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Slaughter Lamb from Hellgreaser
Slaughter Lamb || Closed || XPrinceOfAsgard
[[This doesn’t have to be Para at all. I actually tried to keep the opener just quasi-para, just to set the scene for an AU where we could just tear Prince apart. ♡]]
The hill was bleak, grey rock where they pitched the sacrificial stake, a weighty spar, wedged into the broken slate. It thrust up from the wasted plain that stretched out between the mountains’ spurs.
They bound the prince with manacles and chains of filigreed silver upon gold, ladening his lithe frame with a king’s ransom in precious gems and salt-water pearls, set in all manner of rings and necklaces, belts and cuffs.
They had fed him cabochon jewels as though they’d been pills, a small fortune in his belly, then abandoned him on the little cliff like some base-born bastard of mishapen form.
None stayed to guard, for no thief would dare come nigh the Sacrifice. Not with the shadow of the lokiluin, the Blue Dragon, already circling high above the plain.