arms to get up.
Dyrroth then lifts Silvanna up by her collar to look at her face, "Hmmm, poor you… You could have just surrendered the moment we attacked. But you didn't and now it cost you your life, isn't that right, dear sister?" Your eyes widen after hearing that, the spike of adrenaline in your veins helps you push through the pain in your back and you manage to lift yourself up.
"ENOUGH!" You yell at the top of your lungs in Dyrroth's direction. His eyes immediately land on your weak form and let go of Silvanna's corpse.
Dyrroth chuckles and claps while walking his way to you "Well, well, well, if it isn't my sister's precious little retainer finally speaking up! I thought I was going to have to make you bleed before you even made a sound. Guess there's no need for that then." He stops in front of you, "Y'know what? I think I deserve a little prize for all my hard work, and I think keeping you as my little own personal retainer doesn't sound so bad." Dyrroth then grabs you by your throat and raises you to his height. You immediately grab on to his wrists and try to wring yourself free as his grip is strong and blocks your air's entryway. "I've seen how you've taken care of Silvanna all these years, all your whispers of comfort in her ears, all the affection you showered her in all the love you've given to her.. And so I thought from now on that you have nothing left for you…" He then lets go of you and lets you drop on your knees in front of him, he watches you with an evil smirk as you cough and inhale as much air as you can. He kneels down on one knee in front of you and waits for your coughing to settle down.
Your breaths begin to smooth out with each breath you take, Dyrroth takes this opportunity to grab you by your hair to drag you closer to his face and make you look up at him. "You're all mine now, HAHAHAHAHA!" He drags you up to your feet and grabs you by your waist and shoves your smaller frame to his hard and toned one. He lifts your chin up to make eye contact with him and he stares at you with eyes that hold so much evil intent behind them, you can't help but gulp at the thought of what a future with Dyrroth may bring to you. "Come now Y/N… Let me take you to another world."
Please reblog if you enjoy! This is a repost from my old terminated blog from 2022.
Dyrroth, who can't seem to get enough of you, keeps begging you for more. nsfw, fem!reader, fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, slight dubcon, dyrroth is in a legal age here.
✩ featuring: dyrroth
“One more, love…” he hums in between your inner thighs. He had laid you on his bed, a heavy scent of lust hangs in the air. You both were at it for… let's say, the last few hours and he still refuses to stop and give you any break. Earlier, your little abyss prince was feeling a bit touchy and you entertained him for a bit, thinking he was just missing your warmth— but oh how you were so wrong.
His fingers, wet due to your past orgasms, deliciously curled inside your pussy as his tongue played with your abused clit, “Dy, b-baby– ah, p-please… I can't do it anymore!” You reach for one of his horns and he lets out one of the whorish moan you've heard from him as you try to pry him off of your sensitive cunt but he only harshly gripped your thighs that will surely leave a bruise tomorrow. He opened your legs further, denying you of your wish and you whine.
He continues and you could only take what his torture gives you. His face contorts as if focusing on finding that one spot in you, the squelches getting louder. He finds that spot in you and you instinctively try to grab his hair to pull him off, like before, he won't budge, “Stop it,” he groans on your pussy, sending vibrations through your clit, and you're left sobbing his name in hopes for him to stop. He continued to abuse that sweet spot in you with his fingers and you thrash in his hold but he keeps you down— stay put, don't make him repeat himself.
You started to feel that familiar coil on your lower abdomen, and he seemed to catch on it, “Come for me, princess.” He started to pick up his pace with his fingers making you gasp as his thumb focused on your clit. With one final stroke of his fingers, you shake uncontrollably and close your legs around his head, you moan and release on his fingers. He eased your legs to calm down as he lapped painfully slow on your slick and moan in delight.
Though he didn't stop there, no, he didn't release the grip on your thighs as his tongue still played with your clit, and you sobbed on being too sensitive from your last orgasms, “D-dyrroth hic please that's enough..!” He hummed again, and you cried helplessly at his question, “Princess… one more, please?”
