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Shadow Milk was overjoyed.
No, not just pleased— thrilled , positively giddy with delight. His pale cheeks were flushed with excitement, his sharp grin spread ear to ear as he twirled through the air of the Spire’s long corridor, trailing silver mist and cruel laughter behind him.
He had Pure Vanilla.
No—Truthless, now.
Truthless Recluse, the fallen king. The shattered soul. The perfect puppet.
And he was his .
Not just in body , but in spirit. Bent. Broken. Submissive.
Shadow Milk could squeeze him tight, tighter still, until every breath came with effort and every word was spoken from behind glassy eyes and a porcelain smile.
He didn’t even need to chain him anymore. He stayed. He obeyed.
Perfect.
And now, the Beast had a plan.
A brilliant plan.
A plan so utterly clever, so dramatically divine, it could only have come from him. The most creative, the most theatrical , the most radiant of all the Beasts.
All it required was his lovely little ‘Nilla, some makeup… and just the right act .
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“ Vaniiiiilllyyyyy ~!”
Shadow Milk’s voice rang like a bell through the stone halls of the Spire—mischievous, sweet, and laced with cruelty.
Truthless heard it from his room and didn’t hesitate. He rose from where he sat on the cold chair, his head already bowed, steps silent as he moved to meet the voice.
He knew what the tone meant.
It meant Shadow wanted him.
And when Shadow called, he obeyed.
There was no thought anymore. No resistance. No spark.
This was what he was now.
A doll.
Porcelain-perfect .
Obedient.
Pristine.
Perfect.
The door didn’t creak when it opened. Shadow Milk floated in, glowing with energy and delight, eyes sparkling like starlight and poison.
“There’s my beautiful doll~!” he purred, spinning once midair before landing softly in front of Truthless, hands outstretched like he was welcoming a long-lost lover.
Truthless lifted his chin slightly at the words, meeting those glowing eyes with the same quiet, docile calm. His voice, when he spoke, was as gentle and expressionless as ever.
“What do you wish for me to do?”
Shadow Milk practically squealed .
“I have the GREATEST idea!” he sang, flitting around the taller Cookie in delighted circles. “ It’s going to be so much fun! We’re going to play a little game , my darling doll!”
Truthless didn’t move. His hands hung at his sides, unmoving.
“What sort of game?”
Shadow Milk leaned in close, a wicked smile curling his lips.
“A little espionage , if you will. Some spywork . Something you’re perfectly suited for~”
Truthless blinked. Slowly.
“Spy... on who?”
“On those little gnats, of course!” Shadow spat, floating backwards with a twirl. “Your old friends ! Those wretched, thieving, holier-than-thou Ancients ! The ones who let you fall! The ones who abandoned you!”
There was a flicker—barely visible—in Truthless’s expression. The faintest twitch of a brow . A shadow of pain? Recognition?
But it passed.
“What do you want me to do?” He asked again, voice empty but steady.
Shadow Milk’s grin widened until it threatened to split his face in two.
“You, my sweet little puppet, are still the King of the Vanilla Kingdom~” he cooed. “Or at least… they think you are. With a little powder, a little paint, you could slip right back in— fool them all. Oh, and with the intel you bring back? We could change everything .”
He leaned forward, tapping a cold fingertip under Truthless’s chin.
“Isn’t that exciting, my love?”
Truthless didn’t flinch. “If you want me to pretend… I will.”
“Of course you will!” Shadow laughed, positively glowing with glee. “ You’ve been pretending your whole life! What’s one more mask?”
He grabbed Truthless’s wrist and tugged him toward the far corner of the room—toward a vanity that hadn’t been there before. It was ornate, golden, and almost jarringly bright compared to the rest of the dim stone room. Lights twinkled like stars around the mirror, and brushes, palettes, and powder sat perfectly arranged on the tabletop.
Truthless’s feet moved without resistance.
“Now!” Shadow clapped. “My precious doll, I know you love black—so dreary, so dramatic—but for this little performance? We need brightness . Yellow! White! Something pure . Something sweet. You remember what that looked like, don’t you?”
Truthless stared at the mirror.
He didn’t .
Not really.
The Cookie in the reflection was pale, gaunt, with sunken eyes and no crown. Not the face of a king. Not anymore.
Shadow Milk began humming as he picked up a soft puff of powder and ran it across Truthless’s cheeks, gentle and practiced.
“You won’t mind, will you?” he asked playfully, not pausing for an answer. “Of course you won’t. You’re perfect , after all. Such a good boy~ ”
He moved quickly, expertly—powder here, rouge there, a little shimmer just below the eyes. He brushed back Truthless’s hair and pinned it with pale gold clips, adding a soft veil of illusion magic that made it glow with health it didn’t possess.
“There we go… already looking more like the old you,” he cooed. “But better. Mine. ”
Truthless blinked again, slowly.
“I am yours,” he echoed.
Shadow Milk sighed happily, pressing a theatrical kiss to his cheek.
“You are! My perfect doll! My pretty little prince! They’ll never suspect a thing.”
He reached into a nearby wardrobe and pulled out the chosen outfit—a royal robe in white and cream, trimmed in soft yellows. Not a single trace of black. It shimmered faintly in the light, impossibly clean.
“Now—arms up~!”
Truthless obeyed, silent and automatic as the Beast dressed him.
Buttons fastened. Sleeves adjuste d,
When it was finished, Shadow Milk stood back and beamed .
“Gorgeous. Radiant. Absolutely deceptive .”
Truthless stared into the mirror again.
The Cookie looking back at him was… familiar.
But wrong.
A mask layered over a void.
“You’ve done well,” he said quietly.
Shadow floated up behind him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.
“Of course I have, my love. I always do.”
He rested his chin on Truthless’s shoulder, gazing at their reflection together with pride.
“You’ll play your part, won’t you?” He murmured. “Smile like you used to. Lie like you were taught. Be just convincing enough to keep them from looking too close . You don’t want them to see what’s underneath, do you?”
Truthless didn’t answer.
He didn’t have to.
Shadow Milk already knew.
He pressed one last kiss to the side of his neck and whispered,
“Now go make them believe in something that no longer exists.”
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