(1.) This is a rewrite
2.) I mistook which of the previous fics was a lemon but I fixed that shit
Trigger warning: self harm? Demon worshiping?
this is the second longest fic I'm crying)
A city of twilight
You would never have thought you, a Welle, would be enough to get engaged to Maven. Does he truly love you that much? To choose you over somebody like Evangeline? Norta is so strange, so dark. With significance, you love prancing around all of nature. You living in Norta is just a given. Also, living with somebody as handsome as Maven, damn. He is golden, he is beautiful. Truly somebody you slowly start to love. Truly somebody you deserve.
Draped in black, gold
Your house colors have always been the light of your soul. Maven, a Calore, with the red and black is perfectly compatible with you. His clothes, as fancy as they are, always show sparks of black and gold when the two of you dance. You find yourself beautiful with him.
This oasis that are all welcome to
But Norta is like the America of this world.
Nobody likes it here. No matter how many trees, no matter every single Calore hottie, this place will always have a low reputation.
This oasis is welcomed by people with no dreams, people who care nothing for religion or thoughts. You originated in Lakelands where the gods took care of everybody who trusted them. There are no gods here. There are no angels.
The dead that were full of dreams
You feel yourself draining from just belonging here. You have made yourself a small altar, but nothing is powerful enough to bring your gods back to you. You don't have the mouth to express these feelings to Maven, even as you wish.
Everyone here is so hopeless. You need to give them the hope that they need. Even as everybody has their own hope. Evangeline has Ptolemus, and Maven has you. Not everybody has something in their life. You should give hope to those who need it. Right?
The ruler of the twilight beyond compare
Sun and moon. Light and darkness. Hope and despair. Your dire heart bleeds for a reincarnation of positivity.
You wonder the history beneath Norta, and how the people here are so bland. Do the reds have no religion? Does anybody have gods in their life?
You have a god, a certain god, you love more than anything. You admire them with your life. They have been your guardian since you were little, and you'd do anything to get them back into your life.
That admires us lustfully
You'd do anything for your god, the figure you believe in more than yourself. Your god listens to every one of your words and supports you no matter what. You haven't told anybody about him, he is special; specifically for you. You love that ghost of a man more than you love anybody in the world.
The song of the orphaned gun
You've never had anybody in your life; no parents; no siblings; nothing but the god that stuck with you.
"Have faith," you whisper into Maven's ears and you wrap your arms around his torso. Your chin rests on his shoulders as he hugs you back. Maven has been getting skinnier, you can feel it through his baggy clothing. You worry about him. Should you pray? Will he grow healthy again by your word?
The rose girl says in the language of the flowers:
You pray that night, bow to your little altar and light the candles. There are crystals and gems in your view, vines wrapping around every touch. The angelic feel to it gives you inner energy as you pray, wishing for Maven's health to return to him.
You can't understand his pain, you've never had a mother to die. But it must be painful. You imagine losing your god. Yes, truly painful.
The next day, you hover over Maven as he sits on his desk. His hand is in his hair, obviously frustrated.
"Tomorrow's weather will be better," you whisper into his ear before kissing his cheek. You sit by his feet for the rest of the day. You watch him, waiting for him to recover from himself. Your god wouldn't let you down, everything is going to be okay.
The albino breaks apart in this strange world;
You had Evangeline make you a metal heart and you wrap it in vines. It looks beautiful, and you gave it to Maven as a present. He put it on his heart and smiles, kissing you on the lips. He held it close to him, closer than you've ever been to him. That heart was everything you cared about and more.
You watched the heart as Maven slept, watching the moon reflect on it as it sat on your vanity. Late at night, you place it next to your altar, and smile.
You pray for Maven to love you more than everything in the world. You pray for him to stay happy, and for you to stay beautiful.
You smile brightly as you stare at yourself through the reflection on the metal heart. You look so beautiful. No wonder Maven tolerates you.
Sexual desire
When you go back to bed, you crawl on top of Maven. Your hands are on either side of his face and your knees are against his waist. Your heartbeat is quick, your breaths are heavy. He looks so beautiful as he sleeps. You just want to stare at him forever. Why do you feel this way? Why do you want to love him until you stop breathing?
Incarnate
Maven's aura is so hot, so warm against you. You kiss his neck, loving the taste of him. Is this what your god will taste like? When the day comes that you finally meet him? Maven moves in his sleep, loosely struggling against your grasp. Finally, you give up, and rest next to him with your god in your head.
The eye-candy of the breeders
You stand behind Maven as he puts Mare on her knees. You can't help but stare at her. The person of this world that seems all-too-important. This is absolutely terrorizing you. You can't stand it. But you stand there, mentally putting out a prayer for whoever can hear. Starve Destroy Mare Barrow. You will be the only one who stands.
The saint of the twilight lies to us,
Your hands tremble as you look at Maven, shirtless. He dresses before bed, dressing for a rest. It's been days and your god hasn't fixed Maven. He's still skinny, it's worrying. Something is giving him negative energy. It has to be something. What is making him so negative?
Her oasis pollutes
It has to be all the woman he's been around. All he needs to be around is you. Why must Mare even exist? Everything you think goes back to Mare. You never worried before, why are you so worried now? Her presence must be destroying your connection with your god. This is so concerning. She's polluting your positivity.
Is a good liar
You walk up to Maven's shirtless form, grasping him as you hungrily kiss him. He kisses back, his long arms wrapping themselves around you. You need to distract his mind from Mare. Her negativity needs to exit both of you. Something needs to happen. Your altar needs to light up again. You tell Maven you love him as you land onto his bed.
How does the human dish taste?
You watch Maven as he picks on his food during breakfast, too busy in his mind to eat. You feel the same. You two sit across from each other. You two stare at nothing as you refuse to touch your food.
The taste unexpectedly sticks
To your tongue
You push your food away dramatically, your throat rush as you grab his plate. "Why waste our time, we are starving ourselves away anyways!" You rush and throw the food in the trash, breaking the plates into pieces. Your hands tremble heavily, you can't think anymore. You can't see anything.
You break apart
In this strange world
You turn to Maven, your eyes pulsating. "My god was supposed to give you your health back! The-The-The negativity breathing down our necks in this God-hating world!" You scream at him. He stands up, his hands slammed on the desk. He looks genuinely confused and agitated. You can't breathe as you look into him. You run out, you run down the hall with your eyes bleeding like your brain.
Watch over this
You sit at your altar, breathe hot, as you get on your knees. You feel weak, you can feel the blood pulsating through you. Your god needs more. Your god needs a part of you. He talks to you as you sleep. He wants you. He needs a vessel for incarnation.
Glistening fire with me
You love him no matter what. Can you do this? The flame rises. Every room gets warmer. You can hear drums beating in your ears. Is that your heartbeat? Your god needs more. So much more. You listen to him. You've been listening to him ever since you were alone. He's never been wrong about anything.
Just a little more--
You take the knife from the back of your altar, your fingers wrap around the leaf-designed handle.
Everything you do is for your god.
You'd do anything for him.
You love Maven.
But you have to choose.
WE GIVE YOU BLOOD
Blood oozes down your wrists and lands on the heart, Maven's full name carved into the back. You chant in the language of the flowers, breathing in hope and iron as you summon the god of your dreams. The red against the silver of the metal is beautiful as it melts into the solid.
SO BESTOW UPON US ETERNAL LIFE, O MIGHTY GOD
As you chant, everything goes cold. You can't hear any breathing. You continue your chant. Your arms go blue and you feel numb. The drums get louder. It's pounding. There's a door? Who's pounding on the door?
WE GIVE YOU BLOOD TO THIS SACRIFICE
Maven Calore, Maven Calore. The knocking stops as you finish your chant. Your arms are stained red. Your slit arms close up, erasing all evidence of pain. There's a thump outside. There's another thump. More and more. You hear panting, gasping, noises of air failing to get inside of lungs.
O MIGHTY GOD
You get up, blood dripping on the floor before it dries. You walk towards the door, one ear to it. You flinch. It's burning hot. The doorknob turns and you aren't the one to turn it. Your heartbeat accelerates. Incarnation. Incarnation. Your god is nothing of a god, you've known that since he first revealed himself. But here he is again, dressed up in the body of Maven. You see him, you can feel his warmth.
How did you know he was a demon? Gods don't have raging horns breaking the skin of the head and curling upwards. Gods don't have black eyes, completely taking over any color that was previously there. Gods don't have black veins bulging from their necks. Gods aren't what possesses and destroys people.
BESTOW ETERNAL LIFE TO US, O MIGHTY GOD
He wraps his long arms around you in a way Maven would never. You love playing with those black curls that now rot. Your little demon is more beautiful than you'd imagine in your husband's body. You have never been happier to have Maven in your arms.