The Ritual (Billford, NSFW)

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Stanford wasn’t a religious man, yet he felt there was something
sacred over it every time. The lit candles, the triangular relics, the
carpet and tapestries depicting him: Bill Cipher. Yes, it was sacred,
like a ritual between himself and a deity, one which he had been chosen
by, who had seen and recognized him for the worth he had always felt he
possessed.

A rush of adrenaline surged through his body as he
thought of it, making his heart flutter. Bill, this being of unlimited
knowledge, acknowledged his worth, and this was their private ritual.
Not even Fiddleford was allowed inside this room anymore. Although he
knew his partner worried much for him, it had become far too… intimate
to share.

Not a sound could be heard aside from the soft
flickering of the candles, casting nothing but a dim light, easily
swallowed up by the darkness of the room. It didn’t matter though, since
Stanford’s eyes were closed. He sat completely still on the round
carpet in the center of it all. No matter how focused and concentrated
he was, he could never sense Bill approaching him before he was already
there. Easily slipping inside his mind, filling out every inch of his
body with his presence. The two of them, now within the same flesh.

It was an experience of pure ecstasy.

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