I'm not your cult leader, You damn Espers!
Dark! Espers Bat family X transmigrated!male-Reader
Synopsis : You end up in a world of dungeons and monsters, the only saviours of mankind are monsters called espers that go crazy once they reach their limit. You've heard about such stuff in novels but wait.Why the hell aren't there any guides?And why are these people calling you their saviour?When the hell did you become a guide??
The day started as it normally would in Gotham, dark buildings with their shadows falling over the ground. It was peaceful even yet the creeping sensation that something wrong, something that shouldn't be there was felt over the skin of many.
Hollow steps hit the trail of stones and cement, you were so screwed, running over the pavement and skillfully avoiding a car crash to make way towards the underground train station for a train you knew you were going to miss.
Another person collided with you.
Jerking back in response, you hoped that sufficed as an apology. There was no time. You looked left, right, forward and backward, there were far too many lights yet not enough at the same time.
Your forehead drippled down with sweat. The smell of sweat, fibres of clothing and trails of metal was thick in the air. You could almost taste the metallic taste of it over your tongue.
Staggering your steps and letting out a breath you stood near one of the train tracks. Your train wasn't anywhere in sight.
You bit back the regret of staying up till four am last night. Your boss was going to fire the hell out of you. You were already seeing flashes of you and your baggage getting thrown out by the landlord.
Oh God, that was going to be punched to the gut.
From the corner of your eye, you caught the familiar shade of rusty copper over the metal. A smile stretched over your face. Thank you, the spirits of Gotham!
There it was! Your train. It hadn't left yet. This was destiny. You knew staying up late wasn't a problem. Ha ha, you were so arriving on time and giving a middle finger to that –
You put your foot forward
Only to get shoved to the side and before the curse even spilled from your lips, the light flashed from the back and blood splashed over the wall.
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“ Praise the leader! May your light shine over us for eternity.”
Dick looked over at the fanatic fools bent over their feet, with pathetic sobs leaving their mouths. They had hazy eyes, a big smile forever bearing over their faces.
He crossed his leg and rested his chin over his palm, elbow pressing over the throne like chair - his Raven hair stirred as his blue eyes flickered over to the old clock tower outside the window.
He hummed, trailing expression back to a gentle face and snapped his fingers. Those pigs squeaked their breaths, stopping in their steps.
Ah, he thought.
Their expressions turned to that of veterans getting some relief from their torment. But Dick knew he didn't have the ability to provide that. He was a mental-type esper.
The only thing he did was trick their brains to believe that the pain they felt was elevated. And for espers who since the day of awakening five years ago, hadn't had a moment of peace that wasn't surrounded by the endless filthy voice corrupting their sense of control and pain that made them struggle to breathe - Dick Grayson was a pond of water in the desert.
Their leader, their angel, their savior - the one that kept them away from the hands of the government who only sought to use them to wipe out dungeons and when they reached near their rampage value after overuse of their esper abilities had them locked away and discarded.
Dick knew that.
He knew it very well.
He gripped their hope like a predator luring its prey and played with them as he pleased. They were but pawns in his life of boredom.
And they welcomed it like they were chosen for something great.
So when he finally established the cult named Night with much support from his family of fellow espers and put himself out as the Savior, promising some sort of cure for this misery. Espers of course rushed to the side and got lost in his mindless games of control.
Too much money did that to people. His family was rich, he was what people called a generational wealth with money that wouldn't run out even if he blew it with both hands.
Life was so boring. So easy yet the only thing that he sought - a moment of rest from this fucking voice in his head and the stabbing pain - was what he couldn't get. He hissed when the pain got too much. His eyes dropped over his rampage measurement.
∆ 65% corruption value - Warning ••• Need immediate medication!!!∆
Shit.
He got up, ignoring the voices and made his way out. The crowd of followers parted like the sea on two sides. Screams of praises and endless loyalty echoed in the halls of the building.
“ Leader, you are the only one for me!”
“ Leader, take my soul and live forever!”
“ Praise the leader—”
The car door shut.
He motioned for the driver to start the car.
The engine boomed. The black car stared on its way towards the streets of slums.
Dick kept his eyes out the window, the phone rang. He took it out of his pocket - on seeing the caller he couldn't help but smile small, but it was more genuine than the performance he had shown in front of a crowd of believers.
“ Hey jaybird, couldn't wait to see me so soon—”
The sound of gagging came from the other end. “ Only one of us can hallucinate at a time, Dick…” He sounded genuinely disgusted, Dick wanted to tease him so bad. He grunted when the migraine hit.
Jason caught it because there is no way that's leaving his ears. Jay had too much experience as a street kid, it was also a plus point that his ability to control fire made him more paranoid than anyone.
He forward on the other end, “ Oi…Don't tell me you left without taking the medicine again. It wasn't bad enough that you started a fucking cult ! Fuck— Bruce is going to be so damn pissy—pissed---ugh-”
Dick chuckled, one palm over his forehead massaging it. His breathing was over the normal rhythm , Dick didn't have much choice to use his ability to calm it down. “ I know, I'll take it when I get home. Besides-” His eyes changed from the smiling angel to that of a predator. “ The pain’s never gonna disappear, the medicine- we've been spending billions on them to bring the rampage level down by merely 1-2 %. So there's no point.”
The voice at the other end stopped for a moment. Dick knew he had hit a nerve, it was a reality they all knew. The second this miracle drug that they'd got their hands on after spending enough money to build a whole country ran dry, it was over for them.
And that day wasn't far from the way things were looking off right on. It was only a matter of time.
Jason took a deep sigh, his voice down on frequency. “ Get home…quick.”
Dick hummed, “ Yeah.” He ended the call and put her phone back.
It was just then when the smell of metallic waste and human waste had a scent of something else mixed with it. Dick froze. His eyes widened.
The car still moved so the scent left his nostrils as it got a little far. Dick got off the seat frantically and jumped out. The driver called after him but Dick ignored it.
He ran.
His feet didn't stop.
His mind was swirling.
His heart was beating so loud, he felt it would leave his chest. His breathing had hardened, it was suffocating. He needed to find it.
What was it?
Where was it?
He looked ready to murder anyone that came close.
I kill them. Squeeze the life slowly out of them as the struggle to breathe, where is thatsmeel coming from? He ragged in his mind.
He searched, spinning his head in every direction. The dust gritted at the side of his shoes, dirt clinged to his trousers yet all his mind could think was that smell. That feeling.
His gut told him to move east. He did. It felt like he was running towards the reason for his existence. His eyes finally stopped at the figure covered in dust and dirt.
Dick didn't hesitate, he bent down and removed the cloth covering the person’s face.
He took a haggling breath.
His trembling fingers touched that soft yet ruined skin. And the moment it did, Dick felt that every single pain he'd endured and every single moment of his feeble existence that wasn't by his family side was worth it.
So beautiful.
So perfect.
This divinity.
His instincts screamed with claim. Saliva dripped down from his lips.
Bruce was right. Other dimensions did exist.
He growled, “ What a fool I was huh, B? ”
The voices in his head shifted their mocking tones to that of desire. He could feel the heat down his pants and behind his ear.
His.
The man - no this Divine being was his.
He wiped the saliva and gently brought his arm under the man's waist.
He got up, shifting his weight to carry this bundle of purity. His sunglasses fell over to the side, the glass cracked and the reflection of the sun hit back to his face. He was grinning like a man possessed.
The driver bowed his head, he didn't spare a glance and made way to sit inside, adjusting the body over his lap.
The car started again yet this time he felt no desire to look outside. Not when the universe was sitting next to him.
His watch beeped, he looked once before resuming his stare at his beloved.
∆ 10% corruption value ∆
His family was going to love you.
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“ What the Fuck do you mean cult leader?”
Your throat squeezed from discomfort. It hurts to even talk. The woman, who seemed to be a maid, looked frightened and froze. You coughed - These people saved you, you couldn't be mean damn it. She brought a glass of water near your hands and guided you in drinking it.
You thanked her.
She smiled and bowed before taking a step back.
Your eyes narrowed looking at the other occupants in this gigantic room. The room was fully furnished with chandeliers and everything. It even got the fancy, super expensive bedding. What the hell.
Your head stung - you remember getting squished by the incoming train. How were you alive? You pointed at the lean man sitting with his laptop over one of the sofas, keeping his focus entirely on you. You shivered.
You frowned. “ Could you please explain what you mean by that? Cause I just heard you calling me cult leader and I don't remember ever signing up for one.”
The women and men laughed, some turning their faces away from you while others looked at you like you were the cutest thing alive. So naive.
“ Exactly as it sounds. Cult leader.”
The man adjusted his glasses, looking you up and down.
Your body shook.
You felt like a specimen in front of scientists.
You were an adult man.
Fuck this.
This —- you took another breath, breathe Y/n don't let them push you into shit. Keep your mind together, “ Look I really appreciate you helping me but I got no interest in this stuff.” You raised your body, ready to get down only for a muscular arm to grab you by your waist and pull you into her lap.
It was the blonde.
You yelped, your cheeks heating up. “ What are you–” She only held you closer and tightened her arms around your abdomen, till you were caged in her chest. “ Shu, little bird.” She smiled.
The others watched amused, some looking at you in ways that made you want to recoil.
You continued to struggle as the woman's lips caressed over your neck. She leaned in, her warm breath spilling over the texture of your skin. Your skin tingled, a feeling of strength being drawn out of your body made you want to push back.
You felt her take in a breath, nuzzling in your hair and skin, her grip tightened even more. She let out air, looking back at her siblings.
“ Dick wasn't wrong.”
You couldn't see it but you knew, you had ears, this was going to make it worse.
These people were psychopaths.
They needed medical help.
“ This is wrong! What you're doing is called kidnapping! I have rights!” You argued, “ I'm going to call the police!”
Barbara chuckled, wiping a tear from her eye. " Rights he says." She said under her breath. You shot her a glare, still not stopping.
You'd stop over your dead body.
The blonde behind you giggled. Her sharp blue eyes looked amused over at the man with the laptop. “ Timmy, give him your phone!”
What-?
You turned your head shocked.
She grinned. Her eyes dipping down to resemble what you wished was inside a horror movie and not reality. “ What? I'm giving you a chance to call the police. Just like you wanted handsome~~”
“ You–” You couldn't speak.
You looked at the others, two other women and six men. Their eyes glowed a shade of menacing blue. You gulped, holding back your desire to scream.
You clenched your fist. Your shoulders shook. The blond woman blinked back, her hands trailing over your body. “ I… I- please just tell me why have you brought me here. I'm not a culture leader! It has to be a mistake.” you held back tears
Barely
One of the men sighed, running a hand through their hair. You could see another pain of Raven hair and blue eyes. “ Look babe-” He said, looking at you, “ To cut it short, You're in a world where dungeons appeared around five years ago. Humanity was on its brink of doom when esters appeared and blah blah blah to summarize we tend to die or go on a rampage if our corruption level reaches around eighty nine.”
You swallowed the bile that was ready to spill out of your intestine. “ What… does that have to do with me being your cult leader?”
The man bent down to the level of your knees, his blue eyes glowing. “ That's the thing, you're the one that prevents us from losing it all. You're the guide, the medicine we need. Our savior. Our cult leader. We need you to help us control those unruly disgusting bastards that have too much power.” he finished, smiling.
His hand wrapped over yours and you felt small. Like a deer caught by a wolf during its hunt. “Clears things for you?”
“...”
You hurt someone grunt in annoyance. It was another man that looked to be around eighteen with another man with a buzz cut and brown sand like skin in the dark. “ Get it over with McGinnis. Let Grayson and Todd handle the ceremony. He's going to belong to us either way. We need not need his consent.”
“ How dare you-”
“ Damien's right.” Duke said.
“ I agree.” Tim nodded.
He looked over at Barbara and Cassandra. “ Should I prepare him a little then?” Terry asked, raising his brow.
Jason stepped forward, shoving Terry yo the side.
" Jason at least warn me-"
" Not right now kid." He warned.
He took your ankle in his hold. He held your gaze and said softly , “It's going to hurt a little.” And began his enchanting. You felt your skin burn, screams tore out.
It hurt.
It hurt so fucking much.
Your flesh was burning.
Your body jerked back and forth yet he didn't stop. None for them showed an expression but that of amusement or indifference. Did your pain not matter? Fuck them. You hated them.
You wanted to cry.
Being killed by the train hurt less.
By the time he stopped, you were wet all over. Sweat droplets fell down as your Adam Apple bobbed. Your chest moved up and down.
“ Tell Dick I've bonded with him. We can begin in an hour.” Those were the last words you heard before the world went black.
You'd never see the world without espers hovering at every step and controlling every breath you took.
But that's what it was.
You were meant to be a cult leader.
The end
