Days turned into nights with an alarming sameness for Y/N in their gilded prison. Ramshackle Dorm's eerie quiet was replaced by the heavy, watchful silence of Diasomnia. Every shadow seemed alive, every flicker of green flame in the sconces a reminder of the power that kept them confined.
At first, Y/N fought back at every opportunity. They yelled, demanded, and pleaded with the four captors who insisted this was for their protection. But no amount of words or struggle seemed to sway Malleus, Lilia, Silver, or Sebek. If anything, their resistance only seemed to strengthen their captors' resolve.
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Malleus was the first to impose his presence, always looming like a stormcloud. He would visit Y/N in their room, sitting by the window and gazing at them with an intensity that made it hard to breathe.
"I understand that you're upset," he would say, his deep voice calm yet unwavering. "But one day, you will thank us. The world outside is dangerous, filled with those who would seek to harm or exploit you. Here, you are safe."
"Safe?" Y/N snapped one evening, their fists clenched in frustration. "You call this safety?!You've taken my freedom! How is this any better than the danger outside?"
Malleus's expression softened, but his emerald eyes burned with an otherworldly light. "Because you are ours, Child of Man. We will protect you with our lives. Can you not see the love in that?"
It was that word—love—that chilled Y/N the most.
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Lilia, ever the trickster, took a different approach. He flitted in and out of Y/N's room like a shadow, always smiling, always watching.
"Oh, my dear Prefect," he would coo, his voice dripping with a sweetness that felt more like poison. "You've been so tense lately. Why not relax? Let me take care of everything."
"Take care of me?" Y/N scoffed. "You mean control me. Don't pretend this is anything else."
Lilia chuckled, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement. "Control is such a harsh word, don't you think? I prefer to call it... guidance. After all, we only want what's best for you."
His words were laced with a lightheartedness that made Y/N's skin crawl. Lilia's charm was disarming, but it was clear he was as committed to this twisted "protection" as the others.
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Sebek's intensity was suffocating in a different way. He was always nearby, his sharp voice cutting through any attempt at argument.
"You should be grateful!" he barked one afternoon when Y/N tried to slip past him and out of the room. "Lord Malleus has graced you with his care, and yet you persist in this childish defiance! Do you not understand the honor you've been given?"
"Honor?" Y/N spat. "You mean being locked up like a prisoner? Forgive me if I don't feel honored."
Sebek's face twisted with anger, but before he could respond, Silver intervened, placing a calming hand on his shoulder.
"Enough, Sebek," Silver said softly, though his voice carried a quiet authority. "Yelling won't help."
Sebek huffed but stepped aside, his loyalty to Silver and Malleus outweighing his need to argue.
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Silver was the only one who showed even a hint of doubt. He was often quiet, his silver hair gleaming faintly in the dim light as he watched Y/N with an expression that bordered on sorrowful.
One evening, as Y/N sat by the window staring at the magically sealed grounds, Silver approached cautiously.
"You're unhappy," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
