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osleeplessflowero · 23 days ago

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Warning for Graphic Violence, Dehumanization (not from Him), Mass Murder

Reader is implied to be pretty much anything that doesn't qualify as a Monster here.

Rage.

All you feel is boiling, burning rage.

Your eyes scan the crowd of furious townsfolk before you, filled with an almost matching fury as you stare every last one of them down. Your body aches from how tightly the ropes bind you to the stake, denying you the freedom you rightfully deserve. You've been bound, forced to do nothing but watch as the townspeople- No. Those aren't people. They are the scum of the earth, doing what they believe is Just. Laughable.

"Traitor", They shout. "A monster here to harm us!" They accuse.

You hadn't wanted to harm anyone. Far from it. You'd only wanted to help others. You'd only wanted to Heal.

And they saw that as a curse. People fear what they do not understand. And as a result, innocent people are hurt.

They tossed you aside. They beat you while you were down. Bound you to cold, hard wood in the center of town for all to see. All to mock, to sneer at. And all you could do in return was stare back. Watching as they cower, afraid of being cursed by your glare alone.

"We have decreed this figure guilty of aiding our enemy with their cursed magic! A friend of theirs will be no friend of ours! We must do what is right and send them back to our maker!" A man stands before you, holding a lit torch up into the air, illuminating his face that'd formerly been obscured by shadow.

The crowd shouts in agreement, eyes trained on the man as he turns back to face you. You open your mouth to speak, but words fail you. Your throat is sore, sore from hours of shouting, pleading your case with no one to listen. No one to help as you suffer, waiting for death to come to you.

He grabs your chin, forcing you to look to the crowd again.

"Look at their eyes! Filled with venom, filled with malice! Evil mustn't be allowed to live in this world!" He shouts, watching the crowd grow even more riled up, eager to watch yet another innocent soul be slain mercilessly. You bite down on his hand as harshly as you can muster, drawing blood as he pulls back with a sneer. "See how magic taints a soul! It corrupts them, makes them lose sight of what's right! No one should be given such power..that belongs to our creators!"

You ignore the dripping blood falling past your mouth, landing on the ground below you. Your eyes focus solely on the torch in his hand, his weapon of choice ready to burn you alive. There's no getting out of this. No alternatives, no way to run. He's going to kill you, and all you can do is sit and watch.

A cloaked figure joins the crowd, their body obscured from view. They lift their head as they look over you, raising a gloved hand to their chin.

"Aiding a Monster like that..aiding our opponents! You may as well proudly declare that you're serving their side!" The man before you waves the torch in his hand around as he speaks, getting his point across to the onlookers observing. "No matter..we will put an end to this right now!"

A grin stretches across the stranger's face, one you seem to catch. Your eyes narrow in confusion, before time seems..to slow down. You can faintly hear the sound of a ticking clock in the background, the crowd suddenly disappearing from your view. You remain still, bound to the wood just as you were, in an empty..black, shadowy void. A figure manifests beside you, his face leaning close enough to whisper.

"Now isn't this..a fascinating discovery." He moves to the opposite side, gently trailing a finger over one of your cheeks. His voice is cold, a chilling sound resonating into the empty darkness; kept only just above a whisper. "A poor soul, charged as if they'd committed the greatest of crimes..all because they wanted to help another. Only able to stand and wait as they are meant to be burned alive, a tragic end to their tale."

You lower your head, staring down at the ground. You don't have the energy to try and hold yourself up any further.

"..However.." He slides before you, an ink puddle taking on the shape of a tall skeleton, looking down and lifting your chin with one of his index fingers. "That doesn't have to be."

"..A monster." Your voice is tired, trembling and exhausted.

"Indeed."

"How..did you sneak your way in here? They would've beheaded you, had they discovered you." You watch his glowing eyelight, a beautiful shade of green illuminating the darkness. An almost hypnotic sight, drawing you in and keeping you held captive.

"When you're a ruler, you pick up on various different tricks.. methods. Ways to maneuver around situations. And yours is quite the predicament indeed."

You narrow your eyes. "What do you want? The moment this..this spell you've cast falls, they'll kill me."

"..Do you want to change your fate?"

Your eyes widen.

"I could sense it, even before I entered this domain." He moves to your side again, whispering into your ear. "Such an overwhelming rage, a fury almost matching my own.. A delicious thing." His eyelight narrows, showcasing his cheshire-like grin. "If I were to aid you..would you like to destroy everything that they have built? Would you like to burn everything to the ground? I can help you do that."

"..And just what would you gain from that?"

"Oh, no no no.." He moves in front of you again, fluid like water shifting in shape. "Think of it..as a matter of entertainment. I want to see just how furious you are."

You avert your gaze from him, but not for long. Never long enough. It's hard to resist the pull luring you to him, like magnets yearning to connect.

"Don't you want to hurt them, just as much as they had hurt you?"

You do.

You want them to hurt. You want them to feel every inch of pain, of betrayal that you felt. You want them to hurt just as you had. You want all of this to end, you want all of them to burn. And at this rate..you couldn't care less what happens afterwards. If your soul is taken..so be it.

"I do."

His grin stretches further as tendrils reach out from behind his back, before one sharpens into a spike-like shape, slashing through your bindings and setting you free. You fall from the pole you were tied to, landing on your knees and staring at your trembling hands, marked by the ropes that had held them down. He kneels to be at your level, raising one of your hands and trailing a magic pattern over it in the shape of an apple.

"Go forth, then. Wreak as much havoc as you see fit."

Pressing a single kiss to your hand to activate his spell, he vanishes as you slowly begin to stand. Time speeds up again, and the illusion around you falls. The townsfolk gasp in horror, backing away from you. The man in front stares at them in confusion, before turning around with frightened eyes. He holds his torch towards you, brows furrowed in anger.

"How..how have you freed yourself? What sorcery have you committed? Have you no shame?!" He shouts, waving his torch in front of himself in a protective manner. "You should accept your fate and die like our creators wish!"

You can feel magic that had been sleeping within you course within your veins, Hot. Boiling. Wriggling and writhing, itching for you to use it. You swore against it after you were caught, fearing the outcome.

You had always used your skills to heal people. To heal the sick, and injured, no matter who they were. You didn't want anyone to hurt as you had.

Magic isn't just one thing. It's something that can be molded, can be changed. It all depends on will, the will of the caster. Of the mage using it, manifesting it with intent.

Tears trail down your cheeks, you do not wipe them away. Never again will you hide how you're feeling. Right now..you're going to show everyone.

Lifting a trembling hand, you point forwards. Right towards the forehead of the man who'd been eager to burn you alive moments ago. He staggers backwards, shouting vulgarities and insults to deter you. As if words matter anymore.

You snap your fingers, only once. Once is all you need, as your magic begins to swarm around you in the color you hold most dear to your heart, reaching forwards like an animal with claws ready to tear apart anything that dares to hurt you again. It swarms him all at once, violently tearing him apart before your eyes. You can only watch, flinching when his blood stains your face as he writhes on the ground in agony. The townsfolk scatter like the rats they are, screaming and spreading mass panic.

No matter. No one is going to leave here alive.

A familiar smile shines amongst the shadowed trees behind you, a figure quickly appearing and disappearing each time you glance over. You pick up the torch still resting in one of the man's arms, tossing it towards the pole you were bound to and starting a much larger fire.

If you are no longer allowed to call this place your home, why should they have that right? Seems only fair.

Your body moves without thinking, reflexively reaching towards whoever's closest and bringing them down. Creating faces of fear you'd never expected to see from the ones you once knew. Your damaged hands wave as is orchestrating the finest symphony, expression cold as you move past waves of bodies.

He follows you from the shadows, raising a hand to his teeth as he drinks in the agony and fear pulsing through the air. He can't quite recall just how long it'd been since he truly feasted like this..Only now realizing just how starved he was.

You continue your massacre, making more careless waves of your hands to bring your opponents down, focused solely on what's in front of you. A state of alarm abruptly floods your senses before you turn back, spotting the remaining villagers' blades being thrown your way..ready to pierce right through your flesh.

One little mishap can't kill you that soon. You're too interesting for that.

He reforms before you, grin wicked as his tentacles rush forwards to wipe the blades away in a singular move. You stare at the King in awe, watching as he turns back to you.

"Would you like to do the honors?"

"..Too tired." You mutter in response, feeling your magic beginning to flicker against your body. He gives you a nod at that, before abruptly turning, reaching forwards and crushing each of the remaining enemies. Observing with a bored expression as their bodies fall to the ground. He rips out their souls, draining what negative energy he can from them before they finally shatter.

Your magic slowly calms, sleeping inside you once more. He reaches over a hand, resting it against your now bloodstained cheek and wiping it away, not seeming to mind staining his glove.

"Utterly delicious..I'll need to see more from you."

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