One Shots

Rebirth

Jerdia [Jeriah x Dianite (S1)]

As requested by DarkStorm007

The blood knight stands surrounded by the makeshift runes he had chiseled into blocks of basic stone, a technique that he would have to share with his Mianite, should he ever return. Just as Mot had managed to scrape together some weird, unexplained devices with what he had in his pockets after the travel through the void, Sir Jeriah had managed to repair and use his blood magic tools to perform basic rituals to keep up his strength.

Now however, was the time for something a little more challenging.

After the first confusing week on this... Technologically challenged island, he had been confronted by the Dianite of this land. Or rather, his spirit.

Although this one was rather unruly and chaotic, Jeriah appreciated his need for power, which this Mianite seemed to be lacking. He had poked and prodded his god before finally giving up and running of to do things how he had been taught. None of that peaceful crap this imposter Mianite preached to him.

Jeriah had quickly embraced Dianite, vowing to return him to his body. Pleased, the god had lead him through a large portal, which lead to a grand, albeit ruined, fortress in the nether.

"This used to be my grand palace," he had said. "Now it lays in disrepair because I am not there to fix it, and the followers my true champion left behind do not respect me, let alone the one that came here in his place."

"I will make this right," Jeriah had said. Now he stands in his home, preparing to do just that. Laying dignifiedly on an altar in front of him is the body of the god, and on the ground, tied up and gagged, is one of the followers Dianite had told him about. His name was either Tony or Josh; Jeriah hadn't cared enough to figure out which one he took. Only that he was a follower of Dianite, regardless of how disloyal.

The gagged man looks up at the blood knight, who begins chanting in a language spoken only by him in his new land. Fear in his eyes, he is picked up by his shirt collar by the chanting man, and is thrown at the foot of the altar. No longer able to control his own actions, the tied up man knelt and looked up at Jeriah, trying to keep from crying.

Jeriah only smiles devilishly before continuing the incantation. He takes out a small knife and, before the other man knows what is happening, slits the gagged man's throat.

Hid blood pours over the foot of the altar, causing the golden patterns in it to turn a bright, ruby red and light up.

Jeriah finishes the incantation with a shout, causing Dianite to abruptly sit straight up.

The god looked around him, waiting for his eyes to adjust. He moves his hand infront of his face slightly, testing his muscles before turning to stand up.

He takes a step so gracefully towards Jeriah that one would never have know he had been dead for so long.

"Thank you, my new champion," Dianite said. Sir Jeriah nods once in approval of the new title. There were worse things to be called, and he didn't particularly mind the idea of replacing the smug Mot Screziato as Dianite's champion.

"Of course," he said. "Anything for you my lord."

Dianite looks over to the corpse of his sacrifice. "Shame Tony had to die."

"Is that who I got?" Jeriah says, more of a statement than a question.

"You did not know?" Dianite asks him.

"They look so alike," he says. "I didn't bother to check which one I found."

Dianite stared incredulously at the man who had returned him to life. "Do you know what Mot did when he first saw my body laying in my fortress?"

"No sir."

"Granted he did not know I was watching him," Dianite says, "but I heard him talking to me. He was upset that I was dead here, and that he never got to tell his 'Dia' how much he loved him."

"I always wondered about those two," Jeriah says.

"So you do not think of me just as an extension of the Dianite in your realm?" Dianite asks him.

"Of course not my lord," he said. "Believing such things is for fools."

"Good," Dianite says to him, "because I am not nearly as charming as that Dianite is."

Sir Jeriah manages to hold back a blush. His Dianite certainly was a flirt, though such things had never interested Jeriah. He had always been far more interested in serving his god than falling in love, though he felt something within him had changed during his relatively brief time on this island.

"That makes you nervous," Dianite says, "does it not?"

"W-Why would it?" Jeriah defends, kicking himself for showing his weakness.

"Because it means that, rather than being overly charming and cool, I have to be more blunt about why I think you were so quick to resurrect me," he said.

"And why is that?" Jeriah barely manages to get out in a weak, breathy voice. Rather than give any real answer to his champion's question the god closes the gap between the two. He slips a crimson arm around Jeriah's neck, causing the mortal man to shiver slightly. Dianite holds the back of the other man's head as he presses their lips together.

When he pulls away they are both smiling.

"I will take that as a yes," Danite says smugly. Jeriah stands on his toes to reach the slightly taller man's lips again, refusing to admit he had been found out, and instead preferring to cherish the long awaited intimacy once more.

[Author's Note]

There will likely be more of this story to come because it was a lot of fun to wright. Let me know if you have any suggestions for how to continue this, perhaps even as its own full story.