obey me oc valac: backstory?
The first memory Valac had was of a cold hand holding his own, squeezing it too tightly as a strange woman pulled him away from his parents. Vaanya, his identical twin, was right by his side, unusually quiet as he cried out for their parents. Their stony faces looking right back at him were something he’d never forget.
Weeks later he’d find out they had sold them off for a couple of coin pouches and some cattle. After all, neither Valac nor Vaanya were particularly strong demons. What other use could they have?
Their new home was a wandering circus that had been looking for a pair of twins for their trapeze act. And they had just found themselves the prettiest little things.
The learning process was demanding and hard. Vaanya was scared of heights and Valac felt discomfort blurring his thoughts whenever he was forced into yet another gaudy dress. Their new guardians, two demons named Olsona and Oromes, simply did not care about their feelings, for their sole goal was to get a proper profit out of the money they wasted on the twins. It was a foul thing, yet in the end, they would have their way regardless. The twins were taught to become true aces at their craft, with the trapeze remaining their focus.
Many years passed like this, and their need to escape grew bigger and bigger. In the spotlight they shone bright, smiles wide and eyelids glittering, but behind closed curtains they knew little more than the backhand of their so-called guardians. No matter what they did, it was never good enough. Talking back resulted in violence, so Vaanya and Valac quickly learned it was easiest to only speak up when they were by themselves.
A plan started to grow in their minds. Vaanya, being the more creative of the two, brought it up first. They would leave in the dead of night without anybody noticing. However, their conversation was overheard before they could act on it.
In her paranoia, Olsona started to lock them up in their room after every show, night after night, just to keep her precious twins by her side.
One night, just as Olsona tried to lock the door again, Vaanya pounced on her. Valac was taken by surprise, after all Vaanya hadn’t lost a word to him about this plan of hers. Normally, they planned everything together, talked it out in great detail. Lately however, a rift had started to form between them. He found himself staring at his twin as she thrashed and fought against Olsona’s sturdy demon form. He knew a decision had to be made. Despite both being lower demons, maybe they could overpower her if they worked together. Valac remembered all the ways in which Olsona had wronged them, remembered torn muscles, dark bruises and broken bones. He remembered the first time he secretly cut his hair and was shoved against a doorframe for it. The noise of his skull hitting wood was a dull and sickening thing that liked to roam through his head whenever he tried to fall asleep. Anger started to bubble up in his chest, the need for vengeance growing stronger and stronger. How was any of this fair?
Valac made up his mind as he saw his sister struggling to free herself from a chokehold. Both of their angry cries filled the dead of night until finally, nothing but silence remained. Together, they tore out that woman’s heart and ate it raw. Power was pulsating through his body, thick and vivid. Oromes was the next to go, receiving just as little pity as Orsona had.
That night, Valac let the circus become a part of his past, joined by a name no one would ever dare to call him by ever again.
All that remained were pools of blood and the faintest traces of Oromes and Olsona’s demonic power, slowly fading away.
For a while, the twins kept a low profile, moving from city to city without a goal in mind. Freedom was a strange thing to them, since they never got to enjoy it before. A year passed, and Vaanya distanced herself more and more from her brother until one morning, he woke up to her belongings gone and a letter lying by his face. She had left him behind to find her own destiny.
Valac felt a familiar sensation fill his chest. The fear of abandonment quickly turned into an anger-fueled ambition. Fine. He would succeed in life by himself. He choked out the feeling of betrayal at its core.
So Valac enrolled at the Royal Academy of Diavolo, throwing himself into his schoolwork. Quickly, he became one of the top students. A model student, if it weren’t for his temper. But it simply wasn’t enough. He clung to Lord Lucifer as his role model, hung onto his lips with every word and order he voiced. This was the kind of person he wanted to be seen as: someone strong, someone untouchable.
Valac joined the RAD newspaper club the year he started getting his medical procedures done, desperate for any kind of distraction and even more desperate to be seen as someone worthy of respect. What he hadn’t expected however, was the way he would clash with Mephistopheles, the former president of the newspaper club.
Valac had changed tremendously. He wasn’t the same scared little boy standing still looking pretty anymore, and he would prove it to anyone who dared to go against him. Valac quickly gained notoriety for being a stickler to the rules despite having an incredibly short fuse. During his third year, his sister suddenly showed up at RAD. She did not apologise for abandoning him and he did not ask about it for his own composure’s sake. It was an infuriating thing, especially since she was now hanging around one of Lord Lucifer’s brothers, the incredibly lazy one. Belphegor.
Shortly after Vaanya’s return, Valac found himself tossing and turning in his sheets. In spite of all the years that had passed, he could still hear the faint cracking of skull against hardwood and it made him sick. Quietly, he went to RAD’s private gym and got onto the treadmill. He kept running and running until he felt like he was going to pass out. As Valac felt unconsciousness pulling at his seams, a hand grabbed one of his arms before lifting him off the treadmill back onto the ground. As he caught his breath, he found violet eyes looking down at him, clearly worried. And of course, Valac recognized the demon that had just interfered with his workout. Beelzebub, that lazy demon’s twin brother, who was now asking him if he was alright. The demon carried a calm energy with him and when he offered that they could go out and have a midnight snack to replenish their spirits, Valac surprised himself by agreeing to it. Beelzebub was a kind soul and before Valac could stop himself, feelings started to develop.
