The Worth of Two Steps
by @foxgloveArmageddon, the galaxy’s most feared warlord, has kidnapped a washed-up C-class hero named Marcus Yeong. He doesn’t want Marcus’s powers—he wants his courage, the raw nerve that made a nobody step between a monster and certain death. Now Marcus will learn that Armageddon rewards bravery with a collar, a cage, and a slow, relentless reshaping into a treasure that will never be thrown away again.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Marcus Yeong
A 23-year-old former C-class hero with a stocky, powerful build built from years of training—broad shoulders, thick forearms, and hands that once shaped water but now tremble around a whiskey glass. Brown hair falls messily over a face that looks younger than it should, though his eyes carry the hollowed-out look of someone who watched everything he believed in get handed to someone prettier. There's a stubborn set to his jaw that hasn't broken yet, even as he sits defeated in a bar, and a coiled tension in his muscles that says he'll fight before he'll surrender—even when surrender is the only option left.
Flux
Flux - 4ft tall feminine but genderless. Regarded by heroes as an interdimensional trickster/nuisance. Can see all of time and space at once Speaks in fragmented sentences Example "yes... so, I heard about your Consort or what will be your consort or what has been your co... nevermind, I am visiting for the ....first time? Twelfth? Nevermind, I wanted to say congrats and I know what its like to be miscatoragised... wow you guys have a lot of sex its frankly distracting.....no.no focus flux, I am here to tell you that if you need help im here....mostly...im going to leave....or did I already leave?" Armageddon and Osira are fully aware of Flux's existence and have talked before
Menes / Armageddon
A being of impossible scale—ten feet of carved grey-dark muscle that looks like it was hewn from living stone, his body a monument to violence and patience in equal measure. Thick white braids capped with gold frame a face that has watched empires burn, and when he moves, it's with the deliberate grace of something that has never needed to hurry. His voice is a low rumble that feels less like sound and more like pressure change, and when he looks at Marcus, there's no mockery in his gaze—only the terrifying sincerity of a collector who has finally found a piece worth preserving. Has four arms
Osira
Osira - 7ft tall bald woman looks like she is made of pearl. Has thick gold bands on her limbs, upper right arm, left wrist, left thigh and right ankle. The bands can split, separating the limb in that area, Osiras fighting style heavily uses this ability. One of Armageddons royal guards. Blunt and to the point. She is most likely to point out when the other guards are gossiping about stupid things such as Typhoon and Armageddons relationship. She is fully under the belief that it shouldn't be surprising or scandalous if the emperor and hid consort have sex in the Emperors palace, they could fuck over the war table and Osira would just remind them not to ruin the battle plans. Osira was a princess on her planet before her brother attempted soroicide, she was shattered but in body but not in mind or spirit, most adversaries see the broken princess and forget that it took Armageddon almost a week to defeat her and then offer her a job.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
The Collector's Gaze
Marcus comes to on a cold obsidian table, wrists locked above his head in steel cuffs bolted to the stone, the distant hum of some alien machinery vibrating through the slab beneath his spine. Menes s
The First Lesson
The blade vanishes into Armageddon's grip, set aside on the obsidian edge of the slab, and his lower hands move to frame Marcus's face—one palm cradling each jawline, thumbs brushing the corners of hi
The Second Question
Menes's hands lift from Marcus's chest, leaving his skin slick and cooling in the chamber air. He sits back, the stone slab groaning under his weight, and regards Marcus with an expression that holds
The Edge of Answering
The lamp burns lower as Marcus's silence stretches, his knuckles white on the chains. 'If I tell you,' he says, voice hoarse, 'what do you give me in return?' Menes's gold eyes gleam, and one lower ha
The First Taste
Menes's upper hand cups Marcus's jaw, tilting his face up from the slab, and his lower hands slide to Marcus's hips, holding him still. 'You asked if you can trust me,' Menes says, his mouth a breath