Undertale Love Stories

Dreammare| Sacrifice

This is based off of an RP that I did with someone. I hope you all like it!

                                      ~SR

Nightmare growled darkly as he narrowed his eyes on the people in front of him. He wanted to stab them! Choke them! He wanted to do everything he could to make them feel as humiliated and disgusted as he felt! Yet, he was bound and unable to move.

"Yes, yes! He will be good..." A priest in a flowing yellow outfit murmured with a thoughtful look.

"Oh, High Priest! Not him! He will anger the Great Sun!" One of the other people in more fitting yellow robes scolded, a glared in their eyes at the defiant monster.

"Go rot in Hell!" He snapped, lurching forever in a fruitless attempt to get free of the chains that were wrapped around his wrists and neck.

Even though he was restrained, and in a magic seal, the people flinched and hurriedly backed away. They knew better than to underestimate the King of the Moon People. Vile creatures that were nothing but thieves and assassins! The only good thing was their bountiful mines.

"We hold the favor of His Almighty Light! We shall only see riches in death!" The High Priest snapped at the fallen King.

The gooey monster gave an enraged roar, gritting his teeth at the others.

"Your God is nothing but wicked! As wicked as his people! Karama will befall you and your foolish God!" He snapped, yanking more on the chains. He knew what they thought of his people, he hated those blasted thoughts.

The priests scowled, rage in their greedy eyes. It was because of their God's favor they were able to conquer such a mighty Kingdom! Sure, there were resistant parties that were desperately trying to fight back, but they would soon enough be squashed! All they needed was their God's favor once more and the people to see that their King has truly fallen!

"Your people deserve nothing but death. Think of your sacrifice as doing one good thing in the world." The High Priest hissed before he turned away and leaving.

Nightmare's rage wanted to get the better of him, his tongue wishing to spill so many unsavory words in any language he could remember. Yet, he knew he had to save his strength. If he was to go to a God, a God that approved of such vile creatures, then he would have to fight with everything he has to get away or kill that bastard.

A few days passed before it was time for Nightmare to be sacrificed. For the early stages of it, he was in a drugged, lucid state. It was there they were able to bathe him in sweet water that was made to rejuvenate one's youthfulness as well as leave a sweet taste upon the skin or bone. The water was usually used for when newly couples are about to have sex, but on times like this, it was to make the sacrifice sweet smelling for their God. After the bath, they dressed him up in cream-gold silks. The silks wrapped around his body both firmly and loosely. It clearly was made to slip off with just a little convincing. The main thing, that if Nightmare was sober enough to notice, was that the silks formed a sort of dress. He wouldn't have cared about wearing a dress, but he did care about how short and revealing it was on him.

Once they had dressed him in the flowy silks, they adorned him with plenty of golds, rubies, topazes, and whatever more that glimmered like the Sun. Nightmare groaned some as his body was weighed down with all the jewels and gemstones. However, there was little he could say or do in his drugged state.

It took them hours, close to the Sunset, before they carried the fallen King into their large, bejeweled temple. They took the Royal to a special room they reserved specially for live humanoid offerings. The room had only a bed with a wide archway leading to a warm spring. The room was decorated rather simply with the main decor being that of morning glories and other harmlessly beautiful vines. The bed itself was a large, fourposter bed that had sheen-blue drapes floating around it.