Knocking on Fates Door

Frey Beholders beware, there are no safe words The gods did indeed occasionally offer prayers. Sometimes, as the rumors said, they even provided salvation and hope. However, the key word in that phrase was to the faithful, which Kaladin most assuredly was not. Pity that. The man was pretty, and he was even an Accepted, which would have carried him far in most divine ledgers (and basically at the top of Frey’s books). Unfortunately, he seemed to be an arrogant prick, which even good looks couldn’t overcome. No matter. Frey would very much enjoy putting Kaladin in his place, which was so far below any god it was almost laughable. Of course, being below Frey could be incredibly fun, if only these mortals learned to accept it. They manifested in a hot wind, scented with incense, directly in front of Kaladin, who’d suddenly find himself on the wall behind the shrine. The lights would flicker and dim, giving the room a romantic glow, that hinted at dark secrets and untoward goings on in the corners. Kaladin would find himself completely naked, bound, and spreadeagled, roped to the wall by a series of leather cords that, try as the man might, he wouldn’t be able to budge, even in the slightest. This time, Frey wouldn’t be naked, but instead clothed in in skin-tight leather that went from their shoulders all the way to their toes. As always, their exact features were hard to determine, but they were the most beautiful being that Kaladin (or any other watcher) could imagine, appearing as the man’s deepest and darkest fantasy. And, of course, he would be filled with an almost overwhelming attraction to the god. In one hand they held a set of shackles. In the other, the so-called Godeater trailed, Frey holding it slightly off the ground with absolutely no effort. Their eyes, a bewildering and enchanting kaleidoscope of color, were filled with a dark amusement, and a smirk lurked on their mouth as they gave the man a once over. When they got back to his face, the smirk widened. ”I’m sorry your dick is so small, but that’s really not my or any other god’s problem, cutie. Trying to prove your manhood by attempting to kill one of us is just going to end horribly for you and everyone else involved.” Their voice came out in a sensual purr, and they licked their lips seductively, completely at odds with their words, their demeanor completely at odds with their words. Then again, from a certain perspective and for a lot of people, this would be wish fulfillment. Pulling at the chain of the morningstar they’d confiscated from Kaladin, Frey soon held the ball in their hands. ”Godeater. What a dumb name. As if this puny thing or you could ever hope to challenge the gods.” To a divine being like Frey, the idea was indeed laughable, and so they did, peals of pure delight filling the room. When they finished, they raised the ball to their mouth and licked one of the spikes slowly, then winked at Kaladin. ”Of course, if you wanted to put your lips on me in another way, I’m totally down cutie.” Honestly, despite finding the man’s manner and ambitions to be annoying, Frey wouldn’t mind a roll in the hay with him. So far, none of the supplicants had been up for it, but maybe one day they'd take Frey up on it. A god could dream, kind of. Walking forward, they dropped the shackles (which disappeared into thin air) and placed a hand on the man’s prosthetic, tracing the metal of it the same as if it had been flesh. No doubt to Kaladin’s shock, he’d actually feel jolts of pleasure with each caress. ”Word of advice? Be a little more respectful when calling upon the gods. After all, you never know who might show up or what they might do to you when they do.” Winking at him again, Frey leaned forward to whisper sexily in his ear, their breath hot. ”Being nice and polite, same as with any relationship or partner, will take you far. But you have trouble with that, don't you?” They nibbled at his earlobe for a moment before retreating, stepping back to where they'd been when they first appeared. Swinging the morningstar back and forth in an idle and sensual way, occasionally making a full circle in the air with it, they regarded their captive. ”But you weren’t. So just what am I going to do with you.” Grinning wickedly, they tilted their head. ”Any suggestions?” Probably not, since these mortals were, so far, incredibly boring. But maybe Kaladin would surprise them. Frey doubted it. Still, if he, like the rest of them, disappointed, Frey knew how to make their own fun.