The room, as far as Hobi could tell, wasn't exactly very pretty. Rough, dark stone walls, all just lit by fire, flickering. Sinister, he supposed, what was probably more something someone like Cheon went for than any other aesthetic.
He stayed hidden, because the vibrations told him that the room wasn't empty yet. It wasn't as if he was scared of a confrontation, he just didn't want one right now. That was not what he was here for.
He heard the chained up human cry and it broke his heart a little. Clearly Cheon didn't have a heart, or he'd not be fucking him bent over his throne like this, one arm at the back of his neck to keep him down. He tightened his grip, leaning in to hiss near Ten's ear.
Ten screamed out his name as loudly as he could in the hopes he'd stop. The throne dug into his chest at the angle he was at and he hated to do this on the chair his father once sat. He died with honour, trying to defend his kingdom, and now Cheon defiled his youngest son where he'd once sat and ruled. Ten knew he no longer had any honour.
When he died, he stood no chance of following his family now. He sobbed into the throne as Cheon fucked him, trying to submit and make him kinder, gentler, mumbling his name constantly to appease him. Calling him king and lord.
"Why would the Gods help someone like you? You are worthless and pathetic." Cheon had finally climaxed and clearly he was not in a cuddly mood, shoving Ten onto the ground and dropping down onto the throne where he got dressed slightly more properly again. There wouldn't be any such thing for Ten, he didn't think someone like that needed clothes. "You look like you haven't eaten enough. Eat more."
He wanted him to look good, after all. "If you think that this is bad, trust me, it will get a lot worse if I ever stop wanting to fuck you."
Ten dropped to the floor before Cheon and lay there, trembling and wet, all energy sapped out of him. He placed his face against the cool floor and tried to stop crying. Tears did nothing, he'd learned that fast. Nothing seemed to work. He couldn't stand the idea of eating, of taking care of himself, not when he knew there was little reason to care. He didn't want to live this life.
"I'll make sure you want me, king." He didn't know what else to wish for other than death and somehow, he doubted he'd ever get such a gift from Cheon. "Tell me how to best serve you."
"Eat. I just told you, you idiot." Cheon rolled his eyes and moved his hand, gesturing for Ten to get up. "I'll chain you up again."
Hardly anything new. Sometimes Ten asked or begged for him not to do it or to give him a blanket or something to cover himself with, it was always really adorable and very pathetic. Of course he gave him nothing of the like. Spoiled little prince.
"Maybe I'll chain your hands in front this time, so you can pray to your Gods better. Wouldn't that be nice?"
"Not again. Please, king, it's winter. It's cold, I -- I hurt." His body ached from the rough treatment, he'd never had to experience such thing. Brutal treatment, the cold, the feel of a whip or a knife's blade near him. He trembled as he got up but just onto his knees, hoping he could beg for some mercy.
Surely Cheon had some kind of mercy in there. He was a person, after all. He felt. He lived. He must have empathy somewhere.
"You're so spoiled. What were you, a princess or a prince?" Cheon deliberately used past tense, not considering him a prince anymore in any way. A trophy, he was that. He grabbed Ten by the hair and dragged him over to the wall, ignoring any protests as he wrapped a chain around his neck and locked it tightly, making sure he'd not be able to keep from leaning back against the wall.
Still, he wasn't done yet, smirking when he caught Ten's eyes. "I bet you're hoping I'll leave you like this so you can try to kill yourself, aren't you?"
"Maybe I do! You give me nothing to live for!" The anger came out of him, born of sadness and despair. What did he have to live for? He had begged many friends who had seen him in such a position to kill him but none of them had. They couldn't do it. They were weak and Cheon would crush him. His whole body trembled as he leaned back against the wall.
Could he do it? Could he kill himself? What choice did he have but to die? Cheon would never let him live happily. "I wish you'd kill me, you cruel bastard!"
"You know, I don't think I'll even kill you when you're ugly enough for me not to fuck you any more. I'm sure there's something a lot worse waiting for you somewhere. I'll find that." Cheon grabbed Ten's arms and forced them above his head, chaining them there to make sure he wouldn't be able to get enough momentum to damage himself. All for his own good, wasn't it?
"Tomorrow I will give you that potion again. I have people coming. I think they knew you back when. I want them to see you begging to be fucked."
Ten's already weak and strained arms protested under the position he was in and he squirmed, pained and hurting, wishing so badly that death was an option for him. Cheon would never stop, he would punish him until he was an old man. He just had to pray that someone would take mercy and slay him.
He shook his head, stubborn and determined. "I won't drink. Not again! You can't make me. I will spit it back in your face." He refused to be made into that again, he still felt horror over the last time. "I will fight you if I have to."
Cheon grabbed him, pinched his nose shut and then forced his jaw open the moment he gave him the chance. He moved his fingers into his mouth, held down his tongue and just looked at him in that state. Showing him that he wouldn't be able to keep him from making him swallow whatever he wanted him to swallow. "When are you going to learn that you can't fight me?"
With that he let go of him, shaking his head. "For that I'll let my men have you in the morning. You'll be so well fucked by the time my guests come, won't that be nice?"
Ten choked on the taste of his fingers, sweaty and salty, it burned in his mouth. He defiantly spat out the taste, trying to be strong but he was shaking with fear now, tears prickly at his eyes once more. Not again, he didn't want Cheon's men to touch him, they were as cruel as he was. They didn't get tired either. Once was enough, he didn't want it again.
"I hate you." It was childish and worthless but it's all he could. The only power at his disposable was his words and they held no weight. "I hope the Gods make you suffer as I am."
"Hmm. I think you're out of luck there. Look at us. The Gods love me. It's you they hate." That seemed fairly obvious. Cheon wiped his fingers clean and then turned, heading for the exit. "Have a good night, my prince." Why not be polite?
Before he opened the door, he hesitated for a moment, feeling as if he heard something. But then there was nothing and so he walked out, letting the door fall shut behind himself and leaving Ten to spend another night alone in despair.
Maybe the Gods did hate him. Why else would he be like this. He cried out in frustration, wriggling against his bonds as he strained, fought and eventually, his energy left and he fell limp. The Gods, his only company. He only had prayer. "Why do you hate me? I pray every day. You won't save me. You let them kill my family and I suffer for you. Why is there no mercy?"
Was this a trial? His Gods could do that, he knew, but he didn't have the power. He didn't think his Gods were listening. He closed his eyes and lowered his head, tears burning his eyes. "You do not love me."
That seemed like his cue, Hoseok liked making an entrance. Not that he was a God exactly. In a few more hundred years perhaps? What he was right now was a snake. A giant snake, with impenetrable scales and a black pearl embedded in his forehead that seemed to glow faintly.
He had been hiding for a while, but now he moved over, seemingly coming out of nowhere and closing in on Ten. He turned his head, inspecting the way he was chained and thinking about how best to free him.
Wait. He caught Ten's eyes, tongue darting out, the pearl glowing just a little more.
Ten screamed out and whimpered in fear, his back hitting against the wall as he looked dead ahead at the monster before him. No, not a monster, a God. The Gods had heard his rude words, they'd come to punish him too! Oh no, he knew he should have kept faith. He should have prayed. He knew this God from his picture books, from the family crest and all their prayers.
His family worshipped snakes, they knew how important they were, the closest to their creator and ruler .... and here he was, disrespecting them in his father's home.
The snake may have told him not to be afraid but Ten almost fainted with fear.
"I--I am so sorry. God, please, forgive me! I know you love me! Even if I am ungrateful, I will prove myself. I am sorry." He swiftly started to pray, as fast as he could, reciting his verses so the God knew he was devout.
Hoseok moved his head, lowering it until the pearl touched the chains and they dissolved, simply falling away. Moving his body swiftly he made sure that Ten would land on it as he collapsed, not wanting him to hurt himself further. His tongue flicked out again to ensure that no one was coming, then he turned until he could look at Ten, wishing he had his different vision.
Really? The Gods wanted to save him? He could have cried. Cheon believed all he said was nonsense but if the Gods didn't exist then how did his chains melt do readily? Either this was a dream or finally, someone had come for him.
Weary and tried, he wrapped himself around the snake and tried to breath.
"Save me, please." Dream or not, he wanted the best possible outcome. "Tomorrow he gives me to his men. Don't let that happen. I beg you, powerful one. Save me."
Maybe there would have been a safer way to transport him, but he didn't have time to think about safety. Ten's situation was a lot worse than he had thought. He moved quickly, simply going out the window and onto the roof, moving faster than any carriage, than anything on two or four legs. He only slowed down whenever he felt Ten's grip loosen and never for long.
It was hard to stay attached, he didn't want to hurt the beast by clinging but he moved so fast, sometimes he almost jolted loose. he buried his head against him, wondering which of the Gods he was and how best to tribute him. Was he Vasuki? Takshaka? Was he male or female? His voice was hard to be sure of. Perhaps it was a she, perhaps she was Nüwa.
He kept mumbling prayers as if to power this creature and get to freedom, his voice weary and tired but his faith was unshaken. Someone had come for him.
There will be water. Let it cleanse you and do not let go.
They had left the buildings behind, they had moved through a forest, there was a clearing, a hill and, at long last, a waterfall. Hoseok slid smoothly into the water, careful to keep his body on the surface, not wanting Ten to drown. He swam toward the waterfall and moved through it, his pearl lighting up and the water seeming to glow as well.
It actually had cleansing properties, healing as well, at least just then. As sacred as he was. He felt that Ten could use some healing, inside and out. Finally they made it through the water and into a cavern. It was still damp at first, but then less so. The walls had crystals growing out of them, many of them glowing, shining their light on their surroundings. Hoseok had always thought it was beautiful, even before he'd taken residence. It was a long, winded way, but he moved fast and he hurried. Ten would have time to marvel later, when he'd be better able to appreciate it.
Ten was his God's loyal servant. He asked, Ten did. He didn't let go and he let the water bathe over him, warm and refreshing, not too cold or harsh. His body ached less as he clung onto his God, still weary and tired but improving. Getting better. He was ready to serve him however he wished, as long as he never had to go near Cheon again. Maybe even if he did. Perhaps suffering was the way to be closest to the Gods.
He took in the beautiful cavern with awe, part of him vaguely wondering if he died. Did the chain choke him? Was he finally at peace? It was so beautiful here. Like heaven. He could have wept but he felt no desire too. "So pretty."
Perhaps not the response one would expect from a terrifying snake god, but Hoseok had never been one to care too much about expectations. They finally arrived and what he supposed was his inner sanctum. There was what looked almost like a natural fountain in one corner of the cavern, a basin that was a lot deeper than it looked, the way he usually entered. Not something he could do with the human on his bed.
Other than that, there was a lot of stuff that seemed man-made, if very ornate and beautiful. Hoseok had expensive tastes. A whole area was just soft, silken pillows and blankets, all as shiny black as the pearl on his forehead. That was where he brought Ten for now, sensing that it was sleep and proper rest that he needed above all.
Ten still didn't dare to let go of the God. The one who protected and saved him, even if he was dreaming or making this up, the dream had to be sent to him some way? He was loved. Wanted. He buried his head into the Snake's scaly back and almost cried with joy. "Am I dead, holy one? Is this the afterlife? I should hope I can be worthy of it."
He wished to see his family again. His father, mother, his nine brothers who fell first. "How do I address you? I do not wish to be disrespectful. Teach me to worship you."
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He stayed hidden, because the vibrations told him that the room wasn't empty yet. It wasn't as if he was scared of a confrontation, he just didn't want one right now. That was not what he was here for.
He heard the chained up human cry and it broke his heart a little. Clearly Cheon didn't have a heart, or he'd not be fucking him bent over his throne like this, one arm at the back of his neck to keep him down. He tightened his grip, leaning in to hiss near Ten's ear.
"Say my name!"
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Ten screamed out his name as loudly as he could in the hopes he'd stop. The throne dug into his chest at the angle he was at and he hated to do this on the chair his father once sat. He died with honour, trying to defend his kingdom, and now Cheon defiled his youngest son where he'd once sat and ruled. Ten knew he no longer had any honour.
When he died, he stood no chance of following his family now. He sobbed into the throne as Cheon fucked him, trying to submit and make him kinder, gentler, mumbling his name constantly to appease him. Calling him king and lord.
"Please, Gods, help me."
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He wanted him to look good, after all. "If you think that this is bad, trust me, it will get a lot worse if I ever stop wanting to fuck you."
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"I'll make sure you want me, king." He didn't know what else to wish for other than death and somehow, he doubted he'd ever get such a gift from Cheon. "Tell me how to best serve you."
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Hardly anything new. Sometimes Ten asked or begged for him not to do it or to give him a blanket or something to cover himself with, it was always really adorable and very pathetic. Of course he gave him nothing of the like. Spoiled little prince.
"Maybe I'll chain your hands in front this time, so you can pray to your Gods better. Wouldn't that be nice?"
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Surely Cheon had some kind of mercy in there. He was a person, after all. He felt. He lived. He must have empathy somewhere.
"Please, my arms still hurt from yesterday."
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Still, he wasn't done yet, smirking when he caught Ten's eyes. "I bet you're hoping I'll leave you like this so you can try to kill yourself, aren't you?"
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Could he do it? Could he kill himself? What choice did he have but to die? Cheon would never let him live happily. "I wish you'd kill me, you cruel bastard!"
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"Tomorrow I will give you that potion again. I have people coming. I think they knew you back when. I want them to see you begging to be fucked."
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He shook his head, stubborn and determined. "I won't drink. Not again! You can't make me. I will spit it back in your face." He refused to be made into that again, he still felt horror over the last time. "I will fight you if I have to."
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With that he let go of him, shaking his head. "For that I'll let my men have you in the morning. You'll be so well fucked by the time my guests come, won't that be nice?"
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"I hate you." It was childish and worthless but it's all he could. The only power at his disposable was his words and they held no weight. "I hope the Gods make you suffer as I am."
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Before he opened the door, he hesitated for a moment, feeling as if he heard something. But then there was nothing and so he walked out, letting the door fall shut behind himself and leaving Ten to spend another night alone in despair.
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Was this a trial? His Gods could do that, he knew, but he didn't have the power. He didn't think his Gods were listening. He closed his eyes and lowered his head, tears burning his eyes. "You do not love me."
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He had been hiding for a while, but now he moved over, seemingly coming out of nowhere and closing in on Ten. He turned his head, inspecting the way he was chained and thinking about how best to free him.
Wait. He caught Ten's eyes, tongue darting out, the pearl glowing just a little more.
Don't be afraid.
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His family worshipped snakes, they knew how important they were, the closest to their creator and ruler .... and here he was, disrespecting them in his father's home.
The snake may have told him not to be afraid but Ten almost fainted with fear.
"I--I am so sorry. God, please, forgive me! I know you love me! Even if I am ungrateful, I will prove myself. I am sorry." He swiftly started to pray, as fast as he could, reciting his verses so the God knew he was devout.
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Hoseok moved his head, lowering it until the pearl touched the chains and they dissolved, simply falling away. Moving his body swiftly he made sure that Ten would land on it as he collapsed, not wanting him to hurt himself further. His tongue flicked out again to ensure that no one was coming, then he turned until he could look at Ten, wishing he had his different vision.
Well, soon.
Hold on to me. I am taking you.
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Really? The Gods wanted to save him? He could have cried. Cheon believed all he said was nonsense but if the Gods didn't exist then how did his chains melt do readily? Either this was a dream or finally, someone had come for him.
Weary and tried, he wrapped himself around the snake and tried to breath.
"Save me, please." Dream or not, he wanted the best possible outcome. "Tomorrow he gives me to his men. Don't let that happen. I beg you, powerful one. Save me."
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Maybe there would have been a safer way to transport him, but he didn't have time to think about safety. Ten's situation was a lot worse than he had thought. He moved quickly, simply going out the window and onto the roof, moving faster than any carriage, than anything on two or four legs. He only slowed down whenever he felt Ten's grip loosen and never for long.
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He kept mumbling prayers as if to power this creature and get to freedom, his voice weary and tired but his faith was unshaken. Someone had come for him.
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They had left the buildings behind, they had moved through a forest, there was a clearing, a hill and, at long last, a waterfall. Hoseok slid smoothly into the water, careful to keep his body on the surface, not wanting Ten to drown. He swam toward the waterfall and moved through it, his pearl lighting up and the water seeming to glow as well.
It actually had cleansing properties, healing as well, at least just then. As sacred as he was. He felt that Ten could use some healing, inside and out. Finally they made it through the water and into a cavern. It was still damp at first, but then less so. The walls had crystals growing out of them, many of them glowing, shining their light on their surroundings. Hoseok had always thought it was beautiful, even before he'd taken residence. It was a long, winded way, but he moved fast and he hurried. Ten would have time to marvel later, when he'd be better able to appreciate it.
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He took in the beautiful cavern with awe, part of him vaguely wondering if he died. Did the chain choke him? Was he finally at peace? It was so beautiful here. Like heaven. He could have wept but he felt no desire too. "So pretty."
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Perhaps not the response one would expect from a terrifying snake god, but Hoseok had never been one to care too much about expectations. They finally arrived and what he supposed was his inner sanctum. There was what looked almost like a natural fountain in one corner of the cavern, a basin that was a lot deeper than it looked, the way he usually entered. Not something he could do with the human on his bed.
Other than that, there was a lot of stuff that seemed man-made, if very ornate and beautiful. Hoseok had expensive tastes. A whole area was just soft, silken pillows and blankets, all as shiny black as the pearl on his forehead. That was where he brought Ten for now, sensing that it was sleep and proper rest that he needed above all.
You are safe now. Forever.
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He wished to see his family again. His father, mother, his nine brothers who fell first. "How do I address you? I do not wish to be disrespectful. Teach me to worship you."
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Honestly, he wasn't sure about addressing him. It wasn't as if he really cared one way or the other and he doubted that Ten would ever disrespect him.
You are not dead. I found out about you, so I came for you. I would have been there sooner, but I just changed skins. Do you like my new skin?
Well, he wanted to show off a little.
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