#verse; tainted

[chosenbythecrystal-archived]

“This is one of my favorites, do you know what it does? Why, I’ll demonstrate.”

Starters | Serial Killer

Noctis didn’t know. He didn’t know what any of Ardyn’s little toys did before the man used them. All he knew was that they caused pain and Ardyn was skilled at using them. If this was Ardyn’s favourite...well, he didn’t even want to think about how much this next session was going to hurt.

He could make it stop. Ardyn constantly told him that – told him that he didn’t like hurting him and he wouldn’t have to if Noctis would stop being so stubborn. All he had to do was submit, accept Ardyn as his master and the pain would stop. There was no point fighting it – Noctis was a daemon now and Ardyn controlled daemons.

Body and mind were both crying out to submit to their master – to just stop fighting and allow the scourge to fully corrupt him, to kill what little humanity he still had left. He had already been abandoned by both his friends and the Astrals – the burns up his arm from touching the crystal being proof of that.

There was nothing left for him.

Even so, he wasn’t ready to give up. Not quite yet so when Ardyn stepped into the cell, tool in hand, Noctis stepped back as far as his chains would allow. The daemon glared, an series of embarrassingly monstrous noises passing his lips.

“Fuck. You.”

[chosenbythecrystal-archived]

015. — Grab my muse by the hair.

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Darkness.

For some time, darkness had been the only constant in his life. The cell he was in was small, only featuring a hard mattress, a toilet and a sink and had no windows so Noctis was unable to see the outside world – he wasn’t even sure he wanted to. The former chosen had lost track of how long he had been in that room, the only slight indicator that time had passed  being the occasional meal that was slid through a small hatch in the door, but that seemed to be random.

At first, he had refused the food – it was mostly human flesh, but eventually the daemon within him had won out, tempted by the smell. He’d thrown up in the toilet after his first meal not because it was disgusting but because it actually tasted good. He was eating people – people who had a family, a life – it shouldn’t taste good. He wondered if he’d even be able to stomach human food now. He didn’t look like a typical daemon – he shared many of the features Ardyn had when he wasn’t masking his appearance, something he assumed was because of their bloodline – but he was very much a daemon in nature.

After a while, he had stopped eating, ignoring his his hunger as he spent his time curled up on the small bed staring into nothing. He wondered if Ardyn had forgotten about him. He hadn’t seen the man since he had thrown him in there, angered that the Prince had been rejected by the crystal as if it was Noct’s fault that he was like this.

Ardyn was the one that made him what he was, after all.

Footsteps sounded outside his cell, but he didn’t look up – not even at the sound of the door unlocking. If anything, he only curled up tighter as Ardyn stepped over the trays of untouched food. He knew it was Ardyn – who else would it be?

The man softly called his name in that fake, caring tone that he used – called him Noct as if they were friends. Noctis ignored him, hoping he’d go away and just leave him to rot. That was what he had done up to that point, so why the change of heart? Maybe Ardyn was finally just going to kill him.

A hand tangled itself in his hair, gripping tightly as Ardyn yanked him off the bed and turned him to face him. The grip in his hair, while painful, was the only thing keeping him upright. He didn’t speak, he had nothing to say and he wasn’t sure he’d even be able to with how unused his voice had become.

[chosenbythecrystal-archived]

“Shut up or I’ll wrap your intestines around your throat like a scarf.”

Torture sentence starters

Noctis let out a growl – a guttural, non-human noise that surprised even him. It scared him how much of a monster he had become, both in appearance and in nature. His eyes were an amber gold much like Ardyn’s, his veins black and prominent with scourge dripping from his lips and eyes. Unlike Ardyn, Noctis couldn’t conceal his daemonic appearance. For that very reason, he avoided mirrors and anything else he could see his reflection in – it made him feel sick. 

Noctis was on the basement level of the keep, suspended from the ceiling by his wrists. The young daemon had attempted to escape, slaughtering a large number of Ardyn’s daemons during his rampage. Ardyn had caught him of course and he had been dragged into a large, empty room and left there for what felt like days.

When Ardyn finally returned for him, he was brandishing a whip, his expression far too cheerful for Noct’s liking. His shirt was cut from his body before the man cracked the whip against his skin, not taking any liberties with the force behind it. His skin broke open instantly but Noctis remained stoic.

For the first few hits at least.

After the fifth, the Prince began to cry out, calling Ardyn every name he could think of, telling him just how much he hated him and how if he wasn’t chained to the ceiling, he would rip him apart.

“A-Ah…fuck you.”

[chosenbythecrystal-archived]

“Don’t look your master in the eyes.” [ think this suits our daemon au ]

Starters | Servant/Pet

Noctis Lucis Caelum was not used to following orders. He was the Prince of Lucis…or at least he used to be. Now he was nothing – the Chosen King tainted to the point both the astrals and the past kings rejected him. He was a monster, a mere shadow of the person he once was, the fight having long since left him and oh how he had fought.

Now he was just a pawn in Ardyn’s sick games, practically useless for anything other than serving the Accursed – his King. He hated it and he hated Ardyn, but there really was no other place for him anymore. Ardyn had made sure of that. The occasional glare was the only defiance the young daemon could afford these days and now Ardyn seemed spiteful enough to take that away from him too.

“You’re not my master.” The words were spoke with little determination, Noctis barely believing them himself as he reluctantly complied, his gaze falling from the man’s eyes to his shoes.

[wolfabysswalker-blog]

@yellowfingcr

“That crown, are you of the Xanthous scholars?” He asked confused of where he was now.

[wolfabysswalker-blog]

@grave-mentor

“Halt, who goes there?” He warned, he was not in his usual element that’s for sure.

[wolfabysswalker-blog]

@fantasy-dxys

“Pardon me but have you seen a wolf with a blade in it’s mouth. If not my utmost apologies for bothering you.”

[wolfabysswalker-blog]

verse; Time of Lords

This is a pre-death verse for Artorias, before he faced Manus.

Verse; Tainted

In this verse Artorias has been resurrected and still lives but is in exile as he was tainted by the abyss and its utter darkness. The shame of his failure prevents him from ever returning to Anor londo.