#shambaal

The spiders and their cats are my weekness

Baal feeding estrogen off Shamura's fangs in exchange for feeding Shamura her blood

back on my shambaal bullshit need my shambaal with naked baal confessions of love on the rack as shamura the regretful torturer giving weeping conflicting comfort as baal is still stretched out on the rack, baal writhing against the object of his pain, his affection

Shambaal is to me very much "I am a knife without a sheath to hold me I am a sheath who lost its blade Let me be your blade so that you may be kept I'll be your sheath so you never fade"

Two siblings of hunger and war seek comfort after the tragedy of their brother's betrayal. To each other they are bequeathed one of two twins: Aym and Baal. Baal becomes a solid strategist and a relentless warrior for the god of war, Aym a semi-feral gladiator and scourge of Anura. The Bishops agree to keep one twin a secret from the other, until one war conference brings the Bishops together...with them, two warriors finding each other by chance. They're both so alike, so familiar, how could their hearts not grow aflutter? They must see each other again, though their masters forbid to pursue the love of other mortals....