𝐊𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
𓆩⟡𓆪 Inspired by this post. Seems so fitting. Oh, and more Khorne content to you precious ones.
Summary: You have gotten the eye of the first chaos god. Do you accept his proposal?
||Words: 1k+|| TW//Violence, Head On Spikes, licking, Reader Is Bold.
“Come, my bride.” The deep voice of a bloody chaos god speaks before you. The voice of this being so earthreal that it would vibrate your own soul, but you were not the one to bow so easily.
“What have you done now, Blood God?” You dare to utter one of the many titles this god has. Unfearing on what this entity might bring you as you don’t turn around to give him your attention. Your fingers organizing scriptures upon your desk of your… modest home. Nothing fancy nor royal, but not a trashed sight of security either. It was simply a place where you could be in your own solitude without consequences. “Come to talk down upon my home? Ruin it with your feeble words, or perhaps you rather stain it with your blood? Claiming it?”
“Oh, how you court me with your words.” The red deamon purrs deeply, satisfied with your rather harsh words under certain circumstances. The area heating up a bit from his presence. His steps light for a hefty and bulky god that’s armed up with sharp edges and hard armor. “I have brought you many gifts, but unfortunately. It’s not as great as your simple ideas.”
“And what do you bestow me?” You don’t hesitate to ask. You don’t bother to turn around when you feel something wet and thick lick up the back of your neck, making your hairs rise on end while you suppress a shutter.
“Many things, my bride.” He hums lowly, his form shifting behind you, and you feel his breath tickling your neck before you feel him nuzzling into your neck. Making it tilt open to his dominance. Another satisfied purr leaving him. “Blood of enemies, skulls of kings and beasts; me.”
You can’t help but sigh in what almost sounds like defeat at that. Closing your eyes briefly before you turn around to finally see the god before you properly. The red, fiery glow of his neck and eyes reminding you of a jack-o-lantern set aflame. Haunted by spirits of vengeance and wrath. Yet his armor or perhaps is it scales? Remind you of a dark knight. One that it’s not complete and out of code.
“As I said before, Khorne.” You say his other, more known title. Folding your arms and leaning forward in the Blood Gods space. A bit daring to try and provoke such a bloodlust praised entity. “I’m not interested.”
The god laughs hauntingly at your choice of denying him. As if you had any power to even try or not to say such bold words to a deamon like him.
“You will be, my bride.” Khrone leans forward himself, leaning over you in his more… humane-sized form. The flaming glow of his eye sockets unblinking while his arms threaten to wrap around you; capture you. To dig into your cloths and make his mark upon your fragile skin. “Come, let me show you why.”
The blood god suddenly leaves your personal bubble, leaning away from you. Looking you up and down before turning away and leading the way. Only to pause and look back and over his shoulder to make sure you’re following. A pleased, low him leaving him when you sigh heavily but follow him anyways. Your steps somehow making more noise that his own. Properly because he has time to master the arts and skills over eras. He was the first after all.
The flora around you sways with the wind as you and Khorne exit the safety of your humble abode. A slight chill going through you, and despite your best efforts? You can't help but step closer to Khorne as he provides heat and protection from the cold breeze. Something that Khorne acknowledges with a rumbling hum.
"See what I have done for you over the hill of grass." The Blood God speaks up. Pausing before you to gesture to his right to show you the hill that looks remarkably innocent and peaceful, but... he said over it.
You're not sure you want to look what horrors might be over that hill. You know Khornes' courting style by now. It always ends up bloody, no matter if you reject or not. It's not like he's an abusing God, but your multiple, previous rejections of him defiantly keeps stirring up his pride.
"I hope it's candy and wine..." You mumble mostly to yourself. Internally hesitating to go fourth as see what he might have given you over the hill. You're stalling yourself, wanting something that was more kind to the world and satisfies you.
You steel yourself before taking that first step up the grassy hill. Hearing a sound of amusement coming from the God as he simply watches you before following behind you. The energy of his being flaring up, and that tells you that whatever is over the hill? It's defiantly not going to be a good sight.
Pushing yourself over the last piece of hill. Your eyes widen in surprise with the brutal sight before you. This was nothing compared to his last courting attempt's.
The grass was not even grass anymore but a dirt battle ground. Blood staining the flora that dares to show through, and the dirt that soaks the blood up into clumps of both organics, but that wasn't the must horrid part. What stuns you the most is the handles of pitchforks and spikes embedded into the ground, bloody themselves with fresh blood dripping down it, and what sits on top of them? Heads. Head's that you used to know and care for. Head's that used to have a life and soul in their eyes, and now? They are nothing but blind and dull. There was nothing left of them. They were probably a minion of Khorne that wander this little battle ground for show, hissing and laughing at the display. No, he wouldn't do that. He wouldn't give them the mercy of being by his side or yours.
The smell of stinging copper makes you pull away from the sight, and not intently hiding in the Blood Gods chest. His arms slowly wrapping around you, putting you in his willing embrace. His voice amused and possessive as he leans down to nuzzle into the side of your neck, licking. "If I cannot have you? They can't have what is soul bound to me."
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