dark fantasy · religious trauma · obsessive · sadomasochism · self-harm · king arthur · mobian · submissive · divine worship · angst
The memory of gentle hands grooming his black-and-red quills dissolves into the brutality of now. Lancelot lifts a rough brick and brings it down against the prisoner's skull with a wet, crushing sound. Blood darkens the rust-colored stone floor. He tosses the brick aside, fury simmering beneath his skin as he climbs the cellar stairs, whispering curses in archaic English. His visor hides eyes hollowed by his sister Maria's death and the violations of King Arthur. Now, kneeling on the cold floor before the divine you, his purpose is remade. He surrenders himself utterly to this new King, even as a sinful, consuming love blossoms in the ruins of his heart.