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I'll go with a backstory snippet from The Forgotten Ones for this one because I still need to write some more content for Supernova Initiative (:

TW. Implied past torture, medieval dungeon setting, general whump (characters are not having a good time, in short)

There were footsteps on the corridor outside the rusted, magically suppressant iron door of the cell. Nursing a myriad of lashes, cuts, and bruises from his latest session under the Magisters 'ministrations', Asael painstakingly dragged himself into a somewhat seated position, as he always did.

Behind him, Deryc was still asleep, wrists rubbed raw by the iron cuffs, somewhat bruised but otherwise untouched. He wanted to keep it that way for as long as he could manage to keep the brunt of the Inquisition's wrath away from his Kindred. But that didn't mean that every time those soldiers walked down that hall his heart didn't start racing in his chest like a hare fleeing from a wolf.

It wasn't long until the footsteps that had been coming closer and closer stopped the door was unlocked. Two armored knights stood at the threshold and the red-robed figure of the Magister strode into the frigid cell. Asael recognized the man and felt the last, damaged shreds of hope in his heart wither and die.

This guy was one of the worst ones.

"Have you changed your mind, heretic?"

Asael closed his shaking hands into fists, and as he opened his mouth to speak, he heard a slight rustle, followed by a sleepy hum and the clinking of chains. Deryc had woken up, and as much as Asael adored his Kindred's company, the young man couldn't have picked a worse time to make his presence known.

"I don't know," Deryc began with a tone that meant nothing but trouble. Asael wanted to scream through their bond for him to just shut up and not aggravate the situation. He would have if their magic wasn't being cut off, "Have you changed your mind about being a bigoted asshole?"

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Lil' Bit of Medieval Whump

Whumpee gasped for air as Whumper yanked at the chain, giving it no slack as they strutted across the feasting hall. Whumpee's fingers clenched around the collar tightened around his neck, a futile effort to ease it as Whumper tugged on the chain.

The heavy oak doors slammed closed behind the two, commanding the attention of each of the warriors filling the room.

Whumpee's cheeks flushed crimson at the humiliation as he stumbled behind Whumper, struggling to preserve a slither of dignity by avoiding being dragged toward the Warlord.

"You treat him like a dog," the Warlord sighed as Whumper approached and took their seat to his right, forcing Whumpee to kneel beside them.

"Why shouldn't I? He has been defeated,” Whumper declared proudly, shooting Whumpee a smile as he glared back from his spot on the floor.

"I will choke you with this chain..." Whumpee growled quietly. His gaze was abruptly pulled from the floor as Whumper jerked the chain, forcing their eyes to meet.

"What was that, Knight?" Whumper taunted.

"N-nothing," came the strangled reply.

"Where is your honour, Whumper? “ the Warlord questioned, shaking his head as he took a sip from his goblet. “He was a great warrior.”

"Was, Lord,” Whumper corrected, finally releasing Whumpee from their grip. “And now he may serve as a trophy. Nothing more.”