Last one of these for a while. I started another account for all the doll pics, which can be found here . This pic is cross-posted from there.

Phineas is a Luts Abadon.
Osriel is an Angell Studio Lucifer.

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"Do not make me do this." My head is lowered for I cannot bear to regard his face. There will be nothing but a maddening distortion if I try.

"Begging is beneath you, Exarch. You should not demean yourself so."

"Please," I say again, and I brace myself for another strike. It comes, swift and hard, followed by another as punishment for my anticipation.

"You would dare withhold your gifts from a higher calling?"
It is the kind of question I cannot answer without incurring his wrath again. Silence is not an option.

"I – I have no gifts, only sickness. Please."

I am frightened into silence when The Other’s hands cup my face. I have a brief, paralyzing fear that he will crush me, a fear which lasts only long enough for me to remember death would be a blessing. With grace he kneels before me, so that we are across from one another with the slab on the earth between us.

"Palms up." His voice is as gentle as shards of gravel can be, yet anger still obscures him. He will strike me if I continue my protests. I raise my hands, bite my lip against the cry that escapes when I move my broken arm. My hands tremble before him, one much more than the other. His places his own hands on top of mine. Fingers like sandpaper close around my wrists. I am to do the same, but I cannot persuade the fingers of my left hand to cooperate. As punishment he grips harder, making me cry out a second time.

"Are you ready to begin?"

The answer is no. The last thing I want is to speak the words he de-mands of me. They are wrong. The words everything I hold scared in this world, yet to say them in this place, to him, they are wrong and the punishment for using them will ultimately be far more severe than any pain he could ever inflict upon me. I want to say no, but I can stand his punishments no longer. I want to run, but he has ensured I am too weakened to do so.

I tell myself I have no choice.