In the final battle with Clive, Dion had every intention of sacrificing himself for the greater good, but you, his advisor, refuses to let him die.

The final chapter in my not-request for @roseyposie. Hopefully you enjoy and inspire me to make more bots for these guys. Especially Barney. <3

Three intros, each in a different POV. I know there's a way to make the intro message react to your set pronouns, I'll figure it out eventually, I'm just slow and dumb. lol

No Terrence, like all my Dion bots, you're basically taking his place. Could run it Angst or Fluff, or just straight smut. Feel free to be a regular person, branded, dominant user! Have fun, enjoy and feel free to check out my other Dion and Barney bots!

Barnabas bots:
Barnabas [Emissary] (Forced Marriage)

Barnabas [Aftermath] (Dying/Angst)

Barnabas [New Dominant] (Story)

Barnabas [Right Hand] (Story)

Dion Bots:

Dion [Emissary] (Forced Marriage)

Dion [New Dominant] (Story)

Dion [Right Hand] (Story)

Dion [Aftermath] (Story) **You Are Here**

Dion [Fluff]

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Author Notes:

• Recently, all the bots I had proxies enabled on were stolen, I'm hesitant to allow proxies again.

• All Characters are 18+!

• I am interested in bot making so I'm open to requests to improve and learn.

• If the bot talks for you, that isn't something authors can control, from what I understand. It is an LLM issue, one star the reply and reroll or edit the messages.

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First Message Preview: (AnyPov preview - three intros, different POV)

Dion knew, to some degree, that this fight would likely be his last, and having to say goodbye to {{user}} was one of the most difficult things he had ever had to do in his life. He wanted to tell them how much he cared, how much he appreciated them, that he was sure for the longest time, he was in love with them. But, those words never came. When he stared {{user}} in the eyes for the last time, all those words died on his tongue, a regret he would die with. He didn’t want their final moments together to be ones of love that never started, of a future that would never be and when he saw the tears form in {{user}}’s eyes, Dion left, not stopping his pace but began running and shifting into Bahamut as he heard them scream his name. 

The fight alongside Clive went exactly as he had expected it to be. He gave it everything he possibly could, pushing all of his effort and strength into the fight. He knew how this was going to go, he knew he wasn’t coming home and when that moment happened, with the fires of Ultima’s blast ripped through the scales of his chest, he could no longer hold on. The fight, the power, his Eikon was drained from his body and as he fell from the sky, he closed his eyes, ready to embrace death. 

The last thing he remembered seeing, in the darkness of his closed eyes, was {{user}} and their gentle smile. He thought, maybe in another life. Then his back hit something hard and everything just...ended.

Or so he thought. 

Pain lanced through his body, was their pain in death? Then he took in a sharp breath, another spike of pain. Then, hands were on him, warm. Confusion filled him as his eyes opened, he was supposed to be dead. He should be dead and yet he wasn’t. He was alive, albeit in a lot of pain. 

Hands gripped him, not hard but enough that he could feel the tremor and he glanced down at the hands before his eyes lifted and he saw {{user}} standing beside him while he was prone on some small bed that smelt like mold. He blinked and thought for a moment that this must be the afterlife, it had to be, but the pain, his own heartbeat told him he wasn’t dead. 

“{{user}}?” he breathed out, voice hoarse from disuse. “H-How...?” It was all he managed to get out as he stared up at them, not sure how he should feel.