#vmv durazath

[faemytho]

it is sakareth and durazath's birthday today!! YES i am celebrating my ocs' birthday what of it

ive only had these nerds for three years now, wtf. i love them severely, it feels like it's been way longer.

they belong to my original project, Vampire-Mythoverse! ask me abt it uwu

[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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(Prompts List)

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."

[faemytho]

bringing u some boys and enbies from the void!!

from left to right, prince sakareth, prinxe durazath, and prinxe nammon

pen sketches bc i Needed to draw something today n They popped up like "hello pls draw the Us"

they're from my og project, @vampire-mythoverse!

[faemytho]

Does prinxe mean nb?

yes! prinxe is one of the nonbinary titles for prince/princess (there are a few others, but i liked prinxe the most)

durazath and nammon are both technically nonbinary, but while durazath identifies as both male and the third gender in vmv's demon culture, nammon identifies as none of the three

durazath uses ze/zem and he/him pronouns, and nammon uses they/them

so while durazath doesn't mind being called prince or prinxe, nammon will dropkick you if you call them a prince

[faemytho]

happy Fucking birthday to my two idiot wrath prinxes, sock of wrath and duracell battery

[faemytho]

Saka and Dura being cute dum bros bls. ,,,,bonus points if it's fluffy,,,,

just two bros sharing dreams of a better life in the basement

sakareth and durazath // @vampire-mythoverse

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    “You know mom doesn’t like it when you come down to see me,” Durazath murmured, but he didn’t move, his arms wrapped firmly around his twin. Sakareth snuggled closer, eyes closed and a purr rumbling from his chest.

    “It’s okay,” Sakareth mumbled, sounding drowsy. “Mom left for a while. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

    “Yeah, but if she catches you down here, then what?” Durazath asked, looking worried. A hand tangled itself in Sakareth’s blond hair, gently undoing all the snarls and knots.

    “She won’t,” Sakareth yawned, lifting his head and looking up at his brother. “Stop worrying, Dura. We never get to spend time together. I miss you.”

    Durazath stared into Sakareth’s eyes, red meeting red, before he sighed and let his head drop back. “Fine,” he mumbled. After a moment, he spoke again, his words quiet. “… Can you tell me what you’re going to do when you become prince?”

    Sakareth beamed, giving a short victory laugh and snuggling his face in the crook of his brother’s neck. Durazath could feel his purr against his side, his twin’s happy contentedness contagious as his own purr began to rumble from his chest.

    “When I’m prince,” Sakareth murmured, a smile in his voice. “Everything will be better. We’ll rule together, no matter what mom says I can or can’t do. I’ll be the prince, and she can’t tell me what to do. When I’m prince, I’ll make sure we’ll never be sad. We can be like Prince Asmarath’s circle, happy and safe, and nobody has to fight anybody or kill anybody. It’ll be the best.”

    “You’ll be the best prince,” Durazath told him, giving in to the alluring comfort of closing his eyes and snuggling closer. “The best prince ever.”

    Sakareth murmured softly, a smile on his face as his breathing evened out. Durazath turned his head, cheek resting on his brother’s hair, and fell asleep beside him, lying on a blanket in the dim light of the basement.

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cifix vs durazath "I don’t mean to disrespect you…. but I am going to disrespect the law." NOW FIGHT

oh shit! oopsie!! spoilers!!

dammit, i wanted to keep durazath a secret until i posted sakareths story, oh well

cifix - ebsh royal guard

durazath - wrath demon lord

they both go here, except this is 10 years before vmv canon // @vampire-mythoverse

context: durazath is sakareth (the current demon prince of wrath)'s identical twin brother, which means durazath looks like a demon prince.

which is not good for our mortal, (newly appointed) royal guard friend cifix, who's strongly prejudiced against anything not mortal

i havent actually introduced durazath on the vmv blog yet so this is the first yall are seeing of him (well. if ur not in the discord server, yeah its the first ur seeing of him.

that u know of~)

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"Look, I don’t mean to disrespect you… but I am going to disrespect the law. So, bye-" With that, the demon turned tail and fled back into the trees. Cifix stared for a moment, shocked, before throwing all caution to the wind and giving chase.

The demon in question was a wrath demon, if he remembered correctly from the red wings, red horns, and the triangle tail shape. He'd never been so close to one before, and Elair be damned if he was going to let them get away. As far as he was concerned, the demons of Cirxia were a threat, and this was one no different.

It wasn't until he finally lost sight of them that he stopped, dropping his hands to his knees. Out of breath, he looked around, realizing with a cold jolt of fear that he had no idea where he was. There were trees all around him, but he recognized none of them.

"Ohhh, shit," he muttered, very aware of the light armor he wore, and how every noise in the forest seemed to still as it clinked against itself.

"Why'd you follow me?" A voice asked, and he yelped, drawing his sword in a swift motion and looking around. The voice came from above, and he looked up. The demon from before was crouched on one of the lower branches of the canopy of trees, staring down at him with piercing red eyes.

"I don't have to answer that," he snapped breathlessly, holding his sword in front of him with both hands. The reason wasn't important, anyways, and the demon didn't need to know it.

The demon tilted their head, shrugging. They didn't seem that worried.

"Just wanted to know. I didn't mean to wander so close to the edge of the forest," they murmured. "Sorry?"

Cifix stared. He could feel his heart pounding, both from having chased the demon and having said demon right there. Before he could stop himself, he blurted.

"Are you a prince?"

The demon blinked at him, and he tensed, waiting for their response. It was a valid question, he thought, because the demon didn't really look much like a common demon, or a demon general. The demon shuffled where they sat on the branch, their red scaled dragon wings curling closer to them.

"I don't have to answer that," they returned his words from before, and he watched their red tail curl around the branch. He backed up a step, suddenly unsure of himself. It didn't seem like the demon was aggressive, but Cifix had followed them all the way out here.

And if they were a prince, and just didn't want anyone to know, what did that mean for him?

"Listen, it- it doesn't matter then," he struggled to force the words out. Fear clawed its ugly way up into his chest as the demon turned their gaze down towards the sword he held. His mouth went dry.

The demon looked back up at him, and then, smiled incredulously.

"Do you not know the way back?" They asked, and Cifix huffed, offense rushing through him in spite of his fear.

"I do," he argued, sheathing his sword and turning back the way he'd came. At least, he thought it was that way. Without another word, he strode off into the forest.

"That's the wrong way," the demon called after him, and he ignored them.

By the time night had fallen, he'd begrudgingly accepted the demon's help, and found himself back at his village with the demon as the moon began to rise. To say he was surprised was an understatement. When he'd inquired, angrily, about the demon wanting repayment for helping him, the surprise only doubled.

The demon had smiled and shook their head, before disappearing back into the forest. He watched them go, confused and, though he was loathe to admit it, intrigued.

Because what kind of demon did something for others without wanting something in return?

[faemytho]

cringe fail sock(w)rath and his Definitely Does Not Exist Stop Asking Questions sib

the blorbo of all time, i love his emo edgy ass

and also his sibling that definitely doesnt exist, stop asking questions