Isterik Week 25
Collection for contributions to the Isterik Week 2025
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Darkness creeps over the Moravian village: quiet silhouettes move through the night, slitting throats. Then, they laugh; the church is swallowed by flames licking up to the skies. Erik faces a god. Or the devil. It matters very little what the nature of the monster is: his eyes are terrifying—and his kiss deadly.
Damnation and love are two sides of the same coin, thrown up into the cold, night air: and the lamb marked for slaughter has sharper teeth than the devil.
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- Part 2 of de morte aeterna
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Erik doesn’t understand about war when his whole village is pillaged and burned to the ground. Not beyond the simple fact that his home doesn’t exist anymore and everyone he knew, everyone he loved and hated is gone forever. That in the span of less than an hour he became an orphan.
He doesn’t remember much of that night. He knows his hands were red but he doesn’t quite remember why. A man in black asking him questions, nodding once he got a response that must have satisfied him. The ride to their camp.
The man in black is the camp’s Chief, Erik knows. His tent is the biggest one and more decorated than the rest. A mysterious force driving their camp forward. The one deciding all of their fate like some sort of god of war. War that Erik still doesn’t understand about beyond the fact that he is now a part of it and he has no choice but to move with its tide.
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My take on their first meeting
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But what was this then? Istvan's hands scrunched on the tunic above his stomach and a painful grimace appeared on his face. What was this child then? Erik was a blessing too big for him to deserve, nothing in his life could justify getting another one. This was sin incarnate, not natural, wrong, devilish. So why was Erik so happy?
Why was Istvan?
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Mpreg Isterik. each chapter will be inspired by the prompts of the day)Series
- Part 1 of Gyula
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In simple equations no sanctity can exist, and Erik is a man of simplicity; he stops thinking about eternal damnation long before he kisses a man for the first time. He remembers hearing a priest preach by the Frauenkirche, warning about the dangers of carnal desire. All of these — eyes and smiles, coral lips, sun-gilded hair and skin as warm milk — hide the same flesh, fat and bile, bone and blood, and all of it is slowly rotting; should one forfeit his eternal life in favour of this futility?
The thing is: none of it is new to Erik, none of it disgusts him. He knows what a human corpse looks up close; he couldn’t spot this mystical evil aspect in it even if he tried. There’s no facade to break when he doesn’t look for it in the first place.
Blood is the noblest of humours, best served on a silver platter.
István faces his guilt; Erik faces his grudge.Continuation of "death's other kingdom". Two-shot.
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- Part 2 of executioner's son
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Erik tries to reenact his father’s 1987 road trip across America and falls in love with István at a gas station.