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I think it's finally time to document a list of games I loveđŻđ
Still⊠I didn't expect it to take so much time. I ended up discarding several layouts along the wayâïž
With a bit of personal bias, I also want to recommend these games to you.ăI'm deeply grateful that these games exist â they accompanied me, supported me, and helped me through a very long period of my lifeđȘđȘ
To all the creators behind these works, I offer my highest respect.
Thank you for your incredible creativity, and thank you for everythingđ«â€ïžâđ„â€ïžâđ„â€ïžâđ„
A bit of context: this comic takes place quite a long time ago. They were younger and still figuring out how to make things work in the circus. The first version of their outfits wasnât comfortable, since their bodies are different, which led to the redesign and custom-made clothes for all of them after this incident.
Besides the outfit changes, youâll also get a small spoiler about Pierrotâs rule!
Also! Thank you @destinysquared for helping me correct some poses and adjust a few things in the comic!
A bit of context: this comic takes place quite a long time ago. They were younger and still figuring out how to make things work in the circus. The first version of their outfits wasnât comfortable, since their bodies are different, which led to the redesign and custom-made clothes for all of them after this incident.
Besides the outfit changes, youâll also get a small spoiler about Pierrotâs rule!
Also! Thank you @destinysquared for helping me correct some poses and adjust a few things in the comic!
So this fic took longer than expected. I tried my best to write Cero here and probably failed miserably at it /lh. This is mainly because it's the first time I wrote an egotistical prick like Cero.
I tried to draw the two for this because why not? Plus it's fun to draw Cero ngl, even if it was a bit challenging.
The sour grape, Cero and Reiba belongs to @eldritch-spouse. Please support the amazing artist/writer, she deserves it for making me interested and simp for her characters! đ
CW: Mentions of Forced Marriage; Cero is his own warning; Toxic relationship; Mention of Egg-preg; Choking
Heavy footsteps of the Queen of Pride echoed the hallways with the team of imp servants scuttering about and dutifully fulfilling their roles. His towering body felt like an intimidating giant in comparison, one that radiates respect and coldness, fitting for his role as a ruler. The additional permanent aloofness only serves to support it. He didnât even need to use his sharp violet eyes to know that his presence made the servantsâ bodies tense up like statues despite working for him for several months, which was understandable given their King has the patience of a spoiled toddler and the Queen has the aura that screams âTest my patience and you will regret itâ.Â
Everyone in the mansion could tell that there was tension between the royal couple, but none dared to say a peep.
Lucian, a name he gave himself for centuries, has long blonde hair tied to the back - showing his smooth square face and forced to wear a face-cringing and stuffy suit in purple and black to match his husband. It was one he hated wearing from the amount of sweat heâd accumulated within the past few hours, and being in a hot environment like Hell doesnât help.Â
The purple scales on his hand and arms itched with the temptation to lull him into scratching it. It took all of his willpower to reign himself on an imaginary leash so he wouldnât try ripping off his clothes just to feel a semblance of coolness brushing through his muscular body. If he did that, Cero would be popping more veins than Lucian growing more strands of grey hair, and while the image was enticing, another round of unnecessary tantrums made him mentally shove it into the depths of his mind.
Quiet frankly, the existence of Cero being the King of Pride was an indirect mockery to Lucian who he considers himself to embody the sin. So much so, that he wants the world to smite the pale demon on his behalf.Â
The long and wide hallway of the mansion was dawned in hues of purple and black, in contrast to Lucianâs castle thatâs in white and purple. The expensive and high-quality pieces of furniture and decorations in every corner and inch of the place would make any lower class cry in awe.Â
The walls hung the many paintings of the King with his familiar yet disgusting arrogance and sharp facial features that reflected the Pride Ring it represented. The dreaded atmosphere lingered on those braved enough to walk into its unwelcoming embrace that threatened to suffocate you of all your worth.
Always striving for perfection, was what Lucian can describe as his asshole of a husband. He could hardly remember how many times he wanted to knock Ceroâs ego down a peg over the course of their marriage. Hell, he sometimes thought of railing him to submissiveness every time he opened his mouth, no matter how much the idea made him grimace. The fucking demon is really edging him this far. Itâs almost impressive.
He had no one but himself to blame for his predicament. His cold heart thumped when Cero showed him the contract, albeit a corrupted one, but a good one nonetheless. The way he holds himself. The way he explains the process of the contract, simultaneously expresses his pride for his skills and intelligence. It was the ideal courtship he imagined, minus the kidnapping, and he fell hard for it. Even if he didnât, it wasnât like he had any other choice. From what he learned, Icons of Hell are forces that shouldnât be trifled with, and he could get severely injured in the process. Even if he did won, he had to crawl himself out of Hell and getting more injured from other demons. Whether they care about the death of the Icon of Pride or not is up in the air and Lucian won't take his chances.
Because of these raging fantasies that will lead to his ending, his footsteps quicken to speed walking pace towards the library, causing many of the passing servants to sweat drop from the intense aura he emits mixed with his resting bitch face. Itâs a sanctuary for him and the one place he can indulge in his hobby while pretending he isnât stuck in a prison that he canât escape from.Â
For once, he can fantasize a life where he was in a âbetterâ relationship.
With someone who doesnât say his handmade violet gemstone, an indirect âI love you. so. fucking. muchâ, that it wouldnât look âperfectâ for any artificial trinket. The gall to insinuate a dragonâs gem wonât look magnificent unless itâs turned into a fucking accessory is a personal insult to its creator. Oh if only that demon understood how much he left a crack in his Queenâs heart that day.
Just say my gem is garbage, you fuck. He huffed, brushing his blonde hair back.
Sure, the gem was not perfect, but Lucian had made countless attempts to form his scales into gems in secret for over a month, many of which were wasted because it wasnât up to his standards, until it was exactly how he wanted to look. All those tiring days to form a singular scale into a suitable gemstone for his mate. Even, the head servant was willing to help keep his project hush-hush from Cero and give her different flavors of puddings for compensation.Â
The result was an almost palm-sized, smooth purple gem with slight bumps, shaped like an oval. He vividly remembered how his chest puffed up with pride at his creation.
The failed creations still sat in his personal bedroom drawer to this day as a reminder of his endeavor and that hell forsaken reaction.
A part of his mind reminded him that it was a Pride Demonâs love language, to make everything about them and show little vulnerability, but that went one ear and out the other.Â
The cold air seeps through the faint crack of the large door and embraces the newcomer as the door is pushed open and rumbles through the large and grand library, filled with thousands of books and organized into their categories. Cero had demanded that all of the servants ensure that not a single book was misplaced or damaged, lest they want to face the wrath of the Icon. An act that Lucian appreciates, almost made the edges of his lips tug up when no one was looking.
While he scans through the various shelves, one section catches his eyes and widens like saucers. Thereâs an entire six rows of novels with a hardcover and arranged in their perspective genres. The humanoid dragon didnât recall ever seeing this new section and he doubted Cero was the kind to read these books, trying to search his already old memories to find answers, until one event came to mind, a complaint that he made to his husband about the lack of novels in the library and got told that his taste in books was god awful. Another petty grudge to hold against him.
The frown turned upside, forming into a genuine, rare, warm smile, forgetting his frustrations with his pompous husband. âYou exceeded my expectations once againâ He humored himself, as he took a random novel off the shelf and sat near the windowsill, turning to the first page.Â
Lucian was already planning out his quality time with Cero in his mind, while simultaneously flipping through the pages and reading the sentences. Maybe he should start creating his second gem. A âperfectâ one this time.
A serene ambiance settles into the library that dayâŠâŠ
Insecurity is an ugly feeling to have, especially for a proud demon. It will gnaw at them till they do something to prove that little whisper in their heads that whatever degradation it throws their way is completely wrong, a lie that should never be said in the first place.Â
Unfortunately, Cero canât entirely control how his feelings and mind operate. Ever since he successfully made Lucian his Queen with the contract, something he put all his blood, sweat, and tears into despite the haste, and feeling waves of euphoria from the smooth process and his obedient (he isnât) inamorato following diligently to the lessons he planned out to be a fitting Queen of Pride.
When Lucian gifted him the gemstone he put equal blood, sweat, and tears into that Ceroâs ego was stroked into a disgusting smarmy smile and chest puffed up to an obnoxious degree. Heck, he even kept the gemstone in a separate safe after admiring it like a love-struck teenager whose crush just gave him a love letter.
While he wished it was better quality, the fact his inamorato offered him physical proof of his raceâs eternal love - after a lot of painful waiting on the demonâs side, was good enough. Shame, he missed the flash of hurt and anger that came when the pallid demon expressed how his lovely gem wouldnât be fitting for any accessories. Apart from their soon-to-be new wedding rings.
He wanted to return that affection, but no matter what he does, no matter how much he shows off his talent, intelligence, and his monologue about how âhe must be lucky to have him as his husband and King and saving him from that pigâs pen of a homeâ. Going as far as showing his much softer side to the stubborn dragon, yet he couldnât make a dent in his Queenâs stubborn walls. It was as if he expected something from him but didnât know what it is.
What is wrong with him? Is it part of the courtship? Why isnât he giving his King his usual physical touch? The soft gazes? The genuine adoration? Why is he trying so damn hard to not show it!? Whirlwinds of countless questions without answers were eating the demon alive.
Ceroâs sharp claw of his index finger taps away at his forearm, filling the halls with his frustrations that threaten to explode.Â
Poor Reiba is standing near him like a deer in headlights, being careful with her pose and speech lest she wants to be ripped in half in this minefield. She was also confused why the Queen grew distant from Cero, but she figured it mustâve been a cultural difference or a miscommunication.
The door to the library was left slightly ajar, and only one person would do it.Â
The cold air from the room made the pallid demon shudder, regretting ever implementing the cold stones into the library so his inamorato wouldnât melt into a pathetic puddle while he was reading. âThat idiot is still doing this?! How many times do I need to drill it into his pathetic excuse of a memory until he understands?!âÂ
Various images of how he will discipline his dumb Queen. Ranging from whipping to overstimulating till the dragon begged for him to stop with big fat tears. It caused his shaft to almost slip out of his slit at the mere thought of it. How embarrassing.Â
The two demons brace themselves with cold resistance magic before entering the library. Cero strides elegantly towards the spot near the windowsill like it was second nature.Â
âIs there something you need from me, Cero?â Lucian quips as he raises his head from the book. Itâs always amusing to see Cero and Reiba shivering from the cold.
The pallid demon crossed his arms, glared daggers at the dragon, and a scowl plastered his white facade with patches of salmon. âYou better have a good reason for leaving the door open again!â Ah here it is, his incessant whining. Classic.
Lucian internally scoffed at it, knowing full well that he did it on purpose to lure him here. Time to flatter him, much to the dragonâs dismay. âIâm so sorry, my beloved King. My carelessness has prevented me from being a worthy Queen to someone as handsome and amazing as you. Is it so wrong of me to wish to see your beautiful eyes and hear your voice that lulls me in like a siren?â He offers a small smile as an extra.
Gods above, he wants to gag and hurl from saying such cheesy lines. He couldnât believe he stooped this low for self-preservation.Â
The silence is all the answers he needs. He could see his chest puff up and a slight flush on his cheeks from his ego being preened. Even though Lucian could be bullshiting every word.Â
Once Ceroâs mood has been lifted, the dragon sees fit to clear up something.Â
The Queen makes a hand gesture for Reiba to leave the two in private, knowing the aftermath could become worse if she stays and he cannot afford to have her get caught in the crossfire.Â
The pale imp went still as statue, and glanced to her king for his input. Fortunately, Cero waves his hand to dismiss the head servant. Itâs done out of curiosity and intrigue on the demonâs side, as Reiba leaves the library.
Once Lucian is sure that the two are alone, heâs the first to break the silence. âWhile youâre here, I want to clear a misunderstanding between usâ
âA misunderstanding?â Cero raised an eyebrow. Attentively listening to what he has to say.
âIâm aware that dragons are rare species, let alone knowledge of us aside from mythologies humans created. The gem I gave you the other day. Itâs why I want to explain that itâs used as a vessel to store energy for when the mother requires more stamina before labor to ensure a safe birth and usually the gem is eaten rawâ He explains with his stoicness, letting it sink in.
A reminder that they canât have a biological heir, at least to him. The demonâs face morphs into a look that says âSo what?â mixed with impatience and offense. âThatâs it?âÂ
Lucian didnât think Cero would be this oblivious to the message, but heâs not complaining. If anything, the dragon is internally elated for the grand reveal. One that will surely dig his own grave. âI wish to save this last information until I create a second gem for you, my beautiful King. But since youâre curiousâŠ.âÂ
âGet to it already! I donât have all day!âÂ
âThe gem is also used as an artificial egg for same-sex couples. The process simply needs you to shove the gem into your anus and I-âÂ
Cero immediately grabbed Lucianâs neck in a blink of an eye before he could finish the sentence. The formerâs sharp claws, which he diligently filed and maintained to perfection, are threatening to pierce through the skin. If it was possible, Ceroâs face went redder than Kalymirâs entire body and radiating that same anger as he does but more mellow and dangerous. Despite this, Lucianâs aloofness never wavered, only making the demonâs blood pressure skyrocket to the moon.Â
âChoose your next words carefully, petâ The venom is clear as crystal.
âMy next words are exactly as I implied, my beloved King. I want to see you glow as the sun when you bear our heirâ A rare soft gaze and smile stretch his face. A dragon will not back down without a fight.Â
So this fic took longer than expected. I tried my best to write Cero here and probably failed miserably at it /lh. This is mainly because it's the first time I wrote an egotistical prick like Cero.
I tried to draw the two for this because why not? Plus it's fun to draw Cero ngl, even if it was a bit challenging.
The sour grape, Cero and Reiba belongs to @eldritch-spouse. Please support the amazing artist/writer, she deserves it for making me interested and simp for her characters! đ
CW: Mentions of Forced Marriage; Cero is his own warning; Toxic relationship; Mention of Egg-preg; Choking
Heavy footsteps of the Queen of Pride echoed the hallways with the team of imp servants scuttering about and dutifully fulfilling their roles. His towering body felt like an intimidating giant in comparison, one that radiates respect and coldness, fitting for his role as a ruler. The additional permanent aloofness only serves to support it. He didnât even need to use his sharp violet eyes to know that his presence made the servantsâ bodies tense up like statues despite working for him for several months, which was understandable given their King has the patience of a spoiled toddler and the Queen has the aura that screams âTest my patience and you will regret itâ.Â
Everyone in the mansion could tell that there was tension between the royal couple, but none dared to say a peep.
Lucian, a name he gave himself for centuries, has long blonde hair tied to the back - showing his smooth square face and forced to wear a face-cringing and stuffy suit in purple and black to match his husband. It was one he hated wearing from the amount of sweat heâd accumulated within the past few hours, and being in a hot environment like Hell doesnât help.Â
The purple scales on his hand and arms itched with the temptation to lull him into scratching it. It took all of his willpower to reign himself on an imaginary leash so he wouldnât try ripping off his clothes just to feel a semblance of coolness brushing through his muscular body. If he did that, Cero would be popping more veins than Lucian growing more strands of grey hair, and while the image was enticing, another round of unnecessary tantrums made him mentally shove it into the depths of his mind.
Quiet frankly, the existence of Cero being the King of Pride was an indirect mockery to Lucian who he considers himself to embody the sin. So much so, that he wants the world to smite the pale demon on his behalf.Â
The long and wide hallway of the mansion was dawned in hues of purple and black, in contrast to Lucianâs castle thatâs in white and purple. The expensive and high-quality pieces of furniture and decorations in every corner and inch of the place would make any lower class cry in awe.Â
The walls hung the many paintings of the King with his familiar yet disgusting arrogance and sharp facial features that reflected the Pride Ring it represented. The dreaded atmosphere lingered on those braved enough to walk into its unwelcoming embrace that threatened to suffocate you of all your worth.
Always striving for perfection, was what Lucian can describe as his asshole of a husband. He could hardly remember how many times he wanted to knock Ceroâs ego down a peg over the course of their marriage. Hell, he sometimes thought of railing him to submissiveness every time he opened his mouth, no matter how much the idea made him grimace. The fucking demon is really edging him this far. Itâs almost impressive.
He had no one but himself to blame for his predicament. His cold heart thumped when Cero showed him the contract, albeit a corrupted one, but a good one nonetheless. The way he holds himself. The way he explains the process of the contract, simultaneously expresses his pride for his skills and intelligence. It was the ideal courtship he imagined, minus the kidnapping, and he fell hard for it. Even if he didnât, it wasnât like he had any other choice. From what he learned, Icons of Hell are forces that shouldnât be trifled with, and he could get severely injured in the process. Even if he did won, he had to crawl himself out of Hell and getting more injured from other demons. Whether they care about the death of the Icon of Pride or not is up in the air and Lucian won't take his chances.
Because of these raging fantasies that will lead to his ending, his footsteps quicken to speed walking pace towards the library, causing many of the passing servants to sweat drop from the intense aura he emits mixed with his resting bitch face. Itâs a sanctuary for him and the one place he can indulge in his hobby while pretending he isnât stuck in a prison that he canât escape from.Â
For once, he can fantasize a life where he was in a âbetterâ relationship.
With someone who doesnât say his handmade violet gemstone, an indirect âI love you. so. fucking. muchâ, that it wouldnât look âperfectâ for any artificial trinket. The gall to insinuate a dragonâs gem wonât look magnificent unless itâs turned into a fucking accessory is a personal insult to its creator. Oh if only that demon understood how much he left a crack in his Queenâs heart that day.
Just say my gem is garbage, you fuck. He huffed, brushing his blonde hair back.
Sure, the gem was not perfect, but Lucian had made countless attempts to form his scales into gems in secret for over a month, many of which were wasted because it wasnât up to his standards, until it was exactly how he wanted to look. All those tiring days to form a singular scale into a suitable gemstone for his mate. Even, the head servant was willing to help keep his project hush-hush from Cero and give her different flavors of puddings for compensation.Â
The result was an almost palm-sized, smooth purple gem with slight bumps, shaped like an oval. He vividly remembered how his chest puffed up with pride at his creation.
The failed creations still sat in his personal bedroom drawer to this day as a reminder of his endeavor and that hell forsaken reaction.
A part of his mind reminded him that it was a Pride Demonâs love language, to make everything about them and show little vulnerability, but that went one ear and out the other.Â
The cold air seeps through the faint crack of the large door and embraces the newcomer as the door is pushed open and rumbles through the large and grand library, filled with thousands of books and organized into their categories. Cero had demanded that all of the servants ensure that not a single book was misplaced or damaged, lest they want to face the wrath of the Icon. An act that Lucian appreciates, almost made the edges of his lips tug up when no one was looking.
While he scans through the various shelves, one section catches his eyes and widens like saucers. Thereâs an entire six rows of novels with a hardcover and arranged in their perspective genres. The humanoid dragon didnât recall ever seeing this new section and he doubted Cero was the kind to read these books, trying to search his already old memories to find answers, until one event came to mind, a complaint that he made to his husband about the lack of novels in the library and got told that his taste in books was god awful. Another petty grudge to hold against him.
The frown turned upside, forming into a genuine, rare, warm smile, forgetting his frustrations with his pompous husband. âYou exceeded my expectations once againâ He humored himself, as he took a random novel off the shelf and sat near the windowsill, turning to the first page.Â
Lucian was already planning out his quality time with Cero in his mind, while simultaneously flipping through the pages and reading the sentences. Maybe he should start creating his second gem. A âperfectâ one this time.
A serene ambiance settles into the library that dayâŠâŠ
Insecurity is an ugly feeling to have, especially for a proud demon. It will gnaw at them till they do something to prove that little whisper in their heads that whatever degradation it throws their way is completely wrong, a lie that should never be said in the first place.Â
Unfortunately, Cero canât entirely control how his feelings and mind operate. Ever since he successfully made Lucian his Queen with the contract, something he put all his blood, sweat, and tears into despite the haste, and feeling waves of euphoria from the smooth process and his obedient (he isnât) inamorato following diligently to the lessons he planned out to be a fitting Queen of Pride.
When Lucian gifted him the gemstone he put equal blood, sweat, and tears into that Ceroâs ego was stroked into a disgusting smarmy smile and chest puffed up to an obnoxious degree. Heck, he even kept the gemstone in a separate safe after admiring it like a love-struck teenager whose crush just gave him a love letter.
While he wished it was better quality, the fact his inamorato offered him physical proof of his raceâs eternal love - after a lot of painful waiting on the demonâs side, was good enough. Shame, he missed the flash of hurt and anger that came when the pallid demon expressed how his lovely gem wouldnât be fitting for any accessories. Apart from their soon-to-be new wedding rings.
He wanted to return that affection, but no matter what he does, no matter how much he shows off his talent, intelligence, and his monologue about how âhe must be lucky to have him as his husband and King and saving him from that pigâs pen of a homeâ. Going as far as showing his much softer side to the stubborn dragon, yet he couldnât make a dent in his Queenâs stubborn walls. It was as if he expected something from him but didnât know what it is.
What is wrong with him? Is it part of the courtship? Why isnât he giving his King his usual physical touch? The soft gazes? The genuine adoration? Why is he trying so damn hard to not show it!? Whirlwinds of countless questions without answers were eating the demon alive.
Ceroâs sharp claw of his index finger taps away at his forearm, filling the halls with his frustrations that threaten to explode.Â
Poor Reiba is standing near him like a deer in headlights, being careful with her pose and speech lest she wants to be ripped in half in this minefield. She was also confused why the Queen grew distant from Cero, but she figured it mustâve been a cultural difference or a miscommunication.
The door to the library was left slightly ajar, and only one person would do it.Â
The cold air from the room made the pallid demon shudder, regretting ever implementing the cold stones into the library so his inamorato wouldnât melt into a pathetic puddle while he was reading. âThat idiot is still doing this?! How many times do I need to drill it into his pathetic excuse of a memory until he understands?!âÂ
Various images of how he will discipline his dumb Queen. Ranging from whipping to overstimulating till the dragon begged for him to stop with big fat tears. It caused his shaft to almost slip out of his slit at the mere thought of it. How embarrassing.Â
The two demons brace themselves with cold resistance magic before entering the library. Cero strides elegantly towards the spot near the windowsill like it was second nature.Â
âIs there something you need from me, Cero?â Lucian quips as he raises his head from the book. Itâs always amusing to see Cero and Reiba shivering from the cold.
The pallid demon crossed his arms, glared daggers at the dragon, and a scowl plastered his white facade with patches of salmon. âYou better have a good reason for leaving the door open again!â Ah here it is, his incessant whining. Classic.
Lucian internally scoffed at it, knowing full well that he did it on purpose to lure him here. Time to flatter him, much to the dragonâs dismay. âIâm so sorry, my beloved King. My carelessness has prevented me from being a worthy Queen to someone as handsome and amazing as you. Is it so wrong of me to wish to see your beautiful eyes and hear your voice that lulls me in like a siren?â He offers a small smile as an extra.
Gods above, he wants to gag and hurl from saying such cheesy lines. He couldnât believe he stooped this low for self-preservation.Â
The silence is all the answers he needs. He could see his chest puff up and a slight flush on his cheeks from his ego being preened. Even though Lucian could be bullshiting every word.Â
Once Ceroâs mood has been lifted, the dragon sees fit to clear up something.Â
The Queen makes a hand gesture for Reiba to leave the two in private, knowing the aftermath could become worse if she stays and he cannot afford to have her get caught in the crossfire.Â
The pale imp went still as statue, and glanced to her king for his input. Fortunately, Cero waves his hand to dismiss the head servant. Itâs done out of curiosity and intrigue on the demonâs side, as Reiba leaves the library.
Once Lucian is sure that the two are alone, heâs the first to break the silence. âWhile youâre here, I want to clear a misunderstanding between usâ
âA misunderstanding?â Cero raised an eyebrow. Attentively listening to what he has to say.
âIâm aware that dragons are rare species, let alone knowledge of us aside from mythologies humans created. The gem I gave you the other day. Itâs why I want to explain that itâs used as a vessel to store energy for when the mother requires more stamina before labor to ensure a safe birth and usually the gem is eaten rawâ He explains with his stoicness, letting it sink in.
A reminder that they canât have a biological heir, at least to him. The demonâs face morphs into a look that says âSo what?â mixed with impatience and offense. âThatâs it?âÂ
Lucian didnât think Cero would be this oblivious to the message, but heâs not complaining. If anything, the dragon is internally elated for the grand reveal. One that will surely dig his own grave. âI wish to save this last information until I create a second gem for you, my beautiful King. But since youâre curiousâŠ.âÂ
âGet to it already! I donât have all day!âÂ
âThe gem is also used as an artificial egg for same-sex couples. The process simply needs you to shove the gem into your anus and I-âÂ
Cero immediately grabbed Lucianâs neck in a blink of an eye before he could finish the sentence. The formerâs sharp claws, which he diligently filed and maintained to perfection, are threatening to pierce through the skin. If it was possible, Ceroâs face went redder than Kalymirâs entire body and radiating that same anger as he does but more mellow and dangerous. Despite this, Lucianâs aloofness never wavered, only making the demonâs blood pressure skyrocket to the moon.Â
âChoose your next words carefully, petâ The venom is clear as crystal.
âMy next words are exactly as I implied, my beloved King. I want to see you glow as the sun when you bear our heirâ A rare soft gaze and smile stretch his face. A dragon will not back down without a fight.Â
I cannot help myself and started working on this fic because of Cero's character. My brain went: "Hey what happens if two prideful assholes got together?" and the result was interesting to say the least lmao.
I tweaked my boy, Lucian, so he fits into the world-building. Kinda? I was making him a Dragon monster with a human form.
The sour grape, Cero belongs to @eldritch-spouse
CW: Mentions of Forced Marriage; Cero is his own warning; Toxic relationship
Heavy footsteps of the Queen of Pride echoed the hallways with the team of imp servants dutifully fulfilling their roles. His towering body felt like an intimidating giant in comparison, one that radiates respect and coldness, fitting for his role as a ruler. The additional permanent aloofness only serves to support it. He didnât even need to use his sharp violet eyes to know that his presence made the servantsâ bodies tense up like statues despite working for him for a few months, which was understandable given their King has the patience of a spoiled toddler and the Queen has the aura that screams âTest my patience and you will regret itâ.Â
Lucian, a name he gave himself for centuries, has long blonde hair tied to the back - showing his smooth square face, and forced to wear a face-cringing and stuffy suit in purple and black to match his husband. It was one he hated wearing from the amount of sweat heâd accumulated within the past few hours, and being in a hot environment like Hell doesnât help. The purple scales on his hand and arms itched with the temptation to lull him into scratching it. It took all of his willpower to reign himself on an imaginary leash so he wouldnât try ripping off his clothes just to feel a semblance of coolness brushing through his muscular body. Cero would be popping more veins than Lucian growing more strands of grey hair if he did that, and while the image was enticing, another round of unnecessary tantrums made him mentally shove it into the depths of his mind.
Quiet frankly, the existence of Cero being the King of Pride was an indirect mockery to Lucian who he considers himself to embody the sin. So much so, that he wants the world to smite the pale demon on his behalf.Â
The long and wide hallway was dawned in hues of purple and black, in contrast to Lucianâs white and purple home. The expensive and high-quality pieces of furniture and decorations in every corner and inch of the place would make any lower class cry in awe. The walls hung the many paintings of the King with his familiar yet annoying arrogance and sharp facial features that reflected the Pride Ring that it represented. The dreaded atmosphere lingered on those braved enough to walk into its unwelcoming embrace that threatened to suffocate you of all your worth.Â
Always striving for perfection, was what Lucian can describe as his asshole of a husband. He could hardly remember how many times he wanted to knock Ceroâs ego down a peg over the course of their marriage contract. Hell, he sometimes thought of railing him to submissiveness every time he opened his mouth, no matter how much the idea made him grimace.
Because of these raging fantasies that will lead to his demise if he ever slips up, his footsteps quicken to speed walking pace towards the library, causing many of the passing servants to sweat drop from the intense aura he emits. Itâs a sanctuary for him and the one place he can indulge in his hobby while pretending he wasnât stuck in a prison that he can't escape from.Â
For once, he can fantasize a life where he could be in a "better" relationship.
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