The Ballad of Deceit (YANDERE entity x reader)

The Legends

"There are four Legends and they are the most powerful beings on this earth-"

"No, pigeon! Start from the beginning!"

"I did-"

"The BEGINNING beginning, pigeon. I didn't know you had such a bird brain.." she rolled her eyes, I tensed my jaw and fought the urge to punch her. "Okay." I said, took a breath.

"Once there was an average woman, who lived in the heart of Rosemary Cove-"

"What was her name?"

"Angel. Now could you not cut-"

"Last name?"

"No one knows." Elsie laughed. "Of course they do." I tilted my head. "Well, of course you don't know." She added. "Human's never do." I just nodded in annoyance before continuing since I figured she wouldn't tell me anyway.

"Well, this woman was nothing sacred or special. But suddenly, she had a prophecy-four to be exact. And they came to her in dreams-four dreams-once a night for four nights. These dreams were the birthplaces of The Legends-stories of Karma and pain that take on iconoclastic human forms."
I glanced at Elsie. She just stared intently-or maybe she was bored. I had no way of knowing.

"The first night she dreamt of a man, he was clad in golden armor and carried around a thick, murderous sword. He was a great warrior-the greatest warrior that ever lived to be clear."

"And what happened to him." Elsie grinned as if the next part was the happy ending. It wasn't.

"He grew restless to the point that he yearned for battle. One day he took on an entire army and both of his eyes were slashed in the process. He got too cocky, too sure of himself and it cost him his eyes." I eyed Elsie and continued before she could cut in. "But his eyes weren't cut out or stabbed to no repair...no, they glossed over with a thick, impenetrable layer of ice-cerulean blue glass the glimmered with desire." Elise practically clapped, "And what is his karma?" I sighed. "Anyone who looks in his eyes kills themselves on the spot. His heart longs for someone to stare at him as more than just a weapon-as someone they care for and hold dear. He will forever regret his past mistakes of violence and regret the fact that he ever craved it. But, now he can never be seen as any more or less no matter how much he strives for it-no matter how many lives he ends in the process."

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Elsie sighed, looked up. "The Knight of the Blind." I stated. "It's tragic."

She turned to me and grinned a wide grin. "It's not him though." She granted me her full attention once again. "Continue. Onto the next one, squirrel."

"Okay," I practically muttered, took a breath and racked my brain for a moment. I almost let out an "ah" when I remembered the second Legend in full.

"The second night, Angel saw a woman. She had beautiful, long and coiling black hair and bright, sapphire green eyes. Her skin was rich and dark, her face was sharp and alluring. All her life, she could enchant whoever she wanted with a touch-"

"But one day~" Elsie sang in anticipation.

"Right, one day she went for the Emperor. He was so completely mesmerized by her beauty and allure that he practically gifted her the entire kingdom. But, then, she began to love him. And when she loved, she loved deeply and entirely. But, with her love came a price. And that price corrupted her enchantment and caused all of the wonderful emotions she brewed in people to switch entirely. Her husband, the emperor, suddenly despised her so much that he stabbed her in the heart, causing it to shatter,"

I glanced at Elsie who was just smiling and nodding in contentment,

"He threw her out in the cold and completely exiled her from the kingdom. The dagger remains lodged in her heart, and now anyone she touches will be plagued with such extreme sorrow that they'll never bring themself to love again. So, no matter how much she longs for a love like that of the Emperor's, she can never have it for the rest of her eternal life."

"The Empress of Broken Hearts." Elsie wiped fake tears, "such a touching story."

"That's one word for it."

"But, it's not her either. Keep it going, pet."

"Your nicknames are growing increasingly more demeaning, you know that?"

"Continue please," Elsie rolled her eyes, "I couldn't care less about your futile human emotions."

I sighed and continued monotonously.
"On the third night, Angel barely brought herself to sleep, but when she did, she dreamt of a frail boy this time. He cried and cried since the day he was born. His sorrow knew no bounds. You see, he could feel the deep rooted pain of everyone around him and couldn't bear to keep his eyes dry."

Elsie grinned now, tapped her foot impatiently waiting for the next part.

"But, despite his cries, he craved other people's tears. First he started by eating his mother's and soon enough he devoured every drop of sorrow around him from everyone around him. But, with his appetite comes a cost. Whoever's tears he consumes will never cry again. They will be utterly incapable of deep emotions. Deep sadness or being overly joyful were no longer possible and these people lived as emptiness in a shell of human skin."

Elsie thrummed her hands on the seat, feeling nothing too special about the story,

"When he realized what he had done, he fled his home to hide away in the mountains where he cried and cried and cried for years. Now, it is said that people come to him to eat away their unbearable sorrow and pain....only to leave feeling nothing at all-for the rest of their lives."

"And what is his name?" Elsie asked, her chin in her hand. I almost grinned, he had to be the Legend who freed her. "The Grief." I said. "A befitting name since he'll forever grieve in everyone else's place."

Elsie grinned, released a small "hmm". She lowered her lids. "Quite and intriguing one, but not the right one."

"But there's only one...left." My eyes grew wide in realization. But, just then the carriage stopped, the wheels were embedded in thick snow.

"You don't mean...." I looked out the window frantically at the charred castle in front of me. Stained streaks of fire painted the burnt walls, not close to hidden by the shadows of the clusters of trees that surrounded it. "It can't be..."

"Oh, it is." Elsie smiled. "Come on, he's waiting for you."

My legs began to move on their own, but maybe it was because of how roughly Elsie yanked me from the carriage. There I saw the front gate swing open by some unknown force.

And there he was. Just as the Legend foretold

His crimson hair curled and waved in the wind, his eyes were two swirling galaxies that burned into your soul, his skin was fair and stained with the glow of moonlight, he was tall and graceful and he was utterly and entirely beautiful.

He was more perfect than anyone could have possibly imagined he'd be. I almost fell to my knees at the sight. "I'm assuming he needs no introduction." Elsie leaned to my ear as I stared at the man-no, entity-with a beautiful gold mask that covered his lower features. Oh how it urged me to rip it off.

"K-king of Deceit." I practically bowed at the sight of him.

It was undoubtably him. The worst of all The Legends.