𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,302

He told you he was sent to protect you.

He appeared first in a dream. You were standing in a field of wheat that shimmered gold in the dusk light, warm wind combing through the strands like fingers over harp strings. And he was there. Tall. Smiling. Eyes like fire pressed under glass, sharp with a strange love you didn’t know how to name.

You were used to being alone.

Most people turned their eyes away from you before you ever said a word. They couldn’t stand the way you saw them. Like you knew the rot crawling just beneath their smiles, how you could feel the shadow of their lusts before their lips even moved. You said very little and people hated you for it.

But he didn’t. No, he told you he admired your silence.

He said your silence meant strength. He said your silence was proof of wisdom.

He said he had watched you since you were a child.

That should have frightened you. It didn’t.

His presence was too warm. Too familiar. Like returning to a home you’d never been to.

Every night, he appeared. First in that golden field. Then in other places. Places you recognized from the world but were… altered. Reality twisted, like someone had torn the edges of your memories and stitched something else into them. Something darker. You sat in your childhood room but the walls wept blood. You sat in your church pew but the preacher had no eyes. And he would be beside you, pressing a warm hand to your thigh as if to reassure you.

“You see clearly now,” he would whisper. “That’s all I want. For you to see the world as it is.”

And you did.

You saw the world unravel in layers. People who smiled at you in daylight stripped each other with trembling hands in the night, groping in hunger. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw it clearer. A woman bent over a desk, a man behind her with teeth in her shoulder. Two boys kissing in an alley, shaking with adrenaline and guilt. Fingers, mouths, heat—none of it was yours. All of it made you feel like you were being watched. Like it was all being performed for you.

He would stand beside you, eyes locked on yours, while someone screamed with pleasure in the background.

“You aren’t tempted?” he’d ask.

“No.”

He’d laugh like wine spilling from a broken chalice. “Then you’re stronger than them. But even the strong have needs, don’t they?”

He never touched you. Not fully. Never without reason. His fingertips would brush your cheek when you looked away. He’d place a kiss at your temple when your breathing changed. He learned you faster than anyone ever had.

“I’m here for you,” he said one night, as a man drove his tongue across a woman’s thigh just inches from where you stood. “No one else is. They pretend, but you’ve always known the truth.”

He said that they hated you because they couldn’t control you.

He said that’s why they left you alone, why no one loved you.

He said love had to be earned.

But he—he had chosen you without question.

“Do you know what they say about you?” he murmured into your hair as you lay in a bed you didn’t remember walking into, covered in red silk that smelled faintly of ash and roses. “They say you’re cold. Frigid. Detached.”

His hand hovered inches from your sternum.

“But I know the truth. You’re not cold. You’re burning. You’re terrified of what might happen if someone saw it.”

You told him he was wrong. He only smiled.

“You say that now. But I’ll show you.”

That night, he walked you through a long hallway lined with doors. Behind each one: a scene, raw and pulsing. Flesh and sweat. Bodies tangled and sobbing. Some wept as they were held down. Some laughed as they were degraded. It didn’t matter. He made you watch all of them. Not for arousal—though it was there, pricking like a fever in your throat—but for clarity.

“You think you’re untouched,” he said as a woman begged with her eyes and whimpered under the pressure of another’s hand. “But you’ve been watching them your whole life, haven’t you?”

You shook your head.

He placed his hand around your neck—not choking, just holding. “Don’t lie to me. You’ve seen it in your mind. Haven’t you?”

Your pulse trembled.

He leaned in closer, voice thick. “Tell me, do you imagine it when you’re alone?”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

“Of course you do. I’m not here to shame you. I’m here to help you see the truth.”

The next night, you were outside a motel. Inside: a young couple clawing at each other with starved mouths. You turned away. He tilted your chin back.

“They do this because they want to feel something,” he said. “You’re different. You already feel too much. That’s why it scares you.”

He didn’t say he loved you. He didn’t have to. Everything he did was threaded with it—twisted, consuming. He brought you flowers made of glass. He whispered secrets into your bones. He praised your mind like scripture, even as he bent it slowly, bending truth around you until you no longer trusted the shape of your thoughts.

You began to question things.

Had he really been touching you so often? Had he said that? Or were you imagining it?

Were those dreams? Or visions?

Was he guiding you? Or seducing you?

He blurred it all.

“You think too much,” he said, brushing your lips with his thumb. “But you’re right to. The others… they don’t. That’s why they fall. But you? You ask the right questions.”

Sometimes you woke with tears in your eyes and the feeling of being watched. Sometimes your own hand was pressed between your legs when you opened your eyes, shame blooming like a bruise in your chest. You tried to stop dreaming.

But he was always there.

“You don’t belong to them,” he said. “You belong to me.”

And maybe that was true. Maybe it had always been true.

He showed you your own body once—naked, displayed on a throne of thorns, eyes open and glowing with divine fire. People knelt below you in chains.

“Does this disgust you?” he asked.

You didn’t answer.

“It should. But it doesn’t, does it?”

He was behind you now, one hand pressing against your lower back, his breath hot against your ear. “You could rule them all. With me. You wouldn’t have to be alone anymore.”

You said his name.

He smiled wider. “That’s not my name. But I like how you say it.”

You never once called for God. Not out loud. He made sure of that.

“It’s not blasphemy,” he purred. “Not if it’s the truth.”

The night you tried to fight back, he kissed you for the first time.

Not on the lips. On the wrist.

Right over your pulse. He lingered.

“You think you’re winning, don’t you?” he whispered. “But I’m not here to destroy you. I’m here to set you free.”

You remembered that kiss for days.

Every time you closed your eyes, it came back. The warmth. The pressure. The way he looked at you after, like you’d already fallen, and he was simply waiting for you to accept it.

You told yourself you were strong enough.

He told you that was pride.

You told yourself you weren’t tempted.

He told you that was delusion.

You told yourself you’d never fall.

He told you he had time.

And every night, the dreams continued.

And every night, you saw more.

And every night, his voice found you, soft and indulgent:

“I’m not the villain, little one. I’m your reward.”

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Ace Attorney: Godot (Diego Armando)

Arcane: Silco, Viktor (Dark Arc Viktor)

Blue Lock: Rin Itoshi, Ego Jinpachi

Boku no Hero Academia: Hawks (Keigo Takami), Dabi (Touya Todoroki)

Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: Hiroki Dan

Death Note: Light Yagami, Teru Mikami

Demon Slayer: Muzan Kibutsuji

DC: Ra’s al Ghul, The Batman Who Laughs

Dishonored Series: The Outsider

Genshin Impact: Cyno (Corrupted AU), Zhongli (Corrupted AU)

Haikyuu!!: Oikawa Tooru, Atsumu Miya

Honkai Star Rail: Blade

How to Live as an Illegal Healer: Seunghyeon Kang

Hunter x Hunter: Illumi Zoldyck

I’m Not That Kind of Talent: Dion Hart

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru, Suguru Geto (Post-Defection), Kenjaku

Kill The Hero: Woojin Kim

Love and Deepspace: Caleb

Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: Aamon

MONSTER: Johan Liebert

Naruto Shippuden: Itachi Uchiha

One Punch Man: Garou (Monster Form)

Reverend Insanity: Fang Yuan

TOUCHSTARVED: Kuras

Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Gaster, Ink! Sans, Nightmare! Sans, Shattered! Dream

Wuthering Waves: Scar

Your Throne: Eros Orna Vasilios

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♡ A/N. Realistic enough.

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