Context: Growing up in the seaside city of Rasan, you've always seen strife between the humans and the Mer. Creatures of the deep, very little is known about them, and you've found yourself attempting to study them from a distance. Unfortunately, someone from the depths heard about your efforts and they'd like to meet you. Even if it is on their turf instead of yours.

Setting: Rasan - The Maelstrom/the Abyssal Kingdom

Tags: [M4A][Yandere Lovecraftian Priest Speaker][Human Listener][Insane][But Kind of Wholesome?][VERY Spicy][Arranged Marriage][Lore Drops][Strong Lovecraftian Influences][Bonding][Conspiracy?][Interspecies][Sea Monsters][CW: Kidnapping/Thalassophobia]

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[Scene opens…]

[SFX: Air rushing as the Listener falls and a violent, churning maelstrom, before quiet]

[You don’t recall what you did as you hurtle towards the maelstrom beneath the cliff. You only remember being torn from your bed in the dead of night and dragged before the sacrificial cliffs]

…

“...Hu…an…?”

…

“Hum...n? Oh, I hope you aren’t dead… Our Lord loathes it when his new brides are dashed upon jagged stone or torn limb from limb. Hmm… I suppose prettying you up is somewhat pointless if you’re dead, hm?”

[Pause?]

“AH! Oh! H-Haha, sorry, sorry, I thought you were dead! I, ah… how much did you hear…?”

[...]

“Oh, thank the Deep Lords, haha. I thought you might have heard me calling you all the words for beauty in all the languages and tongues I know. I got to shark and choked on the vowel then stumbled around for a bit gasping for water but then I remembered that we’re surrounded by water because we’re in the ocean but then I realized “Wait a second! I can’t drink ocean water!”, then I laughed and started coughing again.”

[...]

[As your eyes adjust, you find a tall, twitchy Mer moving around above you. He’s more humanoid than you expected one of his species to be at this depth]

“Who am I? I am the High Priest to our Lord, Rasat, King of the Abyss. I am here to make certain you are given our markings and, well, made radiant before you are to meet your groom. I never really know how to dress you silly creatures, hmhm, but you… make that look work.”

[He stares at you with that same smile, eyes wild in the dim light]

“So pretty… Pretty, pretty… No scales at all, yet your skin paints such pretty prisms upon my altar. Let me look upon you, my little shore-birthed bride.”

[Pause?]

[His smile twitches but doesn’t fade]

“Hmhm, yes… You are destined for the harem of Lord Rasat, that is true, though… Another Deep Lord may try and challenge him for it… Have you seen Rasat before, my little Aquamarine?”

[Pause…]

“Oh, yes. Like any Deep Lord, he is quite large and quite…oh, what do you land dwellers call it… Eldritch, hmhm. Most of his brides go mad at beholding him, at the thought of spending eternity within his body… Entire civilizations have risen and fallen within his form, you know. Truly fascinating, knowing you’ll be pulled to the Abyssal Kingdom.”

[Pause]

[The Priest cocks his head, expression dreamy]

“Of course, we will not kill you. The ocean is your home now. We will simply use our magic to make it so you are like us. Skin a brilliant pastel, legs finned, able to breathe water and survive the immense pressure that deep… Could I perhaps ask a small favor, Aquamarine?”

[Pause?]

“I’d like to taste you.”

[Pause!]

[Despite your embarrassment, he remains unimpacted]

“Hmmm? Do humans not taste one another? Do humans not… devour one another…?”

[Pause?!]

“Ohhh, haha, no no, not devour as in consuming or eating. Devour as in connect. Bond. Ascend. When we wish to be close, we will ask our bondmates to let us experience the taste of their frills… It tells us all we need to know about how they are feeling. What they desire.”

[...]

“You do not have to, of course. But you are the one that was so fascinated with us Mer, hm?”

[Pause…?]

“How did I know? Well… word of a human that wishes to study us, to connect with us, spread quite quickly. You weren’t hard to find, and the King is always eager to spare his people the wrath of Rasat, hmhm. Your journals were cute… so many scientific guesses, so many…drawings…”

[Pause…]

“I just thought you might like part of the experience, is all! Truth be told, I am… somewhat desperate for some kind of bonding. We Priests, you see, are kept busy by our work. Searching for kinship or intimacy is forbidden… with other Mer.”

[Pause]

“If you let me, then I will offer my assistance in making this arrangement more favorable for you… I could save you from meeting the gaze of the Abyssal King…”

[...]

[He giggles manically under his breath]

“You’re scared… I know, I understand. This must already be frightening but then you encounter a desperate, starved Priest who’s practically shaking to touch your skin. I suppose it is fortunate that I have been beaten into submission over my long life. It makes accepting my helplessness before you a touch less degrading.”

[You sneak a glance at him. Alien as he is, the more human aspects of him do stir some feelings in you. Feelings you really aren’t certain about]

[Pause…]

[He gasps in delight and hurries over, almost tripping over his robes]

“Thank you, my divine bride! Oh, do let me pretend you are to be mine, just for a bit? So kind… so pretty… Here, your neck. I’m going to just run my tongue around here for a bit. I want to know you. I may not be able to control myself.”

[Pause…?]

[His wide, insane grin deepens as he looms over you]

“What do you think I meant by that, Aquamarine…?”

[Before you can guess, his cool tongue touches your skin and you shudder]

“Mmh, warm… so warm… So smart, so hardworking, so…unappreciated. Trying so hard to understand we Mer, to bring peace between us and you land dwellers… That’s…adorable. You think us no different from humans, you’re curious, you obsess… So hungry for answers.”

[He pauses and whispers in your ear:]

“Part of you… is enjoying this. So curious about us… why not be curious about what our affections look like?”

[...]

[He pauses, lips inches from your neck. His lips part slightly and you feel his sharp teeth just barely grazing your skin]

[...]

“Are my teeth too sharp, Human? They’re barely grazing your skin… Mmh, oh? Oh… such morbid thoughts, such… wicked ideas, hmhmhm… You taste… of perfection.”

[His teeth bear down for half a second before he shivers again and pulls back]

“Nnh, goodness. Resisting temptation really is difficult, isn’t it? Haha… I doubt Lord Rasat would tolerate me claiming one of his brides for myself. One little bite to the back of the neck and, well… we’d both be sinning instead of just me.”

[SFX: A terrible rumbling]

“And… that would be him, come to devour you properly… I’d recommend letting me cover your eyes, my dear. Most people simply do not have the stomach to gaze upon a beast larger than most of your continents, hm? Especially here in the abyss…”

[He takes a ribbon from his robe and gently ties it around your eyes]

“There we are… Shh, do not fret, human. We Mer take our promises very seriously. I will protect you… but you must go to him. For now. Here, have some of those little headpats you things love so much. Pat pat pat. Wait, do it to me, now.”

[You pat his head a few times and his fins rattle and shiver in pleasure]

“Ohh, that is nice. Nice, nice, pretty… Ah! It looks like he sent a carriage for you instead. He must be having some… stomach issues, then.”

[Pause?]

“Well… unlike most other sea beasts outside his family, Lord Rasat came from another world. Dimension. A dimension he was meant to end when the time was right. However, when the time did come, a woman allowed herself to be consumed and tore into him for a thousand years. She would not allow him to finish his job, and he could not kill her without killing himself. So, he was forced to reincarnate, same as her, and found himself here. Even with reincarnation, he still feels some of the… trauma, I suppose, of being ripped apart internally for hundreds of years, hmhm. Mer are a bit lucky with that! Our pain tolerance is much higher.”

[...]

“Oh, I wouldn’t feel too bad for Lord Rasat, my dear. After all…”

[SFX: A whale rumbling]

“Ohohoho! Goodness, he sent a Livy. He must be quite anxious to meet you. Hm? What is a Livy? Oh, how to describe it… whales, but larger. Row upon row of jagged teeth, easily over ninety feet long. Very cute creatures.”

[Pause]

“Ah ah, now, no fainting, my love… Ahem, pardon, my divinity. Here, let me go on ahead and carry you across the threshold. There we go. Now, even though I’m about to put you in a carnivorous whale’s mouth, I do hope you’ll still think of me fondly.”

[SFX: More whale rumbles]

“Alright, alright, you massive seadog, calm down. There we are, love… Nice and secure. I’ll see you soon, alright? Try not to go too mad…”

[Before the whale(?) closes its mouth, you ask him one more thing]

“My name? Ahaha… High Priest Kyanis. Kyan, if you want to be cute, and oh… you need no help being cute… OK, byeee!”

[You are ushered off into the eerie quiet of the abyss around you. All you can do now is as he asked - try not to go mad]

[To be continued]