Bloody and Beaten

Independent, selective multimuse, ocs and canon muses, from Far Cry, Cyberpunk, and so much more. Verses continue to be added to this day. Written and adored by Jay (she/her), 30+ years old, pacific time zone.

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Monster, not good enough, worthless.

He wondered how Robert was able to look him in the eye and tell him he was chosen to get cut. He wondered if Robert even felt bad; his face was schooled to that usual disinterest, not a hint of any emotion peeking through. Felt like, to him, that he didn't even care. That this was just another fucking Tuesday to him, telling someone that they weren't worthy of redemption and letting the heads roll off the chopping block.

That talk on their break, the speech Robert gave, it really lit a fire under his ass. Made him realize that he had to put more effort and care into what he did, that sabotaging his team was a shitty thing to do. So he tried in that second shift, aced all of the dispatches he was sent on with flying colors, just to prove that he was worth keeping on.

He tried. Fuck, he really tried.

White noise pounds heavy in his ears as the Mega Bat tears through the halls to escape the building; the walls felt like they were closing in on him at all angels and fuck, when his eyes made contact with Coupé on his exit from the conference room, she looked fucking sad.

There was no glee or delight in beating him in the numbers game. She didn't look pitying. The sadness was because of the forced conclusion. That the bosses higher up forced one of them out despite their promise of redemption. Maybe she even felt bad for sabotaging him right out of the gate?

His massive body finally crashes through the front doors, chest heaving, every breath icicles in his chest, sharp and biting and painful, so so fucking painful. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't focus

Weak, pathetic, you thought you really had a chance?

The Mega Bat's form wavers, sickening tremors like the agony of all his biggest fears manifesting was drawing forth an amalgamation of both, of Victor and the Bat both fighting for control.

Victor couldn't come down with her here too often; his fur made him get more overheated faster than usual regardless if the rest of her family adored him or not. To no one's surprise, Hell was boiling hot, and very easy for humans to get lost in.

She's never brought anyone else for a reason. Malevola is convinced her ex is still wandering around somewhere in here, unless Ifrit managed to find him and bring him back to the other plane.

But, perhaps, Flambae could handle it. He's their resident fireboy and he did insist on seeing where it was Malevola did her workouts.

It just put him a bit at risk considering her siblings and dad would immediately zero in on him. She didn't bring guests who weren't Victor often, so the arrival of a new person would definitely catch a lot of attention. Still, as she's opening a portal, she's consistenly warning Flambae of what to expect the second they get there.

"My portal will drop us right outside my dad's 'house' basically. It'll look like a massive temple, but the lower floors look like living quarters so it won't be too different than...say, Victor's house." This is fine, this will all be super fine. "I can't guarantee which family members will be there, but my dad will still probably want to meet you since you're a new guest and entering his space."

Would Flambae be able to handle her dad? Fuck, she hoped so. Robert managed to when he met him during one of his visits, but this was down in his domain. It was going to be much different.

"It's a formality. Don't be nervous, Despite being an ancient demon who looks intimidating as hell and about fifty stories tall, he really acts like a puppy." Her arms cross, though the look on her face is still a tad bit worried. "He might pick you up. That's one of his quirks."

Malevola, of course, steps through first in the offchance someone is waiting outside for them; thankfully, no one is there, so she waves Flambae through. Immediately, the temperate rises, heat pouring across her skin that, to her, feels like a standard Australian Summer, though it's truly far from it. The temple itself awaits them, massive and grandiose with gargoyles peering down at them from the steeples with glowing eyes, cocking their heads this way and that.

She's first to walk inside too, though she keeps her tail wrapped around Flambae's wrist so he can't wander off and get lost. That would be counter-productive and Prism would never forgive her if she lost Flambae in Hell of all places.

Her father is right where she expects him to be; broad-shouldered and large, the giant demon blacksmith's head tilts in their direction upon hearing them enter. Bright yellow eyes land on Malevola first and his leathery wings ruffle a bit in glee upon seeing one of his kids. Though, it doesn't take long for his eyes to flick over Flambae and the look is replaced by curiosity.

True to Malevola's earlier warning, Flambae gets practically snatched off his feet by a massive hand, brought straight up to rest in a large palm. Her dad squints down at the man, head tilting this way and that, large glowing eyes curious and he angles his hands around to get a good look at her coworker.

"This is not Victor." Her dad starts, and Malevola rolls her eyes. "Who is this? He looks very flamboyant."

"Dad." Malevola's voice holds a hint of warning and he fucking pouts. "I told you I was bringing someone who wasn't Victor." She gestures up to her friend. "This is Flambae. He wanted to check out the family gym."

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"He lied to me..."

Rocky and Adrian are both silent, quiet, listening. Always there for him, always the steadfast rocks he can depend on when he needs them most. He kept the explanation as gentle as he could, but Rocky's face said everything when Robert dropped Ryland off at his home in the very mech that had been rebuilt.

"I don't...I can't...I feel so stupid for not putting the dots together." His face goes into his hands, a heavy breath exhaling from his lungs as he shrinks in the space he was seated.

Ryland had seen the comparison between Robert and Mecha Man. Thought his eyes were that warm and familiar, they had the same timbre of their voices, the hints of scarring that Robert had peeking out from the collar of his shirt.

And Ryland had talked himself out of it every time. Called himself pathetic for seeing comparisons and deemed himself too clingy or that he was missing the hero.

All this time, Robert had been pretending to not know him; the arms length he had been attempting to hold between them, Ryland now knew, was because he was trying to keep his distance but was failing. Only when

"I'm not sure what I should do. There's a part of me that knows I should break things off for what he's put me through. I shouldn't see him again..."

He sees the moment when Rocky realizes what he's about to say; the engineer leans forward, grabbing Ryland by a shoulder and tilting his head up with one hand. "Robert lied." He clarifies. "Robert put Grace through so much stress. Unneeded unneeded unneeded."

Ryland's face twists, slumping. "But there's still a part of me that misses him..."

Adrian sits forward, scooting herself until she's perched in the space beside Ryland. Her arm wraps around his shoulders, tugging him close in a comforting hug. "And you'll feel like that for awhile too." She says softly. "But for right now, space is what you two need. It may hurt, but it's necessary."

he's been living on the streets since he was fifteen.

his life of crime started out small, mostly sticking to stealing, be it money or food. though, he killed for the first time in his twenties, out of self-defense when a bigger and more dangerous villain tried to kill him. vincent strangled him with a wire, a much larger man.