Mandela Catalogue REQUESTS (COMPLETE) (PART 1)

Yandere! Alt.Cesar X Mark (PLATONIC)

Requested by ineedrobojesus24 on AO3, I gained back the motivation to write, my creative juices are flowing now yeahhhh

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"Alternate Z, you are aware you are a defective. Am I correct."

Alternate Cesar nodded, solemnly bowing down to his creator, his Lord, Lucifer of the King. He was majestic and imposing, with long white robes that trailed down to his bare feet. He had his hands clasped together into the form of a prayer, making him seemingly have a holy façade.

But underneath the beautiful face was the truth hidden behind with his lies and deceit. He was a cruel and cold ruler, and his words were always delivered right and just. He was known for his brutality towards failures and defects towards alternates and finding sadistic pleasure in the tortures he inflicted on his own creations.

And alternate Cesar was a defective.

Why...?

Why is this happening to him...?

What started all of this downfall..?

The alternate was just trying to do his job...

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He remembered after killing a female victim he heard a knock on the door. He adjusted his white shirt as he opened the door to find the infamous right hand henchman, Lucifer's personal favorite. He wore long trailing black robes that covered his whole form, and had a black poncho on with hood over his pale face. Stanley was known to be a very rude bastard to those who he saw was inferior than he, which is many. Alternate Cesar was one of the very few who Stanley actually respected, which he took pride in himself for.

But he was still the rude bastard everyone spoke of, because as soon as alternate Cesar opened the door for him Stanley barged right in, as if he owned this house. (Well, to be fair, this house was not alternate Cesar's either.) He went to the kitchen and slumped down on a stool, and with his telekinesis pulled out a canned beer from the fridge, and tossed the letter on the counter.

"Here's a letter from our True Savior himself." He said grumpily, then his eyes glinted in curiosity. He leaned forward towards the alternate, who approached the envelope and took it gingerly in his hands. As alternate Cesar opened the letter and took out the contents inside, Stanley stared at the alternate, curious. He may be a bastard, but he had a strong sense of curiosity too. "So? What's inside, hmm?"

The alternate scanned through the words handwritten on this page, before letting out a sigh and putting the pages in the counter. Stanley popped open a beer and drank a few gulps before he looked at alternate Cesar, annoyed. "Tell me. What does it say?"

"I think you should take a look at it yourself," the alternate replied, kind of pissed off. Stanley took the papers and read it, his eyes flickering over every word, every letter. He then grinned.

"The fact that you can't read cursive yet amuses me greatly."

"Please do not remind me." He had his face in one hand, pinching his nose bridge in stress. "And so what if I cannot read cursive? I have seen other human mortals who couldn't read cursive, let alone their own handwriting."

"Well, you know how our Lord always writes in cursive. What if I did not stick around? Then I wouldn't have read this letter for you and thus you could have been erased my our King Lucifer himself. You're welcome."

That stupid smug smile on the unknown man's face. "Ugh... thank you," the alternate said begrudgingly.

Stanley laughed. "Well, want me to read it out loud to you?"