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thateldribitch · 3 years ago

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Hellfire

You really shouldn’t come between a King and his family.

You don’t want to see what he’ll burn to keep it together.

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Sooooo I feel like there’s going to be a gore warning for this one. It's not too bad, but hey--if you don't like blood, don't read this one.

Anyway, this was what I was listening to for this.

Casual reminder that all my Yandere Shots are on AO3 as well!

Yandere Wukong belongs to @lopsushi

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Seeing Wukong in his full regalia is a truly splendid sight. The golden pauldrons, the tiger’s skin, the ragged feathers of phoenixes trailing behind him. It’s a sight many have been graced with, before their final moments. But even in the face of disrespect or culling any who stand in the way of his mate’s attention, he hasn’t worn the full ensemble in the longest time. This is a declaration of war. Macaque is quick to pick up on it, rushing down the hall even if he’s been loathe to leave their cub’s… body. The very thought adds more fuel to the fires of Wukong’s rage. “Wukong. Wukong, what are you doing—?!”

“I’ll be back soon, Macaque.” Wukong murmurs. As he adjusts his gauntlets one more time, he walks to his Sweet. Despite his harsh appearance, he softly nuzzles into his mate’s neck. It’s contrastingly tender to the burning blood red of his eyes. “...I will come back with him.”

His Starlight pauses. His fingers clutch at Wukong’s robes, digging into the cinches between his armor. He won’t look at Wukong. “...Promise me.”

“I swear by every spark of my love for you.” Wukong picks up Macaque’s hand, kissing each knuckle. But then that’s not enough. He presses kisses up his knuckles, the back of his hand, a path up to his darling’s lips. Macaque kisses him with a desperate ferocity. An unspoken message—come back to me. Wukong melts. Breathless, he presses his forehead to Macaque’s. “I will return.”

Then he drives his claws into his own heart—

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—and the moment his heart stops, he pulls his staff from his ear. It’s a needle. A staff. A pillar that crashes into the cracked black earth of the Kingdom of Death. “Knock, knock,” Wukong’s grin stretches into a feral thing. Souls scream. A delayed shockwave makes earth spray up around the Monkey King. For a moment, there’s quiet…. And then the denizens of the Underworld surge forward to protect their home.

Demons of all shapes and sizes converge on him in a tidal wave. Wukong flicks a hand. His staff shrinks…. He won’t need it. In a surge of fire and thunder, Wukong runs into the crowd on all fours. A feral screech echoes out of his lips. With claw and fang, he tears. His teeth cleave through bones. His claws shred through eyes. He bursts through the living ocean of limbs and horns. Cracked earth drinks in the black blood of demons. Wukong’s eyes glow. The smart ones run. But Wukong is not in a mood for mercy. His staff surges into his hand, just as eager for blood as he is. A pillar crushes the remaining demons, flattening them into a field of twitching corpses.

Puffing out a single breath, he turns to the obsidian palace. He stalks through the field of dead demons, and crushes one’s skull beneath his foot. The gore spatters up his armor. “I am a reasonable man. I ask for little.” He walks up the steps of the Palace of Death. Slowly, his thumb drags across his cheek. He licks off the blood that paints the appendage. “The health of my mate. And now, my son.” Finally, he looks up at the somber line of Kings before him. “I really didn’t think you all would be so stupid.” Wukong patiently holds out his hand. “The Book with my son’s name and his soul, if you’d please.”

“Wukong. Do you really think you can defy the laws of nature?” One of the Kings manages to speak up. “This is madness.”

“This is love.” He smiles, softly. And then his face contorts into something horrific. “And you’re standing in the way of it.” With a single swipe of his staff, he blows a hole into the side of their palace. To their credit, the Kings barely flinch. “Do you really think I won’t upset the natural order for my family? When I erased the names of those who burned at the hands of a ‘benevolent’ god? When I put them under my protection, and I killed one deity for his audacity?” His face darkens like a sky before a hurricane. “Imagine what I’ll do to you if you don’t give me my son.”

The Rulers aren’t fools.

They give him the book…..

It’s an easy matter to flip through it. His experienced claws find MK’s name in record time, and as promised? He tears it from the undeserving pages. His eyes ignite with celestial fire. The room lights up as a beam of light bursts from his red eyes and consumes the sliver of paper…. By the time he’s done eviscerating the mere mention of his boy’s mortality, the Kings step forward again. He expects to see a soul, beside them. The lack of it, the grim faces—one King opens his mouth to speak.

His head is gone before he can even try.

The Underworld can rule with only nine kings. Wukong has bigger fish to fry. He blitzes out of the palace, crashing through the walls—they’re obstacles between him and his boy. Ornate obsidian, the flesh of innocents, the scales of demons mean nothing. His only desire is to find his boy. His boy. The staff is a needle. He shoves it in his ear. Does it bleed? Maybe. He doesn’t care. Where. Where is MK?

Wukong’s shape contorts. He’s a wolf, searching for a hint of that soft scent. An eagle, trying to spot chestnut brown hair. Through valleys of death and fields of ash and pits of fire… he searches. But no matter how hard he searches, he can’t find him. Why? Why?! Wukong collapses in the ash, feeling everything… vibrate. He’ll tear the world apart. He’ll rip every demon apart. If it means finding—a sound. A soft sob. Familiar, sad, scared. Wukong stumbles forward, scrambles to his feet, MK, MK—! “I can hear you!” Wukong screams out into the unending darkness. “MK. MK, I’m here!”

The sobs stop. The silence kills the Monkey King…. And then a light sparks. Weak. Timid. But he knows, he knows who it is. Carefully, he walks forward. With infinite tenderness, he cups his hands around the light. That bright glow is a sliver of sunshine glowing between the gaps in his fingers. His sunshine. His son. Wukong aches at the sight of the core of his son’s very being in such a fragile state. So cruel, to take him before his time. Wukong cradles the little bit of light to his chest, feeling everything… calm. His nerves. His everything. He’s alright. MK is alright.

Wukong closes his eyes, breathing a sigh of relief—

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—and opens them, back in his home. He yanks his hand out of his chest. His own blood, luminous as gold, drips down his fingers. As he sits up, he feels hands clutching his side. He’s in his bed. Macaque is by his side. Poor thing. Must be… exhausted. Wukong is fine. He will have to be. Blearily, he glances around…. There…. There he is. Right next to him and Macaque, as he should be. MK’s form looks flushed with life, despite everything. Mac must be using his limited magic to preserve him. What a clever mate…. His movement must wake the dark-furred monkey.

“...It’s been weeks….” Macaque’s voice cracks. His grip tightens on Wukong’s clothes.

“...I’m so sorry, Love.” Wukong murmurs. Every part of him aches for those tired eyes. But he needs to finish this. Carefully, he shifts towards their boy. He cradles that light that he can only see with his golden vision, now. But he can see it trembling, struggling. It wants to go back to its body. He helps it get there, carefully holding that light over his boy’s chest.

Golden light pulses through MK. Slow, at first. Then more intensely. His whole body jerks as golden light fills his mouth, eyes. One last pulse… and MK opens his eyes. They’re not brown anymore…. And his fur looks tinged by a darker color, streaks of black the same hue as the Underworld. Like Macaque, he thinks deliriously. But Wukong will think more on it later. He’s alive. MK is alive. “Monkey… King….?”

“I’m here, Bud.” Wukong presses his forehead to MK’s.

#lego monkie kid #shadowpeach #dark shadowpeach #dad wukong #lmk #wukong #yandere #yandere wukong #yandere shadowpeach #mk #macaque #six eared macaque #i swear i'll write macaque and wukong again eventually lol

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chelseamcksstuff · 2 years ago

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Please work. Please.

If a silent prayer was all Mk needed to be able to see him again, it was answered.

He opened his eyes and was met with a very messy looking Sun Wukong in a shining gold hue, staring off into a different direction as he was. His expression full of conflict and confusion.

“Monkey king!” Relief surfed through his tone like waves as tears pinpricked his eyes, making his vision blur slightly.

The great sage jumped at the noise, before his eyes darted everywhere around him until he was met with Mk’s translucent gold body. The tension in his shoulders left, and a smile made its way onto his face.

“Kid!” He exclaimed, intense eyes tracing down his very being.

The successor grinned, eyes still hanging on to their tears. “I’m so glad you’re okay! Your scroll was split in half by Azure Lion, I thought you died!” He watched as his mentors smile faltered at the mention of the lion, but it still slightly remained.

“Oh, no I’m okay. At least I think- cause y’know I’m immortal- anyway, the place I’m stuck in, it’s sort of split in half?- I’m pretty sure it’s because of the scroll being split. Do you think you can get me out of here?”

Mk paused briefly to look to his left, where Tang was presumably checking out Monkey King’s scroll.

“Tang is actually figuring out how to fix it right now! He said he’ll have to use magic to piece it together and then get you out of it- also, when you come back you’ll probably notice something different-”

Mk was then interrupted by a voice speaking to him, or as Wukong thought since the kid turned his head and started paying attention to something else.

But, noticing something different as soon as he gets back to the real world? That’s weird. Sure, he received a lot of things in the scroll which were from the outside world he was oh so oblivious to, but those were just like shockwaves and a lot of rumbling. Mk stopped his train of thought as he faced him again and said something about someone else joining their astral projection.

That person was Macaque, who was in a little bit of a rough shape. He was still the overbearingly pretty and dramatic looking Macaque he knew, just more disheveled and shaken up. And as soon as the demon laid eyes upon him, they were filled with a gentle hope. Hope so small yet still so genuine.

Im gonna stop there and let your mind wonder where this goes while I actually finish it off👍

#lmk macaque #lmk mk #lmk season 4 spoilers #lmk sun wukong #lmk season 4 #lmk qi xiaotian #lmk tang #lmk #lmk spoilers #now i need to add this to the pile of lmk fanfics #six eared macaque #lmk red son #monkie kid dbk #lmk pif #shadowpeachshipping #spicynoodleshipping

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medusanova · 2 years ago

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Finally getting around to sending this prompt: I'd love to see a mash-up / fusion of Fate and The Shadowhunter Chronicles. Particularly in the context of Sky and Riven being parabatai and how that works in the Fate universe. 👀 (or any of the characters as parabatai would be v cool too- like, Bloom and Aisha maybe?)

There is nothing I love more than the complexities of a parabatai bond — and I could never pass up on a sky/riven moment, especially when I found these as inspiration..

It’s been three years since Sky laid eyes on an Elapid demon. Not since the portal to the dark realm had been closed for good.

Or so they thought.

For a few seconds, it’s the only thing that takes up his vision — a swarm of scaled creatures crawling around Alfea, neither serpent nor insect, their jagged claws buried into the spines of his fellow specialists and tearing them to pieces — before the rune on his neck tingles and the image fades.

Just in time for Sky to duck and roll away from the snap of its teeth.

Amber-colored venom drips to the ground, sizzling into the cobblestone where Sky had been frozen in place just seconds ago.

The demon’s cobra-shaped head turns in his direction, red eyes bleeding violence and hunger, only to stumble back with a piercing shriek when an arrow gets embedded into its neck.

“That sword in your hand? It’s to defend yourself from things like that,” a low voice taunts from behind him. Sky turns in time to see Riven aim another marked arrow, sending a shockwave of an angry yowl through the village when the sharp tip grazes the top of the demon’s head. “Would be bloody helpful if you used it right about now.”

The sardonic words make him smile despite himself, sending the unsettling flashback to the back of his mind. Shaking his head in amusement, he pulls the seraph blade from its scabbard, letting it illuminate his hand with a soft, divine glow.

Running toward the demonic creature, he arcs through the air, dodging a taloned arm, and slices through one of the demon’s legs — just in time to sidestep another one. Taking advantage of his crouched position, Sky pierces his blade through the underside of its belly. It explodes in a shower of burning ichor.

He turns to face his partner. “Two!” he calls out, breathless from the headiness of adrenaline.

“One and a half,” Riven shoots back with a smirk. He plants an arrow into the head of the third and final Elapid and doesn’t even stop to make sure it’s fully banished to the demon realm when he stows his bow away, strutting in Sky’s direction. Cocky bastard. “I helped you with the first one.”

The lightness in Riven’s voice, however, doesn’t match the intensity of his eyes as they absorb every detail about Sky. Gaze determined and evergreen. So intense it never fails to feel like Riven’s hands are slowly checking over every inch of him.

Like it always does, Sky’s heart pounds against the prison of his rib cage at the sight, sending a pulse of warmth down his spine.

It took years for Sky to understand that look. That unwavering stare. Intended to painstakingly ensure the soul bound to Riven’s was uninjured, unharmed. But once he did, once Sky allowed himself to feel the full weight of Riven’s attention, well, it’s been a steady descent since.

Sky does his best to shrug it away as they head back to the institute, tucked away behind a First World trinket shop in the middle of Blackbridge. “But I was the one to kill it.”

“I knew your hero complex would go to your head one day, I just didn’t expect it to be so soon,” Riven teases, bumping his bicep — inked with the rune identical to the one on his neck — into Sky.

“Weren’t you the one who told Silva we didn’t need a team for this patrol?”

Riven scoffs. “Like I could’ve predicted an Elapid nest? I know a higher level of demon activity has been reported, but where the fuck did those even come from?”

It’s a good question, actually. They weren’t even supposed to be on a mission today, just an ordinary patrol. One they’ve done countless times without encountering Elapid-level demons. It’s relatively uneventful most of the time, but today they stumbled upon a swarm of them for the first time in years and Sky—

He thinks of lifeless eyes, of blood-soaked grass squelching beneath his boots as he surveys the loss of his fellow warriors. Of the cries of pain and sorrow pervading through Alfea.

“Sky!” Riven warns urgently, pulling him out of his daze.

His body responds before his mind can even process the words, flattening to the ground as a demon flies through the air just a few feet above him. Sky’s palms sting from the cut of the cobblestones when he clambers to his feet, scanning the area around them for the nearest source of danger.

An Elapid demon comes at him seconds later, swooping with a visceral screech. Sky grunts as he blocks its leg with his seraph blade and pushes it back, his teeth gritting together with effort. From his periphery, he sees another leg loom over him, ready to spear through his body, only for it to get pierced with a marked arrow, exploding in a splash of ichor.

The demon howls and Sky strikes, swinging his sword through its neck. Black-green blood splatters onto him, biting at his exposed skin, but the thrill of killing the demon, of sending it back to the hell it came from, is much more powerful.

He turns to face Riven with a grimace. “Thanks for having my back.”

“Always,” Riven replies easily, and the smile he sends Sky is devastating, entirely out of place on a battlefield. “Except for when it’s Silva. Demons I can handle. Silva’s lectures? You’re on your own, mate.”

Sky’s about to tell him that Silva’s lectures are pretty much exclusively reserved for Riven when he hears an all-too-familiar scuttling sound. He barely has time to lift his sword when there’s a blur of movement, a sickening squelch, and—

Riven screams.

Sky’s body is hollow as he stares at the claw that’s run straight through Riven’s thigh, blood glistening on its black shell. It starts to shudder as though it’s about to jerk upwards – three, two, one, – and tear Riven in half.

Sky moves without thinking, spinning past his parabatai to sever the leg off at the back, thrusting his sword through the demon’s belly with an anguished, vengeful roar. He doesn’t even care to watch it be banished to the demon realm, and just turns to catch Riven as he collapses backwards, sinking to his knees. Two bound souls on the ground.

“Always the bloody white knight…” he gasps, sounding half out of it already. Sky fumbles for Riven’s hand, his fingers sliding in between his. “A lot of blood, Sky. It’s- my thigh. There’s too much blood.”

“I know,” he says, catching his voice before it cracks. “It’s okay, just- just let me get my stele, okay? We need a healing rune and-“

“N-no. Won’t work. Too much blood.” Riven exhales a short, mirthless laugh. “I don’t- it’s not going to work.”

“It will, okay? You’re going to be fine. Where I go you go, remember?”

“Sky don’t... I’m fine.”

But it’s not. It’s not fucking fine because Sky can feel their parabatai bond weakening by the second. Can feel the life-force that constantly exists within him, the axis of his whole world, fading away.

Riven just rests there on his chest. His breaths shallow, his fingers trembling against Sky’s neck, and his eyes trained on Sky’s face. He flinches when something wet drips onto his cheek, but he still doesn’t look away.

And Sky knows, he knows that a healing rune on Riven’s body isn’t going to be enough to fix him.

He knows that there are some wounds that are fatal wounds — heads crushed by stone, stomachs pierced by swords, hearts stopped with lightning — that are just too big, too permanent to heal. A femoral artery ripped apart by a demon is one of them.

But there’s nothing in this realm, nothing in this world or any world, that can stop him from reaching out with a bloodstained hand to draw one on anyway.

It’s not his best. He’s too shaky, too frenzied to make it his best. The lines aren’t sharp or precise and he can’t even breathe much magic into it like he usually would—

But then the rune glows. Steadily brighter and stronger than he’s ever seen. An iridescent blaze of light that beams through the village and nearly blinds everyone in it.

When it fades, any remaining demons are gone — expelled in a series of cataclysms that reverberate through Sky’s knees — and Riven has stopped bleeding. There’s a spiked claw on the ground next to his thigh and the skin where his wound should be is whole, unmarred. As if he wasn’t just on the brink of death. His puddle of blood is nothing more than a rusted stain that’s faded into his black gear.

Sky feels their parabatai bond flare against Riven’s palm on his neck, red-hot and electric. The rune on his bicep grows as hot on Sky’s chest as the liquid fire in his gaze. He breathes Sky’s name, hushed and reverent.

They haven’t looked away from each other.

Sky doesn’t say anything in reply. He just stares back at Riven, droplets of sweat and pain still caught in his lashes. His chest feels warm, his body heavy. Like he could stay here forever. Riven held close to chest, their feelings burning like heavenly fire through their bond, the rest of the world a universe away.

Sky and Riven. Just Sky and Riven.

There’s a sharp crunch of boots and Silva falls to a crouch beside Sky, startling them both out of their reverie.

“What,” he says in complete bewilderment, “the fuck was that?”

#whump whump whumpppp #it didn’t start angsty but it sure did end that way woops #poor riven aka my emotional punching bag #adore both of these fandoms so I hope I did this little crossover some justice!#skyriv #ftws riven #ftws sky #sky of eraklyon #fate ficlet #fate: the winx saga #parabatai #shadowhunters #shadowhunter chronicles #my writing #nova writes #ask me things

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desmondkane-of-ao3-fame · 3 years ago

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So, Thanks to Them…very intense, very awesome…needs more skarlow though. Basically what if Skara was in Thanks to Them?

A fun idea! I’ve done some ‘Skara joins the gang in the human realm’ stuff before, but nothing relating to ‘Thanks to Them’ specifically. Though don’t expect this to be a full-blown rewrite, I’m afraid. It’s mostly how I think Skara could be integrated into certain important moments.

I also think at this point Skarlow would be a background crush, like Huntlow is now, only with Skara instead of Hunter crushing on Willow. That doesn’t mean Skara replaces Hunter though, just that Gus takes on Willow’s roles during Huntlow moments, more as a bro then anything shippy.

•When the group heads to the Noceda house, Skara, in her Entrails uniform with Grudgby armor over it, is worse for wear, bruised and scarred. She’d be on the right of Willow, looking down, saddened by everything in the last episode and unable to look Camilla in the eyes at that time. She’s in Luz’s room while the other girls are learning about alarm clocks from Vee, her Scroll in hand but trying and failing to get it to turn on.

•Later, in the opening montage:

-Skara comes out during the costume portion looking similar to her Beta design courtesy of AWeirdLatina, striking a rockstar pose with her arms up in the air, holding drum sticks.

-When everyone’s putting up art of people they miss from home, Skara puts up a drawing of Viney, the only Entrail not with them.

-She gets a scene where Camilla gifts her a güira, a traditional Dominican Republic instrument that resembles a tall Alexa-shaped cheese grader with large bumps on the front with a side handle. Skara uses it, and does really well, but accidentally uses it to cast a shockwave that knocks everyone back and destroys the Noceda TV.

-When everyone else runs out in the rain, Skara comes out with Willow and Camilla. After Willow takes the first photo, Skara runs out to join the others, encouraging Willow to join them, which she does.

•Skara is the best of the Hexside squad at sounding like she knows Spanish, able to match all the vocal elements of a native speaker, but doesn’t know most of the words or how to properly order them. When she tries to say ‘Hello Miss Noceda, it’s lovely to see you again,’ she accidentally states, ‘Farewell Mr. Noceda, you’re a terrible fire hydrant.” Still, Willow can’t help but smile at how Skara sounds when trying Spanish.

•During the search montage, Skara tries on a ‘witches’ hat in the Magic Circle, giggling at Willow’s use a pitchfork. She also clutches to Willow for dear life during the giraffe reveal.

•At the museum, Skara is the only one to notice Vee’s crush on Masha, smirking at her knowingly as she blushes.

•Later at the Halloween festival, Skara would be dressed as a Bard. Not an Owl House Bard, mind you; a traditional flamboyant and fancy one. Think like, Dandelion from The Witcher, complete with a lute.

•During the fight against possessed Hunter, Skara taunts Belos from atop her staff with a silly limerick about why Belos sucks. He knocks her out of the sky first, and the impact knocks the wind out of her, causing Willow to panic. Here, Willow holds Skara’s head, while later Gus holds Hunters. Skara blushes at this, and Vee gets her revenge, as she smirks knowingly back at Skara while Willow isn’t looking.

•Before leaving for the Demon Realm after Gus, Skara gives a stage bow, saying ‘Thank you Human Realm! You’ve been a wonderful audience!’

#the owl house #skarlow #thanks to them #rewrite #Skara should have been in the Hexside gang #headcannon

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thenextchapterbegins · 3 years ago

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Sealing the gates of heaven.

{ @castleofmxses mentioned only do not respond on this post thought ur angel muses would like to react to this specfically}

Lucifer stood at the top of the tower turning his head as he spits out a glob of black bile.

The secret project, hidden at the top of his tower, sealed behind a door that even the most powerful of all angels would have an immensely hard time to crack through. The ring was more or less empty was a bit difficult to convince lilith to leave but...it was time.

The tower was extended his focal point in place and the box..charged.

The box...a heavily modified and gathered point of immense magic. Ancient and old demonic and creation divine magic...the kind of magic to break the hold of heaven itself.

All across hell a steady pulse an echo was gathering towards the treachery ring, the clouds circling spread across all rings as lucifer stands raising a hand as he mutters something.

A dome massive in size crackling with a reddish glow emcompasses the treachery ring and a smaller more cylinder shaped one covers the tower that’s tip was beginning to crackle with a massive amount of magic

Lucifer walked and crossed the barrier the containment that kept the magic of the box from seeping out into hell as he does so there is a pulse as his veins glow with raw divinity blood beginning to drip from his mouth.

The box itself the hidden project...was actually an older box from a now dead and old pantheon. Pandoras box..but it was not going to be opened to release the terrors of the world no it had been modified heavily with runes and its even design from a simple jar to a metal box as it pulsed and crackled as if alive like a heartbeat.

It was powered by something older then himself, the hellish energies were easier to gather hell was full of it...the level of creation level divine magic? Yah that took a bit of time and it was a very careful process. The walls have been covered in endless series of runes to gather what remained across the universe like carefully filling glass of wine from a barely filled casket..the process was like exposing yourself to an immense level of radiation everyday for eons and now he was on his last threads.

His hands shaky in movement, muttering that grew louder and louder as the tower begins to rotate, stone clicking and scratching as the metal rods in the center begins to turn spinning faster and faster as the energy pulses faster and faster, the crystal at its top becoming akin to a star being born.

The metal rods held their own geodes at their tips stablizers of sorts and as the kinetic energy grew they also began to crackle and glow with gathered energy.

Lucifers hands moved to tenderly move switching pieces on the box as minor tremors begin to rip through all rings of hell the dome beginning to crack slightly as lucifers body began to peel away slightly singing another glob spitted to the side hissing as it touched the ground.

The box was crackling the glow almost blinding lucifer as his hands grip both sides of the box teeth gritting as he lets out a shout his eyes igniting with its power.

The tower was spinning as fast it could go all the energy gathering faster and faster as a immense humming could be across hell and then.

BWAROOOOOOM!!

“CLAUSAS PORTAS CAELESTIS“ The last words spoken by lucifer as he twists both sides of the box.

A beam of pure, refined, immense creation level magic shoots out of the box engulffing lucifer in its pure power as he is nearly incinerated in that moment if not for the immense eruption a boom a shockwave that shatters the towers protective barrier and is barely held back by treacheries barrier as even with these minor earthquakes rip across the rings.

Lucifer was thrown back slamming against the wall as a single eye looked up to the beam of creation level magic focusing into the crystal focal point at the tip.

To those outside to those looking they would see the tip of the tower glowing brighter and brighter and brighter still before a beam erupts nearly ripping the tower apart pieces of the ceiling defiantly do rip apart flinging into the air.

The beam focused through this crystal this ancient crystal born during creation was neither colorless nor colored, it had pyschical shape but it also seemed featureless, it was like a tear, a tear in reality as it ripped into the sky higher and higher and higher before it couldnt be seen any higher.

Tearing through the clouds and then a massive explosion as it collides with its target.

The breach, the tear that allowed heaven into hell, the breach that held heavens power over hell a tear in reality colliding with an even older tear, clouds scattering giving all a view of this beam slamming into this almost invisible space as pulses of immense magic splinter across the skyline.

The sight lasted for about 5 mins

5 solid minutes of immense pressure, a sight that would be seen in hell again and then as quick as it all began the box shut the beam slowly flickering out and in its wake the beam passes through the breach, it had been sealed, closed and with it..it was done the beam flickered out of existence.

The aftermath? Treachery was in ruins, the protective barriers slowly crackled away, lucifers palace was destroyed and the tower hanging on by a few pillars of stone, the following rings expeirenced destruction but nothing to the level of treachery...and at its the top of the tower laid the body of lucifer, fingers missing, an eye burnt out, body singed and fried, a leg missing, fingers those that remained twitching though impossible to know if it was nerves or him trying to keep awake.

Hell was finally free of heavens strings, the breach closed, the last of heavens domnain cut, the genocides never to happen again...but at what cost?

#long post #Event: Pandoras box #this will change everything #DASH COMMENTARY HIGHLY ENCOURAGED

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atinyarmyzen · 5 years ago

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𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: mature content, oral (female receiving), corruption kink, slight impreg kink?, creampie, unprotected sex (use a condom pls!!), choking, spanking, pet names, size kink, bulge kink, some fluff if you squint

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⭄ basically, you let your curiosity get the best of you

𝖆/𝖓: Soooo this may or may not be my first smut. In honor of spooky szn approaching I give you demon Johnny 😈 . I love writing dark, spooky, and supernatural au’s so if you have any other requests/ideas let ya girl know. Anyway I’m going straight to hell for this so hope you enjoy!!

You felt so ridiculous for doing this. You gathered a candle and piece of paper, you looked at the clock and waited for it to strike 3 in the morning, which you read was the best time for rituals. You recited the spell, wrote down your full name on the piece of paper and burned it in the flame of the candle. You continued to let the candle burn down, and closed your eyes as you concentrated on the words of the spell. Summoning a sex demon was the last thing you though you would do, but given your disappointment with your sex life you figured it was worth a shot.

“So it mote be.” you finished.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt cool gusts of air on your cheeks. All of the hair your neck and arms stood up, and goosebumps began to rise across your skin. It felt like the ghost of a touch across your shoulders and down your neck, the sensation immediately sending blood rushing to your clit. You were almost afraid to open your eyes, you honestly had no clue what you might see.

You sucked in a deep breath before opening your eyes, only to see flame of the candle taking its last breaths of life before going out completely. You were left in the darkness of your room, save the pale moonlight shining in through your window. You sighed in disappointment, cringing at the fact you actually thought it was working considering how worked up you were.

You decided it was all for naught and settled with going to sleep. You flopped onto your bed and tried to drift off but your sudden arousal refused to be ignored. You felt the bud between your legs become swollen with desire, along with the familiar feeling of slick now making its way down your inner thigh. This was unusual, you thought. You normally would never get this wet even if you did have a sex partner, so the fact that you were soaking through your panties completely untouched took you by surprise.

Slightly annoyed with your own arousal, you slid your hand down your stomach and dipped your fingers past the waistband of your panties. You gasped slightly as soon and the pads of your fingers brushed past your folds and grazed your swollen clit. Your breathing became labored as you began to run your middle finger up and down your lower lips before circling your sensitive bud lightly. A small moan escaped your lips, your eyes rolling back and fluttering shut.

“Save some for me.” A voice purred into your ear.

You yelped in surprise, your eyes snapped open and you sat up quickly. Your eyes frantically scanned the room for the source of the voice.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a tall black figure in the opposite corner of the room. You didn’t dare look. You froze; fear flooded every nerve ending in your body, your stomach dropped, your heart beat thudding in your ears. You finally understood what it meant to be paralyzed with fear.

“I thought you were expecting me, angel. You did summon me, after all.” You heard the figure speak. You decided to be brave and turn your head to face the creature.

You weren’t sure what to expect, but it still wasn’t this.

A tall, gorgeous man leaned his shoulder against your wall. His hands stuffed lazily in the pockets of what looked like a very expensive black suit. He wore a red silk shirt underneath, several of the buttons undone to show off what looked like a very toned chest. Your eyes studied his features. He had shiny black hair that was slicked back, a couple strands still loosely hanging on his forehead. His eyes were the color of honey in the moonlight, you felt like you could swim in them. He had strikingly high cheekbones and a pair of beautifully shaped lips that were curled up into a smirk.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue, baby?” he chided.

“I didn’t think it would actually work.” You finally spoke in a small voice. In fact, his whole presence made you feel small. If the fact that he was much bigger than you wasn’t enough, it was his intensely seductive aura that made you feel like putty under his gaze. He chuckled and pushed himself away from the wall to saunter over to the edge of your bed, hands still in his pockets.

“Well it’s your lucky night sweetheart, I have to say your little summons was hard to refuse.” He cocked his head to the side as if he was studying you. His gaze boring into you as he shamelessly eyed your bare legs and exposed panties. “Haven’t felt this compelled to answer before.” His tongue darted out to lick his upper lip.

“So, do demons have names?” You asked honestly.

He chuckled at your question. “It’s Johnny”, he said.

You were taken aback at how normal his name sounded. “Okay Johnny.” you replied, “Are you really going to steal my soul and all that?”. He laughed again, finding your questions endearing. “No, doll face. It’s not like what you read in the stories. We simply require your energy to survive, and that energy comes from your….satisfaction.” He explained with a shit-eating grin.

“Satisfaction?” You questioned. He snickered. “Basically, the more I can get you to come for me, the more energy I receive.” He said a little too casually. You blushed at the vulgarity of his words. Johnny took notice. “You’re a cute thing, aren’t you?” he remarked.

“So are there any conditions? Nothing bad will happen to me?” You asked.

“Nope” He said. “Only if you consider amazing sex a bad thing.” He smirked again, obviously proud of himself. You bit your lip and looked down again, feeling small. You suddenly felt his fingers lift your chin up so that your eyes met his now very dark ones. “I can leave if you don’t want this, I’m not here to hurt you.” He said with a surprisingly soft tone. You melted. “No!” you said abruptly, cringing at yourself. “I mean- I want you to stay. Please.” You said sounding more pathetic than you wanted to. Your thighs were involuntarily pressing themselves together at this point.

Johnny’s face contorted from his previously soft expression into a devilish grin, relishing in your willingness to give in to him. He decided to toy with you further, he kept his grasp on your chin and leaned in further, his breath fanning your face, his eyes locked with yours. “I need a yes, kitten.” he said in a teasing voice.

Any resolve you had vanished into thin air in that moment. “God, yes. Johnny please-“ you gasped. His lips now grazed your ear as he softly chuckled, his breath warm over your skin; you felt your heartbeat pounding between your thighs. “I’m afraid he can’t help you now, love.” Johnny purred into your ear before latching his lips to your neck. They left a trail of fire on your skin as he continued. You felt the bed dip and Johnny gently pushed you down on your bed as he hovered over you. “So pretty, angel. Have you ever been touched like this?” He asked. You were losing touch with reality, all you could manage was a small “Never.”

The demon reveled in how strong his effect was on you. “I bet your sweet little pussy tastes like candy, huh baby?” He said into your other ear this time, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake as he made his way down your neck. His hands slid up your sides, pushing the shirt you had on up your torso and over your breasts. You helped him by lifting you head up so he could pull your shirt completely off before discarding it somewhere on the floor. His lips were now nipping at your collarbone, and descending further until he reached your pert nipples. You immediately arched your back as he took one of them in his mouth, the feeling being utterly euphoric and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.

He lingered for a bit, then continuing his descent down your body leaving wet kisses in his wake before coming to the waistband of your panties. “Hope you don’t mind, darling.” He said before he used both hands to tear the fabric off your body like it was made of paper. He leaned up to reach behind him and pulled off his shirt, revealing his beautifully toned chest and abs. You couldn’t even protest to your ripped panties before Johnny threw your legs over his shoulders. He pressed a wet kiss to your clit and you yelped at how incredibly sensitive you were to even the slightest touch. He used his index and middle finger to spread your lower lips apart before taking a slow, languid lick from your entrance to your sensitive bud, now screaming to be touched. After what seemed like forever his tongue finally reached your clit where he closed his lips around it, gently sucking and licking with the tip of his tongue. The moans you let out sounded almost animalistic, finally getting some kind of relief.

He hummed at your reaction, the vibration of his lips sending shockwaves of pleasure to your every nerve. You felt him use his other hand to dip two fingers into your weeping heat, curling them and thrusting upwards into that sweet spot. The combination of his mouth and his fingers had you reeling in pleasure. “Holy fuck, Johnny.” You cursed, gasping for air. He picked up speed and pressure with his tongue and fingers, and your impeding orgasm was beginning to swell to the tipping point. It was almost like there was a moment of suspense, the a split second of what felt like teetering over the edge of a cliff. Suddenly you felt your climax crash over you like a monstrous wave. You practically screamed as it felt like electricity lit up every single nerve ending at once. You suddenly became aware of your legs shaking, and lifted your head to see that Johnny was relentless in his assault on your core, his face buried between your thighs. The muscles in his arm were rippling under his skin due to the brutal pace of his fingers. If anything, he picked up speed, attempting to help you ride out your orgasm for as along as possible.

After what felt like minutes of euphoria, you felt Johnny softly kiss your inner thighs and his hands soothingly caressing them. He crawled up your torso until his lips were in front of yours once again. “You taste so sweet baby.” He said before leaning down to connect your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. You could taste yourself on him as he licked into your mouth. Your hands came to his chest, feeling his firm muscles move under his skin. You still felt like your skin was on fire, everywhere his hands touched burned in the most delicious way.

Your kisses became more fervent- desperate even. You couldn’t take it anymore. “Johnny.” You breathed between kisses.

“Yeah babydoll?” He replied against your lips.

“Need you.” Was all you could muster.

“Need me where, angel?” You could hear the smirk in his lips as he teased, wanting to hear you beg.

“Inside me, please. Wanna feel full.” You whined.

“How could I say no when you sound so sweet?” Johnny chided.

He obliged by leaning up to unbuckle his belt in one swift motion and shoved his pants and boxers down. You gulped, he was huge. Definitely the biggest you had ever had. You were snapped out of your trance by Johnny’s laughing. “It’s okay love, I’ll be gentle.”

You thought that he was being sarcastic until you looked at his face to see him smiling softly at you, he leaned his body over yours and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. He pulled away slightly and reached down to guide himself into your entrance. He slid in more easily than you thought, your arousal making for a frictionless entrance. Johnny’s gaze was intense, he stared down into your eyes, as if wanting to remember every detail of your face as you felt the stretch of his cock. You let out a breathy moan, eyes rolling back in your head from how utterly full you felt. “Fuck, baby. I’d hate to destroy your pretty little cunt.” His voice sounded low and gravely. He brought his lips down to your ear “But I think I’m going to have to.”

With that pulled back only to snap his hips into yours rather roughly, you let out an embarrassingly loud moan. He began to set a pace that didn’t seem humanly possible, until you remembered that he wasn’t exactly human. He had a strong grip on each of your thighs before throwing one of them over his shoulder before leaning down, the new angle now allowing the ridges of his cock to brush your sweet spot. He was impossibly deep, Johnny looked down to see the bugle of his member under the skin of your lower stomach. He groaned at the sight and reached down to feel his cock pistoling in and out of you.

“Fuck.” He groaned. “You like how I can feel myself buried in your guts baby?”

“Johnny” you breathed. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

He reached up to one of your breasts, rolling one of the sensitive buds between his fingers, pinching it lightly from time to time. He was everywhere, consuming all of your senses. The sensations so overwhelming that it hurdled you into your second orgasm.

“Johnny!” you practically screamed, something nobody had ever made you do before. You felt your heat convulsing almost violently around his length. You were vaguely aware of Johnny’s lips on your neck. “Fuck, you’re gripping me so tight love.” he said a little too sweetly.

Suddenly you felt him pull out of you, which made you lift your head up in confusion. “What about you?” you asked looking up at him. Your eyes trailed down to his still very hard length where his veiny, large hand was still languidly stroking it.

He gave you a smile that was almost alarmingly soft. It sent a shiver up your spine. He took you chin between his thumb and index finger. “Oh sweetheart, it’s adorable how you think I’m finished with you.” You gulped.

“On all fours baby.” He said softly. You were quickly to oblige. Your face was pressed into the soft sheets of your bed. You felt Johnny’s hand smooth over the swell of your ass and up your spine, then back again where he landed a slap to the flesh of your asscheek. You let out a pathetic moan, the delicious sting sending blood rushing straight to your clit once again.

You felt his length slide into your folds again, still not quite used to the stretch you hissed a bit. “So perfect angel, taking me so well.” Johnny cooed, you felt the muscles of his torso pressing into the skin of your back, his hands rubbing your sides soothingly.

“Johnny, please.” you pleaded. You needed him to do something, anything. He pulled you both up to your knees. One of his arms held you against his chest, the other traveled down your body until his fingers met your abused clit. He set another brutally fast pace, you keened and arched your back. You threw your head back to rest on Johnny’s chest, allowing him to look down at your beautiful body. You heard him groan and increase his pace on your clit, while the other hand moved to cup your breast.

“So beautiful.” He whispered. You were barely coherent, your whines and moans becoming more frequent. You knew he was a demon and this was about lust, but this felt strangely- intimate. “Look.” He said lowly. He grabbed your chin and turned your head to look back at him. “Look at me when I fuck you.” His gaze made your stomach do flips, it felt so disarming- like he could see your deepest fears and wishes. Your jaw went slack, he took that opportunity to press his mouth to yours in sloppy, messy kisses.

His fingers continued to build pressure and speed on your clit while the slid his other hand up from your breast to curl his fingers around your neck. You felt slight pressure on the sides of your neck as his grip tightened slowly. You let out a strangled moan at the new sensation, beginning to feel light-headed and weightless in his arms. You felt your third orgasm begin to swell; Johnny’s relentless pace, his ministrations on your clit, his grip on your neck and his tongue in your mouth had your whole body on fire. Your legs were about to give out and your vision was going white.

Johnny slightly loosened his grip on your neck to give you some air, he brought his lips against the shell of your ear. The tickling sensation of his breath as he whispered sent shivers down your spine. “Gonna fill you up, pretty girl.”

You let out a strangled moan, the thought of him coming inside you being surprisingly arousing. “Oh fuck.” you swore, “Please, come inside me”.

You heard him practically growl and felt him nip at your neck before he began to snap his hip up into you so hard that you felt your whole body moving with him. “Gonna come, fuck y/n.” Him moaning your name did you in, you were thrown over the edge as your third climax wracked your body. Johnny’s name left your lips like a mantra. Your walls throbbed around his length in huge waves; his pace stuttered as he spilled his load into your dripping heat.

Your body went completely slack against his, he just held you with both arms and pressed soothing kisses to your neck and cheek. He gently grabbed your chin to give you another kiss; this time soft, slow, and almost....loving.

You were suddenly aware of what was mostly likely his cum leaking out of you and down your thighs. Johnny helped you lie down on your back, before disappearing for a moment. You were remotely aware of him coming back to your side as we ran a warm wet washcloth over your inner thighs to clean you up. You winced slightly when it touched your sensitive folds. Johnny shushed you gently. “It’s okay baby, just cleaning you up.”

You were floating. Your eyelids felt like they weighed ten pounds. It sounded like you were underwater. Time was moving like you were in a dream. You were confused why a demon like him was being so tender and gentle with you right now. “Johnny.” you said weakly. “Yes, angel?” He replied.

“Are you real?” you whispered.

“I’m as real as you want me to be, love.” He whispered in your ear as you felt him softly brush your face with his hand.

You suddenly felt as if you whole body was sinking into your soft bed. Sleep washing over you, pulling you under its waves. You looked at his gorgeous face one last time, hoping to remember what the handsome creature looked like before letting your eyes fall shut.

“See you again, darling.” echoed in your ear before you finally let go of consciousness.

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You woke with a start. You looked around your room. The candle was still there, although totally melted. You were in your bed, the sun was shining through the windows. All seemed normal. It was a dream. You sighed sadly at the thought of Johnny not being real, considered just how lucid the whole experience was. You figured it was fun while it lasted, and was probably something that your wild imagination managed to conjure up. You got up like usual, got ready and left for work.

You trudged through your door much later than you should have been, your boss making you stay several hours late. You threw your bag to the ground once you entered your room and immediately started stripping out go your work clothes in an attempt to find something more comfortable. The room was dim, only the light of a small lamp illuminating the darkness. You stood in front of your mirror as you looked at your tired face, only in your bra and underwear. Then your eyes shifted to something behind you in the corner of the room.

You shrieked and turned around only to find that the figure was standing right in front of you now. It was that familiar, handsome face. His perfect lips curled up into that signature smirk as he peered down at you.

“Remember me?”

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definegodliness · 5 years ago

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Halloween 2020

It was the night of Halloween, and in its uncanny way the full moon had energized Little Red Riding Hood and The Phantom for hours after midnight. Yet now they were finally Paige and Sam again, spooning and whispering their last conversations of the day in the queen-sized bed Paige had made with blood-red sheets to fit the date. The candles were running on empty, and the pain of the high-heels that had pinched Paige's feet finally faded when Sam's half-drunk, half-sleepy voice all of the sudden turned clear for a question:

"What's the last time you were actually afraid?"

"Oof... that last IT movie, I don't know why I watched it. I hate ---"

"No, I mean, like, in real life?"

She hated it when he'd interrupt her, but there was a certain tone in his voice that made the question seem pressing. She let it slide, and sighed a soft pondering hum before answering.

"Can't really remember. There must have been times as a child, but... nothing stuck. I guess I don't scare easily in real life."

"I.R.L.", she giggled, doing the high pitched bubbly voice that had often made Sam laugh, but this time he was unresponsive.

"Good," he yawned, "I can't stand cowardice."

And that was that. Big spoon Sam rolled over to his side of the bed and remained silent. Not even a good night. Leaving Paige puzzled. All night long he had been all over her, rubbing her thighs over the smooth silk of her little red dress as they danced, and more than once she had to stop him from going too far in public; plucking the elastic of her thick white stay up stockings; kissing her neck as he pressed his pelvis against her tick-tocking bottom. When they got home he even lit those candles in the bedroom, creating a circle of magical light. But then when they finally went to bed, all he did was bother her with supposedly scary Halloween stories and odd questions.

'I'm never letting him drink whisky again', Paige thought, turning away from him administering an unseen, unfelt cold shoulder; simmering in the silence of her scorn, 'what a waste of a wet cunt.' The lust had long left her body.

That night she dreamt. A hellish nightmare where she roamed between fiery pillars, cages and gibbets filled with scrawny wailing humans. Their arms reaching. Flaying. Blackened nails clawing at her. She looked on with horror as thick blood gushed over the captive's faces in a continuously oozing, drooping flow. And these beings would laugh at her maniacally whenever she'd make eye-contact. Louder and louder until laughter was all that echoed in her brain. Then, at the peak of the pitch, with a shock so sudden, their eyeballs would explode, splattering her body, naked and vulnerable.

She picked up the pace and started running. Rushing. Fleeing past the gibbets and cages with her heart pounding in her throat. Away from the fire. Away from it all. She heard the sharp metallic clangs of the cages presumably opening. She did not look back, though, wouldn't dare for the life of her. She kept her eyes peeled to the end of the fiery pillar surrounded path. There, where the path turned darker, dimly lit, she saw their bedroom's door. And as she walked into that very darkness, all turned calm as of sudden. No more wails, no more laughter. She grabbed the door's handle and stumbled inside the room that waited as a safe haven for her.

The candles were still burning, and Paige cursed herself for not seeing how they were situated before. Surrounding the bed, now clear as day, brightly flared a pentagram with her locked in the middle, neither sleeping, nor breathing, nor moving. Eyes wide open. She looked around. Sam was nowhere to be seen. Yet as she inspected the room, soon chills went down her spine. Paige noticed she was floating. Aimlessly floating through her bedroom. Her hands transparent. So, her body. Helplessly she was as she rose to the nook of the ceiling. She understood she was now her soul watching her body. An onlooker, merely. Another jolt of fear slashed through her gut.

An onlooker... for what?

Eight thin and sharpened pins of shiny metallic black lowered down from the shadowy vortex whirling above her body, piercing her ankles, knees, wrists, and shoulders. Pinning her down in sharp pains as the beast sank down from the darkness. Painstakingly slow. Its bulbous abdomen, hanging from a thread of shimmering silver, displaying that same metallic shine under the full moon's glow. Wriggling, or rather pulsating, in presumed anticipation. So, its fangs, alternating in an up-and-down motion, oozing a milky fluid that drooped down to form thick droplets. Like a starved critter rubbing his hands and salivating before his meal. Yet the nearer it drew to Paige's face, its fangs moved faster and faster, sputtering that milky fluid in droplets blurring her vision. Likewise, the swift moving daggers blurred in motion. A malformation. And in the grotesque maw that appeared where once was the head of the creature, a shape-shifting shadowy face tore at the fabric of existence. Struggling to get out into the light, it seemed. Twisting, contorting, until suddenly and violently dead-locking its hollow eyes with Paige, sending a shockwave she felt through body and soul.

She now saw them clearly, the eyes of the demon. Bright red and flaring, consuming all her thoughts and vision. She now saw them, in her flesh, as well as in her ethereal existence. Petrifying. Suffocating. Paige felt a strong gale blow right through her, as if her every atom was consumed by this... thing, trying to engulf her. Closer and closer. She felt weak, anguished. So nauseated by the waves and waves of terror, she could not even feel the sharp pains of the animal's piercing pins anymore. It was a battle, and she was losing. Till panic struck in the sudden realization what the demon was doing. Entering the vessel of her body, taking over completely. Leaving her soul to wander eternity aimlessly like itself once did.

Paige's heart thumped violently as adrenaline surged through her body. Then, as if amassing all the energy, power, and vigor she possessed as a living being, she started to glow as a soul, gaining control of her ethereal form. She pounced down from the ceiling nook and lunged herself to the back of the creature. Immediately vanishing in the dark of its being. And there, as the breath before the plunge, she braced herself, and in her dream silently screamed from the top of her lungs:

GET OUT!!!

With those words still ringing in her ears, Paige woke up. The all too known maniacal laughter of the underworld faded in its echoing. With eyes wide open she saw a shadow dash through the bedroom, zig-zagging past the candles, then disappearing in one of the ceiling's dark upper corners. She jerked her head to the left where Sam should be. Where he was. Blissfully sleeping, apparently. Gasping for breath and with her heart still pounding violently in her chest, she had to force her voice out to peep:

"Sam..."

He answered a muffled moan.

Paige paced herself, and hissed a whisper, "Sam, wake up", and, shaking his shoulder, whimpering, "please turn the lights on."

With that, Sam, who's body had been limp asleep while she shook him, froze up in the tightness of resistance.

"No."

Another wave of fear undulated through Paige. Sam's voice was cold and harsh. Yet peculiarly clear. Clear in that way his voice would change from half-drunk half-asleep when they were whispering conversations earlier that night.

"Sam, please..."

He remained unmoving, and his back looked so much broader. As if he had sucked in all the air his lungs could fit, and he spat out the words as if he was choking.

"You shouldn't have feared."

The shadows in the room thickened, like thunderclouds swirling, rolling over each other, closing in toward the bed wherein they lay. Panick-struck, Paige fumbled to find her phone, lying on the bed stand next to her. All the while Sam kept retching words.

"You should not have shown us fear. Not me...", a snakelike hiss, "I despise cowardice." He continued, "Not him...", and following a groan, Sam's voice got louder, to the point of almost shouting, "Now, he knows you are weak, Paige."

"He knows you're a target."

A roar:

"And that's exactly what you'll forever be!"

Paige turned 'round and pressed the button of her phone's flashlight, illuminating the room with its harsh light, yet in that she found herself staring directly into the pitch-black of Sam's eyes. Sam, who had turned around and now lay with his hand supporting his head. Grinning. For a second she froze, seeing those eyes. Yet it was not the first time she had seen them. They were like the shark's, pools of the merciless empty, and in that she understood Sam's true predatory nature.

She leapt out of the bed, flashing the light of her phone through the near impenetrable thickness of the darkened fog around her. Then, thinking on her feet, jolted across the room to reach the window. Something inside her screamed she had to open it. Let fresh air in. Air. She grabbed the French window's handles and pulled on them, all the while hearing the two demons' maniacal laughter, gaining in loudness and penetrating her mind again. Finally, the window's panels flew open and a strong gale came washing in. Paige did not look back, agilely climbed on the sill, and in a fit of fear and insanity promptly plummeted toward her redemption.

With a shock Paige woke. This time for real. She knew because their bedroom never had French windows, but tilt and turn windows, and she was directly looking at them, awash in light as she had instinctively pressed the light-switch next to her side of the bed. She turned back, toward Sam, who had woken up and looked at her sleepy-faced. Kind eyes. Normal eyes. Needing little more than a half, still adjusting to the light, look to open his arms for Paige, taking her in a warm embrace.

"Bad dream?", he sighed, softly kissing her cheek. Caressing her back as she drove her face into his neck. She whimpered softly in his arms, softly shuddering in release of emotion. He lulled, "Shh, it was just a dream." Then, hugging her more tightly, "damn, that must have been a wild one."

"I'll hold you."

The light-switch on his side clicked.

"You can tell me all about it tomorrow."

As her heart paced itself, and her breaths returned deep and normal, Paige was awash in relief. The power of the nightmare already faded within her, so much that she even rolled her eyes at her first thoughts beholding their old alarm clock, and the violent orange light of its numbers displaying 3:33 AM. Instead, she kissed Sam's neck, and welcomed the fact that the hand caressing her back had already trailed down to find her butt, and was teasingly squeezing her.

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marvelmymarvel · 6 years ago

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Feathers and Daydreams

Keigo Takami x Reader

Synopsis: The size of the penthouse was shocking and finding his feather only made your imagination run wild. What would your future be like? Would you forever find feathers on the floor?

Disclaimer: The image is NOT mine. He just looks so pretty I couldn’t resist

Your footsteps were silent as you made your way through the penthouse. Keigo was summoned on your guys' day off, but that's what it meant to be the number two hero, Although, the size of the penthouse was definitely a plus. While he may not be able to enjoy it, why couldn’t you? Your fingers danced along the walls of the hallway you found, fighting the urge to panic as you were most certainly lost. This was truly the first time you got to explore more than just the living room, kitchen, and bedroom. After all, you didn’t really need to go anywhere else.

Your eyes caught something red in the middle of the hallway, causing you to stop in your tracks. A smile formed on your face as you realized what it was, his feather. Bending down, you picked up the silky feather, running it between your fingers while mentally remembering its shape. It got lonely sometimes when he wasn’t around, it was even worse when you were stuck in your tiny apartment compared to this huge one. The size of his penthouse allowed your mind to wander and imagine.

God did you love when you could imagine your future with Keigo.

Little feet sprinting ontop of the dark wood as the tiny children ran to meet their father at the door. The way their laughter would bounce off the walls as he chased them down the long hallways. Your fingers still played with the feather as your thoughts made you warm inside, you loved this man. You didn’t realize you were still standing in the middle of the hallway until you heard a voice being cleared behind you.

Jumping, you turned swiftly, hands raised and quirk activated. Your smile grew as you lowered your hands, “Get lost again?” his warm voice caused shivers to go down your spine as you fought the urge to cuddle him to death. “Yeah” you breathed out, still twirling the bright red feather in your fingers. He stared at you with a lazy grin before letting his eyes fall to your hands. “I see you found one of my feathers... Sorry about that... They tend to fall out when they are loose-”

“No apologies Kei... I-I um...” you began, hoping to calm his embarrassed gaze but the thought of you overstepping took over, stopping your words in their tracks. You tried again, stuttering as you looked down at the silky feather. God, did you screw this up? Was this the same as him stealing one of your used panties? You stopped your pathetic explanations and shot your arm out, signaling for him to take the feather back. You never once looked up from your feet in fear of seeing his face full of disgust.

But it just held a smile.

“Keep it cupcake” your eyes shot up to his causing your heart to flutter at the mere sight of him. He was happy, happy that you liked his feather so much that it caused you to daydream for a minute or two. Granted, you didn’t know that he was watching you as you imagined things, but that feather seemed to put you at ease. Ease that he wished he could give you forever, even when he was away. You nodded, a small smile playing at your lips as you looked back at the red object, mentally promising yourself that you would keep it safe. The silence surrounded you both once more but he wanted to hear your voice.

“What were you dreaming about?”

You looked up at him softly, confusion evident on your face as you drank in his question. “Just now... Before I said something. You were holding the feather and stared off into space... So-” he began as he stepped forward, slightly towering over you as he took in your deep blush. You knew where this was going.

“What were you dreaming about?”

His voice was soft yet demanding as he cupped your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look at him and stay there. He licked his lips at the sight of you. Your eyes were dancing around as your blush spread to your neck, embarrassed at the thought of telling him what you envisioned. What you wanted. You two had been dating for a while, but you wanted to take things slow. It was only just recently brought up about you moving into the penthouse, so was your imagination going too far? “Y/n” he cooed causing your eyes to snap back to his golden ones. Instinctively, you leaned into his body, allowing his scent and aura to encapsulate you in everything that you loved. His wings wrapped around you, subconsciously protecting you from all of your negative thoughts that he knew made you afraid of him. Afraid of rejection, as if he wouldn’t do anything for you.

“I-I was... Um... I don't know. I guess I was d-dreaming about our future...” you tied to sound firm, but you knew he saw through it as he cocked his head. Why were you so afraid of that? “Our future? Nothing more to that?” he purred as he let his fingers dance along your neck only causing you to lean into them with a deep croon flowing from your throat. He knew what he did to you and he knew what you wanted.

But he wanted to hear it.

“I mean... You know how futures go. There's marriage, honeymoons, vacations... Kids” you started strong but died off at the final part, he never mentioned wanting kids and you were afraid it would turn him off. “Do you think I don't want kids with you?” his voice was stronger than yours, signaling that he was about to rant at you. He hated your inner demons, the ones that told you he didn’t want you. “You never mentioned kids in general Kei-”

“Oh, darling. I want as many kids as you can give me”

Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes widened in surprise. “I’m sorry... As many as I can give you?” He let out an airy chuckle before bringing your body in for a full-on hug, your poor frame was shaking so hard from the adrenaline going through you. He just wanted an answer.

He just wanted to know if you felt the same way.

“Or as many as you want. However, I want you to understand that I want that too and I want it with you” he stated firmly as his hands trailed up and down your spine, sending a calming shockwave throughout your body. Instincticitvley, you wrapped your arms around his torso before burying your head in his neck. You may get lost in his penthouse now, but you would soon learn it like the back of your hand. This would be your future, your dreams would come true. The feather fell from your fingers as you clutched onto his jacket. You had promised to take care of that one, but it wouldn’t be the last one. You knew there would be more feathers to find and more daydreams to create.

And you couldn’t wait.

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Forgiven, Ch 1

This is the start of my post-forsaken healing fic; also on Ao3 :)

Mover…

…

Mover…!

Nissa awoke to a voice beyond worlds.

A blanket slipped from her shoulders as she half-rose from her cot, and she shuddered, wracked by a chill. Morning mist, sunlit and slow, drifted into her small tent; she’d slept later than she meant to.

Something is stirring in the waters.

A voice from an unseen speaker wasn’t particularly unusual in of itself. Nissa had heard the voice of Zendikar in her dreams and in the waking world for years, and ever since sparking she’d discovered a dozen ways a world might speak. Still, so few of them used words the way Emrakul did.

Mover, the pieces of the others have been disturbed. What remains of my companions are coming this way.

Nissa took a half-second to process what the voice had said, then leapt up from her cot.

The tent flap gave way to a small copse of trees, surrounded by rolling hills to one side, and wetlands to the other. Off to the southeast, the high, sagging shape of the Sea Wall loomed.

The south; they’re coming from the south.

“I could have guessed that,” Nissa muttered. Even without Emrakul whispering from inside her skull, the approaching spawn would have been impossible to ignore. Despite their reduced numbers and coordination, they still made Zendikar’s leylines itch like a rash. A rash that that was festering badly in the direction of the Halimar inland sea.

Nissa started off at a sprint, stopping only long enough to stoop and collect her staff. She preferred to camp a distance from the other Zendikari, who were working on the restoration of the Gate and the surrounding land. It meant peaceful nights, but now left her a good mile from the source of the itch, and a whole ruined city full of potential victims.

Boom

Nissa stumbled, but her momentum carried her forward in a rapid clip of flailing steps. Something in the direction of Sea Gate had made a sound like a small explosion. Nissa couldn’t feel any distinct disturbance in the leylines to accompany the sound, but the source, whatever it was, sent tremors through the air.

Nissa mounted a shattered hillside, still riddled with the bismuth scars of Kozilek’s passage. The ground beyond writhed. In the distance, pouring across the landscape from the direction of the sea, a horde of smaller eldrazi and spawn squirmed. Like a carpet of maggots they poured over the rolling ground. The biggest came no higher than Nissa’s waist, but she hadn’t seen such a large gathering of the creatures since before she’d bound Kozilek and Ulamog to the plane.

Since before they had burned.

Speeding down the hill, Nissa reached out to Zendikar, calling for a soul beneath the grasses.

The ground ahead shifted. A trio of saplings bent toward the earth, then shot back up, dragging gouts of dirt along with them. Stone and roots laced through the soil, forming tendons and limbs as a broad-chested figure of wood and earth burst from the hillside to join Nissa at a run.

Ashaya. Nissa’s elemental ally.

Danger. Ashaya spoke the thought not through words, but through the feelings of the land. Danger ahead.

Nissa grabbed Ashaya’s arm, and the elemental swung her up and onto its shoulder, just as they met the front wave of Eldrazi. Several tried to scale Ashaya immediately, and the elemental pounded them back into the turf with root-woven fists. Another Eldrazi leapt over the blows, and made it to Ashaya’s chest before Nissa split its skull with her sword.

Emrakul made sound like a sigh, full of irritation. Nissa ignored it.

The eldrazi's corpse dropped to the ground, and Nissa braced herself for a second attack. None came. All around her, eldrazi were streaming past, ignoring her and Ashaya, except to duck out of the way of the elemental’s massive fists. The horde of spawn scampered off further north, seemingly uninterested in anything but getting away from the inland sea.

Nissa watched, dumbfounded. There were no occupied settlements in the immediate path of the swarm, and, given their past behaviour, the sheer concentration of living targets back at Sea Gate should have been the greatest draw. So why…?

Another boom shook the air, and Nissa jolted back around to face the Wall.

Something was falling...no...flying, straight towards the ground at an angle. Right below the flying speck, something else, trailing a thin line of...smoke? Rising to meet it, clear against the blue sky.

The two objects collided.

The sound was not deafening by any means, but the sea gate was far away, and even without touching the leylines, Nissa could feel a shockwave. Just a bare whisper of a breeze, but that was from almost a mile out.

Danger.

Nissa nodded, and Ashaya lumbered forward, ignoring the thinning rush of Eldrazi swarm around. They ignored Ashaya in turn.

Our pieces do not flee easily.

Nissa just grunted in response.

There is danger in whatever lies ahead.

“There are lives in danger up ahead,” Nissa hissed.

There are. It is, of course, your prerogative to see them safe.

“Well, thank you for that.” Nissa lay a hand on Ashaya’s shoulder, and the elemental picked up speed. Ashaya’s pace was more ponderous, but its strides were long enough that it covered the ground in half the time it would have taken Nissa, and let her catch her breath.

The ground Nissa passed was a patchwork of desiccated earth and darker, greener patches of tall grass and sapling trees. She’d spent the better part of the last month working around the inland sea, helping to replenish the land the city’s inhabitants depended on. Working life back into the plane. Certain stretches of Zendikar were responding frustratingly slowly to the rehabilitation efforts, but Nissa dashed across far fewer spots of dusty grass and twisted, rainbow-hued stone than she would have a week prior.

Boom.

The objects in the sky collided again. And again. Sometimes the sound was near deafening, and sometimes they seemed to collide and separate with no sound at all. They weaved among the hedrons and close enough the to Sea Gate to make Nissa flinch. Ashaya continued on without pause, its own footfalls shaking the earth.

As she approached the Sea Wall, Nissa could make out the objects more clearly. They were figures, humanoid and thin, clashing in mid-air with weapons drawn.

“SORIN!”

A scream from above echoed off the hedrons and across the hills. It had come, unmistakably, from one of the figures. Sure enough, as Ashaya neared the wall, Nissa recognized the black attire and pale color of Sorin, her ally and antagonist of adventures past, grimly crossing swords with a kor who Nissa was sure she recognized from somewhere-

The binders.

There was neither inflection nor increased intensity to Emrakul’s sudden exclamation, but there was an edge, in the same way a knife slicing across your ear had an edge.

A massive crowd had pooled out about the base of the Sea Wall, with many more figures pouring out from the ladders and exits carved into the stone. Refugees. Builders. Warriors. Children. Some who were a mix of all these. Faces turned up to the top of the wall in fear and panic.

“What are you going to do about this??”

A kor, long-bearded and bald, was shouting up at another group of figures descending from the top. Vampires, carrying workers and scholars down from the Sea Gate ruins.

“What am I going to do, Munda?” The foremost of the vampires stared down her nose at the kor while she grappled with a pair of panicked goblins, one under each arm. “I’m quite fine where I am, not getting crushed between those maniacs. Why don’t you get up there?”

Drana. Munda. Nissa was glad to see familiar faces. Ashaya ambled over to them.

Munda was waving a hook up in Drana’s direction. “That’s one of your vampires, isn’t it? Take some responsibility!”

“And the other one is a kor, you ass. Are you going to take responsibility for her?”

Munda just grit his teeth.

“Sounds awfully stupid when you put it that way, doesn’t it? That screamer up there isn’t even from here.” Drana paused, and turned toward Nissa, who had pulled up alongside Munda. “But look, we’ve got a slayer of monsters right here at our fingertips.” She gave a bow in the air, dropped the goblins to the grass, and raised a hand up toward the duel. “Worldwaker. More of your alien friends?”

“Nissa.” Munda nodded, voice gentle despite the deep grimace carved into his face.

“What happened?”

Munda waved a hand up toward the sky. “The vampire came out of nowhere just before daybreak. Started pulling spawn out of the sea with some kind of blood magic.”

“Then one of the lithomancers threw herself off the wall like a madwoman,” Drana added. “And turned out to be some kind of stone-flinging demon. They’ve knocked a dozen hedrons out of the sky and blown a new hole in the sea-side of the wall.”

“Why isn’t anyone trying to stop them?” Nissa flinched as the flying kor screamed Sorin’s name again. “What if they bring down the rest of Sea Gate?”

“That is why we evacuated the city,” Drana hissed, gesturing towards the workers, all still eyeing the sky nervously. They were standing in the shadow of the wall, with the sea on the opposite side, and the fight was mostly out of sight.

“They’re too high up,” Munda grunted. Most of the warriors here are just standing useless on the ground, and...well there aren’t enough of our flying allies on hand to deal with...that.”

O n cue, a chunk of the white marble flew off the top of Sea Gate , and arced toward the ground. Drana and her companions moved immediately to intercept it, but the rock reversed course in mid-air and sh o t back up over the other side of the wall.

“Lithomancer,” Munda muttered. “She’ll tear the wall apart if this goes on too long.”

Ashaya was already pounding toward to the wall, Nissa crouched and tensed on its back. With a thought and pulse of green mana she drew up the earthworks around the wall into a ramp, and Ashaya sprinted up the steepening slope, roots digging into the dirt until it was running near perpendicular to the ground.

Nissa scrambled onto Ashaya’s chest, and leapt. Ashaya stretched out, and vines shot skyward from its hands and face, snagging onto pits and holes left in the stone by the eldrazi.

Nissa climbed up this makeshift ladder, from vine to vine, from handhold to handhold. Large portions of the wall were pitted where impacts had broken the rocks, and other sections were still twisted from the blows Kozilek had dealt to the structure. The stone was cool and rough under her palm, and tore at Nissa’s skin. She left small handprints of blood on battlements as she vaulted over the top of the wall.

Though shattered, remnants of the city of Sea Gate still stood in places, a testament to the endurance of the Zendikari on their turbulent world. Among the pitted flagstones and crumbled structures there still stood towers from before the emergence, and hastily-abandoned tents of the rebuilders.

Fire pits squatted everywhere along the wall, smoldering and abandoned. A guard dog barked somewhere out of sight. Dwellings in various states of demolition and repair loomed above Nissa as she strode forward toward the water.

The entire sea spread out beyond the far side of the wall, sapphire-blue and melting into the sky at the horizon, where the sun welded water and air together in white rays of the rising sun. The waters had been slow in returning to the basin, but the Noyan Dar and his roilmages had helped coax the sea back into the void left by the battles with the Eldrazi. From the battlements a whole panorama of hedrons filled the sky and waters, though more than a few had considerable chunks missing from them-

Mover.

A dark shape flew down, inches from Nissa’s face, to descend parallel to the wall. White and dark leather. It must have been Sorin-

Beware the binders, mover.

Nissa flinched back from the battlement just in time to dodge a flurry of stone blades, hot on Sorin’s trail. Half of the sharp swords embedded themselves in the stone. The rest banked in the air like birds, looping in flight before rushing down the sea-side of the wall.

Nissa leapt up on the battlement and peered down toward the waters. The kor was standing with feet planted flat to the stone, body perpendicular to the wall, as if gravity didn’t apply to her. Sorin was flying straight up along the wall, sword outstretched, pointed straight at his foe. The stone blades sped past the kor, down toward Sorin’s face.

With a twist of his body, Sorin spun into the flurry of weapons. His sword knocked each of the blades aside, and he bowled into the Kor, shoulder-first. She put her own sword between them, but Sorin’s momentum carried them both up, and their bodies shot up past the top of the wall. Nissa fell back and rolled into a crouch on the flagstones, watching them rise. She could feel Emrakul observing the fight. Wordless, but with that insistent edge pressing into Nissa’s skull.

Sorin lashed out with a thrust, and the two combatants sprang apart. Each landed heavily to either side of Nissa, maybe thirty yards to the left and the right.

Each rose from a crouch and glared across the wall at each other. If either registered Nissa’s presence, they gave no sign of it.

“Stop this!” Nissa called. “Sorin! The both of you!”

They only roared in response, and charged at each other, blades-first.

“We’re trying to re-build!” Nissa roared. “You need to stop!”

Their feet left the ground. The Kor rocketed forward, a stone sword glowing hot in front of her. The heels of her boots (also stone?) glowed the same. Sorin was flying, sword pulled back for an overhead strike.

Nahiri, Nissa thought, the name coming to her uselessly at that moment. The kor was called Nahiri. She’d been on Ravnica.

Mover. Stop them moving.

Nissa rose.

The fighters converged where Nissa stood with a sound like a thunderclap, and a rush of stone grit.

When the debris settled, their blades had still not met. Nissa clenched Sorin’s wrist in a tight grip, holding it above his head. Nahiri’s sword she had met with her own animist blade, and even now the kor grunted, straining to push Nissa aside.

“Enough! What are you two doing?”

“Elf!” Sorin roared. “Leave! This isn’t your fight!”

“And this isn’t your world, Sorin. Why are you here?”

“Yes, Sorin,” Nahiri hissed, still trying to work her blade past Nissa’s vine-laced sword. “Why are you here? Come to ruin Zendikar a second time? I told you I didn’t want to see your face again.”

Sorin sneered and tried to pull his arm back. Nissa held him fast. He grimaced, let his wrist go limp, and dropped his sword.

Nissa released him.

“If I never have to see you again, Nahiri, it will be too soon.” Sorin adjusted the cuff of his sleeve. “I’ve spent a long time trying to make up for my mistakes with the eldrazi, and I don’t intend to stop just because it irks you.”

“Bull.” Nahiri disengaged with Nissa, letting her own sword to clatter against the ground. She reached into the battlement, her fingers sliding into a suddenly white-hot patch of stone. As she withdrew her hand, a blade slid into being like hot wax poured out into an unseen mold. “It’s been six millennia since you did anything even remotely selfless. Why should I believe you want anything good for my home?”

“I’m not the one pulling it apart piece by piece,” Sorin spat back. “You brought a beast to ravage my home and left me stuck in a rock.”

“You started it.” Nahiri lunged with her new sword. Sorin responded in kind, unarmed. This time, Nissa didn’t move a muscle to stop them.

Instead, Ashaya struck.

Nissa had left the elemental lurking just out of sight behind the rubble of a shattered tower. With a thought from Nissa, Ashaya split in two and flowed forward like twin vipers, each half engulfing one of the two duelists in vines and dirt. Sorin and Nahiri roared in protest as vines lashed them in place onto living mounds of root and earth.

“Now you’re both stuck,” Nissa sighed. She looked between them, each suspended several feet off the ground. “And we will stay here until I am convinced you won’t do more harm if I let you free.”

“Why would I harm Zendikar?” Nahiri roared. “I’ve been protecting this plane – I’ve protected it for centuries longer than you’ve been alive!” She pulled against the vines, but they held fast.

“You’re harming rebuilding efforts right now.” Nissa pointed to the crowd on the ground below. “Look at them. Terrified. We’ve just fought off two eldrazi. Please don’t make us fight you as well.”

“I...I...” Nahiri grit here teeth. Her voice broke with the strain, and she hung her head. “I just want to help. This is my home.”

“Then help. It’s my home too.” Nissa spread her arms at her side. “And the home of all those people down there, frightened for their lives. If you say you want to help, join us. We need to heal now, not fight.”

“Not with him here.” Nahiri glared past Nissa, at Sorin. “I gave him a chance to help me, and he stuck me in a damned void full of demons. He was ready to let our home die.”

Nissa spared a glance and a raised eyebrow in Sorin’s direction. He looked away.

She sighed, reached out to the pillar that held Nahiri. The vines loosened, and the pillar slanted, so that Nahiri slid gently to a crouch on the stone.

“He did come back.” Nissa knelt and put a hand on Nahiri’s shoulder, to keep her from rising and attacking Sorin. “He came back to try and keep them sealed. He was cruel and callous in his execution,” Nissa added with a small scowl, “But he wants the multiverse to be safe, just as we do...even if he didn’t go about it the right way.”

Nahiri’s eyes flickered from Nissa to Sorin. Her shoulder muscles remained tensed, but she didn’t make any move to rise.

“I broke the last hedron holding the eldrazi back. Before that, three others loosened the magic that held them imprisoned. They were fooled into fighting one another at Akoum by Bolas.”

Nahiri’s eyes narrowed. She started to say something, but Nissa pushed herself to keep talking.

“I had a part in it. We were, many of us, duped and bullied into letting loose the titans on Zendikar. If you wish to be angry with anyone, be angry with me as well. I deserve some part of your bitterness, but I promise I will keep doing what I can to make our home whole again.”

“As will Sorin,” she added, throwing a look over her shoulder. He met her eyes this time, and didn’t glare.

“You?” Nahiri’s whisper was angry, but horse. Weary.

“Me.” Nissa could feel Nahiri’s heaving breath shudder through her shoulder. “I doomed millions by misjudgment, just as surely as you doomed thousands with your vengeance, and Sorin doomed just as many by his negligence.” Nissa pursed her lips, then added, “Please don’t make the same mistake again. I don’t want to see any more of us tear our worlds apart with rash choices.”

Nahiri nodded, slow, brow furrowed. She opened her mouth, closed it slowly, then burst into sobs.

Each cry was dry, coarse, and long, and her face contorted into a different sort of grimace. Nissa almost withdrew her hand, but that didn’t seem like the right thing to do. It wasn’t what Gideon would have done, at least with someone who needed comfort.

Nahiri looked as though she needed comfort.

“Every hand is welcome if it means to heal our world.” Nissa murmured in her ear, gently. “We can send him somewhere else. Ondu needs help just as much as Tazeem does.”

“No!” Nahiri started, and leapt to her feet. Nissa let her rise, but kept a hand on the kor's shoulder.

“I...if he has to stay, I want him where I can keep my eye on him.” She glared through her tears, but did not make to attack Sorin.

Nissa released Nahiri’s shoulder. Her palm was sweating under her glove, and her stomach felt scratchy with discomfort from the touch.

Sorin coughed, and nodded at his own bindings. “Do you think…?”

Nissa gave a mental nod to Ashaya, and the column of dirt collapsed around Sorin. Soil flowed down his hair and clothes, and he had to shrug off the vines that now hung slack around his shoulders.

“Lovely,” he grunted. “You’d think killing my entire family would be vengeance enough, but I can’t even offer-”

Nahiri growled, and Nissa shot an angry glare toward Sorin. He shut his mouth, the rest of his words unsaid.

“Why are you here?” Nissa tapped her staff to the ground, and Ashaya pulled itself together from the debris on the flagstones, looming just over Sorin’s shoulder. He eyed it warily, but made no move to pick up his sword. “How specifically did you plan to help?”

Sorin’s lip curled. “However. Wherever.” He turner, looking at his sword, though he made no move to pick it up. “I…my plans for assisting are fluid.”

“Don’t you have your own plane to clean up?”

Clean up ?

Nissa winced. The edge was pressing insistently on her mind. She slowed her breathing, and it eased by degrees.

“I’ve done what I can for Innistrad.” Sorin fidgeted with the collar of his jacket, then, with a grunt, peeled it off entirely. Dirt fell in a small shower from the folds of leather, and rolled along the stones to rejoin with Ashaya. “My family is gone. My angels are almost completely annihilated, and the ones that remain, Sigarda’s host, want nothing to do with me. The Voldarens and the Falkenraths have put out a bounty-”

“I didn’t ask.”

Sorin scowled. “ And I’m not asking permission. There are still eldrazi here, and more corners to this plane than its inhabitants can comb. I can root them out. I can help.”

Nissa put her staff between Sorin and herself. “I’m not convinced the hurt you cause by being here is worth your help.”

Dark eyes stared back at Nissa, but Sorin said nothing. They stood there for almost a full minute, eyes locked, until Nissa’s stomach started to feel scratchy again.

Thankfully, Sorin dropped his gaze first, And Nissa turned away to attend to Nahiri.

“It’s because I didn’t act.”

Nissa turned on her heels. “What?”

“Everything...the eldrazi, Zendikar, Innistrad...the dragon, Bolas. I left my allies and shut myself up on one world.” Sorin knelt and picked up his sword. “Centuries I wasted while worlds were destroyed, and I thought I could keep one of them safe by ignoring it all. I can’t go back to living like that. I won’t make that mistake again.”

His face was set, and Nissa couldn’t deny the conviction of his words. But most of all, standing there covered in dirt, his armor battle-worn and shoulders slumped, he looked sad. Pitiful and alone.

“My homeworld is not here for your catharsis, Sorin,” Nahiri didn’t make any move against Sorin, but he couldn’t have missed the glowing spots in the stone at her feet. “It’s not here to make you feel better about your...your failures.”

Sorin opened his mouth to argue, but not a word came out. He bit down on his lip and looked away, out toward the sea.

“I agree.” Nissa tapped her staff on the flagstones for emphasis. “This is a serious matter for us, and even more so for the Zendikari who have no world but this.”

Sorin’s lips pursed.

“But I’ve never known Sorin to be anything other than serious.” Nissa gave Nahiri as gentle a look as she could muster. “I’m sure your experience with him has been the same. He will serve at our direction, and when he fails to do so, he will be made to leave.” She turned to stare Sorin down as she said that last, waiting until he met her eyes. He did so after a minute, but only held Nissa’s gaze a moment before turning to Nahiri. They watched each other with apprehension, and something else Nissa couldn’t quite place.

“We were friends once,” Sorin said at last. “I don’t imagine we can ever be again, but you know we can accomplish much if we cooperate. You have my word you will have my cooperation.”

Nahiri didn’t respond. Didn’t even nod. She just stood, turned, and walked off toward the largest shattered section of the gate. Loose chunks of stone from atop the wall rose up in her wake and followed after her, glowing faintly with a growing heat.

The other two watched her as the stones came together, sealing shattered sections of wall and filling in small sections of the gaping wounds in the flagstones. Nissa let out a breath, louder than she would have liked, and leaned against the re-formed Ashaya.

“How can I help?” Sorin asked, softly. He had folded up his jacket and set it aside on the parapet. “I’m not quite the mason our lithomancer is, but I can swing a hammer.”

“You’ll start by helping bring the workers and refugees back into their city.” Nissa kept her face turned away. There would be lots of talking today, and the less she had to look at anyone just then, the better. “Then you will follow me to the northwest. Your fight sent a small army of Eldrazi spawn tearing across the countryside. Less trouble for the builders here, I suppose, but more danger for anyone north of us not expecting it. You’ll come with me and we’ll eliminate the swarm before they do too much damage. You get to help, and someone keeps an eye on you. Problems solved.”

Nissa looked around at the surrounding Sea-gate. Shattered towers. A gaping pit in the middle of the city. Yet among the ruin sprouted tents and small structures, new in their construction.

“We’ll remain for the day,” She decided. The swarm is directionless now, and I’m done chasing after things to kill at the expense of helping recovery efforts.”

They’re just pieces, Emrakul was chided, gently . Wi th their movers destroyed, they’re beneath your notice. Fire has burned away what made them formidable.

Nissa closed her eyes, teeth grit in frustration. A chill rocked her shoulders, and she grabbed at her arm, involuntarily.

“Is something the matter?” Sorin ventured.

“Nothing, just cold.”

“If you say so.”

A silence passed between them, and Nissa suddenly wished herself far away. Somewhere where there was ground to be tended. Somewhere peaceful. Somewhere not so crowded...

“You didn’t have to take so much blame,” Sorin muttered. “For the titans coming free. Like you say, my approach could have been….could have been better.”

“I know you don’t think me blameless,” Nissa returned, quietly. She let her eyelids slide open. Nahiri was staring at her from distance, stones still whirling around her. There was a different look on her face. Not angry, but intense. Suspicious?

“I don’t. Still.” Sorin slid his sword back into its scabbard. “I appreciate you speaking with her.”

“We have to start healing at some point,” Nissa sighed. “I’m going to tell the others their home is safe again. Don’t do anything to prove me wrong in the meantime.”

* * *

Most of the zendikari were happy to return to work and to their homes once the fight had settled down. Others required at least a little prompting to re-ascend the wall; thankfully Drana and Munda were both naturals when it came to corralling crowds.

“Most of the warm bloods have gotten used to us,” Drana sighed with a long sniff of the air, after her fourth trip ferrying goblin masons up the wall. “But they still move a little faster if you flash a fang at them now and again,” she added, giving Nissa a smirk and a wink.

Nahiri’s talents proved a great boon through the day’s labor, even among the other lithomancers on hand. The eldrazi attacks had left the inner structures of Sea Gate filled with tons of rubble, which kicked up large choking clouds of dust whenever the restoration workers shifted a pile. Nahiri was able to shape many of the larger pieces into construction-usable blocks and move them to where they were needed without disturbing the precariously damaged walls.

Sorin worked slower, but steadily, helping the other vampires carry workers and building materials from site to site along the wall. He took orders and gave responses with visible irritation, but made no open complaint.

Nissa kept a n eye on both her fellow planeswalkers while she tended to what matters she could atop the wall. The scarred hills and woods beyond called to her, but there were plenty of gardens that needed tending in the city. So she filled stone trenches with soil to grow fruit and vegetables for the citizens while the fields were un-fallowed, and coaxed the roots of trees transplanted up onto the streets of Sea Gate , to add a bit of green and lift the zendikari spirits.

At regular intervals, spotters along the inside of the gate reported more smaller eldrazi and spawn fleeing the sea. Few enough for archers to dispatch from the wall, or for the warriors assisting reconstruction at the base to slay with relatively little danger to themselves. The spawn seemed undirected and attacked like wounded animals now, instead of unfathomable predators.

Not even pieces any more. Limbs of pieces of limbs. Emrakul shuddered, ever so slightly, every time spawn emerged and perished. Fingers full of firing nerves, no longer part of any body.

Nissa took a rest from the trees to sit, nodding absently to the titan’s words. Emrakul never sounded anything Nissa would call sad in her mind, but it was full of a kind of regret. But what was there to say? There was no apology to give something that had caused so much death, no matter its intentions.

“What do you want?” Nissa asked suddenly, surprising herself as much as the nearby workers, thinking they were being addressed out of nowhere. “From the people here? From the people of Innistrad? The reactions haven’t been anything you wanted on any world, so why keep doing what you do?”

I do not want. I expect. Worlds could be so much better than they are, and yet-

“Is she talking to you?”

Nissa snapped her head up. Nahiri was standing over her, hands on her hips.

“What do you-”

“Emrakul.” Nahiri leaned over Nissa, her face uncomfortably close. “You heard her too. When you were speaking with Sorin. She didn’t like whatever he said.” Nahiri paused, pursing her lips. “She’s not shy about sharing her opinion.”

“No. No, she isn’t” Nissa sighed, and buried her face in her hands. “She’s in your head too?”

“Not as much as she’d like to be.” Nahiri grit her teeth. “I hadn’t expected to move an eldrazi from one world to another without a few scars, I just didn’t expect she would be the scar.”

“It was you, wasn’t it?” Nissa tried to keep the edge out of her voice. “Innistrad? Was that your choice or hers?”

Nahiri pursed her lips.

Nissa pressed on. “It’s too much a coincidence that Emrakul would target Sorin’s world right after yours. Not out of an infinite multiverse. And she’s not the vindictive type.”

“I am.”

“So that was all you?” Nissa stood, staring up into the leaves overhead. “Not her whispering?”

“I thought you said you didn’t think she was vindictive”

I’m not

“I don’t, I just...when did she start whispering? Did you...did it ever make you feel like you weren’t yourself? Like you were acting in a way-”

“It was all me,” Nahiri cut in. “I’m too strong for some beast in my brain to make me do anything I don’t want to do, and I’m not such a coward that I won’t accept responsibility for my mistakes.”

“So it was a mistake.”

“Yes. I’m not a-” Nahiri clenched her jaw, and stared off inland. “I’m not so blinded by anger that I don’t recognize monstrous behavior.”

“I don’t mean to judge,” Nissa offered, quietly. “It’s just...reassuring to hear regret, I suppose.”

“It doesn’t matter what I regret, just what I do.” Nahiri’s arms fell to her side. Her fingers were fidgeting. “And what I don’t do.”

“Like spreading eldrazi through the multiverse.”

“Sure. Things like that.”

They fell silent. Nahiri looked over the edge of the battlement. “Still. Less of her and...the others in our world.” Nissa followed Nahiri’s gaze. A pair of merfolk spearmen were stabbing a tiger-sized spawn.

“I can’t complain about that part,” Nissa whispered.

“And Emrakul?” Nahiri nodded her chin at the merfolk. “Does she complain about that?”

“She doesn’t seem to mind the smaller broods dying. Not as much as I would have guessed, if you’d asked me a year ago. I’m taking Sorin to kill the swarm that poured out of the basin tomorrow, so if she has any lingering issues with us killing the spawn, she’d better speak up now.”

I know you are both ignoring me, as is your prerogative, mover. I do not care, though it seems the kind of thing you wouldn’t do with any of your fellow creature of the flesh.

“You’re taking Sorin?” Nahiri cast about looking for the vampire. He was hovering about the base of the new lighthouse, helping hoist goblin masons up above the structure for a better view. “Out into Tazeem?”

“Yes.”

‘Rude’ is what you would call it, I believe.

“I’m coming with you!” Nahiri’s brow furrowed. “I – just in case.”

Nissa looked around at the shattered sea-gate. “They could use your stone-shaping here.”

“There’s plenty of lithomancers on hand here. I told you, I want to keep an eye on him.”

Sorin just nodded when Nissa informed him of Nahiri’s intentions.

“Fine by me,” He said, low. “Whatever you both want.”

***

That was impressive today, with the binders.

Nissa didn’t react to Emrakul’s whisper, except to sigh just a little louder as she collapsed on her cot, now only a half-mile from the gate. Her days usually ended with the satisfying exhaustion of accomplishment since beginning restoration work, but the interaction with Sorin and Nahiri was tiring in a way she felt no gratification for. Tiring in a way that only other people could be.

At any rate, she was too tired to have a proper conversation with Emrakul. Not that that seemed to stop whatever part of the titan that took up residence in her head from understanding what she was thinking.

You could use your words as effectively with the burner, if you wished.

Nissa pursed her lips.

That’s up to you of course. There was a brief silence. If nothing else, Emrakul was getting better at figuring out when Nissa needed to sleep. Would you like me to keep her from your dreams again tonight, mover?

Nissa rolled over, half burying her face against the cot. She gave her head the barest nod. Emrakul didn’t say anything further.

The silence and the soft pulse of the wind outside were eased the pounding in Nissa’s head. The blanket pulled around her shoulders felt like a balm against her skin. There was still the ever-present chill, but she was getting used to that.

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