・✶ ｡ synopsis — sethos just loves claiming you with his spit <3
warnings — spit kink, praising, petnames used: good girl, my dear, baby, fem! reader <3
the air surrounding your nostrils was thick and heavy with the scent of desire and the sound of ragged breaths looming above you. in the middle of all of it, you found yourself beneath sethos, his body pressed firmly against yours and moving, the weight of him grounding you in the most delirious way possible.
his eyes roam over your body freely and inspect your every reactions, taking in every inch of your exposed skin with an intensity that made your heart race as his hands clasp around your hips hard, firm and demanding, holding you in place as he moved within you, each thrust rippling through you as your back arched into him.
"you're so beautiful," sethos was quick to jump right into telling you what he's been thinking all night, his voice rough and filled with a rawness he couldn't possibly explain, "every single part of you, my dear."
flickering your stare to his eyes, your fingers dig into his shoulders as you attempt to hold yourself onto him harder, the intensity of his movements filling you completely as it was almost too much to bear for you.
regardless, you relished in it, truly, in the way he made you feel so utterly consumed, starting from your wet cunt getting stuffed full and your nipples getting played with by his digits twisting and brushing over them.
in a trice, sethos slants down until his breath brushes against your ear, his lips quirked up into an amused smirk, "open your mouth for me, yeah?" he whispers, "you know what to do," as his voice alone was almost enough to tip you over the edge.
naturally, you obey without hesitation, parting your lips as he hovers above you— you're cute when you're this obedient, sethos believes, and as his eyes locked onto yours, he slowly, deliberately, let a string of saliva fall from his mouth into yours, the messy drool perfectly hitting your tongue and bottom lip.
"swallow, show how much you like it," he commands, and something about the nerveless confidence in his choice of tone made you clench around his shaft which was completely stilled inside you now, his tip pressing deep into your mushy sweet-spot and coaxing out goosebumps all over your chest.
as always, you do as he asks, the taste of him filling your mouth as you swallowed his spit without hesitation. of course, the act was both degrading and thrilling at the same time, a testament to the trust and passion that existed between the two of you— not only that but it made you feel closer to him, more connected in a way that words could never fully capture, even if you tried.
sethos lips curve into a satisfied smile as he watched you moan after you swallow his saliva, "such a good girl, fuck— baby," he praises you with hearts in his eyes before slowly moving himself in and out of your warm cunt, "you take everything i give you so well, huh?"
your arousal messes him up as he resumed to his thrusts, each one deeper and more forceful than the last, his body moving with a relentless rhythm that left you breathless as his hands roam over the slopes of your body, his fingers tracing the contours of your skin.
each one of his grinds and hard thrusts were like a sting to your beating heart, his hips fucking you relentlessly as his tongue flickers out his mouth to taste the sweat that had gathered on your chest and erected nipples, the messy lap of his muscle sending sparks of pleasure through your body.
"mine," he growls, "all mine," as his teeth graze at one swollen nipple, the point of his nose bumping against your skin as he deliriously inhales your scent;
As the players took their positions for the final quarter, [Y/N] slumped back in her seat, the weight of anticipation settling heavily on her shoulders. She glanced at the scoreboard, her heart racing as she quietly whined to herself, “This is going to be so intense.”
With her fingers gripping the edge of her seat, she couldn’t shake off the nervous energy coursing through her veins. Every time the crowd erupted in cheers or gasps, her heart would leap, each sound amplifying her anxiety. The echoing chants of the fans, combined with the frantic movements on the court, created an atmosphere that was both thrilling and overwhelming.
Kinich, seated beside her, hummed in agreement, his arms crossed as he watched the coach on the sidelines intently. He seemed unfazed by the mounting tension; his calm demeanor contrasted sharply with [Y/N]’s restless energy. She stole glances at him, noting how he was focused on the game, his sharp gaze following every move the players made. It was as if he was dissecting the strategies, weighing their chances of success with every pass and dribble.
“Do you think they’ll manage to hold the lead?” [Y/N] asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she leaned closer to Kinich. The anxious flutter in her stomach twisted tighter as she considered the possibility of defeat. “What if they slip up? What if they—”
“They won’t,” Kinich interrupted softly, his tone reassuring. He turned slightly to face her, his expression serious yet encouraging. “Sethos has been working too hard for this. He won’t let them lose.” His confidence in their team was palpable, and [Y/N] found comfort in his unwavering belief.
She nodded, trying to embrace the optimism Kinich was offering, though doubt still lingered in her mind. Her eyes flickered back to the court, where the players were now gathering around the coach. The intensity of the moment hung in the air, each player’s focus razor-sharp as they absorbed the final strategies before the quarter began. The coach animatedly gestured with his hands, emphasizing key plays and encouraging them to stay on their toes.
[Y/N] watched as Sethos, ever the leader, stood tall among his teammates, nodding in agreement with the coach’s words. The way he commanded respect and attention filled her with pride, a warmth blooming in her chest despite her worries. She couldn’t help but admire how he seamlessly balanced intensity with charm, his determination shining through as he communicated with the other players.
Kinich’s voice broke through her reverie, “You know, it’s moments like this that make all the training worth it. They’ve come so far, and I know they’ll give it their all.”
His words resonated with her, igniting a spark of hope. [Y/N] straightened in her seat, her posture reflecting a newfound determination. “You’re right. They have to! I believe in them!” She clenched her fists, feeling the adrenaline coursing through her once again.
As the players broke from their huddle and took their positions on the court, [Y/N] could see the fire in their eyes, particularly in Sethos. The buzzer sounded, signaling the start of the final quarter, and the crowd erupted into cheers, the noise washing over her like a wave of energy.
Kinich leaned forward, his expression focused, while [Y/N] let out a determined shout alongside the fans, “Let’s go, Sumeru!” The excitement bubbled within her, pushing away her earlier doubts as she joined in the chant, her voice mingling with the collective roar of the crowd. The atmosphere was electric, and [Y/N] knew that despite the uncertainty, her heart was firmly rooted in support for Sethos and the entire Sumeru team.
Kinich felt the subtle vibration on his wrist before a soft beep emitted from his digital watch. Glancing down discreetly, his eyes narrowed as the screen flashed a warning: Potential Threat Detected—Abyss Activity in Proximity. His heart skipped a beat. Another Abyss threat?
The timing couldn’t be worse. A crowded arena, filled with hundreds of students, faculty, and spectators, was a prime target for any abyssal activity. Kinich clenched his jaw. He couldn’t risk an incident here, not with so many innocent lives at stake—and certainly not when revealing his identity was the last thing he wanted. The dilemma tore at him; while the game raged on and the crowd roared, a new, much deadlier danger lurked just outside the walls.
He swiftly turned off the beeper and silenced the warning. Damn it. The tension coursed through his veins as he looked around, weighing his options. He had to act fast, but any wrong move could expose him. His mind raced. Could he even handle this without drawing attention?
Kinich shifted in his seat, trying not to draw suspicion, but his body was coiled like a spring, ready to launch into action. He turned to [Y/N], who was still focused on the game, her hands clutched tightly in anticipation. He had no time to explain.
"I... I need to go for a second," he muttered, but [Y/N] barely heard him over the cheers and shouts in the stadium.
"Huh? Where are you—" she began, but Kinich had already pushed himself up, his movements precise and hurried. Without another word, he made his way out of the stands, disappearing into the crowd. [Y/N] blinked in confusion, watching as he quickly moved through the rows of seats, her eyebrows knitting together. Why did he leave so suddenly? She wondered, her thoughts swirling.
Kinich weaved through the crowd, his heart pounding faster with each step. His instincts screamed at him—he knew the Abyss was dangerous and unpredictable. Why now? Why here? But his thoughts were interrupted by a roar from the crowd as the announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers.
“Sumeru scores again!”
The noise of the arena drowned out everything else. [Y/N]'s attention shifted back to the game, her questions about Kinich’s abrupt exit momentarily forgotten. The excitement of the game pulled her in, her cheers joining the chorus around her. Meanwhile, Kinich slipped out of the building, the gravity of the situation hitting him harder than the roar of the arena behind him.
I have to be careful. One mistake... and it's over. His hands tightened into fists as he vanished into the shadows, ready to confront whatever lay ahead.
Kinich dove into a narrow alley, the shadows casting long, flickering shapes against the walls as he scanned the area for any sign of people. No one can see this. He glanced over his shoulder one last time, ensuring that the coast was clear. His breathing was shallow, his heart pounding, knowing that he had mere seconds to transform.
With a deep exhale, he extended his arm forward, his palm open. Green, pixelated energy began to swirl around him, starting at his fingertips. The transformation surged through his body in waves, and the energy enveloped him like a cloak, rippling with growing intensity. His human form flickered in and out of existence as the power of the Green Ghost took over, shifting his appearance into something beyond mortal. The air around him crackled and hissed, his once-human outline now bursting into a shroud of green.
As the energy solidified, Kinich felt the familiar rush—the weight of responsibility, the strength, the heightened senses. His suit materialized from the energy, melding with his body like a second skin. Green pixelated armor now covered his form, glowing faintly in the dim light. His mask, with its sharp edges and phantom-like eyes, slipped into place, concealing his true identity once again.
Kinich—no, the Green Ghost—stood there for a second, letting the transformation settle, his breath now calm and focused.
Time to move.
Without another moment of hesitation, he sprinted toward the source of the disturbance, his enhanced speed carrying him through the streets in a blur of green light. He could already hear the distant commotion: the sound of alarms blaring, the panicked screams of citizens. The scent of burning filled the air, mixing with the sharp metallic tang of danger. He vaulted over fences, darted through narrow alleys, and then, as he rounded a corner, the sight of the abyssal activity hit him full force.
A group of Riftwolves, their glowing red eyes gleaming menacingly, prowled the streets, their bodies exuding dark energy. Floating behind them were Abyss Mages, their shields of elemental power flickering as they unleashed blasts of fire and ice toward the terrified people scrambling for cover. The Riftwolves howled, their claws tearing into the concrete as they charged at anything that moved.
Kinich’s jaw clenched beneath his mask. There’s too many of them. But he had no choice—he had to act fast.
Without warning, one of the Abyss Mages noticed his arrival and fired a jet of flame toward him. The Green Ghost dodged, his body flipping in midair as the flames scorched the spot where he had been standing just seconds earlier. He landed with a roll, quickly regaining his stance. The wolves were on him in an instant, snarling and snapping their jaws, but he was faster.
One of the Riftwolves lunged, aiming to tear into him with its vicious fangs. Kinich side-stepped, bringing his green, glowing fist down hard onto the wolf’s back, sending it crashing into the ground with a pained howl. Another wolf rushed at him from behind, but he was ready this time, spinning and delivering a kick straight to its snout. The impact sent it skidding back into the pack, but more were already surrounding him, their eyes glowing with bloodlust.
Kinich summoned his energy, gathering a green aura in his palms before unleashing it in a wide arc. The pixelated energy shot forward, colliding with the Abyss Mages' shields. One of the shields shattered, and the mage let out a garbled scream as it recoiled from the blast, its floating form dropping lower to the ground.
Before Kinich could capitalize on the opening, two riftwolves lunged at him simultaneously. He leaped into the air, flipping backward as their massive jaws snapped inches below his feet. But they were relentless, bounding after him as he landed. He spun, raising his hand, and from it, a burst of green energy shot forth, forming a barrier between him and the oncoming wolves. The wolves crashed into the barrier, but Kinich didn’t stop—he immediately lunged forward, phasing through his own barrier and slamming his fist into one of the wolves, sending it flying.
The remaining Abyss Mages began chanting in unison, dark symbols swirling in the air around them. The ground beneath Kinich’s feet began to glow, pulsating with ominous energy. Abyssal traps. Kinich’s eyes widened under his mask—he had seconds before they activated.
Thinking fast, he dashed toward a nearby lamppost, vaulting over it and narrowly avoiding the eruption of dark energy from the ground. He landed in front of one of the Abyss Mages, who looked startled at his sudden speed. Kinich wasted no time—he grabbed the mage by the collar of its robes, yanking it forward before delivering a powerful punch to its mask. The mage's shield flickered once, twice, then shattered completely as it slumped to the ground, defeated.
But there was no time to rest. More Riftwolves were closing in, and the remaining Abyss Mage was conjuring another spell, its hands glowing with swirling ice.
A blast of freezing wind shot toward Kinich, but he reacted swiftly, dodging to the side. The ice spell missed him by inches, freezing a nearby car instead. He turned his attention to the last Riftwolf, now barreling toward him at full speed. With a quick leap, Kinich vaulted over the creature, landing smoothly behind it. He reached out with both hands, summoning the last of his energy to form a glowing green chain that wrapped around the wolf’s neck. With a grunt, he yanked hard, pulling the beast off its feet and slamming it into the ground with a deafening thud.
The final Abyss Mage shrieked in panic, trying to retreat, but Kinich was already there. In one fluid motion, he charged forward and delivered a swift, precise kick to its chest, sending it flying into the wall. The mage slumped to the ground, its dark energy dissipating as it let out one final groan.
Kinich stood amidst the wreckage, panting, his body sore from the intense battle. His stomach throbbed painfully, reminding him of the injury he had sustained earlier. He clutched his side, feeling the warm trickle of blood seeping through his suit.
“Not... good,” he muttered, leaning against the nearest wall for support. His vision blurred slightly, but he forced himself to stay upright. I can’t go down now. Not yet.
Suddenly, a high-pitched, taunting laugh echoed through the alley. Kinich gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing as he turned to face the source of the sound. Hovering above him, looking down with a smug expression, was Ajaw—the yellow-green pixelated dragon that seemed to delight in his suffering.
“Well, well... look who’s struggling,” Ajaw sneered, circling lazily in the air above him. “You really thought you could win, didn’t you?”
Kinich glared up at the dragon, his body trembling from exhaustion. “It’s too early for me to die yet,” he muttered under his breath, refusing to give Ajaw the satisfaction of seeing him fall.
Ajaw chuckled darkly. “We’ll see about that.”
Kinich's heart stopped when he heard the loud bang echo from inside the arena. His body stiffened, a surge of adrenaline pushing through his veins. He snapped his gaze back toward the stadium, eyes wide in panic. "No, not now." The weight of the situation hit him like a tidal wave. The Abyss wasn’t just attacking outside—it had found its way inside.
He cursed under his breath, wiping the sweat from his brow as he staggered forward. "Sethos... [Y/N]..." The thoughts of his friends flooded his mind as he forced his aching body to move, each step more agonizing than the last. Blood still seeped through his wound, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except getting back inside to save them. He had no choice—he had to protect them. His body protested as he sprinted toward the arena, his suit flickering slightly from the strain of his energy levels. But there was no time to worry about that. He had to get there before it was too late.
Inside the arena, the atmosphere had taken a sudden, unsettling shift. The match had been halted, the crowd murmuring in confusion as a tremor rocked the floor beneath them. [Y/N] stood up, her heart hammering in her chest as she looked around, eyes wide with alarm. "What’s going on?" she whispered, glancing at Kinich’s empty seat, then back to the court where the players stood frozen.
The arena’s bright lights flickered once, twice, before a resounding quake shook the ground, sending a collective gasp through the audience. People were beginning to panic, some already rushing toward the exits in a desperate attempt to escape. The tension was thick, and [Y/N] felt her stomach churn with an uneasy dread.
"Something’s wrong," she thought, gripping the edge of her seat. She turned her head frantically, searching for Kinich, but he was nowhere to be found. Where did he go?
Before she could gather her thoughts, the court erupted into chaos. Out of nowhere, a dark rift tore through the center of the stadium floor, pulsating with ominous energy. The ground cracked and splintered as multiple Rifthounds—massive, snarling beasts—emerged from the abyss, their red, glowing eyes scanning the area. The creatures growled menacingly, their claws digging into the polished wood of the court as they prowled forward.
The players on both teams scrambled back in shock. Sethos' eyes widened as he spotted the creatures, his first instinct to shield his teammates. "Get back!" he shouted to them, signaling for the others to move to safety. The crowd erupted into full-blown panic as dozens of people surged toward the exits, pushing and shoveling in their desperation to flee the arena.
[Y/N] tried to move, but the flood of people was overwhelming. She was shoved from side to side, struggling to keep her feet. Her breaths came out ragged, panic setting in as she found herself trapped in the sea of bodies. "I need to get out of here," she thought frantically, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t push through the mass of terrified citizens.
The Rifthounds leaped toward the stands, their snarls echoing through the arena as they targeted the panicked crowd. One of the beasts lunged at a nearby section of people, sending chairs and debris flying in every direction. Screams filled the air as citizens fell to the ground, some injured from the stampede and others wounded by the attacking Rifthounds.
[Y/N] gasped, fear gripping her chest as she stumbled back, desperately trying to find a way out. But there were too many people, too much chaos, and no clear path to safety. Her heart raced as her mind flooded with fear for Sethos, for herself, and for everyone trapped in the arena.
Suddenly, she heard her name being called, cutting through the chaos. "[Y/N]!"
She turned her head sharply, spotting Sethos pushing his way through the crowd, his eyes locked on her with urgency. Relief washed over her, but it was fleeting. He was too far, and the chaos was only getting worse. "[Y/N], over here!" he shouted again, his voice barely audible over the screams and the sound of the Rifthounds tearing through the stadium.
"Sethos!" she called back, her voice shaky as she reached out toward him. She tried to push through the crowd, but the mass of bodies moving in all directions made it impossible. She was jostled left and right, her feet stumbling as she struggled to stay upright. Panic clawed at her throat, but she couldn’t give up. She had to get to him.
Sethos’ eyes darted around the arena, his jaw clenched in determination. He saw the Rifthounds getting closer, and his protective instincts flared. "I need to get to her—now." He shoved past the remaining crowd, his hands cutting through the throng of people like a swimmer through water.
Just as [Y/N] felt herself losing hope, she saw Sethos closing the distance, his eyes blazing with determination. She reached out to him, her fingers brushing against his arm. But before they could grab hold of each other, a deafening roar erupted from the court as one of the Rifthounds pounced, sending more people scattering in all directions.
The rifthound’s massive claws struck the ground inches away from where Sethos stood, debris flying everywhere. "[Y/N], stay back!" he shouted, trying to shield her from the chaos.
"I can’t—there’s no way out!" [Y/N] cried, her voice filled with fear and frustration.
Just as the Rifthound growled, preparing to charge again, Sethos grabbed [Y/N] by the wrist and pulled her toward him, shielding her with his body. "I’m not letting anything happen to her," he thought, his grip tightening protectively around her.
But the chaos wasn’t over. More Rifthounds were circling, their blood-red eyes locked onto the fleeing crowd. And though Sethos managed to pull [Y/N] to safety for the moment, the danger was far from gone.
The two of them stood frozen for a brief second, the madness of the arena whirling around them. [Y/N] clung to Sethos’ arm, her breath coming in quick, panicked gasps. She glanced up at him, fear clear in her eyes. He gave her a reassuring nod, his eyes softening for a split second before hardening again in determination.
"We need to get out of here," he said, his voice low and tense. "Stay close to me. I won’t let anything happen to you."
As they tried to make their way through the chaos, Sethos kept glancing back at the Rifthounds, his mind racing for a plan. There was no telling how long they had before more of the creatures overran the arena, and he had to keep [Y/N] safe at all costs.
But somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered where Kinich had gone.
The chaos enveloped the arena like a storm, a cacophony of screams and growls, and the shattering of glass echoing in every corner. Sethos and [Y/N] stood back-to-back, eyes darting around for any semblance of safety. The Rifthounds prowled closer, their menacing forms lurking in the shadows, waiting for their opportunity to strike.
Sethos gripped [Y/N]'s hand tightly, his heart racing as he assessed their surroundings. "We have to find a way out," he said, urgency lacing his voice. But everywhere he turned, there were Rifthounds, their sharp teeth glistening as they stalked the terrified crowd. The oppressive fear weighed heavily in the air, and every instinct screamed that time was running out.
They moved cautiously through the arena, dodging panic-stricken spectators. As they navigated through the chaos, Sethos could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, mingled with a sense of dread. His protective instincts kicked in, and he urged [Y/N] to stay close. But the sheer number of Rifthounds made each step feel increasingly futile.
Suddenly, one of the Rifthounds lunged toward them, jaws snapping dangerously close to Sethos’ shoulder. He barely managed to sidestep in time, the creature's breath hot against his skin. "Watch out!" he shouted, pushing [Y/N] behind him instinctively.
The beast growled, baring its fangs as it circled, ready to pounce again. Sethos' heart raced as he contemplated their dwindling options. He didn’t want to fight; he wanted to protect her. But the creatures were relentless, pressing in from all sides.
"Stay back!" Sethos shouted, taking a defensive stance, ready to engage the Rifthound if necessary. His muscles tensed, adrenaline pumping as he faced the snarling beast. But just as he prepared to strike, another Rifthound joined the first, flanking them.
Before he could react, the first beast lunged again, its claws slashing through the air. Sethos barely dodged, but not without consequence. He felt a sharp pain as one of the rifthound's claws raked across his side, a hot line of agony igniting in his abdomen. He stumbled back, feeling the warmth of his own blood seeping through his shirt.
"[Y/N]!" he gasped, feeling momentarily light-headed as he fought against the growing haze of pain. "I can’t—"
He saw her, standing firm, eyes wide with fear but fierce determination. "No, Sethos! Don’t!" she shouted, stepping forward, willing to defend him. She picked up a broken piece of wood from the floor, gripping it tightly, her knuckles turning white.
But Sethos shook his head, gritting his teeth against the pain. "You can't fight them! It’s too dangerous!"
“I’m not leaving you!” [Y/N] yelled back, her voice rising over the chaos as she brandished the makeshift weapon. She couldn't just stand by while he was hurt. She couldn’t let anything happen to him.
With a surge of bravery, she charged toward the closest Rifthound, swinging the wood with all her might. It connected with the creature’s side, causing it to snarl and pivot toward her with renewed aggression. "Get away from him!" she shouted defiantly, even as her heart raced in her chest.
Sethos felt a pang of fear at seeing her confront the beast, and his instincts kicked in. Ignoring the pain shooting through his side, he moved to protect her, but the second Rifthound lunged forward, forcing him to focus on it instead. He sidestepped the attack, adrenaline dulling the pain momentarily as he prepared to counter.
The two Rifthounds were relentless, growling as they pressed forward, pushing Sethos and [Y/N] closer to the center of the arena, where the panic had reached a fever pitch. Sethos swung his fists, trying to fend them off, but with every strike, he felt himself growing weaker, the blood from his wound beginning to soak through his shirt.
"[Y/N], we have to go now!" he urged, gasping as he turned back to her, struggling to keep his focus amidst the chaos. "There’s an exit over there!" He pointed to a doorway that seemed less crowded, though it was still far from safe.
But [Y/N] shook her head vehemently. "You’re hurt! You need to—"
"I'll be fine!" he snapped, desperation fueling his words. "We can’t stay here! They’ll overwhelm us!"
With a determined glint in her eye, [Y/N] stepped closer, reaching out to him. "You’re not fine, Sethos! I won’t let you get hurt worse. Just hold on." She could see the fatigue on his face, the way he struggled to keep his footing.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Sethos relented, allowing [Y/N] to support him as they staggered toward the exit. He leaned against her, using her strength as he fought through the pain. She was right; he needed her now more than ever.
They pushed their way through the crowd, dodging frantic spectators and the screaming beasts that seemed to be everywhere. Each step felt like a battle against the tide of chaos, and with every moment, the noise grew louder, the pressure more intense.
Finally, they reached the doorway, but as they approached, a Rifthound burst through, snapping at their heels. Sethos instinctively pushed [Y/N] behind him, raising his arm to shield her.
"Go!" he shouted, adrenaline surging. "I’ll hold it off!"
"No!" she cried out, fear flooding her voice. "We can fight it together!"
But there was no time. The Rifthound lunged, and with a final surge of strength, Sethos swung at it with the makeshift weapon he had grabbed from the ground, knocking it back.
With his side throbbing, he felt the fire of determination burning in his chest. He wouldn’t let anything happen to [Y/N]. As the beast stumbled, they seized their chance, sprinting through the doorway just as the creature regained its balance.
Bursting into the cool air outside, they tumbled onto the pavement, breathless and shaken. The chaos from within the arena faded slightly, replaced by the blaring sirens and distant shouts of people trying to regain control. But they were free—at least for the moment.
"[Y/N]... I..." Sethos gasped, feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling him down. He glanced at her, worry etched across her face. "I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to get caught up in all of this."
Tears welled in her eyes as she shook her head, taking his hand firmly in hers. "I’m just glad we’re out. But you need to rest."
As they staggered through the wreckage and chaos of the arena, Sethos’ steps became increasingly unsteady. His breathing was labored, his body drenched in sweat from the effort of pushing forward despite the wound that weakened him. Then, without warning, his legs gave out beneath him, and he crumpled to the ground with a painful groan. The sudden weight of his body dragged [Y/N] down with him, her knees scraping against the debris-littered floor.
"Sethos!" [Y/N] cried out, scrambling to his side in alarm. Her hands trembled as she cradled his face, gently patting his cheeks, trying to keep him awake. His skin felt cold and pale from the blood loss. Her heart pounded in her chest, the terror gripping her more tightly than ever. "Sethos, stay with me! Please, wake up!" she pleaded, her voice cracking, tears welling up in her eyes.
His blood stained her clothes, the sticky warmth of it soaking into the fabric as she desperately tried to keep him conscious. Sethos groaned faintly, but his eyes remained half-closed, his body limp. The sight of him like this broke something inside her. She couldn’t lose him, not like this—not another person she loved.
With shaky hands, [Y/N] fumbled for her phone, her fingers slick with Sethos’ blood. She managed to unlock the screen, tears streaming down her face as she opened her contacts to call for help. "Come on... please," she whispered under her breath, her heart in her throat as she hit the call button for emergency services.
But nothing happened.
Her phone's screen flashed, indicating that she was out of data. The call failed. "No... no, no, no!" she whimpered, her voice rising in desperation. "Not now! Please!" She frantically tried again, but the outcome was the same. The cold realization hit her like a punch to the gut—she couldn’t reach anyone.
Her vision blurred as tears filled her eyes, her chest tightening in panic. She looked down at Sethos, still unconscious, his breath shallow, his skin growing even paler by the second. "Sethos, I can't—I can’t do this without you," she sobbed, her voice breaking as the weight of her helplessness crushed her. "Please, don't leave me!" She tried to lift him, pulling at his arm and wrapping her arms around his torso to get him upright, but he was too heavy, too weak to stand. Her muscles strained under the effort, but it was no use.
She collapsed beside him, tears spilling freely down her cheeks as she clung to him. Her voice wavered, filled with the fear of losing him. "I can't lose you too," she whispered, her voice barely audible, broken with grief. Her mind flashed back to all the times she had lost people she cared about, and now—Sethos? No, she couldn’t bear the thought.
Just when despair seemed to overwhelm her, she heard hurried footsteps approaching. A group of medics appeared, rushing toward them, carrying stretchers and emergency supplies. "Over here! Please, help him!" [Y/N] cried out, waving them over, her voice hoarse from the strain.
The medics swiftly kneeled beside Sethos, assessing his injuries with practiced efficiency. [Y/N] could barely breathe as she watched them work, her hands shaking uncontrollably. "Be careful with him, please," she begged, her voice trembling. Her eyes never left Sethos' face, terrified that if she blinked, he would slip away from her.
One of the medics gently but firmly placed Sethos onto a stretcher, securing him for transport. They lifted him with care, their movements precise and professional, but all [Y/N] could see was the lifeless pallor of his face, the blood that continued to seep from his wound. Her heart twisted painfully as she followed them, staying close to Sethos' side as they carried him toward a nearby exit.
As they reached the doors leading outside the arena, the cold night air hit [Y/N], grounding her for a moment in the reality of the situation. She should have felt some relief—Sethos was in good hands now, and they were getting him to safety. But her mind couldn’t rest, because in the back of her thoughts, a nagging worry clawed at her heart.
Kinich.
She hadn’t seen him since he left so suddenly. And the loud bang earlier—it had come from inside the arena. What if he was still in there? What if he was in danger too? The thought sent a fresh wave of panic coursing through her. She couldn’t bear the idea of something happening to him as well.
As the medics loaded Sethos into the ambulance, one of them turned to [Y/N], calling out to her, "Miss! You should come with us. We’re taking him to the hospital."
But [Y/N] shook her head, the weight of her decision settling heavily in her chest. She glanced at Sethos, still unconscious, and her heart broke again. "I’m so sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I’ll be back. I promise."
Without another word, she turned and sprinted back toward the arena, her feet pounding against the pavement, her breaths ragged and uneven. Her mind raced with fear, her heart heavy with guilt. She couldn’t leave Sethos like that—but Kinich was still inside. She had to find him. She had to make sure he was okay.
The fear of losing another person she cared about drove her forward, faster and faster, until the only thing that mattered was getting back inside, finding Kinich, and making sure he was safe. She couldn’t lose him too—not today.
The rush of panicked footsteps and terrified screams surrounded [Y/N] as she pushed her way through the crowd, trying desperately to swim against the tide of people fleeing the arena. Her body was jostled and shoved by the sea of bodies, her small frame being buffeted from all sides by those running toward the exits. The air was thick with fear, the collective panic of the crowd almost suffocating. But she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t turn back.
"Kinich!" she shouted, her voice strained and hoarse as she pushed forward, calling out his name over and over. "Kinich, where are you?"
Her throat burned, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was finding him and making sure he was safe. Her mind raced with images of what could be happening inside—monsters tearing through the arena, the chaos, the danger. Kinich had gone in alone, and she couldn’t bear the thought of him facing whatever was in there by himself.
"Kinich!" she called again, her voice barely audible over the din of people rushing past her.
Just as she was about to re-enter the court, a firm hand gripped her arm, stopping her in her tracks. She turned to find an officer blocking her path, his face stern and his voice authoritative. "Stop," he ordered, his voice cutting through the noise. "You can’t go back in there. A civilian shouldn’t interfere in Abyss operations. You need to evacuate immediately."
It was as if the world tilted beneath her. The reality of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks. This wasn’t just a chaotic evacuation—there were Abyssal creatures inside, dangerous monsters that could kill anyone who crossed their path. Her heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears as she shook her head frantically. "No, you don’t understand," she said, her voice desperate. "My best friend is in there! Kinich—he’s somewhere in the arena, and I have to find him!" Tears welled up in her eyes, the panic and fear in her chest swelling until it threatened to overwhelm her.
The officer, a tall man with dark hair and an air of unshakable authority, narrowed his eyes at her. His gaze was intense, but not unkind. "I understand you’re worried, but we have trained professionals handling the situation. We will do everything we can to find him. Right now, you need to get to safety."
"I can’t leave him!" [Y/N] cried, her voice breaking as tears spilled down her cheeks. "Please! His name is Kinich, and he’s—he’s my best friend, and I can’t lose him! Please, find him!" Her chest heaved with sobs, the fear of losing Kinich suffocating her.
The officer—Wriothesley, judging by the name stitched onto his uniform—paused for a moment, his expression softening just enough for her to see that he understood. He let out a low sigh, then nodded. "Okay," he said, his voice quieter now, more reassuring. "We’ll find him. But I need you to describe him for me, alright? What does he look like?"
[Y/N] nodded quickly, trying to compose herself enough to speak. "He’s—he has light tan skin, black hair with blue undertones, and amber and green eyes." Her voice trembled as she spoke, her mind conjuring an image of Kinich’s face, the familiar warmth in his eyes, the way he always stood with his arms crossed, watching over her like a protective shadow. The thought of him alone in the arena, facing who knows what, made her heart ache.
Wriothesley nodded, committing the description to memory. "We’ll find him," he promised, his voice steady and calm. He turned to his men, issuing orders with a commanding tone. "Spread out and look for the boy matching this description. Move quickly."
The officers moved into action, fanning out to search the arena. Wriothesley turned back to [Y/N], his face serious. "You need to evacuate now. We’ll handle the rest."
[Y/N] hesitated, her heart screaming at her to stay, to keep looking for Kinich herself. But she knew she was powerless against the Abyssal creatures. She had no choice but to trust them—to trust Wriothesley and his team to find Kinich. Her hands shook as she wiped away her tears, her chest heavy with a sense of helplessness that threatened to consume her.
"Please... please find him," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her heart clinging to the fragile hope that Kinich was still alive.
Wriothesley gave her a reassuring nod, then gestured to two of his men to escort her out of the arena. They gently guided her toward the exits, but not before she cast one last desperate glance back at the court. Her eyes swept over the chaos, the flickering lights, and the sounds of panic still echoing through the air.
As she was ushered away, her heart clenched painfully, the weight of fear and uncertainty pressing down on her. Every step she took away from the arena felt like a betrayal, like she was abandoning Kinich when he needed her the most. But there was nothing more she could do. She could only pray.
With every shaky breath, she whispered a silent prayer. "Please, Kinich... be okay."
