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『TEMPTATION』
zenon zogratis x female!reader
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hi welcome to chili's
warning: sexual themes ahead!
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At the outer skirts of Spade, where less snow and storms appear by in the beliefs of a High Priestess standing tall to be praised and obeyed, there lived people who ignore the ruler's orders to apply themselves to their beliefs. This female was told to give miracles and dawned the area to be free of the cold, winter weather.

The believed High Priestess was set by the temple and has sworn to sacred in the wish of her ancestors to follow their tradition. High Priestess is chosen from the people around them, whether or not if they were worthy enough to become one to serve their Lord. Some are chosen by the previous High Priestess themselves.

Seeming as pure as she was spoken to be, she was nothing like the ones from past generations. She's different. Something etched by and could possibly ruin her image as a priestess.

The temple was believed to be locked shut, enabling any intruders from coming in and stealing their sign of hope and peace. But somehow an intruder came by to take her in.

This female chosen as the high priestess was none other than (y/n) (l/n), the first person to break the tradition, sealing a deadly deal. A dangerous man now leaned by one of the towering pillars as white and clean. Hearing into any of her words and cries as a routine with no one noticing.

He admires her from afar, seeing her eyes closed and kneeling. Praying to the lord she believes as her lips moved, causing the man to think something erotic in mind.

"I hope the heavens could hear my wish for prayers. For I have sinned to fall for a man from below. He, who stole my heart and beliefs, could be the possible doom fall of this tradition." She prays, kneeling by the statue of her beliefs, simply close to bare with silk fallen by her shoulders to cover herself from the outside light.

She sets her eyes closed, facing up, and mumbling words by words of her confession to the Lord. Not noticing the enormous mana and dangerous vibe a man was giving off behind her.

"I plead to you, Lord. My inner desire has once again consumed me for the like of bad. Forsaken and cleanse me from the wrongdoings of what I have done irrationally, Lord." She confesses, clutching her tangled fingers into a tighter fist.

The breeze falls past her shoulders, revealing her (s/c)-coloured skin to the face of the devil-host. A smirk stretching by his face whilst she continued. "Let the sun up in the daylight sky, shine bright as it could visualize the future of this kingdom."

A last granted smile honed by her lips, truly hoping for what was yet to come to her way. This was what she wanted and she wishes for it to come true. Picturing of the man that caught her attention from months ago as he visited the place with no true intentions. His delicate face and sharp eyes, stoic as the gloomy weather outside of the bright area she lives in.

The sudden smile that appeared by his face as he found something interesting and fascinating to his eyes as she amusedly admired his dashing face by her mind.

Looking by the small picture frame placed near her, a happy beam rowing on her face in glee. The picture of the man she has once seen has blinded her from the true intentions of her job as a High Priestess. But she didn't care, she never wanted to be a Priestess, to begin with.

"I wish to be with my Lord Zenon, Lord Father." She confesses, clasping her hands together in prayer.

Bewildered and astonished, Zenon the devil host and the member of Dark Triad, one of the rulers of this Spade Kingdom smiles wickedly as a thought appeared by his mind. Never had he thought a maiden would do such a thing nor think such a thing.

Stepping in, the man steps over and neared the maiden. Taking his coat off and letting it fall by the white marble floor. The stare he gave off as sly as a fox, as wicked as a demon, as loving as an angel. This man is a GOAT.

"Then be with me." He smiles, surprising her by his revealed position.

The horrified pellucid impression she gave has sparked joy within his inner self. She scrambled herself to take the picture frame before he appeared by and snatched it from her grasp. His cold and mysterious eyes that had captivated her from afar watching her move in surprise and fear.

He stood close and trapped her by the fountain place where she prays day and night. The warmth spread by her cheeks and body was enough to show that she was deeply abashed. Hymn the close death she could now hear,

"M-My lord! I apologize— I-I didn't mean to—"

"Are your words false or are they true?" He stops her, entrapping her by his gun arms. His biceps were enough to touch her and bring butterflies right around her body.

Telling her direct answer as a pure and holy image, she spoke. "I'm afraid I can't answer that, my lord."

Her adamant manner could bring her to her righteous death, although what holds currently were knowing the unknown. A confession from a Priestess, what a surprise. What happened to keeping yourself sacred and loving everyone with no sort of choosing favourites.

"Answer me." He pushes resulting in her face to erupt in a darker shade of red.

Smirking by her squirming figure, he took what was once his and placed it unto her palm. His yearning blue eyes as the shade of the ocean had deeply taken her into his world. "Don't you want to be mine?"

She answered by the sudden silence, but her face pleading to give in. This was what she prayed for day and night, she wanted to be his in anyways. She longed and craved for this since the day she saw his face.

Seeing how she was close to giving in to the temptation, he pressed his surprisingly soft lips by her ears, whispering and breathing her scent into his nostrils. The warmth he emitted was warmer than the summer days. "Take it for granted. What you want is in your grasp. All you need to do is answer me truthfully."

A ring he wore from the day he becomes apart of the Dark Triad shone under the bright skies. The birds were yet again chirping in melody and harmony. Nobody noticed of the placed intruder who had trapped the holy one under his grasp. The temple was, after all, shut in place.

He whispers by her ears, causing her to clutch what was there. "It's in the palm of your hand now, baby."

"I-I can't accept this. I'm not worthy enough." She pushed it away before her lips were closed into a shut by his slender pale fingers. His fingers as cold and breezy as the said cold weather in the true Spade climate.

"Do you love me?"

With his eyes over her, she couldn't look away. She shrivelled in pain for the need to fall into his embrace and proclaim him as her first. "I can't say anything—!"

A breathy sigh came along with his attractive chuckle. Spluttering out her secrets and stating his mind. "A priestess in love with a demon? I'm truly honoured, my dear. You aren't even refusing as you should. Your prayers and words have reached me every time."

"P-pardon?" She asks, not wanting for her shameful acts to be heard true.

"Do you love me? Answer me." He changed back the topic.

"I respect you, my lord. You are hear-by one of the leaders of the Spade Kingdom, and it is my duty to serve you."

"You are a priestess, and yet you're serving and adoring a demon?" He traced his nose by her skin, her breath hitching in bliss.

"I-"

Continuing his word, playing the part to let her fall into temptation and utter lust. He slid his large palm over her thighs, closing the space even more. The thought of doing this in front of her Father Lord of her beliefs was truly exhilarating, surprising and sinning. This demon has stolen her needs.

"Isn't it forbidden to worship something or someone that isn't your belief?"

"Yes." She for once replied directly.

"Then tell me, why is it that you disobey you left your beliefs?"

"Don't you have all the desire to ravish me as you thought of late at night?" He stood back away from her, taking the silk in hand and letting a striking torn to roar the air.

"My Lord!" She shouted. The terrifying uncomfortable feeling that hollered by her as she hid her now torn materials to cover her body.

The torn ivory silk by the palm of his hand was sacred but what was more was the young lady he had invaded by her place of living, the temple. The sudden fiery pulse strikes her heart as his gentle grasp clutched by her (s/c)-shades of skin. Mesmerized by his cerulean blue eyes that lonely craves for inner desires.

Laying by the stone sides of the fountain, heaving her materials off by her with no signs of rejection given by the maiden. The flustered look washed by her face as clear as the water washing beside them.

He looked over her to the eyes, seriousness and sole endeavour as stoic as he was told to be. Gently leaning his body atop of hers, hovering by her nearly-exposed ones.

"Do you love me?" He questioned, sliding his fingers up by her thighs, gently grasping the holy flesh into the end, corrupting its purity.

Her blazing face was unseen, for he was admiring her beauty with such a sight. His normal attire, touching by her bare ones, emitting enjoyable serenity and lust. "I do..."

"Louder." He smirks in accomplishment. Trailing his palm back at it on her thighs, going further and further closer to a sacred place she had sworn.

"I do!"

"Scream for me!"

"I DO!"

Her mind black and rigid, all she could feel was his palm gracing her skin. Eternal bliss and perfection as she faced the man with dark marks who looks down at her with affection and promise. "That's it. Say it!" He grins.

"I love you, my Lord Zenon!" She clutched his broad shoulders, feeling a sudden pain down on her core. Her nearly exposed body as inviting as what a succubus would fight for.

Playing her words, he tested her. "Tell me what I can do to you."

"Y-You own me. Molest me all you want, my lord!" The ring fall by her palm, rolling near his feet which he took and placed it by her fingers. Looking deeply into her eyes before laughing genuinely.

Laughing by her real naivety, he placed a gentle kiss by her cheeks. "Haha, you probably can't think straight."

"All of those dirty words you said were prayers, and prayers will deem come true," Zenon said, pressing a gentle kiss once again by her knuckles where the ring resides.

"Claim it and use it as your own. If you accept to love me then I will take care of you as my own."

"Be mine and I'll be yours as I will love you for eternity." He stated, taking his turtleneck off of his body since the maiden tugged him into her as she laid by the side of the fountain.

"Till the ends of times and till we wonder by the underworld side by side."

Words come off and lust drives in. The sacred maiden was now to be railed by a devil in disguise by her eyes.

"I love you!" With that, the deal was sealed. Oh, how naive she could be to fall for a demon who longs for the blood of the pure like her.

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"Got her." Zenon carried the female by his arms who was in a deep sleep of exhaustion. Her silk attire torn and messy, closed by the black coat where the Spade insignia holds by the fur mantle.

Dante, the man who told the younger male of what to do, turned and admired the lady on his arms. Smiling and glad to be faced in the presence of the said legendary High Priestess of the west.

"Stunning, isn't she? The high priestess of Spade. The purest and innocent woman in the kingdom, and you, my brother, broke their tradition." Dante ruffed his moustache and the short goatee.

Ignoring him eyeing the las o his arms in such a disgusting manner, Zenon straightforwardly asked. "Hm. What did you need of her?"

Facing back to the cerulean blue-eyed male, his emerald-green eyes demonic and devilicious. "With her by our side, we could handle more lands and take over them with those lowlifes to obey easily. Less death means more mana to be used for our kingdom."

"You ripped her innocence, didn't you? Took her from the temple of heavens, and claim her? In daylight? You really are a savage, Zeno." The pride thrown by the older male was repulsive, he refused to think like his own dear older brother.

"I made a seal. She's mine, now." Zenon respected the clothed female. The thought of her falling for him was still surprising. That must've been the reason why Dante told him to bring her back to the Spade's castle. That old man is dangerous.

"And you're hers. My, you found yourself quite a lady here."

His face contorting into an ever-so-jealous look, whining like a child who wanted his very own toy, like his sibling. "So pure and dashing. I envy you, little brother."

"The seal is a seal." Zenon strides away from the man in the crown, with her carried by his arms, covered by his long and large coat. His lovable blue eyes admiring the female on his arms.

"It ends up with a deal."

"A deal with a devil." Dante laughs.

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—more, k/da

8/1/21 ☁︎ temptation
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i was supposed to finish this yesterday. sry :( and this is the zenon os i guess. AND THIS IS TO CELEBRATE ZENON'S APPEARANCE TO THE ANIME :confetti:

im scared of the manga to be animated tho :(

dante nextt