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[faemytho]

'tis lucilevi brainrot hours enjoy :hee:

"I thought I could trust you," Lucixiur spat with a tone cooler than the depths of despondence.

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"I- You can, Luci-" Leviath stammered, voice soft and broken, the green circle gemstone at his throat glimmering in the dim light.

"No, I don't want to hear it," Lucixiur snapped, eyes cold and harsh and sharp. "You clearly don't give a fuck about me, not if you're doing this to me."

"Luci, I'm not doing anything to you-" Leviath spoke again, and promptly found the air knocked from his silk covered chest as he was shoved against the wall.

Lucixiur looked down at him, eyes glittering hard and narrowed like sharpened topaz. Leviath's own, uncovered eyes widened in shock.

"I said," the Prince of Pride hissed, low and cold and angry. "I don't want to hear it."

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MMmm either ""All I ever wanted was to live a happy life. I wanted to be fine!" or "i'm in love with you, but i don't want you to hurt me" for lucilevi, whichever you think would be worse

ok fuck u guys /lh

lucixiur and leviath have one last talk. this one's canon!

Prince Lucixiur of Pride (he/him), Prince Leviath of Envy (he/him), Merahi Azazel of Guide (ai/ain/air), Merahi Brachael of Combat (vae/vaer/vaers) // @vampire-mythoverse

@peepersotherstuff, @thegreatyin

Merahi Azazel of Guide steepled air fingers and looked down, across the field at the wounded Prince of Pride. Prince Lucixiur was a spitting mess of blood and fury, tail lashing, orange blood streaming down his arms and face and chest and leathered wings as the combat keruhiae surrounded him.

"Lucixiur of Eos' spawn, do you know why we are here?" Merahi Azazel spoke in Cirx, a high envy accent staining air angaelic voice.

Lucixiur dodged another keruhi's weapon, backing away with a frantic, steeled look in his eyes. Merahi Brachael, so small next to Azazel, sighed and began to cross the section of forest they had burned away, making vaer way towards the Cirxian Prince.

"I believe I have a hunch, yes," Lucixiur sneered, letting out a yelp as he dodged a lash of holy chain from a Lieutenant Keruhi.

Azazel hummed, before shaking air head and nonchalantly beckoning someone from the trees.

Prince Leviath of Envy, masked and dressed in green irachnix silks with not a hint of orange to them, gracefully made his way out of the trees, coming to a stop beside Azazel. "Lucixiur," he greeted in high envy Cirx, and though the dialect was naturally cold, Prince Leviath sounded frigid.

"Leviath?" Prince Lucixiur stopped, wide eyed and staring, and failed to dodge a gauntlet punch to the face from the other Lieutenant Keruhi of Combat. He stumbled, bringing a hand up to his cheek and dodging a glowing sword.

"Prince Leviath here has asked me to... relieve you of your duties," Azazel spoke, though despite air solemnity, there was a portentous gleam in air eyes. "I just simply couldn't pass up this opportunity."

"Leviath," Lucixiur spoke again, but his voice had changed. It was soft and broken, pleading, and Prince Leviath merely tilted his head. "Why would you consort with these filthy, rigid programs of Makda? Leviath, my love, why would you do this?"

"You know perfectly well why, Lucixiur," Prince Leviath spoke, his voice of Grieving Ice. As Lucixiur dodged another chain lash, his lips quirked up in a smile. "All I ever wanted was to live a happy life. I wanted to be fine. With you, because I wanted you. But you never wanted me, you wanted the idea of me."

"Shut up, you impudent, useless thing," the Prince of Pride snapped, and gave a pained scream as a glowing blade sliced through the leather of one of his wings. He stumbled, orange blood gushing from the torn flaps of skin, and held his injured wing close. "I thought we were fine, I thought you loved me, Levi!"

"I loved you," Prince Leviath snapped, dark jade feathered wings ruffling up in fury. He settled, letting out a deep breath. "I don't love you anymore, Lucixiur."

"Prince," the Prince of Pride breathed, holding his torn wing close and shaking.

"What was that?" Merahi Azazel asked, air voice hiding the slightest tremble of fury.

"I am a prince," Lucixiur whispered again, before letting out a vicious snarl and snapping. "You will call me as such, Leviath!"

"No," Prince Leviath spoke, the pleasant smile on his face widening into a sharpened grin. "I do not believe I will, Lucixiur."

Letting out an enraged scream, Lucixiur darted forward, breaking free of the keruhiae around him and bolting towards Leviath. Merahi Brachael, halfway across the field, raised vaer hand and summoned vaer axe. Closing vaer eyes, vae dodged out of Lucixiur's way and struck, slicing clean through his wings.

Lucixiur screamed, stumbling and falling to the burned, ashen ground. Dismissing vaer axe, Brachael summoned a sword, stepping forward and raising it above Lucixiur's back.

"Goodbye, Lucixiur," Prince Leviath murmured, his grin softening into pursed lips. "I will not miss you."

Brachael plunged the sword down.

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"Please put me out of my misery and just kiss me already." for saka and asma, maybe??

GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAY. *combusts on the SPOT*

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Sakareth, Asmarath // @vampire-mythoverse, @faemytho

Dark fingers cupped blushed red cheeks, tilting them up, blond eyelashes fluttering with a quiet, apprehensive breath.

"What was that?" Asmarath cooed, their voice soft and teasing. "I didn't quite catch it, could you say it again?"

"Asmarath," Sakareth whined, straining against their fingers. "Don't make me beg, you prick, please."

They let out a laugh, leaning down and just barely brushing their lips against Sakareth's. "Like that?" They breathed, pulling back just enough to make Sakareth let out a frustrated noise.

"Asmarath, I swear to Eos, if you don't kiss me properly in the next five seconds, I'm going to punch you," Sakareth growled, but the Prinxe of Lust only laughed.

"Alright, I've teased you long enough," they admitted, a hand sliding back into Sakareth's messy waves of hair and forcing his head back. "You've been very good, too."

Without waiting any longer, Asmarath leaned down, pressed their lips to Sakareth's, and relished in the terribly relieved noise the Prince of Wrath gave in return. It was blatant that Sakareth had no cirxly idea of what to do, evident by the way he'd frozen up. Asmarath was patient though, gently coaxing Sakareth's lips to move against theirs and stroking their fingers through his hair.

"You're very pretty, Sakareth, have I told you that yet?" Asmarath pulled back enough to murmur, tracing their words against flushed lips. The Prince of Wrath let out an indignant whine, cheeks flushing deeper red.

"Pretty."

"No."

"Beautiful!"

"NO."

"Absolutely stunning, jaw dropping, I'm in awe-"

With every compliment, Asmarath pressed a kiss to Sakareth's face, to his cheeks, his forehead, to his lips. With each one, Sakareth's blush grew further and further, red creeping down his neck and darkening the tips of his ears.

"You're adorable, Sakareth." Asmarath finished with a final kiss to the other prince's forehead. The prince's only response was to let out a flustered squeak, pulling away to hide his face in his hands. Asmarath only gave a little laugh, pulling Sakareth into a hug.

"Fuck you," Sakareth muttered, muffled by his hands. Asmarath grinned and nuzzled their face into his hair.

"Later, if you want to."

"ASMARATH."

[faemytho]

"Why did you abandon me?" OR "Why did you abandon us?" For someone and Sakareth because I know that will hurt?

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Sakareth, Feather Flute Sys, VMV // @faemytho

The antlers were far taller than Sakareth expected them to be. (He had been there, briefly, when they were growing in, but seeing them at their full glory was something else).

The person behind the deer skull mask stared at him, quiet, silent, waiting for an answer. Sakareth's mouth felt dry.

"I-I didn't-," he tried to say, but the person in front of him only laughed, dry and humorless.

"You did," Prinxe Kiuk hissed softly, "And I want to know why. Do not make me repeat myself."

The Prince of Wrath stepped back, and Kiuk hissed again, low and dangerous. For a moment, he could smell the air of the wrath circle, could hear the jeering cheers of the cirixites who had gathered, could feel the phantom pain of his ribs caving and his nose being broken.

"It-It's a lot more complicated than me just leaving you guys up here," Sakareth finally managed, voice strained and desperate for Kiuk to understand. He hadn't wanted this. Nobody had.

"Is that so?" The Risen Prinxe murmured, the mask tilting to the side in contemplation. "Then do tell, I'm waiting. You only abandoned your own brother in a completely foreign world and expected him to survive all on his own while you, what, crowned yourself the Prince of Wrath?"

With each word, Kiuk stalked forward, zis voice deepening into a growl. Sakareth scrambled backwards, his back hitting the mountain rock wall behind him. Kiuk stopped, the mask tilting up, and he could see the brown eyes narrowed beneath the eyesockets of bone.

"I had to! They were going to force us to kill each other if they found him," Sakareth pleaded. When Kiuk took another step forward, crowding him against the wall, he closed his eyes and turned his head and let the words spill desperately past his lips. "I never wanted the throne! I never wanted to be the Eos-forsaken Prince of Godsdamned Wrath, I just wanted him to be safe! I just wanted you to be safe, and I didn't know how else to do that! If they ever found him, that would be it! They told me there could only be one of us!"

"Sakareth," Kiuk's voice was soft, but no, it wasn't Kiuk's voice anymore. Instead of the unfamiliar tinge of Terra to Kiuk's Cirx, his name was spoken with ever-present fire and coal.

Durazath lifted the deer skull mask off his face, dropping it off to the side and pulling him into a hug. Gasping for breath, Sakareth clung to his brother, burying his face in Durazath's shoulder and fighting off hot, suffocating tears.

"I'm sorry, Sakareth," Durazath whispered, but Sakareth shook his head.

"No, I'm sorry," he spoke, voice choked and trembling. "I'm sorry, I didn't know, I should've told you, I should've told Kiuk sooner, I should've said something about why I left you up here, I didn't know you didn't-"

"It's okay Saka," Durazath interrupted, holding him closer. "It's okay, I forgive you. I knew you must have had a good reason, but it's... nice to finally know it."

"I'm still sorry," Sakareth muttered, and Durazath nodded, running a hand through short blond waves and holding his brother close.

"It's okay, Saka. It's okay. I forgive you."

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Sakareth and leviath,, with

“Didn’t you guys used to best friends?”

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two demon princes talk abt their trauma! ouch

(CW: there's slight alluding to some ab/se, proceed with caution and ask to tag! ily)

At his question, the fingers in his hair stilled. Sakareth looked up at the Prince of Envy from his comfortable spot in the other's lap.

"No," Leviath answered shortly, and the fingers resumed their careful massaging. "No, we were not friends, and I don't believe we ever were. Prince Lucixiur hardly considered me as on the same level as him. He did... unspeakable things to many people. Including me. It was impossible to get away."

Sakareth nodded slowly, letting his eyes flutter shut. A soft purr started in his chest. "My mother used to preach about how I'd be the prince one day," he spoke softly. "She'd hold me to her impossible standards, and hurt me when I didn't meet them. It's not really the same, but..." Sakareth cracked an eye open, looking up at Leviath. "I understand feeling trapped."

Leviath smiled down at the Prince of Wrath. "It is better now though, yes?" He asked, dragging one of his hands down to cup Sakareth's face. "We are here, and they are not."

"Yeah," Sakareth agreed, leaning into Leviath's hand. A smile found its way onto his lips. "We're alive, and they're not. We're free, and we're free together."

Leaning down, Leviath pressed a small kiss to Sakareth's forehead.

"Yes," he murmured, a gentle, curved smile on his face. "We're free together."

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Your name is Sakareth. You are a young wrath demon prince by blood, which means you are both the son of the current wrath prince (Prince Almaran), and have the features of demonic royalty.

There can only be one prinxe per sin circle, or so the prince of pride (Prince Lucixiur) says. So now, you must fight your father to the death while the prinxes of the other six circles look on.

You wish you'd just stayed hidden away from the rest of the world.

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"Sakareth."

The whisper catches you off guard, and you turn your head slightly to see who had spoken. Prinxe Asmarath was by your right side, their three generals flanking their right.

Your nose wrinkles in disgust, and you go to turn your head away, but Prinxe Asmarath speaks again, softly, and something about their tone has you wondering. Something about their voice makes you feel better and worse all at the same time.

"Sakareth, how old are you?"

You’re not sure why they ask. You’re fairly certain you’re about to die, and are on the verge of either being sick or breaking down. And yet, you feel as though you should answer.

"I’m 0.16," you murmur back, standing up taller as you continue to follow Prince Lucixiur, Prince Leviath, and Prince Almaran. Prinxe Asmarath almost looks dismayed, but they don't say anything. You don't know if you want them to.

The stale air hits you again, and you step outside the castle.

The ground is soft beneath your feet, and Prince Lucixiur gestures for you to follow him and Prince Almaran into the wide clearing behind the castle. There are wrath demons flocking to the sidelines, murmuring and talking, some with excitement, others with dread. You see some of your old neighbors. They don't look at you. None of them do.

"You know the rules," Prince Lucixiur starts off coolly, and Prince Almaran rolls his eyes. You simply stand still with dread. "Fair fight only. Incapacitate the other, and the challenge will be won." The prince of pride gives you a look. "Hopefully, you remember what I instructed you to say. Wouldn't want to embarrass yourself in your last moments."

You feel heat flush to your ears, whether in shame or rage, you don't know. You don't like the prince of pride, you've decided. You certainly don't like Prince Almaran either, but it's not like you'll be around much longer anyways.

Prince Lucixiur leaves you, and you can't bring yourself to watch him go. Prince Almaran backs up a few leagues, giving you a nasty grin. The wrath demons whoop and cheer as he crouches, spreading his wings. He's deliberately showing off.

None of them spare you a single glance.

"You may begin." Prince Lucixiur's voice rings out over the crowd, and they quiet down, reduced to low murmurs and the rustling of wings. You swallow, trying to clear your throat as discreetly as possible.

"I am Sakareth," you state, a poor attempt to be bold. Your voice is wavering. "And I challenge Prince Almaran for the right to the throne of the circle of wrath."

You're trembling. You can't bring yourself to look anywhere away from the nasty expression on Prince Almaran's face. You're scared of the expressions that everyone else will have.

"I, Prince Almaran, accept your challenge, Sakareth."

You tense, shifting your feet, and Prince Lucixiur's voice rings out once more, a note of something like cruel joy in his tone.

"Let the challenge commence."

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

so I havent been posting about this here, but!! I've been writing short story snippets of VMV and posting them on AO3

I also include notes about the world and characters that appear in each of the chapters; in the latest chapter (4), I finally introduced Asmarath and Adulationis which I have been itching to do for a while

bc they're both super babey

anyways, go give that a read if ur interested uwo