Why's Gabriel so far away from his family :( Put them together, it is making me sad. :(
Yeah that's you buddy, I know, you used to be so young and beautiful... But now you're just beautiful. 😔
Anyway put you back with your family now
DRACUL YOU GODDAMN EMO BOY PUT YOU BACK WITH YOUR FAMILY AT ONCE. MAKE TOY YOU HUG IT'S TOY SON AND WIFE YOU FUCKING STUPID IDIOT. DO IT.
STOP PUTTING YOURSELF ASIDE BECAUSE YOU'RE BROODING. YOUR SON AND WIFE ARE CLEARLY IN HUGGING POSITION THERE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, GIVE THEM WHAT THEY WANT. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Let's play a game called, "What Author is Mono Obsessing Over?"
Or otherwise, Does anyone want to guess the story I was inspired by?
When they first came to life, they heard an overwhelming amount of noises. Noises of smashing, speaking languages they had never heard, footsteps on sand. Its eyes open, before shutting from the blinding light. What light! It had never seen such light! And this body. What body! A body? They had never had a body of their own. That meant the ritual worked!
They looked at themselves in a mirror. They were a tan man, with brown curls atop their head. Its hands rub through its hair. Is this what it was like to feel hair? With hands? It never had hands that could touch. Nor did it ever have hair to feel. They touched its face. It never had a face of its own. It could never obtain a face of its own. It never minded.
Stumbling on feet, graceful as a human child, it danced through the streets. The man this body originally belonged to was no longer present. Not that it would've given it back. They made a deal, and he followed through. This is their body now. The Prince called to it, and now it could fulfill his request!
But it did not get a chance to. As it grew tired, as was the nature of a child who had burned through their energies, a man in robes came before it. Though it did not know his name, it knew who he was. He was the son of the Father. Of Him. The Father who had casted out The Fallen One. It knew that he would exorcise them. So they fell to their knees, begging in multitudes of stumbling voices. Begging in voices that spoke in languages it didn't know.
They begged to not be sent back to the abyss with those who did not believe them. They needed to prove their Prince was real, and was stronger than The Fallen One. He did not grant it the mercy. They begged to be casted into the herd of swine, at least they could travel better, to find their Prince. That did not happen either. The swine dove into the cold abyss of the salted ocean, taking it back to the heat of the core.
The man was not saved. It claimed his soul, and made him a spot within themselves. It wasn't his fault that they couldn't fulfill their duty. But now they were stuck again. They needed to get to its Prince. The true One. The Ruler of Hell. So it began to scheme and plan. Sand dunes, changed into lush forests. Small villages and towns, turned into a grand Castle.
Within this Castle was the Snake. A man who was only interested in his own gain. A man, who was smart, without the wisdom in place. His arrogance could only be rivalled by the Fallen One, but it couldn't complain. Not when he summoned both it, and its Kin, to possess the castle. They grew stronger within his reign. Lived longer within the realm of man. It followed its rules from the man, even brain washing others to create an army unlike any other. Its kin, the Forgotten One, however, was not like them. It was aggressive, powerful, far more dangerous than it. No sane human would have tried to contain it, yet the Snake tried.
They hid, as four Holy Ones marched through its walls. The Holy Ones came to seal the Forgotten One away. It watched with curiosity, though caution. Its slithered and pulsated and dripped down the marble pillars, following these Holy Ones. It watched as the Snake lied to the Holy Ones. Lied about what brought about its kin. Only one of these Holy Ones didn't seem convinced. This one, The Fox, had found a relic in his patrol for its kin. A powerful relic. He took a shard of this relic, its black surface shimmering, showing the Fox parts of the future. Though, he did not tell any of the other Holy Ones of his find.
Seasons changed, as did the times. The Fox played his role beautifully. Soon, three of the Holy Ones became monsters. It had heard the gossip from many servants within its walls. It was stronger than the tie it had with the Snake. And the Snake knew he was only on borrowed time. The Snake tried to redeem himself, tried to send them back to the fiery abyss. But the Snake was too weak now.
It devoured the Snake, bringing forth the Bat and her offspring. Though all were illegitimate, it didn't care. It never minded human politics on offspring. She turned its kin into more of her offspring, taking their abilities from ever returning to the fiery abyss they had called their homes. It was never home to it. This was where they belonged. In wait for their Prince. Their saviour.
It waited for centuries. Centuries of serving, building, devouring the knights that stormed its walls. It waited for its Prince. It waited for the day for the True One to come. Its patience was rewarded. It overheard the Bat speak to one of its turned kin. "My lady, I fear the one to destroy you has been born. He is in the hands of the Brotherhood." The Turned One says.
"Many humans have tried, but none have succeeded, how is an infant to bring mine and my brothers destruction?" Was The Bat's arrogant answer. Oh, how it wished to answer her, but it knew better. The Bat would die to its Prince. As would many of her offspring. Even the Turned Ones. A few more decades. It could wait.
Compared to the millenniums it had waited, the decades felt like a breeze. Three decades and four years. But its Prince finally crossed the thresholds of its walls. It observed the man. Distastefully human, yet broken close to beyond repair. It just needed to wait a few more moons. A few more fights. A few more tragedies.
Soon, the Bat was burned in the light of the sun. But nothing came from the Bat's ashes, as the True One needed to continue his quest.
It could feel when the True One destroyed the Fallen One. There was a feeling in the air. A sense of peace. Yes. It knew its Prince was stronger. Now it could act. Spilling, dripping, sliding down the pillars and walls, it loosened the seal over the Forgotten One. Now, its plan of many millenniums would come to fruition, and it would reap the bountiful harvest it sowed.
The Little Bat, a daughter of The Bat, fought beside the True One. Their techniques were perfect beside each other. It watched as the Little Bat gave her blood to the True One. It could not watch as the True One fought the Forgotten One. It could only sit and wait. Wait for the True One to come back.
And he did. It watched as the broken body of the True One walked through its walls. Watched as the broken human body collapsed, succumbing to the Little Bat's curse. It made its move. Finally, it was able to touch the divinity beneath it. It made its offer, True One, we have waited long for your birth and arrival. Our savior. Our divine. My Prince.
Its tendrils cut through the human skin, the tendons, ligaments, meat, fat, tissue. Organs now splayed out of the corpse. It sliced the veins open, pouring its own blood through it, forcing the heart to slowly start back. It rumbles in glee as the Prince's eyes open. Welcome back my Prince.... We've been waiting for you to grace us with your divine presence.
From the torn human flesh, birthed The Dragon. The true savior of monsters, demons, and humans. As the Dragon came to life, breathing his first breath of life, it guarded him. As he stumbled on limbs he was not used to, like a lamb just born in the field, it was the dog, watching and waiting for those who would prey on its beloved Prince.
Everything it did was solely for the newborn Prince. If that meant tearing apart traitors and intruders alike to feed its Prince. If it meant becoming something akin to its Prince. If it meant towering over, making itself twenty times the size, building more and more, sinking low enough to take parts of the fiery abyss. It did it. For it loved its Prince, and it showed its devotions as offerings of safety and love. Building walls and secret rooms solely for its Prince.
The Prince made the offer. The offer it had strove for. An eternity beside its divine companion. One, it accepted. For the Dragon was nothing without his devoted Castle, nor was The Castle anything without its Dragon.
After doing some digging, Gabriel would not be a flat earther, but he probably would think the Sun and Planets revolve around the Earth.
His death-sleep would've been right around when Nicolaus Copernicus made his theory about Earth and the planets revolving around the sun. But Gabriel wouldn't have been around humans in that time frame.
I'm still trying to do a Isaacul short, but I've been listening to this on repeat, and this idea won't leave my head.
The bed was far more luxurious than anything Isaac had ever lied in. It was massive and so soft. He sprawled across the furs, rubbing his face on them in a tipsy state. Dracul had spoiled him with quite the dinner. Swan, cooked with garlic and onions, served with; parsnip, cabbage, radish, and broad bean; tossed in some vinegar. Dessert was sliced and roasted apples and pears, coated in cinnamon and honey, served alongside a slice of tiramisu cake.
Pair it with the sweet wine Dracul had provided, and Isaac was very full and content. Speaking of Dracul, there was a set of claws running through his hair, making him melt more. His eyes crack open, yellow eyes meeting red. Isaac couldn't believe how different his life was now. Dracul had sworn to take care of Isaac, and he was delivering that promise, tenfold.
Dracul was such a strange man to Isaac. Shorter than his Lord Dracula, but much more muscular. He was soft spoken and quiet, but was a good listener. Not only did the vampire lord actually listen to Isaac, he also asked questions and encouraged the man to keep speaking! The pallor skin of the vampire lord highlighted the black hair that covered his chest, and made a trail below his pants. Isaac couldn't resist lusting for the vampire lord.
Dracul noticed this. Of course he did. Isaac felt those callous hands leave his hair, down to his chin, lifting his face to fully face Dracul. Despite those claws having taken lives, some of which Isaac witnessed first hand, he was so gentle with Isaac. Like the man was made of glass. Now facing the vampire, Isaac gave him a flushed face smile. Dracul simply smirks, downing the last of the wine in his goblet.
Dracul tossed the empty goblet, those ruby eyes never leaving Isaac's. Sitting up, Isaac lifted his shaking hands to Dracul's face. His thumbs traced along the vampire's cheeks, while a clawed thumb traced over his bottom lip. It was instinctive for Isaac to open his mouth, ready to accept the thumb in his mouth. However, Dracul had other plans.
Dracul leaned down, their mouths mere centimeters away, and opened his mouth. The wine from Dracul's mouth poured into Isaac's like a steady stream. Isaac swallowed down the wine obediently.
"Good boy." Was all that Dracul said, before their mouths met in a slow, but hungry kiss. Isaac could taste the wine on Dracul's tongue, his own tongue tracing along the vampire's fangs. He gasps as one of the fangs cut his tongue. Dracul moaned at the taste of Isaac's blood in his mouth. Clawed hands slide under his shirt, cold hands on his warm skin. Isaac gasps, but tries to match in fervor.
Dracul treated Isaac with such soft and gentle touches. Even as he stripped the man of his clothes, his clawed hands were gentle on Isaac's skin. They traced along his scars and tattoos, mapping out his body in a way that was just for Dracul. The morning was intimate, and unlike anything Isaac had ever experienced. In the back of his head, the image of grey hair showed up. He pushes it down and focuses on the pleasure Dracul was giving him.
As the sun was setting, Isaac woke slowly. He was aware of three things:
1. There was a muscular body behind him.
2. There was a strong arm holding him close to said muscular body, under the furs.
3. He felt warm and safe.
A genuine smile graced his lips, before his hand covered Dracul's and entwined their fingers together. He sighs, smiling at the light kiss pressed onto his neck, close to puncture scars. The siren song of sleep was calling to him again, so he happily met it, falling back into the dream world, filled with the vampire beside him.
Dracul's claws carefully card through the sleeping man's hair. It would be such a beautiful red once the man wakes and gets a bath. It felt dirty and greasy in his fingers, but Dracul didn't mind. The stranger's whole body needed a good cleaning. It was covered in blood and filth. He would have to have one of the servants clean the bed when the time came. His body was so thin too. Ribs poking out from his chest and the collarbone too visible through his skin, why such a punishment to this beautiful creature?
The sleeping man was breathing so shallowly. It made Dracul's mind burn with curiosity. Where did this man come from? Why was he injured? Who even was he? All thoughts coursing through his jumbled mind. The black marks on the stranger's body seemed to almost... Pulsate. It burned when Dracul's fingers traced along the marks on the stranger's face.
Dracul could sense the dark magic emanating from the man, but the source was unfamiliar. It was definitely demonic in origin. Unmistakenly, the man was human, but had been marked by something dark and demonic. He lifts the sleeping man's lip, looking at the fangs the man bore.
"Fangs when you're human?" Dracul tilts his head and mumbles curiously. His thumb traces along one of the fangs. They felt delicate. Not the strong fangs of a vampire or beast, but the delicacy of a human tooth. This made Dracul even more curious about the stranger. He extracts his hand from his mouth, briefly dipping down to touch that pallor neck, before going back to petting that beautiful red hair.
