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Hector and Isaac reacting to their S/O’s death

(This is a long one, strap in folks!)

Hector:

It was just like any other evening. Hector was at the forge, sending the night creatures out the window one by one.

His S/O had left for the nearest village earlier in the day, and he was beginning to get antsy.

He decided to take a walk through the castle to clear his head.

He was meandering around the war hall when the door burst open, and in rode a vampire on his horse — the lookout.

He says a mob from the local village is approaching the castle.

Dracula’s troops stand guard at the door, ready to meet the attacking force. Hector hangs back, curious to see what’s going on.

In the distance, he could see them emerging from the surrounding darkness. The tiny flickers of red light from their torches grew stronger as the villagers marched closer.

Hector squinted to better see the mob. They were carrying something heavy.

He was shoved aside as the vampires surged forward to attack the villagers, who — despite their rage-powered determination — didn’t stand much of a chance.

Hector stumbled down the front steps just as the last few had fallen. During the fight, the attackers had set down that strange thing they were carrying.

Now he saw what it was. A wooden cross, staked to the ground, and tied to it was his lover.

His legs almost gave out from under him, but he caught himself.

“What are you doing?! They’re hurt, get them down from there!”

Isaac helped him cut the ropes with his dagger.

His S/O crumpled into his arms as they lowered them to the ground

He pleaded with them to wake up, and finally, their eyelids lifted under the dirt that was caked into their eyelashes

“I’m sorry… Hector, I just — eugh, wanted to h-help… They knew I c-came from the castle…”

Their eyes closed again, and their head lolled to the side.

He screamed, burying his face in their blood-soaked shirt, searching for a heartbeat, a sign — anything. But it was too late.

He buried them next to the woods by the castle, the grave marker he adorned with flowers.

Everyday after that he’d visit, leaving gifts and bringing some of his pets. He knows his S/O would love their company.

It was late one night when he was plagued with loneliness when he ventured out to the grave.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was digging up the body and carrying it to the forge.

He thought that maybe, he could bring them back to life as he does with animals.

The blue light hovered over the corpse, transforming it. Hector stopped when he saw how his lover’s limbs were twisted, teeth and horns formed on their face.

Hector realized they’d end up just like any other night creature, and he couldn’t stand that.

He put them back in the ground, and retreated into the castle.

Isaac:

Isaac had been looking after his S/O for a while. They were very sick and not getting much better.

It was one of those days where they were stuck in bed, and Isaac decided to stay with them.

He had turned away to get a new washcloth for their forehead, dipping it in cold water.

There was a cough, “Isaac, I just wanted to say that—“ Another cough, “I love you.”

“Don’t say that,” He replied, wringing out the cloth, “You’re not on your deathbed, not yet.”

It was a few days later, when he’d gotten busy with work that one of the guards came to deliver a message.

He was rushed into his S/O’s room, where he found them laying unmoving and deathly pale on the thin mattress.

He made no movement towards the bed. Only once the guards had left did he cradle his lover’s body close, pressing his forehead against theirs.

His S/O’s body was ceremoniously cremated, and their ashes were kept on a table in Isaac’s room; in a simple urn.

He went about his business as usual, but he never looked at the urn. Not once.

“You’re quite good at hiding your grief, you know,” Dracula said to him one night in his study, “But you don’t have to. I know how much you loved them.”

There was a pause, “There is no such thing as love in this world,” Isaac began to walk towards the door. “Oh, but there is, Isaac. It is just ripped away from you in the cruelest of ways… You and I both know that well.”

Isaac retreated to this room and the first thing he did was stand in front of the urn.

This was it. The person that his world revolved around… right here, in this clay jar.

He lifted the lid. They weren’t even a comprehensible being anymore. His lover had been here the whole time, watching him from this table; staring at him with eyes that didn’t exist anymore.

No matter what lies he kept telling himself, he did love them. He braced against the table as if the thoughts were weights pushing down on his head.

And Isaac cried.

(Your tears will only make me stronger)

- Mod Seraph

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Hello Dear,  

I hope this message finds you well. My name is Tahseen from Gaza. I am writing to you, urgently pleading for your help. I appeal to your mercy and humanity to help us. Please don’t be surprised when I say that you, yourself, are my hope, the hope that can bring life back to me and my children. As you read this message, my family and I are hungry, thirsty, and terrified. We are homeless, depressed, and feeling hopeless. To be honest with you, I can endure famine, thirst, and homelessness, but I cannot bear the thought of watching my children die from starvation.  

I am a father of three children, striving alongside my wife to secure a decent life for them. After October 7th, our lives took a drastic turn with the onset of the cruel war on Gaza. Tragically, everything we owned was lost when our home and business were bombed and destroyed. We are now enduring a slow death, living a devastating life in Gaza.  

I am reaching out to you after exhausting all other options that could keep us alive. The basic needs of living and the harsh circumstances we are enduring have forced me to write this letter and extend a hand for help. I believe that your generosity and kindness can make a huge difference in our lives and give us the hope we so desperately need.  

In response to our dire circumstances, I have created a campaign to help my family rebuild our lives and meet our basic needs for food, water, and other essentials in these harsh conditions. My campaign has been vetted by @olagaza, @90-ghost, @northgazaupdates, & @neptunerings 

All I ask is that you reblog the pinned post on my page and donate if you can. Your support would mean the world to us. Please consider visiting my GoFundMe page at https://www.gofundme.com/f/tahseen-family-from-gaza-not-to-feel-hungry By donating and sharing, you are helping me, my wife, and our three children survive the ravages of famine and genocide. You are giving us hope to rebuild our home and reclaim a life that was stolen from us.  

I would also greatly appreciate it if you could follow me to stay updated on our situation. I eagerly await your response and thank you in advance for your kindness and support.  

With deepest gratitude 

  Tahseen  

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