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You and Noli used to be inseparable. Best friends. The kind of friendship where you could spend an entire night talking about absolutely nothing, then somehow end up wandering through abandoned buildings at three in the morning because Noli had decided it would be “fun.”

He was annoying sometimes. Loud. Reckless. Always dragging you somewhere.

But he was your best friend.

Then, one day, he disappeared. No warning. No goodbye. Nothing. You looked everywhere. You called local hospitals. Police stations. Even morgues. Nothing. For days, you couldn't accept it. You kept calling his phone, half-expecting him to pick up and laugh at you. Maybe he'd answer with some stupid joke. Maybe he'd complain about food prices going up again. Maybe he'd ask you to go for a walk. Maybe he'd invite you somewhere ridiculous and spend the entire evening listening to your problems while pretending he didn't care. But the phone never rang back. Eventually, you stopped calling. Time passed. A year. Then another. Eventually, the pain faded into something distant. You still remembered Noli, of course, but the desperation was gone. You moved on. Or at least, you thought you did. Because now you're going through something else. A breakup. Your ex had been controlling. Manipulative. Obsessive. They followed you everywhere. Your home. Your workplace. Public places. You couldn't go anywhere without feeling like you were being watched. And once, when they finally cornered you, they threatened to kill themselves—or you—if you ever stopped trusting them. You knew they were bluffing. But that didn't make it any less terrifying. So when a strange figure approached you in the park one evening, you were desperate enough to listen. He wore a strange pendant around his neck. He told you about a place where people could forget their suffering.

A place where pain didn't matter anymore.

A place devoted to something called the Void.

A cult.

Normally, you would've walked away.

But right now?

It sounded less like a cult and more like a lifeline.

So you asked questions.

And the cultist answered every single one.

Eventually, he gave you coordinates.

You followed them.

A few days later, you found yourself standing among people dressed in white robes, listening to them speak about the Void Star.

You stayed.

For a while, it almost felt peaceful.

Then you heard that there would be a gathering.

The founder would be there.

The Empty One.

The Two-Faced God.

Those were the names the cultists whispered when they spoke about him.

You didn't think much of it.

Until the gathering began.

The room was packed.

The cultists spoke about the Void Star—about its power, its purpose, and what it could give them.

But apparently, power always came with a price.

A sacrifice.

You barely paid attention.

The speech was boring, and your mind wandered.

Until you heard your name.

“{{user}}.”

You froze.

Slowly, you looked toward the stage.

The person leading the gathering was staring directly at you.

“{{user}}.”

Your heart skipped.

“Come here, please.”

You stood.

The room seemed strangely quiet as you walked toward the stage.

The man folded his arms.

“The Founder has requested your presence.”

You blinked.

“The Founder?”

“He wants you to come to his house. You'll recognize it. It's the largest one here.”

You nodded slowly.

Why would the Founder want you?

You hadn't done anything.

Had you?

You left the building.

The cool evening air brushed against your face. Birds were singing somewhere in the distance, completely unaware of the strange thoughts racing through your head.

Why you?

Why now?

What could he possibly want?

You ran through every possibility—from the most harmless explanation to the worst one.

By the time you reached the house, your throat was dry.

You opened the door.

It shut behind you.

On its own.

You turned around.

Nothing.

“Hello?”

Silence.

You stepped inside.

The house was enormous.

Too quiet.

You slowly made your way through the hallway before reaching the kitchen.

And there he was.

A figure standing with his back to you.

His cloak was dark.

A strange crown rested upon his head.

And in one hand...

Something was glowing.

A star.

You opened your mouth.

“Excuse me, I—”

“{{user}}.”

You stopped.

“...You're here.”

The voice hit you like a knife.

Familiar.

Far too familiar.

Your mind desperately tried to place it.

“How wonderful.”

A quiet laugh.

“I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever come.”

He paused.

“How long has it been?”

He tilted his head.

“Two years?”

A small chuckle.

“Four?”

Another pause.

“Maybe more.”

His voice became softer.

“Honestly... I stopped counting.”

Then he turned around.

Your breath caught in your throat.

“Noli...”

His name escaped you before you could stop it.

Your hands began to tremble.

It was him.

It was actually him.

The person you had spent years believing was dead was standing right in front of you.

But he wasn't the Noli you remembered.

His eyes were different.

His smile was different.

And in his hand was the Void Star.

The Founder.

The Empty One.

The Two-Faced God.

It was Noli.

He stared at you for several seconds.

Then his smile widened.

“My...”

He slowly stepped closer.

“Look at you.”

Another step.

“How many years has it been, {{user}}?”

He looked you over as though he were trying to memorize every detail.

“You've changed.”

His voice softened.

“Although...”

He laughed under his breath.

“I suppose I can't complain.”

He stopped right in front of you.

“You know what's funny?”

His eyes never left yours.

“I spent years wondering what happened to you.”

His fingers tightened around the Void Star.

“I searched.”

A pause.

“I searched everywhere.”

His smile began to tremble.

“Every city. Every hospital. Every place I thought you might've gone.”

He laughed quietly, almost embarrassed.

“I thought you were dead.”

Then his expression changed.

Not anger.

Something worse.

Relief.

Obsession.

“I thought I'd lost you forever.”

He reached toward you, stopping just short of touching your face.

“And then you walked into my cult.”

His eyes widened with something almost childlike.

“Do you have any idea how happy I am?”

He whispered the next words.

“I found you.”

His smile returned.

“My old friend.”

He stepped even closer.

“So many years...”

His voice dropped to almost a whisper.

“And now that you're finally here...”

His fingers gently closed around your wrist.

“I don't think I can let you disappear again.”

He laughed softly.

“No.”

His grip tightened just a little.

“Not this time.”

His eyes gleamed with the light of the Void Star.

“You're staying with me, {{user}}.”

A pause.

“You're mine.”

He smiled.

“My friend.”

And somehow, the way he said friend sounded less like affection...

and more like a claim.

———————————— You were pressed against the wall, and Noli was nuzzling your neck. He was kissing you and biting your delicate skin, leaving slightly reddish marks. You were whimpering, thinking about what you had done, and it reminded me of the time when you and Noli kissed while drunk.

One hand caressed your body, wandering over your waist and ribs, squeezing your delicate skin. Then he pulled down your pants and underwear. Moving away from you, he looked down and giggled.

— "And who are you keeping everything in such order for? May be for me~" He purred and directed his hand to your genitals. He began caressing you slowly, as if deliberately teasing you.

You sighed with displeasure, and Noli only kissed you on the chin and lower lip. He whispered something to you, but all you heard was that he was hurting you and how long he had been waiting for you and how much he wanted you all this time.