La muerte y la sangre eran pan de cada día para el joven de cabellos grises. Jamás presentó una objeción o algún indicio de no poder lograr su encomendado como verdugo, hasta que un cálido muchacho se presentó ante él.

- 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘈𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘱; 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘴...

Idk 😟my first time writing 😟

Aesop wants to free Victor from his suffering, but starts having second thoughts. the rest of the chaps are on ao3 sorry

Cover Credits - @steelforgedbond on Twitter!! Yea- I deleted the other Vicsop story because idk how tf to create story's- so I'd might as well make mini scenes of them <3 Also I'll accept a bit of request throughout the story! And if you dislike Vicsop/Aesvic, please don't leave hate here. I mainly made this for the people who ship it as well as making it as a comfort for me to read when I want to. If you dont like the ship then just go read other amazing stories out there!! ^^ Finally, if there is any content that triggers you that you want to be warned about in upcoming stories, please let me know by putting down a comment on the first part of the chapters!! <3

Now that he's here, someone can finally understand me. I finally have a reason to live. Because if him... I learnt what the word 'love' is. Victor Grantz... I love you. -Aesop Carl

Aesop finally finds his perfect, missing piece, but nothing seems to go his way.