Or what happens when Pet 'ran' away without a trace one day.
ASIREL's POV
"Are you sure that these tactics will give us more profit?"
"Surely, the losses will be big. I beg to disagree."
"Perhaps we should do this instead.."
"I highly doubt the effectiveness of the.."
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Flashbacks of the meeting drilled a headache down into my brain.
It's another one of those days where the court just keeps toeing their feet out of line. If I snap back, they appease me with their façade of docileness.
Even with all the power and reputation in my grasp, the fact that I am younger than most of those greedy, old zealots mean that I am lower than them. At least, that is what they believe.
Sigh.
If I crack at the smallest slight against me, it'll be a big damage to my invincible, shiny image.
Asirel.
The most powerful man with powerful connections all over the world. I scoffed to myself. The throne is a lonely place for the Almighty.
Creakkk.
The door opens to my favorite chamber as of late; the room that belongs to my favored Pet.
At this time of the evening, they're usually up and about. Either playing with knives and darts, reading, or simply exploring the room in their idle time. I have not allowed them to come out ever since that fiasco where they tried to use my personal lessons on others. Not that I left that fool gloating over having stolen what was mine — they won't be able to bring mortal possessions in whatever position they are in right now.
What greets me, however, is an empty, silent room devoid of light from the chandeliers hanging above. There's knives scattered on the floor, splattered with what looked like blood. A soft breeze runs past me, so I turn my head towards the window. It has been broken—whether it has been broken in or out however, I do not know.
It's a moonlit night. Its rays illuminated the room dimly, yet with enough light to identify whatever it is on the ground. Several bodies, probably dead, all scattered unceremoniously against the walls in various directions.
"What games are you playing, Pet?", I mutter to myself, exasperated yet also intrigued. This is surely not the first time this has happened.
My Pet has gone to feed, perhaps. Unsated by these.. lucky fools. I think. They always return to me.
Suddenly, the waft of air brings something that smells strangely familiar. The scent.
It brings back the smell of rusty cages, bleek-looking faces, and a rot of something that has never seen the light for ages—during the first time that I have met them.
It's the faint scent of inhibitors.
I turned the lights on.
The bodies in the dark now have faces on them. Seeing such a mess in this room has never been surprising. Pet always feeds as if they have been starved. Like a feral beast without a leash. What shocks me is the fact that the men, albeit beaten up and bruised, appear to be alive.
I knelt down, putting two fingers on one of the men's neck and, indeed, there's a pulse. These men have fought, that's obvious enough. To think that they were toyed by my Pet is a huge possibility, yet something compels me to think that something is definitely, definitely, wrong.
With haste, I grabbed my phone. Calling one of my attendants to check on the CCTVs all over the place. My hands, which were once burning with annoyance and anger from earlier, felt cold as ice.
"Check every footage. Every nook and cranny.", My voice was deep, commanding. Somehow, it sounded shaky against the static. "My Pet is somewhere in this vicinity. Rally my men and find them." I grit my teeth as I put the phone down.
This isn't the first time that you've disappeared. It's not the first time that you have escaped from my grasp, only to be dragged back again.
But this.. this is the first time my heart has beaten this fast.
Good afternoon Saku! I hope you’re healthy and well:)
I want to ask: Who do you think would be the worst at comforting someone? (Whether that be due to inexperience, awkwardness and so on). Pretty much all of your characters are comforting to me (except Ceyvk, he scares me), so I am very curious on your opinion:D
Very likely Asirel. He's not the type to comfort anyone but his immediate family, and even then he doesn't really offer words of consolation.
you were supposed to protect him. you were supposed to keep him safe that was the deal. so what happened? why is your master spitting up blood in your arms? why are you having a hard time controlling yourself?
the scene is absolute carnage, there’s blood everywhere. it paints the room along with your hands and face. the moment asirel was hurt you felt something snap in you and you attacked, leaving no one breathing but the two of you.
you know that you have to keep pressure on the wound. that’s what humans would do when you pause after biting them, they would place their hand over the bloody area and try to stop the bleeding. you have no idea if it actual helps cause you never let them live for you to see how effective it was.
“pet you need to calm yourself.” asirel says through a pained voice. “easy up on the pressure, you’re stronger than a human.”
you carefully reduce the pressure your putting on the wound while still trying to keep a normal amount of it.
your ears are ringing and your vision is going blurry, you’re losing control and you know it. the smells of your master’s blood is overwhelming you. you shake your head to try and regain your senses and it does little to help you. asirel beings to notice your internal struggle even in his weakened state.
“pet?”
your breathing is heavy and you try to focus on one thing at once. everything becomes clear just for a second and the only thought that matters breaks through all the noise.
safety.
you need to get him to safety.
“i need to get you help a-and away from me.” your voice breaks and does not sound comforting unfortunately.
ignoring how scared you sound for him you quickly pick him up gently and start running to what you call home. once you arrive you quickly hand asirel over to someone that could actually help him and you watch him be carried away.
he calls for you but you do not follow. instead you turn away and get as far away from him as you can, scared that you’ll be unable to control yourself if you stay close to him.
the room given to you is dark and empty as you walk in and sit at the foot of the your bed that is rarely used for sleep. you brain feels as though it is buzzing, your thoughts are loud and dark. you try out those silly breathing techniques you’ve seen humans do to try and slow their heart rate, it helps but only a little. you look down at the now dried blood on your hands and decide it’s best if you shower, hoping that the water will wash away the stains and calm you.
the warm water rinses the blood off your cold skin and turns the ground a sickening red color. you feel calm, your head is no longer clouded and you’re in control again which is a huge relief for you. you know once you get out of this temporary chamber of relief you’ll have to go see asirel. you need to know if he’s okay.
before you even have the chance to rethink your decision as you walk out of the bathroom, you come face to face with asirel himself. he sits on the made bed, blood seeping through his fresh bandages.
“pet.” he says in a stern tone that sends a shiver down your spine.
“i brought you fresh clothes, change into them.”
you quickly do as your told and change into the clothes in front of him. after you’ve finished changing you stand before him with your head down, not daring to make eye contact. the room is deadly quiet before he finally speaks up again.
“pet..” his voice is soft, it catches you off guard. tears well in your eyes as you collapse to your knees and begin to beg for forgiveness in your failure to protect him.
“enough groveling. i am fine, you are not in trouble my pet.”
a wave of relief washes over you. asirel cups your cheek with his free hand, stroking your cheek and providing you with temporary comfort before taking it away.
“you’ll do better next time.”
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it’s so hard to write for asirel and pet’s relationship cause we don’t know much about it, so i gave it my best shot.
Everyone's listing their favourite Sakuverse characters lmao so I'll join 👏
1) Zaros Kymen Atha'lin (that full name just rolls off the tongue, and legolas-lookin ass design makes me nostalgic for classic fantasy novels like Eragon and Lord of the Rings)
2) Elias (yes, I was that wattpad kid when I was younger, and mafia aus are still pristine)
3) Isaac Rhoades (as someone with like a crippling fear of losing people, my boi is relatable and deserves the absolute world)
4) Andrew Marston (he was the first sakuverse character that I listened to, as a joke at first — noh, it is not a joke anymore)
5) Jonah (Jonah is me. Me is Jonah.)
6) Xanthus (the bond is such an intricate plot point, and Jouska's vamp boi led me to liking vampires)
7) Niall (give this man a job at the Tate Art Gallery, please)
8) Kayson (two best friends in a locker. They might kiss (yes, yes they will))
9) Dontis (tbh I love this guy's story and personality, but the only reason he's this low on the list is because the accent is personally not my cup of tea, no offense to saku, ofc ^^)
10) Asirel (the story behind his character is really cool, and I'm already intrigued from the bits of info we got in Isaac's story — I'm just not a fan of the Master & Pet vibes)
11) Cevyk (I really liked this guy until he started flaying Iqsus's skin—)
Asirel, while being the kindest human you had encountered in a while, certainly was not the nicest. He was cold, calculating and gave you the impression that — despite saying otherwise — he wanted to earn your trust and good grace only to exploit you further down the road.
In his line of business, the selfishness he exuded certainly came in handy. At least, that was what you assumed based on the cryptic allusions he had made about it. It had not been easy to understand what your new occupation for him would entail since he was adamant about evading all your questions about himself, his life, and his work.
You accepted without hesitation regardless, jumping at the prospect of getting out of the chains digging into your skin, shackling you to the wall, and escaping the underground cell you had been placed in. There had been so little stimuli for your heightened senses during your time of captivity that with every passing day, it felt more and more like you were losing your mind, another piece of you chiseled away by the darkness and loneliness and quiet.
It was different with Asirel.
The mansion you were staying in was large and, despite Asirel’s obvious trust issues, had various people rushing in and out throughout the day. Not that you minded the commotion they caused. On the contrary, the sound of them going about their work made you feel calm. The smell they brought with them, their occasional touch when they brushed you in the hallway, made you slowly leave the rotten cage behind, which had shackled you for so long, and start feeling alive again.
Due to Asirel being so closed off, however, he did not exactly specify what you could and couldn’t do now that you were officially his, well, pet, and you did not want to risk upsetting him so soon into your collaboration.
What he had asked of you was not difficult to achieve, honestly. Watching over him, protecting him from some humans that might want to one-up him sometime in the future: no problem at all. You could snap all his assailants like a twig. Asirel was perfectly safe with you.
Standing in the kitchen now, the cook behind the kitchen aisle happily chatting to you about their two cats while slicing bread, the thought hit you that this was the happiest you had been in a long while.
You had your own room, which you could leave at your own volition to roam around the house and interact with people who, surprisingly, did not treat you like a monster or some creature to be afraid of. Of course, there was the occasional employee who would duck their head and find the most absurd excuse to leave the room when you entered, but they were oddly rare. Most of the staff, especially the cook, seemed mildly intrigued by you, treating you as just another part of their uncommon lives.
It was all rather charming, if not for a very substantial issue you did not know how to raise with Asirel: he had not let you feed in what felt like ages.
Vampires did not need to feed as often as humans did, so much was true, but at least once a week would be nice. Once every two weeks would also be acceptable if Asirel could only arrange for that much, but it had been a month since he had taken you in and ever since giving you his blood while you were still in your cell, shackled to the wall, he had not opened his veins again for you. That was a considerable time to go without fresh blood, and you had started to feel light-headed, occasionally having a spike of agony rise deep within you at being starved. Again.
You had been given next to nothing to eat during your captivity as a way to keep you weak and pliable for your capturers, but now, being tasked with protecting someone, you bitterly wondered how exactly you were supposed to do that efficiently and to the best of your abilities if Asirel did not give you enough to eat to restore your full potential.
A part of you wondered if he was doing it on purpose, keeping you weak because he did not trust you. Maybe he was afraid of what you would do, of what you could do if you wished, both to him and all the people in his care. But that would be unreasonable. Why get you in the first place, then? What use was a weak vampire? How would they protect him, when they themself were a potential threat if they lost their senses from sheer hunger?
More probable was the thought that Asirel simply did not know better. Of course, he had seemingly dealt with vampires and other beings for a long time during his career, but that did not mean he knew their requirements regarding the quantity of food they needed.
You had wanted to bring it up, but the unreasonable part of yourself — the mistrustful one — held onto the thought that he knew exactly what he was doing, and did not want you to feed for whatever reason. To keep you weak. To test you and find out how far he could push you until you caved.
You did not dare to ask him for blood he would not give of his own accord, which left you here, leaning against the wall of the kitchen and trying to follow along to Tay’s words as best as you could to distract you from the hunger eating you up from the inside.
“I know you’ve probably seen a lot of places,” they said, drying the salad leaves, “and I envy you for that. I’ve always wanted to go to Europe. Just imagine the beaches of the Mediterranean. Or the fog slowly creeping around the trees of the German Schwarzwald!”
“Why have you never gone, then?” you asked, eyeing the half-finished sandwich with disdain, “I’ve got some connections, I believe. If you want, I could inquire about the best places to visit.”
Tay blushed, stuttering out a quick thank you before declining the offer. “I mean, this job pays very well. That’s not the issue. I’m just thinking about going on this trip when I get married, like on a honeymoon,” they said, breaking into a beaming grin that would outshine the sun, “but I don’t think my fianceé’s ready yet. I’ll just wait. The Schwarzwald is not going anywhere. Besides, I have the two fur balls to look over, and I— damn!”
The scent of blood hit you an instant before Tay’s hiss of pain did. You inhaled sharply, mouth-watering, and muscles seizing at the acute reminder that food was within your grasp if you only dared to reach for it.
Mistaking your intake of breath for a gasp of worry, Tay reassured you quickly, cleaning their bleeding finger under the faucet before wrapping it in a tissue, “I’m fine really. I was distracted by the trees and my knife slipped. Nothing to worry about, I assure you.”
They turned around, shooting you a smile meant to be comforting, oblivious to your predicament. Distantly, you thought that they must have forgotten that you were a vampire, or they trusted you so much not to be afraid to bleed near you since they assumed you had yourself under complete control. You were not sure which of those answers made your heart ache more.
The feeling of hunger was only increasing, and no matter how much you tried to distract yourself by pushing your back further against the wall, you could feel the tread of your control slowly wearing down. You would snap any moment now. “Leave,” you bit out through gritted teeth, the confused tilt of Tay’s head only furthering your irritation, “Leave the room. I’m serious.”
“But I—” they began hesitantly, looking at you with wide eyes that shone with something akin to hurt, “I have not finished my work yet.”
You could no longer contain yourself, rushing towards them with unnatural speed. The smell of blood was all you could focus on, and it was so close you could almost taste the liquid in your mouth. It did not matter that it was Tay bleeding; the person who had opened up to you immediately and tried their hardest to make you feel comfortable in your new environment. It did not matter because the prospect of feeding after being denied for so long was just so intoxicating that it numbed your mind, letting your primal instincts take over.
“And pet,” Asirel had said after giving you a short tour of the house and introducing you to those under his care who worked in it regularly, “if you hurt any one of my employees, I’ll stick you back in a cage you will never get out of. Do I make myself clear?”
You braced yourself against the kitchen aisle at the last instant, gripping it with strength so crushing you wondered why it did not splinter under your hands. Tay had taken a hurried step back, their back hitting the counter and their hands raised as if trying to fend you off.
“Leave!” you growled again, closing your eyes to focus on your breathing and drown out the sound of the erratic heartbeat — pumping fresh, delicious blood in abundance — on the other side of the room.
“What is going on here?” Asirel’s sharp voice cut through the haze in your mind, the thought of blood momentarily forgotten as a sense of dread overcame you. “What did you do?” he hissed angrily, moving to stand beside you as if waiting, daring you to move and attack.
You looked up to Tay, who was still standing as far away from you as they could, frozen in shock and fear. Their wide eyes and rigid posture made your heart break. ‘A monster,’ you could see it reflected in their gaze on you, ‘I was befriending a monster.’
“I—” your voice caught on the first syllable.
“It’s my fault, really,” Tay said quietly, a forced smile appearing on their face, “I was careless, cutting myself in the kitchen. They just—”
Asirel raised a hand, making them fall silent. “I told you to behave,” he said, his tone of voice turning his words into a threat.
It made you bristle. Still refusing to look at him, you kept your gaze on the sandwich on the counter. The image of food reminded you of the pain cursing through you, the pain he was responsible for. The rage suddenly twisting sharply inside you forced you to take a steadying breath. “It would be easier to behave,” you snapped with as much venom as you could muster, “if you were not starving me!”
A part of you had expected Asirel to laugh at that, perhaps to mock you about how easy you were to break — at how pathetic it was that you were not brave enough to take what you needed for yourself — but he did not. The suffocating silence engulfing the room instead made your skin crawl with anticipation and uncertainty.
Clearing his throat, Asirel began to speak. “Tay,” he said calmly, but you could hear the underlying tremor in his voice, “Leave. Take a break, it’s alright.”
For a moment, it looked like they wanted to protest or say something, but a single look from Asirel made them swallow their words. They ducked their head and exited the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone together.
“I did not mean to snap at you,” you apologized in a whisper, but Asirel was not paying you any attention. He was busy removing his suit jacket and rolling up his left sleeve. You glanced at him, a frown on your face. “What are you doing?”
Asirel chuckled humorlessly. “What, you tell me I am starving you and expect me to just move on from that? I know you haven’t known me long, but I would have thought that you at least had some vague idea about the person I am. Now come on” — he held his arm out towards you — “drink. I know you want to, pet. You need to.”
He was right. But the overwhelming need to feed was exactly why you were hesitant to do so. You did not know how far you would go once you tasted blood, and you did not want to risk draining Asirel. “I—” you stuttered, as he kept looking at you expectantly, “I’m afraid I won’t stop.”
“I trust you,” he said without hesitation, “Come on now, I can see you’re fighting to restrain yourself. Give in, it’s alright.” Asirel stepped closer to you, making you fight the urge to take a step back. His heartbeat was even louder now, drowning out everything else. “I give you permission.”
Your resolve broke. Slowly at first, you began feeding, but the sweet taste of his blood in your mouth made you crave more and more. It had been so long that you could not help yourself now, finally allowed to satiate your hunger.
The soft grunts and hisses from Asirel barely registered as you continued, oblivious to everything but the satisfaction of finding relief. “Right,” he said hoarsely, “That’s enough for now.” You did not stop, too caught up in the bliss to notice his words. “Pet?” Asirel brought his free hand up to tread through your hair, pulling slightly to get you to release his arm.
With a herculean effort, you let go of him. “Pardon,” you mumbled, licking your lips to savor every last drop of his blood. Admittedly, you felt a lot better. The pain tearing at you had subsided, and you could feel renewed energy flowing through you.
When you looked back at Asirel, you found him leaning heavily against the counter, trying to catch his breath. He looked pale. A thin layer of sweat had appeared on his forehead and his hands shook as he tried to loosen his tie. “I just need a moment,” he said weakly, and you could see him swaying where he stood. “Just a moment, and then you can keep—”
You pulled up a chair from the kitchen table, grabbing his arm to keep him from falling as you helped him sit down. “Did I take too much?” you asked, narrowing your eyes as you undid his tie and opened the first button of his dress shirt. With quick steps, you walked around the kitchen aisle and grabbed the sandwich Tay prepared, bringing it to Asirel.
“No, not at all,” he answered quickly, eyeing the food. “I have just had something to eat. I’m fine.”
You kneeled, catching his gaze. “Asirel, I need you to be honest with me on this, please,” you said firmly, and the seriousness and gravity of your voice made him pause, “Did I take too much?” The burning intensity of your eyes entranced and confused him in equal measures, making him forget that you had not called him by his preferred title.
He considered your question for a moment, holding eye contact. “No,” he said with confidence, “You did not. It was fine, pet. Don’t worry.”
His response made you breathe a quiet sigh of relief. “Good,” you whispered to yourself. Asirel’s fingers running slowly through your hair brought you back to the present, raising your eyes to look at his somber expression. “Eat, please. You need the energy after the blood I took from you.”
“Why didn’t you say something?” he asked instead, continuing to play with your hair. You looked away, unable to meet his piercing gaze, but he stopped you, tilting your chin up with the fingers of his free hand. “Don’t look away from me, pet. Why did you not tell me you were suffering?”
“It was not a priority,” you said quietly, “and you seemed to be versed enough with vampires that I assumed you knew what you were doing, so what use was there in reminding you?”
For a moment, Asirel’s gaze softened. His expression turned from his usual mask of being entirely in control of a situation into one of anguish and guilt. He opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it. He exhaled slowly, and the hard look in his eyes returned a moment later. “From now on, tell me,” he said, taking a bite of the sandwich, “I can help.”
I've seen a couple of these on my feed and thought I'd give it a try :))
- Zaros
I honestly don't know how he made his way to the top. When he was first let out of saku's basement, I raved about how much of an asshole he is and that I'd never like him but uhhh that didn’t quite age well did it?🤡 I also LOVEEEEEE fantasy settings so he definitely has my attention there.
- Andrew
Would've been number 1 if it wasn't for that menace of a man (seriously help me) Andrew was the first character I was introduced to and I love him too damn much. Forbidden romance always had me running laps and the way this man speaks AGHEHWJEJWJKSWKKWKSKW ACCENT>>>
- Xanthus
He's a vampire and I. LOVE. VAMPIRES. (No, I have not seen Twilight tho) Like come over here and take all my blood idc (I have iron deficiency💀) But on a serious note Xanthus is such a cool character and his story is a genius concept! Can't wait to see him beat Audric's ass🙏
- Isaac
Pookie wookie Isaac! I loved the slowburn of his story and I really enjoyed his chatacter development. He's so thoughtful and sweet too🥹 Deserves all the kisses!
- Jonah
As everyone has been saying GAMER BOY GAMER BOY GAMER BOY GAMER BOY +he gives me huge malewife energy! Need I say more?
- Elias
Another gamer boy, only partially but it counts! I especially enjoyed when he forced batista to call him pretty😭 like yes baby you are pretty DEMAND TO BE CALLED A PRETTY BOY! I also loveee his ear piercings! He's one of the reasons I got some myself🤭
- Kayson
Oh I love this idiot, he's another character that gives me malewife vibes. He's so supportive and sweet! Everyone deserves a Kayson in their life!
- Dontis
I didn't expect him to be this far down on my list😭 Dontis is quite the character. He's unique and I definitely feel his charm radiating through my screen. (He better make it out alive or I'm going to start a war) Oh and also accent>>> (Can you tell I'm a sucker for accents?)
- Rowan
GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOY. He's so damn sweet and I can't wait to see how his story progresses!
- Asirel
I spell this man's name wrong on a regular (Azirel/ Asriel) so if you've seen that look the other way pookie.
His motives and his relationship with pet is interesting and I wanna see what happens next!
- Cevyk
Just a silly, goofy guy (not really) The skin peeling caught me off guard but I think its very creative. I mean he's a demon what were we expecting when we sold our soul😭 This is another story I can't wait to see develop in the future!
- Alex
No. Absolutely not🧍♀️ I loved him at first but god that whole argument to break-up segment really freaking hurt me. So now his dumbass at the bottom
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Tried to watch Luca vids but his voice reminds me of someone I used to know😭 I got war flashbacks and quit💀 but he seems like a cutie patootie!
1Anyone who doesn't like andrew I immediately don't trust
2 no one gets asirel like I do , besides andrew, dontis and xanthus he's my fav , he's probably fighting andrew for number 2 rn. I could infact talk about him all day I'm sorry I love him
Hey again! I actually wanted to ask this for a long time bcs I sincerely don't know what the fandom is talking about, and I really wanna know the other aspects of your stories!
I wanted to know when/in what point was a "Yandere Boy" mentioned in your series? Is it a separate character from a particular series, or does he participate in an already existing series?
And about Asirel, is there a moment where he shows up besides in his own audio(and I hope is a recurring series)? If so, when?
I really wanna get in depth of these characters and their appearances, so maybe point out where these particular two show up?? Thank you -^^-)❤️
Yandere Boy was a character on my channel who existed in 2020 between September and November. He was my first experimentation with having multiple episodes for one character, but I didn't like how it was progressing and subsequently cancelled his story. As there were people who wondered where he went, I decided to retcon him into Xanthus' storyline as being the person who stalked Love. And then, Xanthus killed him which meant a firm end to Yandere Boy and his story.
Asirel also existed on my channel in 2020, with one episode in July and the other in November. However, due to the story I was creating for him and his Listener, I decided to take him off the channel until I could find a suitable way to bring him back. Before December 2023, he solely existed on Patreon, but does make an appearance in Isaac's story (by name and voice):
Episode 4 (The introduction of Vic)
Episode 6 (Asirel assigning Isaac to investigate the murder of Callum Harris)
Episode 7 (Asirel's involvement with Isaac's grandfather)
Episode 8 (Asirel's call to Isaac revealing Vic's death)
Episode 11 (Asirel and Isaac's conversation during Vic's funeral)
HEY!! this design is clearly different from his canon design (mostly because its from a reference) cus i’m not quite fond of it 😔😔😔 i’d still smash tho