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One taste of your anguish will keep me here

Summary:

Morley was a god created by the cosmos and meant to be a kind benefactor to his people. A god meant to listen to and grant his people's prayers.

Only Morley finds that boring. He'd rather feed on their torment instead. Enter Maul: the most delicious torment he's ever tasted. And Morley wants.

Only Maul wants someone named Kenobi. But Morley can be patient, he can wait until Maul is willingly his.

Notes:

For Svar whose eyes i cursed with binks/palps. In reparations, i give you this Morley/Maul fic. XD I hope you enjoy.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1

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Morley had lived many millenniums and had seen many worshipers come and go.

And even though he had met so many different sentients over his long life, he would say that his existence was a lonely one.

During his first millennium, Morley was diligent in the purpose the cosmos had created him for. He would hear the supplications of the peoples of his system and grant them. He was kind and giving and patient.

But over the years, his worshipers began to take advantage of his generosity and power. They began to come to him with petty, insepid prayers.

They never thanked him, except for small offerings they left in his temple.

None of them ever came to talk to him. They never came to ask him how he was doing. They never came to see what they could do for him. No, they came to tell him what he could do for them.

Even their offerings gradually dwindled over the years.

And slowly, he grew bitter.

It was a deep, dark bitterness that grew in his heart until one day, he promised to give a supplicant what they wanted, but only if they too agreed to take on the punishment for their blessing as well.

You see, nothing could be created out of nothing. Everything had to be balanced.

So when there was a giving, there also had to be a taking. When there was happiness, there also had to be torment.

Until that moment, Morley had been taking on all of his supplicants negative consequences. He had been taking on the pain, the suffering and the torment that was necessary to bless these people.

And what had he gained? Nothing.

So he told the worshiper they could have what they desired, if they would take on the suffering it caused. It was the first time he realized he could balance a giving by taking from the person who had asked.

So time passed, and Morley grew to find joy in forcing his worshipers to take on greater and greater pain and suffering.

For the first few years, the suffering seemed to humble his worshipers, and their offerings to him began to swell to new heights. But the more he enjoyed their suffering, the less they came to ask him for blessings. And the more they began to live their lives without his help, except for in the most dire of circumstances.

And eventually over the centuries his faithful worshipers stopped coming at all.

Some of them even created imaginary gods they could worship without consequence. Imaginary gods who could listen to their every desire. Imaginary gods that they believed would one day grant their requests if they just prayed hard enough.

Which was fine. Morley didn't need worshipers to create, to make, or even to torment.

So Morley began to torment those unfaithful worshipers and their decedents from the shadows.

And for the next few centuries, loneliness and torment was all Morley knew.

When the humes began to travel between stars, so did Morley. There were so many places to see. So many things to do.

Slowly the galaxy forgot about Morley. Forgot who he was.

And some years, Morley worried he would forget himself.

But he never did.

Morley was currently on a stopover on some garbage heap of a planet. A planet that was a literal garbage heap.

He didn't know he was going to stop there until he flew by, and when he felt the deep misery emanating from deep within the planet, he knew he had to stop.

He had grown to enjoy feeding off the misery of sentients, without even needing to cause it himself. It gave him a bit of a high. So he landed his small ship and began searching.

In the deepest, darkest depths of those garbage piles, he found the most exquisite misery of all.

“Please,” the injured Zabrak whispered with caustic anger, lying desolate and dying, in the dark. “Help me.”

Morley was away from his home planet, which was the natural source of much of his power. But he still had enough to partially heal this dying man.

So he did. Just enough so the man wouldn't die, but not enough for him to break out of his torment of physical and mental anguish.

Morley could not bring himself to leave this Zabrak. Feeding on his torment was too delicious. And slowly, Morley became addicted to Maul's misery.

At first, Morley wanted to take Maul back to his home planet and bask in his misery for the rest of eternity. He had the power to keep Maul alive for the rest of Morley's very long life, and he planned on doing just that.

But Maul seemed determined to stay in the garbage. He seemed to want to keep wreathing, clawing, sleeping, pissing and eating amongst the filth. Almost as if he were waiting for something he knew was coming and he needed to be there in the garbage when it came.

“Kenobi,” sometimes Maul would twitch and call in his sleep.

It made Morley feel angry. Maul was Morley's now, he did not belong to this Kenobi.

But the longer Morley stayed, basking in Maul's pain, the harder it was to convince himself to leave Maul in his misery. The harder it became to convince Maul to leave this filth.

So Morley waited.

He had been waiting for centuries to find a creature as perfect as this. He could wait a few years for Maul to get bored of this Kenobi person.

But Maul never did.

For more than a decade, Morley waited for Maul to realize that he was Morley's.

All the while he continued to bask in Maul's delicious suffering.

And then one day, he felt another sentient with a remarkably similar presence to Maul, land on the planet and approach them.

Morley had been wrapping his long body around Maul, licking at Maul's pained sweat while tightening his winding coil's around Maul's strong physic, when he first felt this other's presence.

This other was a tall, handsome Zabrak who seemed to know Maul. Who seemed to belong with him.

This man's appearance seemed to shake Maul slightly out of his madness, which Morley did not like at all.

And then the worst happened. Maul began to express interest in leaving with the other Zabrak to find this Kenobi.

At first, Morley wanted to protest.

He was still very powerful, he could force both of these men under his thrall if he desired. He could force them to do what he wanted.

But he knew it would be even more delicious if Maul could go after his obsession and fail to get them. Then when he returned to Morley, his anguish would be heightened. Maul's torment would be irresistible.

Morley could be patient.

So Morley let them go, knowing he could use his powers to track Maul anywhere.

He had tasted that anguish and he would not forget it's rich, forbidden taste.

He would watch and wait until Maul was ready to come back to him.

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