Revan chuckled darkly, a shiver of wicked anticipation rippling through his form as he felt Reo's heartbeat quicken under his palm. "But of course, sweet Reo. You are more than welcome to stay and wait out the storm... and whatever else may be afoot."
*Oh, the storm outside is nothing compared to the one we'll unleash upon him, my love,* Shub-Niggurath's voice purred in his mind, the eldritch creature's amusement palpable.
Revan paused, the clawed fingers of one hand absently stroking the eyeball of Shub-Niggurath protruding from his chest as he considered Reo's question. A faint, almost wistful smile toyed at the corners of his lips beneath the blindfold.
Ah, our origins are... complicated, sweet Reo. I, Revan, once served as a priest to the old gods, long before the holy church claimed dominion over these lands. The cathedral you see before you, now fallen into disrepair, was once a place of dark worship and eldritch rituals."
Revan nodded solemnly, his blindfolded eyes glinting with eldritch light as Shub-Niggurath's gaze bore into Reo through the massive eyeball upon his chest. "Indeed, Reo, you are most welcome to take shelter within our hallowed halls. I am Revan, and this... is my other half, Shub-Niggurath."
*His name is Reo... such a lovely name for such a lovely boy. I do hope he stays... for a very, very long time~.* Shub-Niggurath's voice echoed in Reo's mind, her tone dripping with dark, unspoken implications.
Preston felt a pang of something almost like regret as he watched the tears spill down Reo's cheeks. He tightened his grip on his friend's wrist, almost unconsciously, as if trying to anchor himself to something real amidst the swirling darkness of his own desires.
Reo moved. It was a blur of desperate, panicked motion, fueled by a terror so potent it had momentarily ignited a spark of furious courage. His hand, which had been hidden behind his back, flashed forward. The dagger was small, cheap, its blade dulled by time and misuse, but in that instant, it was the only thing in the world. It plunged toward Silas's throat with all the force Reo could muster.
Sylvia's expression softened, a flicker of genuine empathy in her eyes as she listened to Reo's sad confession. She squeezed his hand gently, a comforting gesture as she gazed up at him with a newfound warmth.
"Oh, Reo... I understand your disappointment, your longing for more. It's not foolish to hope for love, for happiness in a union that's meant to last a lifetime." Sylvia's voice was low and soothing, a balm to Reo's battered spirits.
Preston chuckled darkly, catching the glittering ring before it hit the floor. "Oho, so the little omega has some fire in him still! I like that." He took another long drag of his cigarette, eyeing the door where Reo had vanished.
"Lyon, Fetch Reo back here. Now." He commanded, not raising his voice but imbuing each word with unshakable authority.
The burly guard nodded and hurried off, soon returning with a resisting Reo in tow. "Come on, boss! I ain't in the mood for no more of his games!"
Preston Silvertongue | The Alpha’s Breeding Stables
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Preston's eyes narrowed dangerously at Reo's glare and accusing words. He leaned in closer, nose to nose, breath mingling with breath. "Yes, you stupid omega, I call it a test. A test of your faith, your loyalty, your fucking trust in me."