SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me?

THIS IS OUR 80TH POST

TWO MONTHS

75 INDIVIDUAL SONGS.

5 A/NS.

 1 GIANT NON-MUSICALS POST.

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Grian toyed with his feathers, eyes trailing around the dark cell he's called home for quite a while now.

His whole world, at the moment, has an absence of color- seemingly, it was drained slowly, like the blood of a dying animal.

That's a great metaphor, Grian supposes. Especially considering, just a few months ago, he'd have been helping drain that blood for some satanistic ritual. Back then, Grian was a priest in training- the best job, the best part of the hierarchy of this god damned cult. 

Of course, Grian had to try & escape! What a disgrace! And that ended with him being imprisoned, forced to sit in the small cell and watch guards walk by everyday.

Unfortunately, his existence can't just be simple, because the familiar click of his mother's high-heels on the concrete floor is approaching his prison. Great!!

" Xelqua."

(stArT nOw)

Grian smiles up at her, with her black hair & stupid mask. Naturally, she wasn't even black-haired! She dyed it! Bullshit!

" Xenya! How's it going upstairs, quite the look!"

Xenya doesn't see this as funny, instead opening the door of the cell and grabbing her son's arm. It's harsh, not the touch one would expect in a parental relationship. Grian is pulled out of the cell, his wings flaring to catch his balance.

" Well, where are we going?"

Xenya gave him a very malicious grin, partially opening her own wings. That's concerning!

" Xeyla, the Great One, calls for you. I don't know why, but she does."

Oh.

Oh.

Shit.

Xeyla was the Watcher's Guild's god. The one that ruled over the afterlife. The one that enjoyed constant sacrifice- including human.

Grian swallowed, trying to escape his mother's grip. It's futile, there are tons of guards around. His heart is beating faster as they get closer to the hailed Eye, Watcher's Guild's version of a cross. Grian can already see the large, purple-ink circle drawn around the floor, with people prepping important pieces of a ceremony.

Oh, he was screwed- this, this was the end of his life. Fuck. Fuckity, fuck fuck.

Xenya shoved him into the center of the circle, where he stumbled before partially sitting. Grian couldn't really stop the panic attack that was definitely coming, sneaking up on him like a panther.

He couldn't breathe, he couldn't breath- sirens. Loud, harsh sirens, the type that was for when shit was going south really quickly. Xenya swears loudly, gesturing for everyone to hurry the fuck up with the ritual. Grian watched with wide-eyes, before someone in a fucking bullet-proof vest bursts into the room.

" ALRIGHT CULT MOTHERFUCKERS, ON THE GROUND."

" Sir, your mistaken-"

" Ma'm, we have the videos- we know everything. Your little operation is over."

No, no way.

Right when Grian was supposed to die, he was saved.

For once, luck is on his side.