As I’m taking breaks from my art commission visuals and working on a YT script, my brain sometimes gets ideas for fics and where story requests will lead.
I’m thinking about Lord X again and how he’s got a lot of lore and media attached to him. I’ve been playing the song Welcome Home Cycles on repeat, I find the song’s lyrics in the near climax of the song fascinating. Another Lord X song is Tricheal. They both deal with themes of his rotting vessel and him growing bored of the cycle. Funny that his songs themes are about cycles and what not.
Maybe I’ll write an x reader fic of them again, it’s been a while since I’ve written a creepypasta x reader story.
Lord X gives you a choice, noting that he’s getting bored of seeing you all broken down. He wants to reinvigorate you with the previous rebellious nature you once held. He isn’t sure why he’s doing this, he’s extremely aware he’s probably going to die by your hands. Though the thought of you killing him gives him sick, delirious delight.
His guardians see it as him being reckless and idiotic, but Lord X can’t find it in himself to care. He’s seen you in countless helpless situations, heard you cry and scream, but seeing you completely silent and desensitized to the pain he inflicted upon you. At first it was interesting, but got plain really fast.
He proposed a deal, defeat the guardians and claim your freedom. The guardians all have varied reactions to this deal, some are excited to have you, while some are confused by this. But they can’t stop their lord. Whatever he wishes, they oblige.
Lord X reminds you that you must kill them, whatever way you can is fine by him. He just wants a thrilling and heart pounding show, where you’re given a real fighting chance. He wonders how each will die by your hands. Ecstatic by the prospect of your revived desire to want to live and escape his grasp. On one hand he wants to shatter that hope, but he’s done that so many times.
By that point it would be predictable, he knows he is completely aware he’s a rotting corpse. Delaying the inevitable, he wondered if that’s what you used to feel. Before he plucked you from your reality and kept you for himself all for what he defined as love.
He isn’t sure, but will gladly love to learn once he witnessed the game he’s created.
Hope you liked by my silly on the spot idea, let me know if you’d like for this to be a complete one-shot.
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