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An Engaged Beginning

[Yandere!Emblem!Marth x GN!Reader]

CW: Jealousy, Obsessive behavior, Yandere behavior, mention of character death, controlling behavior, reference to captivity, injured reader.

It was an average day in Askr and you found yourself practicing your sword skill against princess Sheena on the training grounds, while Norne, Lena and Julian cheered for both of you, at the same time, Lena had her healing stave, ready to patch any of you.

Despite the advantage of your weapon, your skills couldn't compare to Sheena's, which led to her victory and your defeat.

The five of you were resting, exchanging fighting tips, while Lena healed your left arm, you were having a good time and felt honored that someone like Sheena will grant you the opportunity to spare with her.

Eventually, your friends parted ways with you, while they were going towards the dinning hall, you stayed back a little while, promising that you would join them soon.

You try to improve your grip and the speed of your movement with the sword, slashing down some training dummies here and there. When the sound of a door opening distracted you from your training.

You were met with the figure of the summoner with that cheerful smile that wasn't covered by their white robe's hood.

They felt a little silky for visiting the training grounds at lunchtime, not realizing that most, if not, every hero will be having their meals. Still, the summoner was happy to cross paths with you. They wanted you to introduce you to a new hero that was recently summoned.

Behind them, floated a strange, yet familiar figure.

It was your commander.

Altea's very own royalty.

Prince Marth.

But something was different, he had a majestic blue aura around him. He seemed, intangible. Needless to say, you were confused.

The summoner could read your expression and explain it to you.

Marth wasn't really a person, but instead, a spirit guardian that resided on a ring and took the form of the Hero-King, alongside with some memories, with the purpose of protecting the land of Elyos. A living legend, one could say. The summoner referred to this specific Marth as 'Emblem Marth'.

The summoner introduced you two. You felt honored to meet an emblem, even if it was a different version of your commander. The summoner was about to speak once again, but it was interrupted by the emblem. Emblem Marth, in the blink of an eye, was in front of you, with that charming smile that earned the trust of his allies, and he asked you if you could show him around, he was a newcomer and had his faith placed on you.

How could you refuse your general? You nodded, accepting his request. The summoner then wished you luck and the three of you parted ways.

The main castle, the gardens, the town, the Aether resort, arena, dinning hall... There were so many places to show him and alongside new heroes in each area. Each time you introduce the emblem version of your prince, he was happily listening, you were either too good of a guide, or maybe he was too hypnotized by the sweet sound of your voice, he never interrupted you, always listening carefully. You couldn't feel the piercing eyes of Emblem Marth over you, as if he was afraid that you would disappear, his entire focus was on you.

But where does that attention go, when you introduce him to someone new? Subtly rolling his eyes when you greeted Hardín and his coyote men, sighing in annoyance as if he wanted to leave as soon as possible when you ran into Castor, frowning when you stopped to chat with Cain and Abel. Emblem Marth had really no interest in the people he raised his arms with, no one other than you.

The intangible version of the Altean prince would ask you questions about here and there, you wouldn't think too much about it, that gave him the opportunity to slip out more personal questions about your relationships, to which you gladly answered.

You couldn't deny your curiosity as well, and asked him about the events that he recalled. What does he share in common with the other Marths. The Emblem would think about it, before giving you an answer, he would tell you about the events of the war, the fights that he took part in and those fleeing moments of rest.

But of course, you had to ask about that afterwards.

"How was your wedding with princess Caeda?"

How could he explain to you, that you were the reason that he couldn't go through with his wedding?

That you were the one that he wanted to be wed with.

But alas... If only you hadn't fallen on battle...

He couldn't answer that, not here, not now.

Even if the Emblem Hero-King had grown accustomed to Askr, after your little tour guide, he would always orbit around you, you weren't aware of his weird fixation towards you.

You didn't even think about those soft touches that Emblem Marth would give you. He would always say. "In Elyios, I lacked the sense of touch". "It felt like an eternity to experience human contact". "Your hair... It's so soft".

The Emblem could trap you in isolation and you wouldn't even notice until it was too late.

Beginning when the anticipated heroes' journey arrived, it consisted of a pair of heroes taking small trips in attempts to increase their bonds. The guardian of Elyios wasted no time and asked you to partner up, you were the only one he couldn't trust in Askr, he would tell you, and you as the ever so kind person that you were, gladly accepted.

You had a good time with your trips with the Emblem, sharing meals outside of the dinning hall, encountering many cute little animals, just fun overall, however, those cherished and fun memories would be soon left behind, the moment you stepped inside of that cave...

You and the Emblem were looking for resources inside of a cave, gold, tonics or any sort of weapons.

And with the speed of light, you felt a sharp and painful sensation on your right leg, you moved your head and gazed down at your injured leg, that was struck by an arrow.

An ambush!

Bandits crawled out of their hiding spots as they launched themselves towards you and your companion. Both you and Emblem Marth fought side by side with their blades, attempting to draw back these thieves.

After successfully repelling your foes, you took a deep breath, your legs gave in and fell on the stony surface below you, despite the unfortunate encounter, you felt proud about what you did,you couldn't lie and say that you didn't feel any sort of nostalgia after fighting with Marth once more, it would be an interesting tale to talk about.

On the other hand, the Emblem's hands were curled on tight fists, even after achieving victory, he wasn't happy with the outcome, not when it cost you getting hurt. What if you had been with someone else instead of him? Would they have fought with tooth and nail to protect you like he would? He couldn't imagine it, rather he didn't want to imagine it.

Marth stood in front of you, eyes locking with yours, a small ring on his right hand and a question on his throat. He cannot allow any harm to come towards you, he will not allow it.

And he asked you the next question.

"Would you wear my ring?"

Maybe when he first arrived, you would've rejected the idea, it sounded like a big deal back then, but by now, many other Emblems had joined the ranks and had been paired up with other heroes, it didn't seemed out of the ordinary for you.

However, this was different, once you wear it on your finger, he would never let you take it off. What it seemed like a precious piece of jewelry meant for the deepest of bonds, now it was more a kin to a cold chain around your neck.

You just granted him control over your life, and you will never get it back.

AN: This was way shorter in my drafts, what happen?

Fell Devotion

[Yandere!Past/Fallen!Male!Alear x Summoner!Fem!Reader]

CW: NSFW, jealousy, self-hatred, non-con, breeding, possessive behavior, yandere behavior, unhealthy obsession, baby trapping, mentions of deceased family members, death threats, clinginess. [Don't read if you're under 18]

For as long as he can remember, Alear complied his father's orders with no second thought. His existence had one and only purpose.

To collect the Emblem rings.

His mission did not change when he arrived at Askr, however, the moment he crossed paths with the real Hero-King, Marth, things started to shift.

Many of the real counterparts of various emblems approached him and befriended him, despite the bad impression that Alear had previously left, alongside new faces that he had never seen before.

And then there was you, the sweet summoner that showed him nothing but kindness from the moment he stepped out of that portal.

Your gentleness was like a knife to his heart, making it ache when you were out of sight, and it bleed for you, crying for attention, for your eyes to be set on him.

Yet, your compassion wasn't the only thing that twisted around his heart. When he first met his divine selves, he wanted to take them down, it was his task, as a fell dragon to overpower any divine dragon that he encountered, even if it was himself. But this time was different, he didn't want to defeat them to fulfill his father's orders.

He wanted to kill them on the spot, from getting close to you, to grab his blade and pierce it onto their chests, making them feel the agony he feels by just seeing you together.

Why are you showing them that kindness? Wasn't he enough for you? Wasn't he special? Couldn't you just ignore those divine worms and focus on him only? Why? Why? Why?

Ever since he arrived at Askr he ignored any thoughts that didn't belong on his mind, any odd sensation that caused conflict within him. But when it came to you, you would invade his mind constantly, and those weird feelings that he experienced, he craved them, they were warm and fuzzy on his body.

But now? Seeing you with a traitorous version of him, it caused many unpleasant feelings to course through his fell dragon veins.

Pain...

Rage...

Rejection...

He hated them, he wanted them to go away.

It made Alear feel like a defect, an unwanted and disposable being. Alear shivered, remembering his childhood and the constant threats from his father, of being disposed to the corrupted, if Sombron were to find out about the feelings that his fell spawn harbored for you, he would make him join his young siblings...

But what if he's wrong?

You had a power that could rival his own. Sombron was no fool, for he knew, that you held great usefulness. Nonetheless, it was still a gambit.

Alear walked around the grounds of Askr, until his eye set on the fell dragon king's figure. His father.

"Are you going to stand there and fool around?". Sombron didn't turn to face his child, but was aware of his presence.

Alear flinched at the sound of his voice, imposing fear on his body. With a knot on his throat and dry lips, he hesitated to speak for a moment. "Father...". He struggled to come up with the right words.

Sombron, turned around, facing his child, waiting for him to speak up. Alear revealed and explained his situation, how he felt towards you, both the good and the bad. Not once, Sombron's expression changed. When the redhead dragon concluded, Sombron intervened.

"Is there a reason, why I shouldn't dispose of you for caring about this nonsense, instead of looking for the rings?"

Alear felt cold sweat dripping on his forehead, his heart threatening to come out of his chest. Words died on his throat as memories of a pair of children were torn apart by the corrupted. But just in a mere second, images of you plagued his mind, your smile, it made his heart calm down.

The fell dragon youth closed his eyes and recollected his thoughts.

"The summoner can help us". Sombron did not expressed any emotion, but his silence said it all.

He was intrigued by that.

Alear continued. "She can summon countless versions of many different heroes, whether it is from the past, the future, or death... who's to say that she can't get the emblem under your influence?. Not only that, but her ability to open and traverse across several worlds, you may get your hands on emblems that we've never heard of, or the heroes themselves".

"And why would I need the heroes of the emblems?". Sombron crossed his arms, as he questioned Alear with a defensive tone.

"To find the original hero from the emblem of foundations".

"...". For the first time, Sombron's emotions cracked through his neutral facade, the surprise and interest were plastered on his face.

"I... I want the summoner for myself, to see, listen and think of me only".

"And yet, despite your arguments, you have no idea how to do it". Sombron interjected. Alear couldn't deny it, it was rather foolish of him. "And that's why you came to me". Alear didn't answer, his silence gave him away. Sombron turned around, recalling the life he had in Elusia before being summoned to Askr. The amount of servants that he gained, the radical worshipers, the women that abandoned their lives for him. Still, they were all the same for Sombron, a cult of idiotic mortals. "If you want her to gave up her life for you, have children".

"Children?". Sombron grunted in agreement.

"Children are nothing more than proof of loyalty and devotion". Sombron thought of the child in front of him as an example. Alear's mother was not only devoted to him, but her child showed the same loyalty, as well as the rest of the children that he fathered. Alear gave thought to the words of advice that his father gave him. "I will go now, do not disturb me, feel free to bother Zephia or any other of the Hounds". Alear nodded. "Be mindful, child, if your plan were to fail, then it would be time that you join your mother and the rest of the defects." Sombron left the place.

Alear stood still, his eyes were starting at the ground below him, his hands were curled on fists, before this, Alear felt like he died when you were out of sight, but now, not having you will truly end up killing him. Was this the answer that he was looking for? He wasn't sure at first, but when he had the misfortune of seeing a very festive version of him, handing you gifts, as you in exchange showered him with praises and smiles, it solidified his decision.

It was time that you returned the same devotion that he gave you.

It was late at night and you were preparing to take a good night sleep, after a long day full of meetings, training, squads and tactics planning. You were wearing a cute and comfortable white sleeping gown. However, the moment that you were going to lay down on the mattress, you heard a knock on the door, you opened the door and saw Alear, the fell dragon spawn. Alear was looking down on you, as if he was expecting something from you.

"Alear, umm it's very late, did something happen? Is there an emergency!?". It used to be more common for heroes to knock on your door very late at night, when you first arrived, but with the pass of time, they had learned to not bother you at this time, unless it was an emergency and Anna wasn't available.

Alear did not reply, instead, stepped inside of your chambers, making you take a few steps back. The man in dark clothing, closed your door with his right hand, his eyes never leaving your figure.

Before you could ask a question, once again, Alear pressed his lips against yours, your eyes widened at the sudden contact between you two. The kiss deepened, as Alear grabbed your waist with both of his hands. You wanted to walk away, and only managed to do so, thanks to Alear needing to catch some air.

You gasped for air as well, you touched your lips, not understanding his unexpected behavior. "Alear...?". You said his name softly, igniting a fire on him. He grabbed your face with both of his hands, you were so beautiful under the delicate moonlight that filtered through your windows, he couldn't resist to kiss you again. Your body moved backwards, attempting to free yourself, but Alear's body followed yours along, like an odd dance between you two. You felt the back of your legs, hit the frame of your bed.

Alear lowered your body, making you lay down in your bed, you pressed your hands against his chest, trying to push him off, but it was futile, he pinned your hand above your head, keeping them in place with just his left hand. Alear but your lip, making you gasp from surprise, giving him the advantage to slide his tongue inside your mouth.

His gloved right hand explored your body, memorizing every inch, feeling how nice your gown hugged your figure, slowly going downwards until it reaches your tights, caressing them momentarily, before sliding his hand inside your gown and landing over the fabric of your panties.

He cut the kiss, both of you were breathless.

"Why...?". You muttered, was this really happening?.

There was a blush on Alear's face, one that you couldn't notice by the lack of light in your chambers. The night was doing him a favor on covering that crazed and delirious look on his face.

He tried to regulate his breath. "You taste delicious". He slowly got closer and closer to your neck. "I want to taste every part of you". He mumbled on your neck, giving you bites and landing kisses on it, making you release a moan from your lips. You bite your bottom lip, afterwards, not wanting to hear anymore of those sounds that you just made.

But that singular moan ignited a fire inside of him. Oh, those beautiful sounds of yours, it was you were singing prayers to him only, just like Sombron's followers used to do for his father, but it wasn't enough.

He wanted more.

With his right hand's fingers, he moved the soft fabric that covered your pussy, to the side and pushed one finger inside, it was wet and he could feel the warmth of your insides, and dear lord from above, Alear craved that warmth.

You winced out, trying to get his index finger out. Alear could feel how your body tightened around his finger. Just please calm down and let him do what he needs to, understood?

The draconic young man, moved his finger, in and out, as his thumb caressed your clit, your body couldn't deny how wonderful it felt and you moaned against your better judgement. It was too much for you, you were losing your mind and when you least expected, you felt another finger pushing in, Alear opened and closed his fingers with swiftness, mimicking the movement of a scissor, hitting your weak spots.

His two fingers inside, his thumb over your clit, the kisses and bites over your neck and cleavage, it all started to build an overwhelming sensation in your core, until you couldn't hold back anymore, and came, covering his two fingers with your body's fluids.

He removed his two fingers and stopped marking your neck, observing the shiny coating on his fingers, he was hypnotized, he couldn't resist and took them to his mouth, cleaning his gloved finger with his tongue.

Just like he had previously said, you tasted delicious.

It wasn't enough to satiate his hunger for you.

More.

He needed more.

You laid down, restless and with your beating threatening to burst out of your body, lacking the energy that Alear took from you. You feel two hands moving your gown up and removing your panties. Before you could process what was happening, a hot tongue sliding against your pussy.

You gazed down and looked at the fell dragon's head diving into your tights, you locked eyes with his blood-colored red eyes that shone like a scarlet fire, it sent shivers down your spine, it was like staring at death itself.

The redhead pushed his tongue inside, you could feel the fleshy wet member moving, while it didn't reach the same distance as his fingers, it felt too good to care, it was making a mess out of you. Without thinking, you wrapped your legs around his head, wanting him to push further and further, at the same time, Alear grabbed your hips with his hands, holding you still.

Your moans didn't stop, but you increased your volume, oh, it was music to him. You wanted this, right? You wanted him the same way that he wanted you, right?

Alear continued to eat you up like there was no tomorrow for him, he could feel how your hands grabbed strings of his hair. You were getting closer and closer to your second orgasm, it was inevitable, the way he sucked you and moved his tongue inside of you, as the tip of his nose rubbed against your sensitive clit. You were outside of heaven's doors.

And without a second later, you came a second time, Alear sucked, licked and slurped every single drop that you provided.

You freed Alear from the hold of your tights and hands, dropping your limbs onto the bed. You couldn't move, you were too tired to even lift a finger, your eyelids were heavy, but you couldn't ignore the sound of clothes shifting around, you looked at Alear, who removed every last garment on him, showing his well toned body. You couldn't help but to briefly gaze down at his precum covered cock.

The man in front of you, grabbed the lower part of your legs and raised them, pushing them up until they were next to your chest. He aligned his member against the entrance of your pussy, pressing his tip inside.

Your eyes widened and felt your throat dry at the sudden fullness in your lower body, you release a sob at the pain and tears formed in the corner of your eyes.

Alear watched the teary look in your face, you were so cute, he couldn't help himself but to start pushing deeper and deeper.

The way you tightened around his cock, it was so addicting, so warm, so perfect. He removed his member momentarily before pressing back, his cock fully inside of you.

A scream died on your throat, it hurt as if your soul had been ripped from your body. You try to grab onto the blankets underneath you with your weak fists.

He started to move inside, slamming back against your ass, you could feel him in the deepest parts of your body, his tip kissing your womb, each time he moved forward.

"This feeling... I don't understand it very well. It burns, it's weird". Alear said in between breaths, as he rocked his body back and forth, gaining some whimpers from you. He got closer to you, his weight on top of you, you could feel his hot breath next to your left ear. You could feel him smirking without even looking at him.

"But I think, I quite like it".

His voice sent shivers down your spine, he started to nibble your ear, while his left hand traveled downwards and his thumb rubbed your clit.

You could feel it again, the burning sensation building up in your core, thanks to the overwhelming pleasure in all of your body.

Alear's rhythm was starting to become sloppy, not wanting to leave your pussy, changing between a slow pace and a rapid one, with no thought.

Alear stopped nibbling on your left lobe and with his right hand still holding your hip, he looked at you with desperation as if you had the solution to his problem. The youthful dragon mumbled incoherent and unfinished sentences, he would say your name like a mantra, or talk about worshipping and loyalty, not that you could comprehend anything he said, for your mind was nothing but a mush of pleasure, you couldn't hold back any longer, and neither could he.

And you came, for the third time this night, followed by Alear cumming inside of you. You could feel the cum covering your inner walls and landing in your womb.

You stayed still with your body shaking, while Alear tried to regulate his breath. He looked at you with adoration, his right hand caressed the left side of your face and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. "I will soon have your attention and devotion, just like you have mine".

AN: oh dear, oh dear, this took too long to write. This is actually one of the first 5 drafts that I made, but I wasn't satisfied with the interaction between Alear and Sombron, at some point I even replaced Sombron with Zephia at some point, but I still didn't like it :( so I decided to not post this until Sombron was added to FEH... That was last month, but I unfortunately was really busy, but I'm back, I finally had time to write.

When I wrote the Alear and Sombron part, the next day, the FE:Engage manga revealed, who the emblem of foundations was. I won't say who it is, it was expected, but still really cool to see!!

Also, I don't think I'll do too much, gendered!reader and nsfw, I don't mind writing it, so I would probably do it once every blue moon. I'll mostly keep it as a gender neutral!reader.

A devil closing in

[Yandere!Incubi!Elm x GN!Reader]

CW: Modern AU, Angels/Demons AU, reader has a boyfriend, abusive relationship, harming, blood, suggestive content, implied exhibitionism, dub-con, cheating, implied murdering thoughts, physical abuse, captivity

You stayed still, sitting on the soft fabric that covered your bed, watching your boyfriend arranging candles on the empty and clean floor, all as he ranted about his family, just like he does every single time that he visits you.

How overbearing and his parents were, how suffocating his job, or how nagging his younger sister was. The same old songs, over and over.

Still, you cared about him, you two were together for years by now.

You still remember the moment he entered your life, you were alone, vulnerable and hollow. He came into the scene and filled your gaps, he was there, where you were at the lowest point of your life.

Yet, it seems that you can't do the same for him, no matter how much you try to help him in any form, he just shuns you away. The closer you get, the farther you end up. The only thing you could do was listen.

You would nod to any question that he asked you, since he in reality didn't look for an actual answer, he wanted you to agree with him.

The sound of fingers snapping broke you out of your thoughts, directing your attention to your boyfriend, who wasn't pleased with you ignoring him. He was crouching on the floor, candles in different points and salt that copied a pattern from a book next to him.

"Sorry, were you saying?"

"C'mon here".

You crouched next to him, he looked at you with those eyes that you adored and gave you a nostalgic smile, a smile that you thought had been left behind years ago, you returned the gesture.

He grabbed one of your hands with his. The warm feeling of his hands over yours, you missed and wanted to hold onto it for a little longer.

But reality hit you as you felt a cold and sharp metal slashing the palm of your hand, you hissed at the pain and freed you hand from his grip immediately, walking backwards, away from him, you covered your wounded hand with the other and watched how your aggressor dropped the blood drops from the knife into the floor drabbles.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!".

You yelled at him, wanting an explanation, why did he do that? But your demands fell on deft ears, as he mumbled to himself, you could barely understand the words that he was saying, you caught up some phrases like, how he was going to be free, leaving everything behind and how the rest would be dragged to hell.

His eyes were beaming with madness, excited to meet the one that would make his dreams come true...

But nothing happened.

The seconds that passed, soon turned into minutes, and everything remained the same, except for the impatience that your boyfriend was feeling, it evolved into annoyance and later to anger.

You wanted to say something, but you knew well that he would just yell and curse at you, you had enough with your bleeding hand, you didn't need more trouble.

Your angered boyfriend grabbed his jacket and stormed out of your apartment, leaving you behind with a wound in your hand and a mess on your floor.

You first treated your hand in your bathroom, cleaned it and covered it up, and when you came back to the bedroom you groaned at the candle wax dripping in your floor and at the blood that stained it. You were thinking about ways to clean it and your felt chills roaming your body.

The room felt more cold than before, and a strong gust opened your window, you covered your face at the unexpected attack from the wind and closed your window, making sure that it wouldn't open once more.

The lights started to flicker and the room started to shake, making you lose balance and falling on your side on the floor. A dark cloud of smoke formed around the floor drawing that your boyfriend did, and from it a figure came out of it.

Soft and silky short hair, accompanied by a small golden head piece and dark horns. Black bodysuit that hung around his slender figure. A thin and long dark tail and a pair of dark bat wings that grew on his back.

He was beautiful, that you could have mistook him for an angel at first glance.

His sharp red eyes landed on you, his face had unpleased written all over it, clearly not feeling happy about being here.

"To be dragged out to the mortal world in a moment like this... I swear-".

You interrupted him by your scared yelp. "A, a demon!? Are you, are you going to take me?". You stuttered in response to your nervousness, and crawled backwards, creating distance between your two.

"Do I look like Hel to you?". The red-haired being answered your stupid comment with sarcasm. He sighed and cleared his throat afterwards. "I am Elm, an Incubi from the realm of the demons and lady Embla's right hand".

"I... I'm [name]". You introduced yourself to the devilish man.

"Tell me [name], what does a person like you want from someone like me?".

You were confused at his question. "Me? I... I'm not looking for anything".

Your reply fell on Elm like a boulder in the middle of a flight, surely you're jesting right? Be mindful, he's not fond of jokes. "You're kidding right? Then why waste both of our time by summoning me!?" His wings and tail were stiff, he resemblanced to a bat that was ready to launch at you.

"I didn't do it!". You covered your head with your arms and closed your eyes.

"Isn't this your blood!? Who else if not you!?". Annoyance was growing inside of his body.

"My... Boyfriend". You admitted. "I...heard him, he said that he will leave everyone and be free...". You stopped from running your mouth, you knew what he meant by that.

"Your boyf- agh!". He snapped. "For the love of- I need to request my lady to remove any ancient Emblain books from the mortal world". You didn't understand what was happening and he couldn't tell, based on the expression on your face. "You don't get it, don't you?". You denied with your head, he took a deep breath to attempt to calm himself. "First of all, he summoned the wrong type of demon, I'm an Incubi". With each word the anger increased. "Second of all, if your boyfriend wanted a demon to be bound to him, he needs to use his own blood, it's a sacrifice after all. If you use something with no value to you, or use someone else's, then it's not a sacrifice. What a fucking joke of a man". He sighed.

"Can't you go back to hell? or whatever your place is...?".

"Not hell". Why was that such a common misconception? Elm wondered. "I can only go back if we both fulfill our contract".

"And... What do I have to do?". You asked him.

The Incubi grinned, his fangs shimmering in the dark room, and in the blink of an eye, you went from the corner of your room, to laying on your bed, the bat-resembling demon pinned you down, your hands were trapped under his hands, his right knee separated your legs.

"Huh!?".

"Don't move too much, you may enjoy it if you stay still". The sensation of his hot breath in your neck, made your skin quiver, his fangs caressed your skin, and you closed your eyes.

Will you give in? Or...?

"No!". You opened your eyes and squirmed underneath Elm, freeing yourself and getting him off you. You sat in your bed. "I can't do it, I can't do this to... him". You couldn't dare to cheat. Love was built with trust, if you did that, you would be as bad as anyone who hurt you or him in the past.

It was not right.

Elm groaned at your stupidity, he just cut your hand and you still decided to remain faithful? Mortals were truly a bunch of morons, no wonder they have those cows called angels to guide them, they were useless with zero common sense.

Still, there was no point in trying to argue with you, if you weren't willing to do your part, he won't be free.

"I can't believe I'm stuck here because of that bum that you call your boyfriend". His wings raised him from the bed, keeping in the air. "At least you're pretty to look at, can't wait to see your expression at every misfortune that comes in your life". The tone of his voice was like he was craving for bad things to happen to you, almost mouthwatering.

And that was the beginning of your new life, with an Incubi living under the same roof as you.

At first, he detested having to stay with you, for he just wanted to go back to his home realm with his lady Embla. You didn't tell your boyfriend about the ritual actually succeeding nor about Elm, luckily, Elm was able to make himself invisible to anyone other than you, his contractor, though it was hard to not acknowledge him, anytime that he mocked your partner.

The Incubi liked teasing you, and eventually started to enjoy your company, you weren't the worst mortal he could have been bound to. But those feelings of enjoyment soon bloomed into something deeper.

He was falling for you.

For Embla's sake, now he loathed your boyfriend with a burning hatred.

If only he could have you in his arms, holding you, or maybe having you sit on his lap, as his tail rolls up to your tight. However, that boy toy of yours keeps getting in the way!

Oh, Elm wanted to kill him so badly.

How should he get rid of him?

Maybe torture him first?

So many options to pick...

But it wasn't enough, he wanted him to suffer, to be chained to endless misery. And he had the perfect idea...

You haven't seen your boyfriend for a while now, no call or messages have reached you, you talked and asked about him to his friends and family, but to no avail. You looked at his socials, but there wasn't any luck, you attempted to fill a report for a missing person and haven't heard from the station in a while.

You were heartbroken, did he really do it? Did he leave everyone behind? Including you? Was this the end of the rose colored dream? Has everything really ended?

Not only that, but Elm kept pestering you, mocking the disappearance and presumably death of your boyfriend, yet he also tried to get you to seek comfort in him.

And he got it. You wanted to be held with love and care for a while. Was that a bad thing?

You were desperate for affection that you gave in, you leaned closer to him and pressed your lips against his, he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer, the two of you melted in each other's bodies.

Your partner woke up groggy, he was confused by his surroundings, everything was dark, except for a giant red moon that illuminated the sky, when his mind went back in place, he tried to move, only to find out that his entire body was chained. Wherever he was, it was an inhuman place.The only thing he could do, was to stare at a dark cloud that projected images of familiar faces and places.

Specifically, he watched you in your room, melting on top of a strange looking man with bat wings that wrapped you both.

You begged for his touch, pleading for his attention and calling the red-haired man's name like a mantra, all while your boyfriend watched in horror.

The creature of the night marked your neck with his fangs, his devilish smirk didn't go unnoticed by your partner, and those red devil eyes stared back at him, as if he knew he was watching you both.

Your boyfriend was trapped in an unknown place for god knows how long, and the only thing he could do, was watch how this demon steals you from him.

Fated in the Afterlife

[Yandere!Risen/Deadlord!Chrom x GN reader]

CW: FE Awakening's bad ending, different worlds, Infinite Regalia xenologue, everyone is dead, self-hatred(?), jealousy, envy, Chrom is an empty and emotionless husk at first, yandere behavior. To difference both Chroms, the other Chrom's name and pronouns will be in italic.

How long has it been? Days? Months? Years? Decades? Chrom couldn't tell, for he was trapped in these decaying ruins, time passed by, and yet he remained in the same place.

He had no desire to leave, nor did he wish to stay. Chrom has no dreams or ambitions of his own anymore, like an empty husk, he would only continue to swing his blade against any trespassers who dared to take the divine weapons that resided alongside him.

Waiting...

Fighting...

Waiting...

Fighting...

Those were the only things he knew, for everyday, as long as he had consciousness, unless his master decided to release him from their grip, Chrom was destined to a mindless routine.

But one day, light was brought back to Chrom's eyes.

He was alerted that an army was heading towards the ruins, they seemed to be capable fighters and brilliant at battle tactics. Maybe in the past he would be eager to clash blades against such interesting warriors, but Chrom didn't have his fighting spirit anymore.

Chrom couldn't find himself to care who he was facing, until he had to raise his sword against someone he considered long gone, someone he never thought would get to see once more.

He met you.

But it wasn't you, not the you he knew.

There you stood up, your skin retained your beautiful and healthy color, unlike his cold and sickly decoloration, your hair looked so soft, just as he remembered, and your eyes, they had that spark full of hope and life that he lacked.

It was as if time had moved backwards, to the first time you two fought side by side on the battlefield, he would charge to the front lines as you covered his back with your bow.

At last... Fate was a cruel thing, as the arrow you used to protect him, were now aimed at him.

For the first time in Naga knows how long, Chrom's will threaten to falter, he couldn't bring himself to hurt you. Damnit, was this his master's doing? Did they enjoy tormenting him? Did they want for him to strike down the person that lived in his heart?

A familiar voice interjected, joining your side. That blue hair that matched the eyes, that unmistakable brand on the right arm, and that indistinguishable blade on hand. No doubt, it was him. Chrom, the Exalt prince of Ylisse.

A young and full of hope Chrom, that had yet to challenge his fate, stood in front of you, intending to protect you with his Falchion, raising it against him. He asked you about your well-being, with a tone in his voice that exposed how worried he was. You were fine, you said, as you gave him a confident smile.

At the sight of you two, Chrom's resolve was firmer than before, he had no intentions of hurting you, but the same couldn't be said for him. Chrom never thought that the person he wished to harm the most, would be himself, he couldn't help it, he felt envy coursing through his body.

Couldn't you give him one of your beautiful smiles, once more?

Couldn't you hold him for a while?

Couldn't you leave that Chrom and stay with him?

The lifeless husk of the Exalt fought like there was no tomorrow, as if he would be able to change fate, and yet, it was not enough.

The battle had concluded, Chrom and his comrades had fallen, forced to give away the divine weapons that they had protected for years. The Ylissian royal and his army left the ruins. Chrom wouldn't be able to see you, anymore.

Ever since that battle, Chrom wasn't himself anymore, or rather, was himself once more, as if he had been freed from a spell, he was allowed to think, to feel, to remember... His comrades, on the contrary, stood as he once did, they wandered aimlessly, with no purpose or wishes of their own.

The fallen from grace prince, recalled a mysterious gate that was said to lead to different realms, and for the first time Chrom had decided to leave the ruins. He had one goal in mind.

He wanted to find you.

Even if he needs to go through every existing realm and doom any other Chrom and Ylisse's destinies.

He will find you.

My apologies for answering late!

I'm glad that you enjoy my work, it means a lot! :) I also appreciate your comment, because yes I do agree that the lack of tags can and is indeed reducing the reach of an audience. I did/do get indecisive about how many I should add, if they're repetitive, if my works even fits certain tags, etc. and I ended up with little tags.

But you're right and I will try to be bolder with the tags, I enjoy writing these, and I want to share them!

Still I do need to make peace with the fact that fire emblem is still not that well known, in comparison to jjk or hsr that are too common. I do not expect some of my works to get a lot of attention, especially for characters before fe7.

I am surprised that there was interest for the Saul one, if I'm being honest.

Thunder over the Wind

[Yandere!Arlen x GN!Khadein Student!Reader]

Arlen could still remember your first day that Khadein's school of magic, you tried and tried, again and again to befriend him. For some time, you believed that there was no progress whatsoever, yet, that was far from the truth, for Arlen had slowly opened up to you and he enjoyed your company, it was really hard to notice these changes unless you were looking for them specifically.

And just like a gust of wind, quick and without notice, the two of you had become friends.

You admired Arlen, he was talented with magic and very dedicated to his lessons, you, alongside many of your classmates, firmly believed that he would inherit the powerful tome, Excalibur, for sage Wendell had him in high regard.

On the other hand, Arlen adored your praises and compliments towards him, he craved for your affection, after all, you wanted to be around him instead of anyone else!

It was like a dream come true!

...

But just like a dream, it had to come to an end...

For one of your lessons, you both had to be paired up with someone by Wendell's choice. The golden-haired mage already despised the idea of not having you at his side, but, of all people to pair up with you... Why did it have to be that whelp named Merric?

Why Merric?

Why him?

Were the divinities above him mocking him? Merric was an Altean noble scumbag, his lineage gave him the same opportunities that Arlen had worked hard to achieve, not only he was favored by master Wendell, but now he would hog all of your attention, just like the greedy nobleman that he is.

Arlen knew you well, you were a kind and gentle soul, you couldn't dare to be mean to anyone - much to his demise - and that would include his junior apprentice Merric. But surely, he wouldn't develop feelings for a commoner like yourself, right? After all, you two lived entirely different lives...

Once again, Arlen believed his life to be a tragic comedy for the ones above. Merric harbored love towards his childhood friend, princess Elice of Altea, however, you on the other hand, had developed a crush on Merric.

Just to put the cherry on top, Merric had left Khadein's school and returned to Altea, with Excalibur tome on his hand, granted by master Wendell. The same time that Arlen had worked all of his life, in hope of wielding one day. Not only that, but you followed Merric back to Altea, saying that you will be joining the Altean prince's army.

Were you out of your mind? Khadein had been loyal to the Archanea Empire and for you to go against it...

You would lose your head.

And yet, before departing, you stood in front of him, firmly, determined to follow through with your decision. You would follow Merric and lend your aid to the prince's cause.

After you left, Arlen stood at the entrance of Khadein, feeling like a part of him had gone missing. His hopes of wielding Excalibur were but ashes on the wind and you were gone as well, you picked Merric, just like Wendell did, just like everyone else did. You had chosen Merric, over him.

The blonde mage stopped reminiscing about the past, being brought back to reality by the feeling of Khadein's warm sand caressing his face. Maybe Excalibur was now out of his reach, but you? You were out there fighting for your life in war, weak and scared, all for a guy who will never return your feelings.

With Thoron on his hand he made way to continue with his work, with Khadein under his control, he prepared to strike the Altean army, with the deluded wish of taking you back to Khadein, where you will be safe with him, as he protects you from any possible threat.

Prince Marth, Emperor Hardin, Sorcerer Gharnef, Divine Naga...

It didn't matter the opponent, Arlen wouldn't back down from taking what was rightfully his, he would not stop until you go back to where you belong.

At his side.

AN: It came to me in a dream and I had to sit down and write.

[Yandere!Ninja!Navarre x GN!Summoner!Reader]

CW: Mentions of stalking, mentions of threats towards the reader, descriptions of murder and blood.

The red wolf moon was fast approaching and within, came the order of heroes' festival. Usually you would be so excited to help out, whether by adorning the Askr's main plaza, or hanging out with the heroes you invited. But something had shifted, you were scared to be alone and even more scared to be around other people, you jumped at the sound of weapons and were constantly alert to your surroundings.

There was something wrong with you and Navarre could tell.

Navarre wasn't someone interested in conversations, yet he couldn't let this go unnoticed and decided to face you.

Just... What was going on with you?

Nevertheless, you couldn't give him a full answer, hell, you couldn't even give him an answer at all, you would come up with excuses while squirming under his grip and avoid eye-contact with him. Navarre knew that this would lead to nowhere and decided to let you go.

Days had passed since he confronted you, the long-haired man attempted to forget about the whole ordeal, yet fate seemed to have other plans as he overheard your conversation between you, Shamir and Igrene, who also had taken notice of your odd behavior. It turned out to be the infatuation of a secret admirer, or so they claimed on the tons of creepy letters that they sent, full of threats towards you and your friends. Whoever it was the person, they appeared to want to isolate you, hence why you avoided everyone.

If only you could see Navarre's expression, you would be able to see the rage rising on his face, you would feel absolute fear at his sight. You believe that you revealed more than you should have and leave the archers behind, as you mumbled to yourself about how much you wanted the person to leave you alone, and about how much you longed for this to end.

Right now, Navarre wasn't Archanea's swordmaster, he was a ninja, even if it was for a festival, he followed the path of the Hoshidan generals, he would protect his master, the one he was bonded to.

He would protect you.

This was the night that Navarre would put his skills to the test, he stayed up all night, watching over your chambers, keeping an eye at your surroundings, until he took notice of a mysterious figure, someone who he had never seen had infiltrated the order of heroes' grounds and roamed around Askr's barracks freely. Navarre had located the threat.

Navarre, for as long as he can remember, he never backed down from a job, no matter how dirty or immoral, and he knew for sure that he wasn't going to back down now. This person was a danger towards you, and that was a good enough reason to eliminate them.

He played the waiting game, lurking for that small opportunity to intervene. His eyes locked on the person's figure, it was a man, younger than him, maybe around your age, too clumsy and weak, he didn't seem that he could even wield a healing staff. This was the guy that tormented you? He wanted to laugh, if it weren't for the knife that he held on tightly, as he walked towards your private chambers. It was time.

Navarre sneaked around, making sure that no one was around, he slowly approached the man from behind, raising the naginata on his right hand and struck him down from behind, as well as covering the man's mouth with his left hand, not allowing for the man to make a sound. The stranger dropped the knife as Navarre slashed his throat and blood dripped from the cut and he choked from it. Your stalker fell on his knees, losing the strength of his body, Navarre released the lips of the man, and pierced his chest with both of his naginatas, and again, and again, every strike that he dealt reflected his disgust, hatred and the rage he felt towards this fool of a man. The simple sight of him, was enough to make Navarre's blood boil.

When Navarre concluded with his job, the man's body was gutted beyond recognition, his heart peeked from his insides and his blood splashed the body's surroundings.

The moon bathed Navarre's beautiful face, covered in crimson blood, he let a satisfied sigh and a smile was plastered on his face, this had been the most fulfilling job he had the pleasure to take on. You were free and you had him to thank! The Archanean soldier cupped the body and carried him towards an unutilized armory storage, he closed the door from the outside and laid his back against the cool metal of the door, his body sliding downwards until he took a seat on the comfortable grass, his gazed followed the moon above him until it disappeared from the sky and got replaced by the warm sun.

The next morning you woke up and started your day as any other - besides from the fear that creeped your entire being, of course - you left your room and were greeted by an overwhelming smell, it was nauseating. You decided to follow the smell, leading you towards one of the storages for the armory and in front of it, laid Navarre, his body and face was stained by red. Was he hurt? It worried you and decided to kneel beside him. You wondered if he hurted him and as if you were an open book, Navarre could tell what you were thinking and asked you about him. You didn't know what to say, you wanted to deny it, back down from this place, but by the look of his eyes, you knew that wasn't an option. Both of you stood up and without expecting it, he pinned you against the cooled door. He wanted you to tell him the truth about everything and you... Did as told.

You told him everything, who the man was, how long this had been going on, all that he had done, etc. The man was the son of one the Order of Heroes' main food providers, a spoiled and unmarried young man who always seek you out, like a kid with a brand new toy, you had previously declined his advances and you believed that he took it well, but the reality was other, at first he was just more demanding for your attention, you couldn't comprehend what made him drive to threatening and stalking. While all his creepy actions were recent, his "crush" on you had been going on for a while.

With each word that came out of your mouth, Navarre got angrier and angrier. He really was a scumbag, someone like him truly deserved an end like that.

You took a big breath before asking if he was the reason that Navarre looked like that. Navarre wondered briefly in his mind about his answer and decided to take your hand, guiding you inside.

And there you saw the most putrid image you had ever seen in your life, the lifeless body of your stalker laying on the floor, his throat, chest and stomach gutted like a fish, fresh and dried blood mixing up in a puddle below him, you could spot several of his organs pooking out, and gods the smell, it made you gag, you wanted to throw up at this sight. This horrifying image would forever be engraved in your mind.

How could this happen?

You felt Navarre's bloodied hands over you, his left hand laying over your shoulder, as his right one cupped your cheeks and chin from behind, you could feel his hot breath between your neck and right ear.

Your wishes were his commands, your enemies were his enemies, that was the oath his swore on as a ninja. He would forever do as his master wants.

AN: If you saw two drafts of this, with one of them being empty, no you didn't.

I don't know what is going on with Tumblr, I tried to save it as a draft but it just published it? I thought I had made a mistake, that I was just too sleepy or something, but no, it wasn't me, its Tumblr being weird ://

[Yandere!Narcian x GN!Emblian Soldier!Reader]

CW: implied past choking, mention of death, blood and implied murder.

It was a bountiful season in Askr, the flowers were blooming, the birds sang and the leaves danced with the wind. Spring had arrived!

The spring festival was the time where Askr's citizens and its summoned heroes could enjoy a peaceful moment alongside their cherished ones. The young ones played and looked for colorful eggs with their friends and family at this beautiful time of the year.

At last... If only you were back on Embla with your family enjoying the festivities, instead of running away from a lunatic from The Order of Heroes.

'I thought they only had villagers and spoiled little princes and princesses, how did a guy like him end up in their ranks?'. You thought, as your legs moved across the fields of Askr, with direction towards Embla. 'What kind of psycho did the summoner get? Does prince Alfonse know about him?. You shook your head, you didn't have time to think about the prince's questionable position. 'Nevermind that, I need to go back, report to princess Veronica'.

Your breath starts to get agitated and your legs threaten you with faltering, your lips and throat were dry and your eyesight blurred, you were tired, at least your worn out Emblain uniform offered your some coverage from the sun, or at least it tried...

From afar, you could see how Embla's castle started to come to view, you couldn't give up, not now, not when you were so close to home.

You pushed your body's limit, running as fast as possible, you wouldn't be able to stop, even if you wanted to.

Embla's scenery grew with each step that you took. The sight of your homeland made your heart ache, yearning for that sensation of comfort from your home, you would shed a tear if you could. You could already imagine your parents hugging you, your outings with your friends, your leader Letizia welcoming you back to your position. Your normal life was within your reach.

A loud roar echoed through the skies, waking you from your daydream and making you cover your eyes momentarily.

He had found you.

Fear roamed your body and invaded your mind, losing focus and making your legs finally give in to the ground. The sound of wings flapping on the air, made you lay in a fetal position, getting your legs closer to your chest. It brought you awful memories, the sensation of the rope burning against your arms, legs, torso and even neck. The gruesome sight of the lifeless bodies of your comrades, their deep wounds and the smell of blood overwhelmed your senses, it was nauseating.

A shadow lingered above you and the sound of flapping wings got closer with each second, a creature landed on top of you, its legs on each side of your body, leaving you no chance to escape. A voice spoke, and for Embla, you wished to never hear it again.

"Ah!~ So this is where my little pet went! And here I thought I may never be able to see you again". Bern's wyvern general, Narcian, got off his mount and his dragoon took a few steps backwards, leaving space for him to approach you. "Tsk, tsk, naughty pet running away from home, from their master. What will I ever do with you?". He pressed your back with his right foot, freeing your legs from your grasp, you whimper in pain, your body was so weak that you were sure that he could break your bones with such ease if he wanted to.

The blonde lowered his body and grabbed a handful of your hair, the sensation of his hot breath against your neck and ear sent shivers down your spine. "Have I ever told you, what happens to traitors in Bern? You should think twice before leaving me~". He let go of your head, making your face hit the ground.

His words induced you fear, your heartbeat quickened with panic. "P-please, I want to go home, I-I won't tell anyone about this...". Narcian stood, as if he was considering letting you go, before he added more pressure on to your back, gaining a painful groan from you.

"Pet, your 'home' is with me! You belong to me now". A thought crossed his mind. "Though... Maybe we! no, I! Should pay your family a visit, you know, as a farewell". He laughed with deviousness. The thought of this monster getting close to your family was enough to froze your body in place.

"NO! Please! I-I'll go back! I'll, I'll stay! Just don't hurt them, please!". You wanted to cry, but no tears were able to form, and dirt covered your face, gods you couldn't look more pathetic than you do right now, such an embarrassing display.

"Hmmm? And I thought my pet wanted to see their family one last time, I was ready to take you there personally out of the goodness of my heart!". The general replied with a mocking tone, you didn't dare to respond, you laid on the ground with your lips quivering, live a poor kicked animal. Narcian grinned wickedly, his expression was macabre, almost as if you were facing a devil. "Oh~ Is my pet finally learning their place? I couldn't be more proud of my dearest". His 'infatuation' made you sick to the stomach, all the pain and suffering that you went through in the name of his so-called adoration, you wanted nothing more than run away from it, and yet... It was hopeless, there was nowhere to go and both Askr and Embla knew that you couldn't kill him, there was no other choice but to give in.

Bern's wyvern rider added more pressure on your back and he laughed at the look of pain in your face, oh, he was delighted by the sight. "Still, don't think that I've forgotten about this pitiful act of disobedience. Pets like you need to be taught a lesson~". He laughed as he carried you in his arms, on top of his mount.

His laugh would plague your mind, as a reminder that you will never see Embla, ever again.

[Yandere!Saul x GN Isekai Reader]

Shoot down, once again. Saul didn't get it, what was he doing wrong? Was he really that undesirable? Oh, won't the holy Saint Elimine take pity on his poor soul and show him the way to find someone to adore and cherish?

As the dark blue night covered the sky of Elibe, Saul was taking one last look at Saint Elimine's grounds before gathering his stuff and leaving for the night.

Suddenly, a loud sound was here inside the Tower of the Saint. Only members of the church were allowed to enter, but he was the only one present, then just who...?

Saul hurried to investigate the origin of the sound, once he reached the top, that's when he found you...

You were laying unconscious, you must have fallen and hit your head, but fell from where? The only thing above you and the priest was the starry sky. Could it be?

Oh! Praise the grounds of Saint Elimine and the heavens above! his prayers were answered.

The healer kneeled next to you, observing your beautiful face, he caressed the left side of your face with his hand. Such a soft skin, were you really his? He couldn't believe it, he mumbled his gratitude to the heavens before carrying your body, the same way that the beautiful brides were carried on their special day.

The more he stared at your sleepy form, the more his face flushed, how could someone so perfect exist? Saul returned to the base floor of the tower, he wanted to take you to the church and let you grace others with your holy being descended from the heavens by god itself...

But what about some scoundrels tainted your holiness? Their deprived and sinful eyes looking at you with lust. Now Saul has always believed the idea of any person being able to repent and live a better life, but he couldn't risk you, you weren't a normal person, you were his gift from the legends of Elibe and he would take good care of you.

Saul took you outside of the tower, carrying you in his arms as his legs led him to an abandoned small church, far away from the tower and the main church of Saint Elimine in Aquleia.

The place had its windows blocked by wooden planks, the wooden door needed a little push to open, the inside of the church had no source of lightning, the seats were scattered around, luckily for him - and you - there weren't any bandits inside.

The young priest laid your body on the altar, the moonlight penetrated the creaks of the wooden planks, it made you look like you were glowing with divinity. He smiled, how fortunate he was, he found the one who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. This was the beginning of a life of paradise, at least for him.

As for you...

[Yandere!Anankos x GN!Summoner!Reader]

Hate was a strong word, and yet it didn't fully cover how the first dragon felt towards you.

He loathed you.

He despised you and the contract that bound him to you, forcing him to live among mortals, it sickened him to be reduced to the same level as these so-called 'Heroes'.

He detested you for making watch mortals and dragons work together in harmony, a peace that he could never get back. Askr was just a bitter reminder of what he lost.

You were a cruel summoner.

Or at least that was what he thought at first.

The more Anankos observed you, the more he was able to take a glance at your true persona. Always supporting your comrades both on the battlefield and outside of it as well, you knew and understood that there were many "heroes" that heavily disliked you and refused to cooperate and yet, you never turned your back on them. You always tried your best to amend any infighting caused by other heroes.

You reminded him of Cadros. A benevolent figure who always cares for its people and did what was best for them, standing tall alongside those in need.

The pinnacle of a ruler.

You never pushed Anankos way, even when he's consumed by rage, blinded by sorrow and aching in pain, you never hesitated to him the same compassion that you showed to others.

You would always give him a kind small that warmed his being. It felt familiar, a memory of a gentle smile would plague his mind, maybe from the distant past, he couldn't recall. Was that memory even his? Or was it from that part of him that he cast away? Nevertheless, Anankos understood one thing.

He needed you.

Anankos wished for one thing, and only one, he longed for the rise of a new Valla, one with abundant prosperity, where humans and dragons could live in peace, he would use one of those deep realms where one of those wretched children used to live, after all, not a single living soul breathed in them.

However there was always a problem with his wish. Cadros was gone in every realm in existence and no one has been able to fulfill the shoes of the first king of Valla, no one could replace Cadros, he couldn't let these traitorous creatures rule over Valla, no one was made to take the throne, none, except for you! You were the key to his problem.

You were perfect.

You weren't meant to be a mere summoner, no. You were meant for more, Anankos will drag you out of Askr to Valla and rule alongside him. If he can force his way into Askr, who's to say that he can't leave with you?

You were now, one of the first dragon's chosen human and are to be blessed by the Silent Dragon, he would protect you and the kingdom.