Hell's infectious spread has consumed Earth as we know it. Humanity lives on, holding on just barely, thrust down to the bottom of the food chain and stuck in an endless war against the hordes of evil. God has abandoned His creations. The Heavens have locked their gates long ago.
Nobody has seen one like Auden in over a century. The Fallen are highly sought after as they are defenceless, weak and precious. They aren't meant to survive, and Auden doesn't expect his life to go on for much longer either. Fortunately â or rather unfortunately, â it appears someone special has taken a liking to him, and will not let him go so easily.
Character refs/exploration/lore/fun facts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Art:
Grim and Mori have a little snack together :)
Playlists: Grim I His Majesty
General cw: creepy/intimate whumper, sadistic whumper, carewhumper, angel whumpee, demon whumper, deity whumper, nonhuman whumpee/whumper, gore, torture, abuse, blood, manipulation, death, power dynamics, cannibalism (?), religious undertones and fucky headspaces related to God and such, (fantasy) medwhump, tiny whump, collars, slavery, dehumanisation, gay ass deities, suicidal ideation, self-loathing, I'll add more as we go
0. The Prelude - Auden's fall
1. Mercy - Auden arrives in rather rough shape to the Dragon Queen's manor, where he finds himself being taken care of by a seemingly gentle enough demon healer :3
2. Thoughts of Resentment - direct continuation of Mercy, we meet Miss Thu'lin
2.5. Chess - written after Foreboding Intermezzo, but happens right before Grim shows up at Miss Thu'lin's. tiny whump, gore, introducing someone special :)
3. Death Comes Knocking - cont. from Thoughts of Resentment, Grim introduces himself in a rather dramatic fashion, the Doctor dips
4. The Shepherd Wolf - cont. from Death Comes Knocking, Grim takes a basically catatonic Auden 'home' as the angel boy tries his damnedest not to have a meltdown, and fails!
5. Mori - cont. from The Shepherd Wolf, Auden meets a friend :)
6. A Lesson in Selfishness - cont. from Mori, Auden learns how to eat things! :) definitely nothing else happens
7. Bloodhound - after A Lesson in Selfishness, Grim's pov
8. Brazen Arrogance - direct cont of Bloodhound, we finally meet some humans, His Majesty is not happy
9. Foreboding Intermezzo - Mori and Auden get some time to themselves while Grim is away
10. Abhorrent - Grim and His Majesty are being gay in public, also some people die
11. Blasphemy - Auden in his panic calls for Grim after Mori passes out, Grim and Auden have a nice pleasant little conversation! :D
11.5 Limbo - our favourite angel boy seems to be losing touch with reality somewhat, but not to worry, Grim is there to ease all his worries :3
12. My Dear Old Friend - part one of auden meeting his new master, His Majesty
13. The Raven - second part of auden meeting his new master, His Majesty, tw grims sadomasochism
14. Introductions â "Welcome Home, Auden."
14.5 â ??? (Wip)
(cont. under readmore)
Oneshots (as in anything that doesn't (yet) fit into the clean chronological list at the top đ)
Pearls of Maroon - his majesty punishes some poor servant in front of an audience (cont. in Phantasmagoria)
Lapdog - poor Mori being bullied for being so very pretty and submissive and good at their job :(
Mice - cont. from Lapdog â Mori is a little bit too scared and unstable, Grim is a little bit too tired to deal with it all.
Phantasmagoria - cont. of Pearls of Maroon; our poor clumsy little servant boy's punishment
Giftwrapped - Grim has a gift for Mori <3
Soulsearching - mori and grim do some introspection together
Mistwoods â One of the Doctor's little lab rats escapes. His Majesty and his hounds go out for a little late night hunt :)
The 'Quiet Game' â Grim and Mori play a fun game!
In-Character Responses
~ What do you think about Auden? (Mori)
~ Do you hurt the Reaper often? (His Majesty)
~ Do you ever feel guilty for how you treat Mori? (Grim)
~ OUGHH I NEED TO PET THE LITTLE CREATURE (labrat whumpee)
~ hello doctor how are you i miss you⌠(the Doctor)
~ What do you miss most about heaven and your life before you fell? (Auden)
~ What do you do in your free time? Anything you wish you could do? (Mori)
~ I loooooveeee Mori! (Mori)
Related
Sickeningly Sweet Ichor - an angel boy with a demon owner [this is older, but moved from my main masterlist to audenâs, im sure theres no reason for that dont worry about it]
My little mortal â a lonely deity takes in an annoyingly persistent mortal they grow to like, promising to give it exactly what it wants: divine attention (/malicious >:)) [another older one-shot moved to this masterlist, surely this has no narrative importance, dont think about it too long :-) ]
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"All the same, no?" | Cold hands | Choking | Presence |
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It had been weeks, could have even been a month, they weren't sure, when things were fine. They coexisted peacefully, sat by each other for dinner, watched TV together on colder nights, sparse exchanges of words became conversations, even lighthearted banter. It was perfectly mundane and simple, hard to trust the safety of it, but they eventually settled into it.
It happened too fast for them to understand, when they were pushed off the couch.
Then Whumper staring them down, reaching for the chain secured to the radiator that had been an unimportant detail of the background until then.
Whumpee had sunk to their knees and sobbed.
"I thought this- this wouldn't happen, that it's not like this anymore, please!" they cried.
"No, that's not how it works. Give me your hands," Whumper ordered. And they did.
whats something about one of your blorbos that makes u go feral
His Majesty's love-hate-despise-admire relationship with humanity. He loves them, he hates them, he loves to hate them, and he hates to love them! Everything about them! Every flaw is something that annoys him in the way it reinforces how perfect a creature the human is, and how, at the same time, he sees himself in every shade of their existence. Their pride, their stubbornness, their anger, their jealousy, their cruelty, their lust, their greed, all of it. He is the originator of these sins, and it pisses him the fuck off every time he sees a little of himself in an insignificant, stupid, weak, pathetic child abandoned by their creator... The only thing that pisses him off more is how beautiful and flawless he finds them despite it.
He himself is somewhat of a paradox, and so are his feelings utterly complicated and hard to envision. Needless to say, Grim loves taunting him about this.
AS FOR SHOWING MORI IN COTL!! thereâs no option to share photos on ur blog as of right now I donât think⌠unless Iâm being dumbâŚbut I can tell you that his two traits are ânaturally obedientâ and âpettableâ and he is a very good cult follower (unironically the game is centred around a god of death so I always think of Mori and grim when I play :p)
Ohhh my god naturally obedient and pettable are perhaps the best words to describe mori youre right they are in your game!!!!! Also i think i turned off media in my asks a long time ago bc of porn bots but i have turned it back on now! Also submissions are open too!!
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just watched a video of prey animals standing up to humans to defend their babies, and all i can think about is whumpee (scared, shaking, wants to run) standing up to whumper to protect a smaller, weaker whumpee
"I thought you said you were going to be good, sweetheart?" Whumper cooed, as fresh tears welled in Whumpee's eyes. "Oh, I know it's hard to watch your friend get hurt, baby. But that's the whole point."
Beings like His Majesty and Grim have a so called "presence." They're both gods, creatures with unimaginable power and control over the laws of the world â and mortals can feel it. They can feel them arrive before they see them appear.
Grim's presence is a sudden drop in tempreture. An inexplicable hastening of the heart. Anxiety, fear, panic. The uniquely worrying smell of death and petrichor, old blood. The toll of the bell.
His Majesty's presence could only be described as the feeling of an oncoming nightmare. Those precious moments before a lovely dream turns into horror; that uncanny, rotten tingle one experiences when looking into the eyes of a simulacrum â at its core, that is the flavour of his being.
Additionally however, with His Majesty there is a kind of oppressive domination that overtakes the air in any room he enters. He is God-King of Hell and Earth, bringer of the Dawn and ruler of all mortals living, dead or wandering; his position a throne nobody but him could possibly fill. His very being demands respect and submission of the utmost variety.
The bodies of those in his presence sense his divinity and react accordingly. They may fall to their knees before they could think to. They may go thoughtless, experience a sort of eldritch buzz taking over their mind, whispering guidance and leading them to behave. In fact, they may be incapable of disobeying, though they may behave erratically still. Gazing upon their god, speaking, remaining upright, breathing calmly, keeping tears out of one's eyes may prove rather impossible before him. His will will dominate any sort of silly thoughts or instincts mortals may entertain, and replace it all with an abstract feeling of reverence and knotted guts â the peculiar sensations of being in the presence of divinity; a sort of deer in headlights type of headspace.
All of these symptoms grow and disperse with the ebb and flow of the deities' moods. An angry god is a terrible thing... After all, even if they never truly intend to hurt those around them, their very existence can be painful to withstand for anyone caught standing too near.
The Lord bears no sympathy for mortal lives, human or otherwise, and will not hesitate to raze nations to the ground if sufficiently displease by their people. He will take their bodies and use their flesh to fertilise the earth so "with time, something worthy of his attention may grow in their place instead."
And Grim... The Reaper feeds on blood and exhales poison. His very touch is fatal. Of anyone, he knows most acutely the consequences of losing control. Every time he holds someone â every moment he spends with Mori, every caress and kiss and bruise, and every hesitant touch he allows in return â a conscious choice. His power is immense and his curse hangs heavy; his entire existence is a careful tightrope performance where he balances his vicious hunger, his fickle moods and his devastating curse all at once. Mori is not quite aware of all of this, but they could never even begin to imagine just how special they are. At least they believe when Grim tells them he's holding back. At least they fear his touch as they should.
Of course, they can reign in their presence if need be, but unless they consciously make the effort to dampen or hide it, they will exist with the same reckless abandon as if their powers were nothing but their own shadows â following them everywhere, easily forgotten about; blotting out the sun.
Grim in particular quite likes scaring his favourite little fawn by appearing out of thin air. He would be devastated if his unmistakable presence warned his deerling far in advance before he could appear. Though exactly because of that, when Mori does feel him arrive, they know something is terribly wrong. On his bad days, they can feel him from across the palace, and so can everybody else. A similar kind of unease spreads out through the premises when the Lord is displeased, though his presence never quite fades away, even if it might fade into the background once one becomes accustomed to it.
okay i just keep thinking about Introductions. it's so good. as a whump piece it's excellent and the fucking comedy of 'I'm sorry but who are you, exactly?' after 15 minutes of blankly kneeling in terror is excellent. the fact that there's no real offense because He is so fucking baffled is so funny. made Auden repeat his question while Reaper was spitting out his snack laughing. choking on his popcorn - i assume he's guessed something like this would happen, like, knew Auden knows so little.
Anyway it's great. i love it. never stop writing.
YES you gauged the vibe so well hhhh im glad you enjoyed!! Poor boy knows nothing at all đ and grim thinks this is genuinely the best thing that has ever happened and yes he indeed wanted to see his old friend's reaction to just how clueless auden is, but even he didn't expect that auden wouldn't even know about him. It really was a double whammy Both at audens and his majesty's expense bc auden is so clueless and his majesty isn't used to introducing himself to anybody </3 hes kinda... Self explanatory.
And auden was so genuine with his big stupid eyes like "who are you mister???" That he couldn't even be mad because it was so clear auden is just that supremely out of the loop somehow and it does piss him off a little bit bc how is it possible that the heavens wouldn't teach their angels about him, but that anger is not aimed at auden at all luckily
Grim spitting out and choking on his popcorn is quite literally the best way to describe whats happening here thank you so much for putting this visual into my brain đ§
Auden/His Majesty/Grim (esp with the way you wrote him trying to hide his mouth because he has ''""""manners""""" except it's blood and also there's some kinda pet in his lap who's getting more trauma and probably got the worst of Grim holding onto something and the spat blood.)
Genuinely im not even gonna lie the middle gif is straight up exactly what played in my head as i was writing it and some manner of stupid idiot with big bulging innocent eyes in the first picture is exactly how i imagined auden youre like a mind reader :0
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Daydreaming a story idea about someone adopted as a young child who comes of age to realize they have been raised, and loved, by the villains. And they're the survivor of a massacre their adoptive parents committed.
i agree so much about making your blorbos pathetic but i do fear that many take this to mean 'make them more traditionally feminine/submissive' which genuinely hurts my soul. make your blorbos pathetic in interesting character-oriented ways. understand their neuroses and turn the dials up to eleven. juxtapose the parts of life they handle extremely well with the parts of their lives that make them eat shit. make them angry. make them cold. make them pave their own way to hell while building walls preventing them from seeing any other way. please i'm begging you no more pathetic as an euphemism for bottoming im gonna mclose it.
Whumper who does all of the first aid themselves, making even a simple bandage seem like a grueling task Whumpee has to stick through.
Whumper who sticks their fingers in Wumpee's wounds and presses on their bruises while patching Whumpee up, just to watch them squirm. You trust me, don't you? I'm just trying to help. Whumper who doesn't numb Whumpee when sewing up their gashes, Come on, you know I'm just trying to help you. Stop making this harder.
Whumper who holds Whumpee close after they beat them down, Shhh, it's okay. You know I was just angry. I would never mean to hurt you. Whumpee who has no choice but to be held by the hands that made them bleed.
Whumper who listens to all of Whumpee's cries and woes, only to use them against them later.
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got a little obsessed with this idea. king whumpee and gray eminence whumper who is very displeased to have been disobeyed. publicly.
cw: royal whump, covert whump, manhandling, mentions of punishments
The duke holds the door open for him, a charming smile for the crowd. He bows his head when the king climbs in, also smiling at the crowd. They sit across each other, and the duke keeps one of the curtains open for the prince to smile and wave at the mass as the carriage starts moving.
He only lets go when the crowd has thinned, but his smile is gone long before that. As soon as the curtain has closes, the king sinks to his knees. Thereâs not much space in the carriage and his nose brush the archdukeâs knees as the man spreads his legs.
âI apologise, Your Grace.â
The dukeâs eyes turn towards him with a glint of something cruel as he evenly says, âWhatever for, Your Majesty?â
Truthfully, he doesnât know, but thereâs only so many things he could have done that would make the duke so angry. He speaks clearly, knowing better than to stumble over his words.
âI went against your will. I didnât think-â
The dukeâs hand moves and he flinches, expecting a hit. It only tangles in his hair, pulling his head up sharply. The duke doesnât look composed anymore, and his voice is not so even as his lips curl into a sneer.
âYou were never asked to think, were you?â
The tight space of the carriage makes it feel as though he is looming over the prince when he leans forward.
âOpposing me so publicly â Did you think you were allowed an opinion on my decisions? That you could⌠express it? Publicly?â
The hand in his hair tightens its grip and the duke shakes him a little. He doesnât even try to speak to defend itself.
âI think not. I think His Royal Majesty simply forgot his place.â
The king swallows. He tries to lower his eyes, but the duke grabs his chin, nails almost digging into the skin â but not yet; thereâll be another crowd at the palaceâs gates.
âMy apologies, Your Grace. I didnât- I didnât realise it meant so much-â
He canât flinch away from the slap. Itâs almost a relief that the duke has let go of his hair, both because his neck and back were starting to hurt and because thereâs no way he could have dressed his hair again if it became too dishevelled. He doesnât have the luxury of another blunder right now.
âYou naĂŻve little fool. Everything I do means something. Every. Single. Thing.â Every word is punctuated with a sharp squeeze of the hand holding his chin, and the king assumes itâs already reddened. He canât feel crescent-shaped thing digging into him yet, which should make it easier to hide.
The duke is in control enough â and kind enough â to not backhand him. There are no rings to scratch at him, and he shouldnât bruise from this.
âI donât know whatâs gotten into that pretty little head of yours, but weâre going to fix it.â
Another flinch from the king, who forces himself to meet the dukeâs eyes. âPlease, Your Grace, I swear-â
The duke surges forward, pulling the king along. The king is slammed against the carriageâs wall, pinned under the dukeâs frame. The duke is still holding his chin, but his other hand trails down the kingâs chest, fingers splayed possessively.
âYouâve been such a wicked ward, havenât you? Teasing me, defying me, making such a spectacle of us both.â He presses close, lips brushing the shell of the kingâs ear. âDonât worry, Your Majesty, Iâm going to take good care of you. Do such a good job reminding you of your place.â
He keeps the king pinned a while longer before relaxing his grip and stepping away. The king sinks back to his knees, burying his face into the dukeâs robes.
âYour Grace, please-â
âThatâs more like. This is the respect you should have shown to me earlier.â He buries his hand in the kingâs hair, almost petting. âShh, thereâs no need to cry. Iâll guide you. Put you back into your proper place.â
He tilts the kingâs head up with a brush of his knuckles. âItâs my responsibility â my right â to discipline you when you stray.â His thumb brushes softly over the kingâs lower lip. âWeâll work together, you and I, hmm?â
âPlease-â
The duke tries to maintain his façade but his eyes glitter with satisfaction, something almost predatory in the way he looks down. He loves seeing this â a desperate, submissive king, completely at his mercy and grovelling for forgiveness.
âShh. I told you there was no need for his.â
His hand moves from the kingâs chin to his throat. His grip stays lax, more possessive than anything else.
âI suppose itâs been a while, but thatâs no reason to behave like this.â A sharp squeeze to make the king meets his eyes. âWhen we arrive, youâre going to walk beside me; head held high and that pretty smile of yours for the crowd.â
His grip tightens a little as a flash of anger darkens his face. âIf you even think about disobeying me again, so publicly at that, I will destroy you. Is that clear?â
The king swallows, throat bobbing under the dukeâs grip. He nods, but the dukeâs doesnât relent. He lowers his eyes.
âYes, Your Grace.â
A smile spreads on the dukeâs face, wicked and slow. He lets go of the kingâs throat, fingers trailing down. He leans back slightly.
âGood boy, I knew youâd see reason.â He lets go, straightening his collar and smoothing out any wrinkles with meticulousness.
âRemember, love, your happiness, your safety â your very existence depends on pleasing me.â His tone is gentle, almost sweet. âI can be very generous to those who obey, darling. Youâve seen it.â
He pulls the king up, pushing him back on the settee and not paying him any more attention as he tries to quickly straighten his clothes. The carriage slows down as they approach the gate and a smile is back on the dukeâs face. âLetâs put on a good show, hmm? Smile for your adoring subjects.â
He doesnât grant the king any time, quickly opening the door. The king pushes himself up and almost scrambles â but not because that would be stupid â forward to smile and wave and pretend.
 The duke steps out behind the king, leaning close. âSuch a good king, arenât you? So well-trained, so obedient.â His hand finds the small of the kingâs back in a gesture that appears supportive. It burns like a brand but neither of their smile waver.
He raises a hand to acknowledge the crowdâs adoration, smile just shy of seductive. âPlease, Your Majesty. We have much to discuss in private.â
He bows slightly, letting the king leads them â though he stiffens with every step. The mask falls as soon as theyâre behind closed doors, and the duke stalks forward.
âAlone at last,â he almost purrs, matching the kingâs retreat step for step. âNow then, my disobedient little pet,â he grips the kingâs wrist tightly, pulling him flush against his chest. âLetâs discuss your transgressions properly, shall we?â
