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³The morning tune the wolves and sheeps lull

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A slow burn blackbell fic I may take a while to post btw cause my attention span is ASS also im writing fics on a notes app♡

Chapter 1: Look at the Stars when you cry my name

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The morning tune the wolves and sheeps lull

Eyes, False hope, And a heart made from the coldest metal one that could bark a laugh after ripping someone's life to shreds, it would intrigue most to hear he wasn't always like this a once soft and kind young heart in the claws of a beast.
Yes the beast tore it apart and that heart was born anew, The beast called it a masterpiece others called it cruel.

Who would be brave enough to peel back the layers of leather surrounding the warming sun in the middle?

 

"Mic test 1 2 3... Ah! Well hello my dear friends, Welcome to another podcast from your favorite host Black sapphire! Here to cover all the lies and rumors on earthbread"

That charismatic voice lulled the tune of a memorizing fiddle those blind enough would follow the fiddle playing wolf, the followers would soon be led off a Clift left with bitter tasting betrayal in their final moments a voice recited one to many times, recited enough times to make the throat sore

"Today's topic not just a school playground rumor but a place where the tooth fairy is real, yes the faerie kingdom now do not be fooled by the rumors for these Animals! Are the cruelest things one can meet, Trapping innocent handsome masters, im sadly going to have to cut this podcast short! Tune back in another time!~"

 

He always wanted to be famous this wasn't his image of famous, though he was in the claws of a beast what more could he do?
He was on a stage built on delusions that sung him a song of hope he knew was entirely lies its all lies he knew it but fooled himself to believe the lies once more forever more he would dance on this stage with a blindfold and a unimpressed crowd, Lies were all he was good with and if thats all he is good for he will dance to the song those lies sing until his legs and heart shattered.

 

"Why do I have to go aswell? It's so gross.. and muddy eaughk.. you always get the dirty work why should I have to come along too!"

"Because you've been bedrotting all week and stop whining you sound like a baby! If you want to go against masters orders be free to do it but don't expect me not to laugh when he beats your ass-"

"CANDY."

candy was a common nickname for her given by her older brother other then brat Black sapphire was a fatherly brother figure to her though they weren't really related.

"Eaughk mud.. these are my good shoes!"

"EAUGHHHHH MY SHOOEEESS, stop whining! Also is it a good time master told me to leave you to do all the work?"

"What kind of work..?"
"The only thing your good at dough brain Rumors."

It was true all he was good at and good for was rumors it was what he was made for though he tried not to allow such intrusive thoughts to win in a war with himself taking place in his own head.

Before Black sapphire could object candy had already teleported away he was alone in beast yeast, in mud, in the rain, where faerie kingdom guards would kill him without a second thought about it.

This sent shivers down his spine
although he didn't know whether or not it was from the rain or the thought, he saw glistening.. maybe silver?

Maybe that brat wasn't so useless after all, she knew her way here sometimes she considered it a second life with how often she was sent there, her cute demeanor was easy to fool anyone she still had plump cheeks, lashes, and looked absolutely adorable to most people who never saw her other side.

Soon enough he put on some basic illusion magic just enough to fool those who don't look too closely at him, he wouldn't dare try shape-shifting like his master the main reason being the few times he saw his master shape shift in front of him.
Those crunching wet sounds still haunt him.
Asides from that Black sapphire walked into the kingdom with confidence and a proper posture just enough to make him look like he knew this place, but in all honesty he didn't he has never really been out the spire, his master considered him a run off risk and it was true he tried to get out any chance he got but he accepted he was bound to the spire like a bird with its wings clipped and tied inside a cage their was no point in trying to leave, he was very aware how his master was with being left, though he wasn't as bad with being left like Eternal sugar, but in the end he knew it was near impossible to try and fight getting out that cage, he knew his master cared...

Black sapphire went to the ancient library old scrolls were what he needed but..

"What the fuck...?"

They were just songs! Music?! Worthless stupid faeries can't even write a book!

Maybe master was right they aren't as smart as they make themself out to be.
He grabbed a few scrolls about the ancients Eaughk...

And the beast or virtues in their glory day was rumors really all he was good for anything but this isnt the only time this had happen the rare times he was sent out he was always requested to do the same things
Rumors.

Collect information.

Rumors.

Collect information.

Rumors.

Collect Information..

RUMORS.

God damn it.. This is truely all he is good for isn't it?...
It's better for him to get back to getting scrolls maybe take his mind off this

After some time he swooned the librarian into letting him 'borrow' some of the older scrolls they were copies of the real deal so a bit of the fiddle of his voice and a charming smile and he was on his way.

As he left he realized he had to stay longer if he just collected scrolls and left it would be suspicious, so he just walked around blending in with the crowd and eyes on the ground he hated seeing other cookies wings so...
Free he hated it he hated it so much they could fly, they could preen, they were so free and he couldn't help it knowing those innocent lambs of faeries would be more free then he would ever be more he was a wolf with a muzzle controlling them, at least he had control over the small choices in life..

they were so happy the bitterest tasting jealousy bubbled up in his throat hot tears welded his eyes shit.. He needed to leave and he knew it or just.. Find someplace to cry at in peace its a stupid thing to cry over something so stupid..

he knows he at least has the smaller choices in life and he really does know it but he just can't swallow that pill knowing he will always have puppet strings wrapped around every limb none of his thoughts even felt like his own...

Ah..

He still had to spread rumors..
Easy enough he swallowed the lump in his throat that pleaded him to cry and walked close to crowds and learnt names

Mercurial knight

Such a stupid name

Silver lemon

Lemons weren't his favorite but not the worst name better then the last name.

Silver Jester

The people here really liked Silver huh..? Jesters? Never knew these party poopers enjoyed jesters

Silver bell

He did know his flowers he enjoyed them, lilys of the valleys were his favorite
He looked at the silver bell person first, she was short and had very long lashes even for a gir- he paused when silver bell began to speak
"Im not short!"

That was a boy.

A fairly pretty boy but no time for love the one time candy apple got a crush master was infuriated the fear of her leaving him it was a feeling guilty, angry, and Scared so he did what anyone would do he journeyed to the faerie kingdom taking on the form of a beautiful young woman and lured the boy out and killed him the blood and flesh under his nails rotted over time, because his master couldnt get it all out from under his claw like nails.

Black sapphire destroyed people's lives but never had a cold enough heart to kill

Once again tears were threatening him his eyes burned and their was a lump in his throat pleading with him to cry, he looked around and eventually found a secluded abandoned garden no one around and being surrounded by trees he could finally cry
He felt horrible he hated going out on journey's his hip wings were fine a bit of illusion magic but his main wings were too large to pass as faerie wings his wings were constantly being clipped due to his many escape attempts
He had ribbon constantly wrapped around his wings to bind them, if they weren't being clipped they had ribbons tied around their wings.
when out on a journy it hurt to move and he hated this he hated this place oh so much.

Watching everyone fly freedom for him it was the equivalent of eating a fresh steak in front of a starving lion and this drove him mad, he wants to have the freedom to fly, and to preen.

He knew damn well he would never have this luxury but sometimes lying to yourself for comfort is needed so that's what he did he told himself wings were useless and a burden

He sobbed

And sobbed

Quiet wails

Quiet sobs

He sobbed

And Sobbed..

Quiet Wails...

Quiet sobs..

A silent cry for something he can't have he knew this well
It's useless wishing, hopes and wishes won't get him anywhere wont it?

Their he is letting water drips from his eyes and nourishing the rather dry flowers, at least his suffering helped others but a few tears aren't a lot of help arent they?

Rustling of bushes he never heard while drowning in his own pity

"Ah hello..?"

That voice sounded familiar but either way it spooked him he wiped his eyes and stood up and smiled you would never know he was sobbing if his puffy red eyes weren't snitching on him...

The faerie had a confused look plastered on his face

"I think I saw you earlier, and I see you found the majesty abandoned garden"

Fuck..

That's why it smelt of old lint and a lingering.. metallic? Scent
His master was not a fool
How could he explain why he smelt like someone who his master hated?

"Are you going to talk..?"

"What can I help you with silver bell if im correct?"

"How do you know my na-"

"I over heard it while trying to sqeeze through a crowd sorry if I sounded creepy"

"Ah I've never seen you around who are you?"

Shit..
he hadn't got a name he didn't know faerie kingdom culture and names if he fucked up so many things could happen

"Uhm my name is
Black sap-fron?"
With a nervous chuckle and sweat trailing down the side of his forehead he watched the faeries face morph

"I've never heard of that name nor have seen you around may I check our records for you..?"

"NO- no need! I'm a bit of a hermit that may explain so dont worry"

"Alright we knights and guards have been set on high alert after finding out the beast of deceit has been having his minions come here"

He noticed the faerie was staring at his skin alot he didn't have time to do a lighter purple body paint all the faeries here were unusually pale like snow he stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the other faerie

"Im going to go get a friend just to make sure you are being truthful your acting rather suspicious please stay here!"

SHIT..

His heart dropped he had to leave and quickly, execution from tooth fairys were not on his to-do list today!
He stood up

And he ran

And ran

Three rabbits

Looping

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Repeating

Running

And running

Everything he saw the minute before appeared the next minute..

He saw that shiny glisten of the gates.. Freedom

He had scrolls in his hand
He hadn't spread any rumors yet..
He always messed things up

He went to run out of those gates....

 

CRUNCH

 

A wet crunching sound

A deer in a wolf's skin

A young soul drained of life horrifingly quick.

Wine red eyes and a world that had gone to black