♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,058
You weren’t supposed to be here. You knew that the moment your boots touched the bone-white stone of the forgotten chapel. Sacred ground. Cursed ground. The altar was still soaked in offerings from generations past—dried petals, blackened incense, and the rust-colored smear of old sacrifices.
And him.
He stood at the altar like a ruined god, gauntleted hand resting lazily on the hilt of his sword, the other extended toward you. Not in welcome. Not in mercy. But in claim.
“You think this place protects you?” he asks, voice carved in gravel, with a smile like a split wound.
You don’t answer. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. But the tremor in your breath betrays you—just a little. And he notices.
Of course he does.
The Hero—what a lie that title had become. Once the lone sword against the dark, now drunk on power, madness, and blood. A man who’d slaughtered temples full of priests just to see if it leveled him faster. He’d learned quickly that pain gave more experience when it was personal. When it broke something inside the target. When they were still alive.
He steps forward, and you move to run. You don’t get far.
The back of your knees kiss the steps of the altar, and you crash down, dress tearing. Cold stone bites through fabric.
“You always had this little spark,” he murmurs as he kneels before you, spreading your legs with the edge of his boot. “This light, like you’d never kneel. I’ve been looking forward to breaking that.”
You strike out. Nails rake down his face. Blood blossoms across his cheek in five perfect lines. He only laughs.
“Good,” he breathes. “The fight makes it better.”
His sword clatters to the side—he won’t need it for now. His hands are enough. Calloused fingers dig into your jaw, wrenching your face up to meet his eyes.
“Pretty little thing… always acting so high above everyone. But here you are. On your knees. On holy ground. With your legs spread like a whore.”
He slaps you. Not hard. Not soft. Just enough to ring your ears and feel your dignity fracture.
You scream. No one answers. You claw at him, even as he rips the front of your dress open with practiced ease, like looting a chest in a dungeon.
You try to crawl away. He steps on your back and shoves your face into the altar, right where the last sacrifice had bled out. The dried stain crackles under your cheek.
“Let’s see what experience you give me when I ruin you on sacred ground,” he growls.
He doesn’t bother with gentleness. The first time he enters you, it’s with force, violence, a brutal snap of his hips that knocks the breath out of your lungs. He fucks like he fights—fast, hard, cruel. Like he’s cutting through you.
Every thrust feels like an invasion. He’s too big. You’re too dry. Your body protests, but he doesn’t stop. His grip bruises your hips, holding you in place like you’re nothing more than a shield.
You sob. You hate that sound. Weak. Useless. Human.
He moans, deep and guttural. “This is what you were made for. This is your class. Experience fodder.”
You feel the blade before you see it.
Cold metal slides along your ribs. He slices just enough to draw blood. You scream again, more animal than human. He groans louder.
“Pain boosts leveling. Don’t you know the mechanics?” he whispers into your ear, licking the tears off your cheek. “Every cut, every cry, it adds to me. Makes me stronger. You’re worth more than a whole boss fight.”
He pulls you back by the hair, shoving two fingers in your mouth.
“Suck. You don’t get to be dignified now. You’re my altar slut. My sacred sacrifice.”
You bite. Hard. Taste blood. He laughs.
“Perfect.”
He beats you. Not to disable. Just enough to hurt. Just enough to make it harder to breathe. Your thighs are already bruised. Your ribs, likely cracked. You feel your own blood dripping down your legs.
Still he doesn’t stop. The rhythm gets faster. Deeper. Your body, traitorous thing, starts to yield. Not pleasure. Just surrender. Just numbing self-preservation.
He hates that.
“Don’t go limp on me, bitch. I want that fear. I want those screams. I want your soul fucking breaking.”
He flips you onto your back, manhandling your limbs like they’re nothing. He slaps you again. Spits in your mouth.
“Swallow it. Like the dirty little heretic you are.”
You do. Because he’s choking you and there’s no other option.
He marks your chest with his dagger. His name. Carved into your skin, slow and shallow. Like signing his work. You thrash, but he pins you down.
“You’ll never forget who you belong to now. Every time you breathe, you’ll feel me. Every scar, every bruise, I own it.”
He thrusts again, brutal. There’s nothing human left in him. Just obsession. Just bloodlust. Just the need to consume.
You scream his name—not in lust, never that—but in raw, bitter hatred. That only makes him smile wider.
“That’s it. Give me more. Hate is experience too.”
You claw his back. Draw more blood. Your last act of defiance.
He leans in close, biting your neck until you bleed.
“You can cry, beg, bite, fight. Doesn’t matter. You’re not getting away. You’ll respawn right here in this moment, over and over. I’ll fuck you on this altar every time you think you’ve escaped.”
Tears blind you. Rage chokes you. He finishes inside you with a satisfied grunt, staying deep until you feel the heat of it seeping.
He stays there, panting, his forehead pressed to yours.
“Now you’re mine. Body, soul, and XP.”
He pulls out and slaps your thigh hard enough to make you jerk.
You curl up, trembling. You don’t beg. You won’t. But he sees your eyes.
“Don’t worry,” he whispers, kissing your temple with mock tenderness. “We’re just getting started.”
He stands, retrieving his sword.
Blood. Yours. On the blade.
“Next time,” he says, turning back to you with that same hunger, “I’ll see how long you last with the blade in while I fuck you. Dual-wielding.”
You don’t scream anymore. You just lie there, desecrated, bones rattling from pain and the cold.
The altar drinks your blood.
And he levels up.
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