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Fanfiction: Wild Lands (Divilethion)
This is one of the most ludicrously obscure fandoms I've ever written for, and it has some stiff competition. Please enjoy this fic for a tiny indie visual novel that is no longer officially available to play anywhere.
I have no idea whether anyone else wanted this to exist, but I wanted it to exist, and sometimes that's enough.
Title: Wild Lands
Fandom: Divilethion
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2,300
Summary: On their first night on the run, Divilethion comes to Lynn in his sleep.
On their first night on the run, Divilethion comes to Lynn in his sleep.
Lynn’s always been able to tell when he’s dreaming. He knows he’s asleep in reality, somewhere in the forest outside the village. If he strains to listen, he can hear Marrow’s quiet breaths nearby.
There’s a clarity to this experience, though, an intensity he’s not used to from his dreams. He can feel every inch of his own body.
“Is this real?” he asks. “Or am I dreaming?”
This is real, Divilethion says, and you are in REAL TROUBLE.
Divilethion has never reached directly into Lynn’s mind like this before. Because Lynn’s never screwed up like this before?
Or did something change; is this a new ability? That seems more likely. If Divilethion could talk to him in his sleep the whole time, it’s hard to believe Lynn would ever have slept through the night without a visit.
“Does the necklace let you talk to me?” Lynn asks.
Smart boy, Divilethion says. You see, that’s why you’re my favourite. And that’s why I’m really pissed off that you’ve run off and left me with a bunch of idiot priests.
“I understand your anger, Great Divilethion,” Lynn says. “Perhaps you can understand my reluctance to sacrifice Marrow.”
I don’t understand it, Divilethion says, and I don’t like it. You’ve sacrificed plenty of people who are more worthwhile than that little shit.
Lynn hesitates. “Marrow is my brother.”
And? Divilethion asks. You plunged the knife into your mother happily enough.
There’s not a lot he can say to that, really. But his mother was his mother, and Marrow is Marrow.
I am generous, Divilethion says, floating closer. I am benevolent. It’s not too late. Come back to me. Sacrifice your brother.
One of Divilethion’s ribs strokes against Lynn’s cheek: an old, familiar caress. Lynn closes his eyes.
“I’ll sacrifice anyone else you choose,” he says.
No. The rib digs in a little deeper. Not painful, not yet, but firm, unignorable. It has to be Marrow.
“Surely any other heart would taste the same.”
I want you to give him up to me. I want you to choose me.
“I’ve chosen him,” Lynn says.
The bone against his cheek goes perfectly still. It’s hard to tell how much time passes before Divilethion speaks again.
I will give you a little time to reconsider, it says at last. But not long, because I’m not that fucking benevolent.
-
They’ve been picking their way downstream, mainly in silence, Marrow trailing after Lynn. Conversation hasn’t come easily between them in a long time.
It’s hard to navigate the forest; they’re not even sure what they’re navigating towards. But, if they keep to the stream’s edge, they can be sure they’re not walking in circles. They can be sure they have a steady supply of water, although food is another matter. Maybe they’ll even come across another settlement; it would make sense for them to be built near water.
According to Divilethion, there are no other settlements. Without divine protection, they were all destroyed by monsters long ago. It’s not a story that everyone in the village believes. Lynn’s never given it much thought before; true or not, he had no plans to leave, so it was never going to be relevant to him.
Perhaps it’s true. If it is, they’ll deal with it, or they’ll die. No point worrying about it until they know.
Something passes across Lynn’s body, a kind of shudder, and he stops dead. He feels – he’s never felt like this before. He feels exposed, suddenly, vulnerable. Completely alone. Marrow’s right there, Lynn can see him, but – he feels empty, he feels like he’ll never have the opportunity to speak to anyone again.
“Oh!” Marrow’s step stutters for an instant, as he draws level. He lets out a small sigh. “Oh, wow, that feels – that feels amazing.”
“You feel—” Lynn can barely speak. “You feel good right now?”
“It’s like... it’s like I can breathe, you know? It’s like there’s been this weight pressing down on me all this time, and suddenly it’s gone.” Marrow throws his head back, shakes out his limbs, and then turns to Lynn. Whatever he sees in Lynn’s face, it throws sudden concern over his expression. “Are you okay?”
Marrow’s description rings true, in a way: it’s like a weight has been lifted. A weight that was holding Lynn in place, keeping him secure, keeping him safe. Like he was an insect living under a rock, and someone’s just ripped that protection away.
“I think we’re outside Divilethion’s influence,” Lynn says, shivering.
Marrow pales a little. “So... there are monsters out here, right?”
Lynn clasps his hand over the bone necklace that Divilethion gave him. “I suppose we’ll find out whether this really wards them off.”
It makes him feel a little better, the smooth bone of the necklace against his palm. He takes it off his neck and keeps it held in his hand as they carry on.
-
The shriek shakes the trees around them, needles raining to the forest floor. Lynn goes still, throwing out an arm to halt Marrow in his step.
Marrow stays silent. But, when Lynn glances over at him, he’s pale and tense, eyes fixed on the sky.
The monster, when it comes into view, is much like the flying monster that plagued the village just recently, when Lynn was living a different life. Grey and brown and vast, a feathered head and neck, a furred body, four powerful clawed paws. A beak that could cut someone in half with a single snap. Lynn has seen it happen.
It’s hard to stand firm against the overwhelming downdraught of its wings, each the span of three of the village houses. Lynn feels tiny and exposed, intensely aware of the fact that he’s no longer under Divilethion’s protection. He wishes the trees were packed more densely.
He closes his eyes, and he wraps both his hands around Divilethion’s necklace, and he prays.
Divilethion won’t listen, of course. The prayer won’t make a difference. But it makes Lynn feel a little better.
The monster screams.
I see you, the scream says, and Lynn doesn’t have to open his eyes to know it’s diving. He holds the necklace tighter. Marrow has pressed himself against Lynn’s side, he’s shaking, and—
The monster screams again, in sudden terror, and Lynn opens his eyes. It’s banking away, it’s leaving, and the two of them watch it go, the wind from its wings whipping their hair back.
Divilethion was true to its word, apparently; its necklace repels creatures beyond its area of influence.
They stand there until it’s out of sight, and then a little longer, until they can no longer hear its wingbeats.
Eventually, Marrow pulls away from Lynn’s side and starts walking again, his steps a little unsteady. Neither of them says a word.
-
“The priest you killed,” Marrow says, after several hours of near-silence. “T-to save me.”
“Rando?” Lynn asks.
Marrow gives a small nod. “What was he like?”
Why ask that now? What does it matter? He’s dead.
“Bad at his job,” Lynn says.
“Oh,” Marrow says. “Uh, is that all?”
He doesn’t know what Marrow was expecting. “That’s all that really matters.”
They’re both quiet again for a moment longer, no sound but their footsteps and running water.
“Did you think about sacrificing me?” Marrow asks.
“Of course,” Lynn says.
Marrow looks away, biting his lip; maybe that’s not the answer he wanted to hear. But of course Lynn was going to weigh that possibility. It would, in many ways, have been the easier decision.
“I decided not to,” Lynn points out.
“Did you—” Marrow hesitates for a moment, then ploughs on. “Did you ever think about not sacrificing Mom?”
Lynn doesn’t bother to answer that; Marrow will already know the answer. “The sun will be setting soon. We should get ready for the night.”
-
There wasn’t enough dry kindling for a fire the night before, everything damp after the incessant rains. Here, though, they’re able to find dry wood.
“That’s fortunate,” Lynn comments, as Marrow props a dead branch up against a tree.
“It’s weird,” Marrow says. He kicks the branch into rough halves. “We haven’t been walking that far, right?”
“We’ve walked far enough, evidently.”
Marrow seems to hesitate for a moment. “Do you think it’s because we’re outside Divilethion’s influence?”
“That it hasn’t been raining?” Lynn asks. “Divilethion doesn’t cause the rain. It stops the rain. Well, not on this occasion, as it hasn’t had its sacrifice, but—”
“If it can stop the rain, it can cause the rain. It's fixed droughts before,” Marrow says. All in a rush, like it’s something he’s wanted to say for a while. “What if Divilethion just causes all our problems so we’ll sacrifice people to have them solved?”
Silence.
“That is,” Lynn says, quietly, “extraordinarily blasphemous.”
Marrow spreads his hands. “You killed a priest so a sacrifice could escape! It’s not like we can get in more trouble!”
“Perhaps not,” Lynn allows. “But I don’t like hearing you say things like that.”
Marrow sighs. “Fine. We can forget it. It’s not like it makes a difference now.”
-
Lynn puts Divilethion’s necklace around his neck again, as they bed down for the night, so it won’t get lost in his sleep. He tucks it under his robes, though, so he can feel it against his skin: the quiet, comforting promise of Divilethion’s power.
The night before, the two of them slept on separate blankets. This night, Marrow lies down next to Lynn, pulls the second blanket over both of them.
“It’s cold,” he says, a little defensively, when he catches Lynn looking at him.
“I didn’t ask for an explanation,” Lynn says.
There’s a moment’s silence.
“Thanks,” Marrow mutters, avoiding Lynn’s eyes. “For, uh. For saving my life.”
-
In his sleep, Lynn finds himself with Divilethion again.
You haven’t come home, Divilethion says.
“I haven’t,” Lynn says. “I’m sorry.”
The shadows surrounding Divilethion reach out to wrap around Lynn. You will not choose your brother over me.
“I’ve already made my choice,” Lynn says.
Divilethion’s voice grows louder, impossibly loud, a cacophony of echoes in every corner of Lynn’s mind. YOU WILL NOT CHOOSE YOUR BROTHER OVER ME.
-
Lynn wakes with his hands around Marrow’s throat.
He didn’t plan this, Lynn finds himself thinking, strangely detached, as Marrow squirms and gasps and scrabbles at his fingers. But, now that he’s found himself here, perhaps it would be simplest just to keep going.
With Marrow dead, there would be no reason to stay out here in this desolate place, stripped of Divilethion’s love and protection. With Marrow dead, he could go home and beg for forgiveness. There’s still a chance; Lynn has made mistakes before, and Divilethion has always—
His brother’s skin is taking on an unnatural tinge, and a thought works its way into Lynn’s mind: Marrow is dying, and he doesn’t want Marrow to die.
He loosens his grip, and Marrow throws him off in a desperate motion.
“I didn’t do anything!” Marrow gasps out. He scrambles away from Lynn, tears in his eyes, his breathing fast and shallow and harsh-edged. “I didn’t – I didn’t do anything – you should have gone ahead with the sacrifice if you were just planning to—”
He seems to choke on air, gags for a moment on his knees.
“Try not to be sick,” Lynn advises him. “We have limited food supplies.”
Marrow presses his forehead to the forest floor. “Oh my fucking god,” he mumbles into the dirt.
There’s a long pause. Lynn gets to his feet, tries to clear his head. Tries to pin down what just happened, how he’s feeling about it.
Eventually, Marrow sits up. Brushes earth off his face with visibly shaking hands, touches his fingers to his bruised neck.
“Why did you do that?” Marrow asks at last.
Why did Lynn do that? It wasn’t a conscious decision. Did Divilethion influence him, somehow, through the necklace?
He could get rid of the necklace.
But he can’t. There are creatures out here they would never survive; the necklace is their only means of repelling them. They’re relying on it to stay alive. And the necklace is a comfort, in this world without his god’s protection; he doesn’t want to lose it.
It makes Lynn uncomfortable that he was strangling Marrow specifically, too. He’s had his hands around Marrow’s throat before, without Divilethion’s influence; it’s hard to tell how much of the bruising there is new and how much was there already.
He has his knife on him. If Divilethion was possessing him, it could have used the knife, it could have finished the job more efficiently. But Lynn had his hands around Marrow’s throat instead. Was he just acting on some internal instinct; was he not possessed by Divilethion at all?
“I don’t know,” Lynn says, with perfect honesty. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t—” Marrow cuts himself off, takes several deep breaths. “Okay.”
Silence.
Lynn stoops to offer Marrow his hand. Marrow flinches at the motion.
After a moment, Marrow climbs to his feet and dusts himself off, ignoring Lynn’s hand.
“You’re still going to kill me, in the end,” Marrow says. “Aren’t you? I can’t—” He shakes his head. “I can’t survive the monsters on my own. I have to stick with you. And you’re going to kill me.”
They look at each other for a long, long moment, the time creeping past around them.
“I’m trying not to,” Lynn says.
“Fuck,” Marrow mutters. He scrubs a hand over his face. “Okay. Fine. I guess that’ll have to be good enough.”
I have no idea whether anyone else wanted this to exist, but I wanted it to exist, and sometimes that's enough.
Title: Wild Lands
Fandom: Divilethion
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2,300
Summary: On their first night on the run, Divilethion comes to Lynn in his sleep.
On their first night on the run, Divilethion comes to Lynn in his sleep.
Lynn’s always been able to tell when he’s dreaming. He knows he’s asleep in reality, somewhere in the forest outside the village. If he strains to listen, he can hear Marrow’s quiet breaths nearby.
There’s a clarity to this experience, though, an intensity he’s not used to from his dreams. He can feel every inch of his own body.
“Is this real?” he asks. “Or am I dreaming?”
This is real, Divilethion says, and you are in REAL TROUBLE.
Divilethion has never reached directly into Lynn’s mind like this before. Because Lynn’s never screwed up like this before?
Or did something change; is this a new ability? That seems more likely. If Divilethion could talk to him in his sleep the whole time, it’s hard to believe Lynn would ever have slept through the night without a visit.
“Does the necklace let you talk to me?” Lynn asks.
Smart boy, Divilethion says. You see, that’s why you’re my favourite. And that’s why I’m really pissed off that you’ve run off and left me with a bunch of idiot priests.
“I understand your anger, Great Divilethion,” Lynn says. “Perhaps you can understand my reluctance to sacrifice Marrow.”
I don’t understand it, Divilethion says, and I don’t like it. You’ve sacrificed plenty of people who are more worthwhile than that little shit.
Lynn hesitates. “Marrow is my brother.”
And? Divilethion asks. You plunged the knife into your mother happily enough.
There’s not a lot he can say to that, really. But his mother was his mother, and Marrow is Marrow.
I am generous, Divilethion says, floating closer. I am benevolent. It’s not too late. Come back to me. Sacrifice your brother.
One of Divilethion’s ribs strokes against Lynn’s cheek: an old, familiar caress. Lynn closes his eyes.
“I’ll sacrifice anyone else you choose,” he says.
No. The rib digs in a little deeper. Not painful, not yet, but firm, unignorable. It has to be Marrow.
“Surely any other heart would taste the same.”
I want you to give him up to me. I want you to choose me.
“I’ve chosen him,” Lynn says.
The bone against his cheek goes perfectly still. It’s hard to tell how much time passes before Divilethion speaks again.
I will give you a little time to reconsider, it says at last. But not long, because I’m not that fucking benevolent.
They’ve been picking their way downstream, mainly in silence, Marrow trailing after Lynn. Conversation hasn’t come easily between them in a long time.
It’s hard to navigate the forest; they’re not even sure what they’re navigating towards. But, if they keep to the stream’s edge, they can be sure they’re not walking in circles. They can be sure they have a steady supply of water, although food is another matter. Maybe they’ll even come across another settlement; it would make sense for them to be built near water.
According to Divilethion, there are no other settlements. Without divine protection, they were all destroyed by monsters long ago. It’s not a story that everyone in the village believes. Lynn’s never given it much thought before; true or not, he had no plans to leave, so it was never going to be relevant to him.
Perhaps it’s true. If it is, they’ll deal with it, or they’ll die. No point worrying about it until they know.
Something passes across Lynn’s body, a kind of shudder, and he stops dead. He feels – he’s never felt like this before. He feels exposed, suddenly, vulnerable. Completely alone. Marrow’s right there, Lynn can see him, but – he feels empty, he feels like he’ll never have the opportunity to speak to anyone again.
“Oh!” Marrow’s step stutters for an instant, as he draws level. He lets out a small sigh. “Oh, wow, that feels – that feels amazing.”
“You feel—” Lynn can barely speak. “You feel good right now?”
“It’s like... it’s like I can breathe, you know? It’s like there’s been this weight pressing down on me all this time, and suddenly it’s gone.” Marrow throws his head back, shakes out his limbs, and then turns to Lynn. Whatever he sees in Lynn’s face, it throws sudden concern over his expression. “Are you okay?”
Marrow’s description rings true, in a way: it’s like a weight has been lifted. A weight that was holding Lynn in place, keeping him secure, keeping him safe. Like he was an insect living under a rock, and someone’s just ripped that protection away.
“I think we’re outside Divilethion’s influence,” Lynn says, shivering.
Marrow pales a little. “So... there are monsters out here, right?”
Lynn clasps his hand over the bone necklace that Divilethion gave him. “I suppose we’ll find out whether this really wards them off.”
It makes him feel a little better, the smooth bone of the necklace against his palm. He takes it off his neck and keeps it held in his hand as they carry on.
The shriek shakes the trees around them, needles raining to the forest floor. Lynn goes still, throwing out an arm to halt Marrow in his step.
Marrow stays silent. But, when Lynn glances over at him, he’s pale and tense, eyes fixed on the sky.
The monster, when it comes into view, is much like the flying monster that plagued the village just recently, when Lynn was living a different life. Grey and brown and vast, a feathered head and neck, a furred body, four powerful clawed paws. A beak that could cut someone in half with a single snap. Lynn has seen it happen.
It’s hard to stand firm against the overwhelming downdraught of its wings, each the span of three of the village houses. Lynn feels tiny and exposed, intensely aware of the fact that he’s no longer under Divilethion’s protection. He wishes the trees were packed more densely.
He closes his eyes, and he wraps both his hands around Divilethion’s necklace, and he prays.
Divilethion won’t listen, of course. The prayer won’t make a difference. But it makes Lynn feel a little better.
The monster screams.
I see you, the scream says, and Lynn doesn’t have to open his eyes to know it’s diving. He holds the necklace tighter. Marrow has pressed himself against Lynn’s side, he’s shaking, and—
The monster screams again, in sudden terror, and Lynn opens his eyes. It’s banking away, it’s leaving, and the two of them watch it go, the wind from its wings whipping their hair back.
Divilethion was true to its word, apparently; its necklace repels creatures beyond its area of influence.
They stand there until it’s out of sight, and then a little longer, until they can no longer hear its wingbeats.
Eventually, Marrow pulls away from Lynn’s side and starts walking again, his steps a little unsteady. Neither of them says a word.
“The priest you killed,” Marrow says, after several hours of near-silence. “T-to save me.”
“Rando?” Lynn asks.
Marrow gives a small nod. “What was he like?”
Why ask that now? What does it matter? He’s dead.
“Bad at his job,” Lynn says.
“Oh,” Marrow says. “Uh, is that all?”
He doesn’t know what Marrow was expecting. “That’s all that really matters.”
They’re both quiet again for a moment longer, no sound but their footsteps and running water.
“Did you think about sacrificing me?” Marrow asks.
“Of course,” Lynn says.
Marrow looks away, biting his lip; maybe that’s not the answer he wanted to hear. But of course Lynn was going to weigh that possibility. It would, in many ways, have been the easier decision.
“I decided not to,” Lynn points out.
“Did you—” Marrow hesitates for a moment, then ploughs on. “Did you ever think about not sacrificing Mom?”
Lynn doesn’t bother to answer that; Marrow will already know the answer. “The sun will be setting soon. We should get ready for the night.”
There wasn’t enough dry kindling for a fire the night before, everything damp after the incessant rains. Here, though, they’re able to find dry wood.
“That’s fortunate,” Lynn comments, as Marrow props a dead branch up against a tree.
“It’s weird,” Marrow says. He kicks the branch into rough halves. “We haven’t been walking that far, right?”
“We’ve walked far enough, evidently.”
Marrow seems to hesitate for a moment. “Do you think it’s because we’re outside Divilethion’s influence?”
“That it hasn’t been raining?” Lynn asks. “Divilethion doesn’t cause the rain. It stops the rain. Well, not on this occasion, as it hasn’t had its sacrifice, but—”
“If it can stop the rain, it can cause the rain. It's fixed droughts before,” Marrow says. All in a rush, like it’s something he’s wanted to say for a while. “What if Divilethion just causes all our problems so we’ll sacrifice people to have them solved?”
Silence.
“That is,” Lynn says, quietly, “extraordinarily blasphemous.”
Marrow spreads his hands. “You killed a priest so a sacrifice could escape! It’s not like we can get in more trouble!”
“Perhaps not,” Lynn allows. “But I don’t like hearing you say things like that.”
Marrow sighs. “Fine. We can forget it. It’s not like it makes a difference now.”
Lynn puts Divilethion’s necklace around his neck again, as they bed down for the night, so it won’t get lost in his sleep. He tucks it under his robes, though, so he can feel it against his skin: the quiet, comforting promise of Divilethion’s power.
The night before, the two of them slept on separate blankets. This night, Marrow lies down next to Lynn, pulls the second blanket over both of them.
“It’s cold,” he says, a little defensively, when he catches Lynn looking at him.
“I didn’t ask for an explanation,” Lynn says.
There’s a moment’s silence.
“Thanks,” Marrow mutters, avoiding Lynn’s eyes. “For, uh. For saving my life.”
In his sleep, Lynn finds himself with Divilethion again.
You haven’t come home, Divilethion says.
“I haven’t,” Lynn says. “I’m sorry.”
The shadows surrounding Divilethion reach out to wrap around Lynn. You will not choose your brother over me.
“I’ve already made my choice,” Lynn says.
Divilethion’s voice grows louder, impossibly loud, a cacophony of echoes in every corner of Lynn’s mind. YOU WILL NOT CHOOSE YOUR BROTHER OVER ME.
Lynn wakes with his hands around Marrow’s throat.
He didn’t plan this, Lynn finds himself thinking, strangely detached, as Marrow squirms and gasps and scrabbles at his fingers. But, now that he’s found himself here, perhaps it would be simplest just to keep going.
With Marrow dead, there would be no reason to stay out here in this desolate place, stripped of Divilethion’s love and protection. With Marrow dead, he could go home and beg for forgiveness. There’s still a chance; Lynn has made mistakes before, and Divilethion has always—
His brother’s skin is taking on an unnatural tinge, and a thought works its way into Lynn’s mind: Marrow is dying, and he doesn’t want Marrow to die.
He loosens his grip, and Marrow throws him off in a desperate motion.
“I didn’t do anything!” Marrow gasps out. He scrambles away from Lynn, tears in his eyes, his breathing fast and shallow and harsh-edged. “I didn’t – I didn’t do anything – you should have gone ahead with the sacrifice if you were just planning to—”
He seems to choke on air, gags for a moment on his knees.
“Try not to be sick,” Lynn advises him. “We have limited food supplies.”
Marrow presses his forehead to the forest floor. “Oh my fucking god,” he mumbles into the dirt.
There’s a long pause. Lynn gets to his feet, tries to clear his head. Tries to pin down what just happened, how he’s feeling about it.
Eventually, Marrow sits up. Brushes earth off his face with visibly shaking hands, touches his fingers to his bruised neck.
“Why did you do that?” Marrow asks at last.
Why did Lynn do that? It wasn’t a conscious decision. Did Divilethion influence him, somehow, through the necklace?
He could get rid of the necklace.
But he can’t. There are creatures out here they would never survive; the necklace is their only means of repelling them. They’re relying on it to stay alive. And the necklace is a comfort, in this world without his god’s protection; he doesn’t want to lose it.
It makes Lynn uncomfortable that he was strangling Marrow specifically, too. He’s had his hands around Marrow’s throat before, without Divilethion’s influence; it’s hard to tell how much of the bruising there is new and how much was there already.
He has his knife on him. If Divilethion was possessing him, it could have used the knife, it could have finished the job more efficiently. But Lynn had his hands around Marrow’s throat instead. Was he just acting on some internal instinct; was he not possessed by Divilethion at all?
“I don’t know,” Lynn says, with perfect honesty. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t—” Marrow cuts himself off, takes several deep breaths. “Okay.”
Silence.
Lynn stoops to offer Marrow his hand. Marrow flinches at the motion.
After a moment, Marrow climbs to his feet and dusts himself off, ignoring Lynn’s hand.
“You’re still going to kill me, in the end,” Marrow says. “Aren’t you? I can’t—” He shakes his head. “I can’t survive the monsters on my own. I have to stick with you. And you’re going to kill me.”
They look at each other for a long, long moment, the time creeping past around them.
“I’m trying not to,” Lynn says.
“Fuck,” Marrow mutters. He scrubs a hand over his face. “Okay. Fine. I guess that’ll have to be good enough.”
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