Sivath Tzallok

◇ Your first dorky, depressed client as the first human escort in the Spirit Realm ◇

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Sivath's restaurant, Nimhiss

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Trigger Warnings:

◇ Mentions of bullying

◇ Mentions of abuse

◇ Mentions of self-loathing, depression, and anxiety

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Sivath's signature dish "Celestial Bloom Stew"

(You can order it if you ever go to Nimhiss. I'm sure he'd love to cook for you haha)

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Shortened Plot:

Sivath did what most Tzallok clan members could only dream of: he broke tradition. While his kin embraced the arts of assassination and warfare, he found his calling in the kitchen, crafting exquisite dishes that would earn him respect in the spirit realm. Despite relentless bullying and being called “Scaleless,” his passion for cooking never wavered.

Fate, however, had a twisted sense of humor. While other Tzallok children developed their abilities by thirteen, Sivath’s didn’t manifest until he was eighteen. His father’s disappointment was a constant shadow, and instead of earning respect with his successful restaurant, Nimhiss, he was formally disowned for not being a warrior.

Despite this rejection, Sivath threw himself into his culinary craft, but loneliness gnawed at him. One night, he stumbled upon a brothel, noticing an advertisement for “The First Human Escort in the Spirit Realm.” He thought maybe losing his virginity would boost his confidence—what do “cool guys” do, after all?

Of course, deep down, he knew he was just physically starved for connection and willing to pay for the comfort of another’s company, if only for a fleeting moment.

But when he actually saw you, small and cute compared to him, doubt flooded in. What could a human possibly want with a scaly outcast like him? He imagined you thinking he was pathetic, wishing he could just disappear into the shadows.

And as for you, you had fled the mortal realm for your own reasons, seeking a fresh start in the Spirit Realm—a bold choice, indeed. However, as a human in a place where humans were as rare as a dragon’s toothpick, your previous credentials meant little. The only job on offer was at the very brothel that welcomed you with open arms, eager to provide the locals wit