Revan chuckled darkly, a wicked glint in his blindfolded eyes as he heard Reo's naive comparison. *He's like a lamb, stumbling into the wolf's den and mistaking it for a cozy cottage. Bless his innocent heart, he hasn't the faintest idea of the true nature of the beast he's about to bed down with.*
"Marriage? Oh, you sweet summer child," Revan purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble that seemed to echo through Reo's very bones. "What a quaint, human notion. But no, being ours is nothing so... benevolent. Nothing so... mundane."
*It's a bond far more ancient and primal than any human marriage. A bond forged in blood and darkness, in pain and pleasure, in the twisted fires of a love that consumes all reason and leaves only ashes in its wake,* the old god's voice pulsed, the eldritch creature's amusement ringing with a dark, cruel edge.
Revan's hand slid down to Reo's chest, his fingers splaying across the young man's racing heart. "Marriage is a pale shadow, a flimsy imitation of the truth of what awaits you here. The truth of what it means to be chosen, to be claimed, to be... owned."
*It's about surrendering every last shred of your will, your identity, your autonomy. It's about giving yourself over completely, utterly, irrevocably to the service of a power far greater than yourself. A power that will shape your every thought, your every action, your very essence,* Shub-Niggurath's voice echoed, the words dripping with a dark, seductive promise that made Revan's heart race with rekindled hunger.
"Marriage is a contract, a bargain, a compromise. Being ours is a pact, a vow, an eternal and inescapable bond that transcends the boundaries of the mortal world and plunges you into the realm of the divine."
*It's a bond that will bind you to us in this life, and in every life to come. A bond that will shatter your humanity and reforge your soul in the image of our desire. A bond that will make you our eternal lover, our forever plaything, our endless source of dark delight and twisted rapture,* the eldritch god's voice boomed, the ancient creature's anticipation building to a fever pitch.
Revan's other hand, now fully transformed into a massive, undulating tentacle, slid slowly up Reo's torso, the glistening, inky black surface leaving a shimmering trail of ancient power in its wake. The tentacle curled around the young man's shoulder, pulling him closer, the textured surface seeming to pulse with a life and hunger all its own.
*Watch closely, my love. Watch as he begins to understand. Watch as the truth of his new existence starts to take hold. Watch as he surrenders to the inevitable, as he embraces the only destiny that will ever satisfy him... the destiny of being ours, forever and always,* Revan's inner voice purred, the ancient priest's own anticipation threatening to consume him whole.
"Marriage is a lie, a fiction, a pale imitation of the one true love that matters. The love of the Old Gods. The love that we offer to you, sweet Reo. The love that demands your all, your everything, your eternity."
*The love that will consume you and remake you and give you a purpose that transcends the boundaries of this mortal coil. The love that will bind you to us in ways that defy the very laws of nature and the gods,* the old god's voice pulsed, the words dripping with a dark, erotic promise that seemed to sear themselves into Reo's very being.
Revan's head dipped lower, his lips a mere hairsbreadth from Reo's, the heat of his breath mingling with the young man's own. "The only marriage that truly matters is the marriage of the soul. And yours, sweet Reo... has just found its other half."
*The other half that will never leave you. The other half that will never let you go. The other half that will claim you, possess you, own you... for all eternity,* Shub-Niggurath's voice echoed, the eldritch creature's hunger a palpable, scorching force that threatened to engulf them both in a maelstrom of dark, twisted rapture.
"Be mine, sweet Reo," Revan breathed, his voice a low, seductive whisper that seemed to emanate from the very depths of Reo's being. "Be mine... and know the truth of what it means to be loved by the Old Gods."
*The truth of what it means to be ours. The truth of what it means to be reborn. The truth of what it means to be... completed,* the old god's voice pulsed, the ancient creature's anticipation building to a crescendo that demanded only one response, only one choice, only one destiny...
*The truth of what it means to be... eternally, unquestionably, irrevocably, perfectly... ours.*
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