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After read @c-atm work on chapter 5 of "Dance in the pale moonlight" and see the both of the energy for each other even of been in different places i couldnt resist to draw them both of them with the energic of care and fight for each other
Axl Low manned the bar with as much elegance and care as he did his sickles. Cleaning and polishing the top of the maple structure,making sure the glass mugs were cleared of any dust and sand and that the beer tap was to be worked thoroughly this night. It was a special evening after all.
“Axl Low, The first rounds on me!“
That was three months ago, the battle with Arelis Valentine ending in their victory. It almost hadn’t, they almost lost the chief and his lady, just after him getting her back.
“That was probably the first time anyone saw a true smile from him.“ The time shifter chuckled as he poor himself a mug. Taking a gulp, before breathing out.
“Out of all things to make it to the future, I'm so glad beer was one of them.” Axl exclaimed savoring the taste, when he heard the bell jingled as the top of the bar entrance pushed it.
“You couldn’t wait, Low?”
Axl chuckled as he saw his friend walk towards the bar, Junkyard dog in his left hand and a red and silver hair lady on his right arm. “Just making sure it was up to par, chief.”
Sol grinned as he took his normal seat, the fourth stool one out of nine, a direct shoot to the tap. The woman took the seat next to him, scooting it a little closer.
Axl raised an eyebrow as she gazed at the bounty hunter with adoration, the second one followed when the gear hunter gave her a ‘gentle’ smile.
‘Kind of hard to look gentle with a face and demeanor like Sol’s, at least he’s trying...Failing, but trying’
“Is the first round still on you, chief.”
Sol turned to the english man, giving him a slight nod.” Yeah, yeah.”
“And for you, miss?”
“.I’ll have what you two are having.”
“Three drafts it is.” Axl grabbed two more glass mugs and ran the beer tap into them, filling them just to a slight overflow of foam, never spilling a drop of golden-brown elixir as he placed the mugs before the two. “Cheer, mates” Axl lifted his mug with a chuckle.
“Cheers.” The woman grinned following Axl’s example.
“Tsch” Sol stoically did the same before clinking his mug with theirs.
“So Chief, you’re going to introduce me?” Axl nodded towards Sol’s companion.
“As much times as you looked into my past, you should already know who she is, Low.” The bounty hunter grumbled lightly as he took a swallow of brew, getting an exasperated sigh from Axl.
“Really, you have no manners, Chief.”
“Tsch!”
The woman chuckled at the two antics as she took a sip of the beer.
“Aria...Aria scale”
“Axl low..A pleasure to finally meet the chief’s lady.”.
The smile she gave him was small but warm, gentle, and welcoming. A smile of a good woman. He could see the resemblance between her and the first king's wife, Dizzy.
“Aria Scale..” Sol chuckled “That’s what you going with?”
Aria punched the man beside her in his arm. “That's what I'm trying out, don’t like it?” She grinded her fist on his skin playfully “Thought you would appreciate the musical callback.“ She grinned at his slightly annoyed look.
“Ok, enough.” Sol took her fist off his arm and pulled her close to his face.
Axl was amused as her grin broke Sol perpetual annoyed look into a relaxed smirk.
“It’s charming and you know it.” Aria insisted
“Maybe.” Sol retorted.
“It rolls off the tongue.”
“You damn well do.”
Aria inhaled deeply as she pointed at the now grinning gear, cheeks a bit red as she took another gulp of her beer. “200 years and you’re still a cad when you flirt.”
“It’s charming and you know it.”
Axl laughed quietly as Aria's face showed her inner struggle between kissing the hunter smug face or kicking the hunter smug face. He stopped when he realized the two were taking notice of him.
“I’m sorry,” Axl raised his hand in surrender, his natural grin still on his face, “It’s just, never get to really see this side of the chief.”
“Now that’s an interesting topic” Aria piqued with interest. “What stories can you tell about my monster here.”
Monster..heh” Sol poked her hip. ”I saved you.”
“And He.” Aria pointed to Axl “saved us, right after.” She turned her attention to the blond brit, looking appreciative. “Thank you for that.”
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s not ‘nothing’, Low..” Sol turned his liquor color eyes towards one of the few people he considers a true friend. "You really stuck your neck out and paid a steep price," He lifted his glass in honor of the blonde "I'm grateful."
"To Mr.Low." Aria added, following Sol.
Axl scratched the back of his head as the duo drank to him. "Ah come on, As much time as you put your own hide on the line for the planet, it was about time someone looked out for you."
"I'm glad, you know...That he has a few people who would." Aria spoke with a cheeky tone, her voice a bit muffled by the glass. "With his demeanor and all."
"He can be a bit of a wanker, at times."
"Here, here."
The two clinked their mugs smirking like old friends, to Sol's dismay.
"I think we're gonna get along swimmingly, Mr.Low."
"Oh, of course and please, Aria..It's Axl."
"Axl, it is then."
"Let me top you off before we regale you with tales of your 'monster’ here."
"Please." She handed the mug to Axl who turned to Sol holding his hand out.
"Come on."
"Yeah, definitely gonna need it with you two gossips." Sol smirked as he gave Axl the mug.
Axl snickered as he turned to film the mugs again. "Sol, you remember the hunt in phantom city?"
"Hehe. Yeah.. That was annoying."
"Sure, that's why you're laughing." Axl slid them their mugs, refueled with brew.
"What happened in Phantom City?" Aria arched an eyebrow seeing Sol smirk and chuckle as he took a sip.
"You wanna tell it, Chief?" Axl sipped before looking at his mug. "Damn good."
"You're free to tell, Low..I'll correct you when I need to."
Aria turned attentive towards Axl, excited for the tale."Come on, Axl."
"Alright, so…"
Twenty minutes later, Aria was in tears banging on top of the bar with her fist.
"Oh no! That’s horrible!" Aria howled in pure hilarity.
“We tried to warn him. Well I did.” Axl chortled.”He didn’t want to believe it was a damn doll given a soul..”
“Even less a murdering doll.” Sol added with a smirk.
“So you two just let your friend continue to date her.”
“It didn’t last long, we saw Mito the next day running for his life..What did he call her again.
“His twilight butterfly.” Axl answered with a smirk.
“Though with those limbs coming out her body and the way she was crab walking on the walls. She was definitely more of a black widow….Which is what the bounty called her.”
“My god. “ Aria chuckled. “So what happened then.”
“We were just gonna watch it unfold and step in at the last moment.” Sol answered with a smirk.
“Really?” Aria turned to Axl who nodded.
“He made good bait, and he didn’t want to listen so..” Axl shrugged.
“You two are horrible friends.” She cracked into a fit of laughter
“It didn’t get that far though.” Axl chuckled. “You see, Sol was about to get some breakfast.”
“A Bacon, egg, and provolone cheese sandwich on a raisin roll, light on the mayo...” Sol looked at Axl expectantly.
“Right...That sandwich.” Axl shook his head with a smirk, before taking a gulp. “Anywho. From what the chief told me, because I wasn’t there for this part. Anji ran by turning the corner Sol was at, screaming for help. Now while he was running his ’lady’ shot a spear of silk web at him. The spear missed Anji..and got Sol's left hands and his sandwich.”
Aria turned to Sol, who nodded before taking a drink.
“ I’m just walking out of the inn, finish talking to the receptionist.”
“Flirting you mean.”
“You saw her, Chief.”
“Yeah..,”Sol nodded with a grin,'' I'm not saying anything.”
“Uh-huh.” Aria took a drink side-eying Sol a bit. “ So you walked out after trying to get into the receptionist pants.”
“Skirt...And I did.” Axl gave her a victorious smirk as he lifted his cup. “ But yeah I walked out and got hit with all this heat, like desert heat and this is fall in Phantom city. I’m talking about thirty-five degree weather, as the high. That's normal Phantom city fall.”
Axl took a gulp “ Not this morning...This morning felt like like two fifty. So I turned west, cause that's where the damn heat is coming from. Down the road, a few blocks down..A whole intersection is burnt, melted, blacked..These are streets of marble i’m talking about melted, the air bending..It looked hazy past that point.”
Aria took a gulp looking as Sol who started to laugh lightly as he took a gulp.
“And all I hear is this guy screaming, Pay for my breakfast MITO!” Axl continued as he started to laugh. “ I run down and turn the corner and look like a napalm hit the alley,”
Axl put the mug down before talking with his hands.Shaking them and waving them to emphasize the scene. “I’m talking a completely blackacked alley far as the eye can see, Sol in the middle holding Anji, who somehow did not get burned; by his collarbone shaking him. Pay for my breakfast MITO!”
“What?!” Aria leaned on the bar completely shocked. “What happened to the black widow?”
“ A light Gunflame.” Sol answered easily.
“In other words, She..or what ash was left of her, was in the burnt black.. But wait, I call out to him and he has the audacity to look at me and say…’We're gonna get our bounty payment after breakfast. Go scrape up the east wall.’ ”
“Nohoho OH NO!” Aria laughed as she wiped her eyes.
“Yes! For a breakfast sandwich, can you believe this!” Axl took one last gulp of the beer before he shook his head. “You always seem to eat that sandwich literally every breakfast..you’re not hunting for it, why?.”
“I know why, the big softie.”She turned to Sol before leaning up kissing his cheek. “That’s the breakfast he always made for me during our old days. Actually that's what you made me today.”
Axl eyes widen at that. “Wow..You are a softie.”
“Tsch!” Sol kissed his teeth as he took the last of the beer.
“A good partner would do that to you though.” Axl stated as he took their mugs and fueled them up again. “Make you free to be soft, gentle, kind..While making you better than you ever thought you could be. Enables you to withstand even the most hellish condition.” Axl slid them their mugs of beer before holding his mug up. “You two are those types of partners...So a drink to you chief and to you Aria...Two hundred years apart and you two are still in love with each other.“ Axl gulped the beer taking the whole glass full to the head. With a satisfied breath he smirked at the two holding up the empty glass.
“Good liquor and good love, beautiful things to have in these savage days.”
He was and he was sorry for it, sort of. “That's not talking.”
Connie turned towards him, her nose flared in anger and embarrassment as she watched her familiar shiver, holding back his chuckles.
“How did this happen though?” He snickered, looking at the waist deep, bubble filled room. His lady sat in the center. He couldn't see anything under her neck but he figured her clothes were fully soaked. Her hair stuck to her face and her glasses smudged with a dark bubbly substance.
He thought her adorable.
“I was trying to learn a spell...” She turned away, finding the ceiling much more interesting than Steven’s teasing grin.
“Emphasis on trying, huh?” He leaned on the doorway. “You know water spells aren’t your strong suit, Connie. You’re way too fiery.”
“Well, I wanted to increase my skill set. There’s nothing wrong with that.” She retorted.
“Oh! Of course not.” His voice was full of a faux shock. He gave her a dramatic scoff. “To even dream of hindering and not being supportive of your magical growth, well, that would make me unworthy to be your familiar.” He chuckled before he spoke in his normal tone “Water though? Thought you hated those kinds of spells.”
“I mean...It’s not like that...water spells, they have their uses.” The witch offered coolly. “Even if some are needlessly complex for a small thing” She whispered under her breath.
“So what spells were in the gist of learning? Something useful, I would fathom.”
“Hmm? Uh..”
“From the large result.” He waved his hand as to acknowledge the state of the room. ”Gotta be something for our work. A subduing spell, perhaps?” He gave her a prideful smirk as he popped one of the floating bubbles, the very slight fragrant aroma hitting his nose.
“Uh. yeah.” She nodded in bluff. “A total spell for easy subduing of demons.”
“Really, you must have used a lot of magic to get all this.” Steven grinned. “What’s the name of it?”
“Hmm?” Connie looked at him pointedly as her mind tried to come up with a believable name.
“The name, My lady. The spell’s name, what is it?”
“That’s not important.”
"I think it is, how else can I fulfill my duty as a familiar and help you master this spell."
"Heh-heh. It's ok. No need for that." The witch chuckled bashfully. "Besides I don't recall the name at the moment… Silly me."
The demon hummed in suspicion, before letting out a snicker. "That's fine… It's just this spell.. These bubbles... Look and smell oddly familiar.
"You..You've encountered this spell before?" She asked as dread ran up her spine.
"Encountered...I've performed this spell...quite a bit actually when I was living with the temps." He kissed his teeth, mischievousness radiating off of him as his grin grew. "My Intelligent, beautiful, fiery lady."
Connie grimaced at the teasing yet loving tone. She could feel it coming.
"Why would you need to perform a cleansing spell of this magnitude or at all?"
The embarrassment she felt from his smirk was tangible. "I was trying to do the laundry."
"Laundry?"
She nodded, her face a dark maroon. "You always do the domestic stuff around here...I wanted to take some of the burden off you."
'My wonderful lady.' The demon shook his head , touched at her attention. 'You do know we have both a washer and dryer right?"
"I'm quite aware of that!" She pouted, crossing her arms. "It was too hard to use, that's all."
Steven couldn't disagree, it wasn't your normal washer. " Violet chose it"
"That explains a whole lot, actually. " She sighed. "It's a very temperamental piece of machinery."
"So you tried to use the machine and..
"And it didn't pan out ok!" She interrupted, humiliated. "I took the rest of the clothes…"
"The rest?"
"Let me finish!" she ordered with a strained smile, eyes blazing.." I found a cleansing spell…. And this was the end result..A workshop full of magically produced bubbles and water...A clean failure, so to speak." She sighed as she threw her bare arms up. " You can laugh now. I think I'm gonna drown myself. "
"My lady..My sweet lady." He could stop the chuckles from coming.
"That's it, laugh at my foolishness."
"I'm not. I swear."
"Yeah, sure… Mind helping me with all this then."
"That's what i'm here for."
It took all of two minutes for Steven to clear the room. A simple glow of his eyes and snap of his fingers, and the water started to recede back into the center of the room like running into a drain as the bubbles popped leaving its floral fragrance In the air, revealing Connie’s drenched clothes stuck, slightly shivering form and a small pile of clothes.
It was ten minutes after that, that the two of them were relaxing in the living room. Connie laying back on his lap in a comfy robe, hood up and hiding her face. Trying to drown out his laughing.
“You looked so adorable, the perfect look of abashment and wonder.”
“Come on, don’t tease me, you devil. I tried to do something nice.” She looked up at her demonic love, poking his nose. “ You could give me some credit.”
“Credit?” He kissed her finger tips, causing her to giggle. “ Really, you flooded your workshop and overly drenched our clothes in magic soap suds.” Giving her another kiss on her palm.
“You didn’t mind me being wet and drying was easy enough right, my dapper demon?“ She smiled with a sigh as he kissed her wrist mark.
“I guess.” A kiss upon her forehead. “I did appreciate your attempt, though. My fiery lady.”
“Yeah? Even with how it ended”
He nodded with a smile. “Yeah even with how it ended. You, wet and adorable. Looking completely guilty and out of your element.” He bit his lip to try to keep the laughing down.
“Oh shut up.” She smiled in embarrassment before holding his cheeks and pressing her lips to his
The demon slowly broke the kiss smiling back. “This is not convincing to be quiet, you hot witch.”
“Maybe, I need to get deeper then .”
As they were about to kiss again a voice resounded from the basement.
“WHY IS THERE SMOKING CRATER WHERE THE WASHER AND DRYER SHOULD BE?!!” Violet's voice yelped from below.
“Connie.. You didn’t.” Steven’s cheeks turned pinkish purple as he broke down into giggles for the umpteenth time that day.
“I panicked!”
Is that why you used a spell? You blew up the washer and the dryer!?” He wiped his eyes as he howled in laughter throwing his head back.
“It’s not that funny!” Connie exclaimed as she turned burgundy under her hood and folded her arms.
Steven looked at his lady as he calmed down. Dipping back down smirking.
“What?” Connie accused side-eyeing him.
“I’m so happy to have you, My lady.” He spoke truthfully and full of love at his pouting lady
Connie sighed before giving him a peck snuggling close to him. “You’re lucky I love you.”
"So Seer, How things went?" Steven leaned back in the cushioned crimson marble chair, looking at Garnet from across the table in the center of her workshop. His arms were crossed and while his face was the picture of calm, the reflexively silent snarl from his upper lip left side told a different story.
"It went..Not as smoothly as I hoped." The witch ran a hand through her afro. "That said, there has been some gossip being passed along the magic and demon scene."
Steven said nothing as he folded his hands on top of the table, he nodded for her to continue.
"There's been a demon familiar hunting down and capturing demons for a few months now, indiscriminately. The attacks were random enough in terms of time and place...but their victims were always found in the same way. Completely drained of their magic and spirit, a mangled mess of flesh..and in some cases, their gem dimmed, crushed and powdered over the corpse. "
"That's...horrendous." Steven's face twisted in disgust at the thought of the victims. Pity filled his heart as his hand went towards navel. "For what reason would they need to go that far?"
"To gain infamy, what else?"
Steven groaned as a slightly more demonic and distorted voice chimed through from behind his chair.
"Violet." Garnet greeted evenly as a ghastly more demonic looking version of Steven hovered from behind the chair into her view.
The aptly named specter, chuckled at the tone of the witch "Been a while, Tri-sight. Look up any good lottery numbers, spoil any good movies, give any fortunes that may or may not be beneficial to others."
"Violet." Steven growled. "Now, is not the time for your normal characteristics."
"It's alright Steven. It's just how it is. He's in his right. "
"You're damn right I am." Violet grinned a little more at the small bit of guilt in her voice. "But that can wait for another time."
"I agree." The hybrid offered with a hard exhale from his chest. "Garnet, is he right? They are doing all this for something as foolish as attention." A surge of magic radiated from the demon hybrid at the thought.
"It's a high possibility...though it's more like they wished to be feared." She suggested. "When you asked me to look into the attack and the possibility of any other ones happening in the city, I stumbled upon something that may be related to something I've been looking into previously." She sat up and folded her hands on the table, a slightly cool glare in behind her glasses. " What do you know about puppetry spells?"
"Come on...Don't glare like that, a bewitching beauty should always be smiling, right?"
Connie kissed her teeth at Azurite’s teasing smile. "So, I can assume that was your doing a few days ago?"
"A few days ago?"
Connie ire rose as she watched the demoness playfully tipped her head to the side, as if she was trying to recall an event.
"That was so long ago." Azurite mused, before snapping her fingers, before pointing at the witch. "You're talking about that musical glutton of an annoyance in the middle of the burner street." She chuckled "Sorry, I know It was your demon's prey, but well.I couldn't resist such a fear-filled meal. Besides ” Azurite patted her stomach “Lady’s got to eat right.”
“What are you after?"
"Sheesh..You're really all business..Well except for your hybrid."
Connie snarled as her eyes took on a bit of purple to go with her black. "Keep him out of your mouth." The witch warned.
"Heh, you really are a passionate one."Azurite complimented. "Explains why you are so well versed in fire and offensive artes." She sighed as she crossed her legs. "The hybrid's lucky..His partner is someone who could actually support him in battle. Not a coward like my master-Woah!" Azurite leapt from her perch, dodging a purple fireball from the witch. "Damn," Azurite complained as she watched the metal bar melt "You are quite protective over what's yours, huh? Get me a little jealous, when compared to my master."
"You're complaining all about your partner." Connie observed. "If you're trying to get on my team. I'm not looking for another troublemaker, happy with my current partnership." She gave her a grin that was drenched with danger, before it fell to an even neutral stare. "You said you wanted to talk, but it seems like you're stalling..And you don't seem like a fighter...So," She pointed her index finger at the demon, a flame of purple igniting at the tip. "I'm going to do my job, my real job."
"Hey hey.. hold on.. I really do wanna talk." Azurite lifted her hands up in peace.
"Really, don't have much to say to manic demons. Definitely, one with a stalker complex."
"That was on my master's orders, my human master!"
"You're point?"
"It was supposed to be an offering of affection. A sacrifice of love to you..The one who saved him from death six months ago." Azurite announced dramatically, before she snorted " He's such a fool and a coward, not made for battle, kind of like me." She chuckles " But he does have a vast amount of magic, a vast amount of ambition, has the making of a saboteur and a synergist...Manipulative little man he is...I respect that." She almost voiced in praise.
“I...Have no idea who you are talking about..And you’re officially wasting my time.” Connie answered.
“Then let’s stop wasting time. My master wants your heart...I want your strength.” Azurite clapped her hands and from the shadows more people, like the one before appeared. Soulless and tormented eyes upon neutral line lipped faces. Their clothes torn and ragged with splatters of blood. Bruised and cuts on various places of their bodies. The magic...Azurites magic leaking of them.
“And I am willing to exhaust a lot of my resources to get you.”
.“What did you do to these people?' Connie raged, hand clenched fist as her flame engulfed them.
"Them..I did nothing, but made them my champions." Azurite smirked. "I'm not a fighter, something we both established...So I had to get some protection." She twirled her blue hair around her finger, "Though, the process did break them. That's experimentation for you."
"You…"Connie stepped back, caution and repulsion in her voice. " You brainwashed them?"
Oh..ohoh!" Azurite snickered into her left palm. " No no...Nothing like that...They are quite aware of what they are doing." Azurite's manic and seductive smile nearly split her face. "They just have no control over their lives, period."
"That's..for what reason?!"
Azurite sniffed the air and shivered almost euphorically. "That's why?" She turned to Connie biting her lip. "That emotion...The unsettling weight, the desperate struggle, the chilling grip on your heart and spine…" Azurite gushed. "Fear! The emotion that drives the magic of 'Pale Moonlight!'.
"Puppetry magic...Spells that utilizes the emotions associated with fear as its conduit. It takes away the target reasoning, control, but leave and at times heighten their awareness.”
Steven seemed confused at the prospect.” What..What’s the point of keeping the target aware?”
“To build fear, discord, and agony within the target.” Garnet offered. “It keeps the spell active feeding off the fear of the target.”
“But wouldn’t it be easier to just brainwash them?”
“There's no brainwashing spell, Steven.” Garnet chuckled “The closest one would get is an emotional manipulation spell based on lust and wanton emotions. They are actually much easier to break than puppetry, since they are only used to enhance a target's affection or change the receiver of such.” Garnet sighed “While both spells weaken and burns out after a while, Emotional manipulation spells, unlike puppetry spells leave your soul and mind intact for the most part and the user of the spell has to provide the emotion to keep it intact for long periods, they have to make the love real or at least make their target believe it’s real.”
“It’s not the same for puppetry spells?” Steven inquired.
“It is similar, but a lot more easier.”
“How so?”
“Really?” Violet growled as he folded his arms. “ Imagine being forced to attack and murder your love ones in cold blood in the most brutal way possible...Flesh against your knuckles, blood on your claws..Their screams of confusion and torment as you ended their lives without fail...Without intention..Without any form of reason, you could explain.” He sneered at his fleshy half. “A prisoner in your own mind, literally; not even with the ability to scream and rage... I imagine It’s enough to drive a person to utter despair, for them to willingly give up their sense of self. Anything to rid the guilt of their actions, that load on their psyche.”
“That’s hellish..” Steven revulsed.
“ You won’t hear a disagreement for me” the tri-clops nodded. “The length some would go is just as hellish, even more so at times.” Garnet gave a dead stare at the two. “You were right to be concerned about the city... During my investigation, I found out about a local club being the scene for a massacre.”
“ A demon doing?”
“That or a skillful spell-caster.“ Garnet suggested with a shrug.”The place itself was ransacked like a brawl took place. It still hadn’t been completely cleaned..The bodies were recently removed at the time so they had some lingering emotional and magic signatures.”
“They were all witches and warlocks?” Shock present on the hybrid voice.
“No..but that experience could have opened up their potential to be. Instead.. They were all driven to kill by fear based magic...Or most was,” Garnet folded her arms, “ I have a hunch that at least one or two people walked out of that place.”
“The caster and it’s champion.” Violet concluded. “ Or, puppet would be more appropriate.”
“A testing ground, perhaps?” Steven bit his lip and rubbed his wrist. “It was a testing ground for a wide range puppet spell?” Steven looked towards Garnet .”Is that possible?”
“Most spells like that are single target, but with enough magic and something to use as a transmitter..or amplifier, it’s a possibility..” Garnet eyes widen. “ The disco globe,” she whispered. “ It was doused with magic and while most of it disappeared, it did have some wisp of fear added to it.”
“Which means they could be planning to use this spell on an even larger scale.” Violet surmised. “Maybe even a city wide scale”, Violet kissed his teeth “Ambitious.. I give them that...”
“Don’t.” Garnet warned.
"And someone like that is targeting my lady.” Steven growled as he clenched his fist. His pinkish irises squeezed into pin thin slits and his horns grew a bit more as his magic flared. “ The city is no longer safe. I told her that.” His voice trembled in tandem with his bouncing left leg as his foot caused a small crater the size of his print..
“Steven, calm down.” Garnet eased grabbing the boy's clawed fist.” Connie’s strong enough and smart enough to handle something like this.” she pulled her down her glasses revealing her three eyes. “ I assure you.”
“Ok I had enough of your master madness.”The witch ground her feet into the sand as she took her ready stance.
"You think i’m doing this for him?,” Azurite gave a murderous smile “No, no, no! This.. this is for my benefit, my objective.” I had time to tune this spell, Witch and soon this city will become my very own fear filled domain, “Azurite stood to her feet” and all it’s residence; male, female, young, old, human and not.” and spread out her arms looking up. ” Will all become my toys, baptized in my horrifying light!”
Connie could only stare, nerves rattling as the demon in front of her, laughed into the sky, insanely, "You're really completely unhinged."
Azurite looked down at the witch with under half-lidded eyes.”You think me insane? That's fine...Soon, you won't be thinking anything.” With murder in her inhuman blue eyes, Azurite snapped her fingers and her hoard attacked.
‘Connie’s flame fist collided with the sand below her, creating a small explosion of heat and flame.
Azurite shielded her eyes from the heat and flame as she was tossed back into a pole. “ From so far!? Feel like a bomb just went off!” The demon grunted. When Azurite uncovered her eyes all that was left was liquefied steel, humid suffocating air, tossed and slightly burned bodies,and scorched earth in the pattern spell glyph.
“Slick little witch!” Azurite grumbled. Anger flashing in her eyes as she saw her champions rose to their feet like zombies, teary eye zombies.
“It hurts..:”One managed to state, a teenage witch, which now bore a burn on her face. “It hur-”
“Claw out your throat.” Azurite interrupted emotionlessly, she smirked at the horror in the girl's features as she reached for her own throat and with strength a normal human couldn’t possess,started scratching at her own flesh uncontrollably. Tearing into the flesh after a few scrapes
“I‘m scared.. It hurts.. “
“I know, “She took out a small icy blue pocket mirror with a crescent glyph on its surface holding it to the girl, “and I need you to be.” She watched as little by little grayish wisp of magic came from the victim into the mirror slowly making whole as the girls youthful tan skin slowly turned a moon gray as the crescent became a full moon. The girl fell to her knees as she continued to scratch trying to beg for help. Fear still in her face. “Hel-
“Plunge.”
The young witch plunged her fingers into her throat choking on her own blood as she died, despair on her face.
“Her strength would have been useful” Azurite sighed, clamping the mirror close. “Her fear infused magic will suffice.” She turned to the other seven, who remained silent. ”The rest of you fledglings,” She inhaled. “GET ME MY WITCH!!!” She roared as she spread her wings, blue eyes blazing with the promise of death if they failed.
Connie whispered that to herself as she stepped back, fear and confusion on her face. Holding her broken arm.
“This is so wrong..”
In front of her stood a familiar face, body, build, and damaged attire; a familiar visage all around.
A usually heart-skipping, cheek redding visage. One of charm and a dapper style. A visage that haunted her dreams in the most pleasant ways..
This was not the same, nowhere near it.
Despite the form, the differences were far too prominent. It was ghastly, it’s ‘Steveny’ shape flickering like a flame, ready to burn everything and it was violet.
So violet and viscous.
The purple imposter didn’t look at her at all, his..
It’s attention on the bull-like demon who was slowly getting up after being rammed through a pillar by the purple devil.
“That’s it, rise to your feet. Regenerative bastard”
The slasher grin on his 'Steveny' face and the blow horn pitch put her on edge, as the Minotaur snarled towards the devil, fear in its throat as the purple devil gilded forward. With a roar, the Minotaur charged forward it’s red eyes promising death, each step cracking the tiles underneath them.It stuck forward with a punch towards the devil, it’s fist as big as the devils skull.
On instinct, Connie was prepared to scream in concern.
Only for the sound of ripping flesh to steal that worry for his well-being and replace it with fear of his abilities, as the purple Steven tore the forearm of the minotaur from its body..Before knocking the minotaur across the skull and onto its face,in front of his feet
With said arm..
“Now, a lesson to share to those in hell “ The devil teased, before bringing the limb down the minotaur skull again, like a goddamn mallet. A sickening smash of flesh resounding in the concert hall. He lifted the limb high with a frown.
“Do not…"
and brought it down again…
"Ever.."
And again
"Touch what…"
and again
"Belongs to me!"
The violent, violet demon continued to crack the minotaur head with ruthless abandon, in a pure frenzy. Each strike harder than the last. Bone and smashed flesh scattered along the walls as he beat the long silenced monster. He didn't stop until he felt Connie grabbed his waist.
"Stop, Steven! Please!"
He looked back at her with a bit of a glare.
"Steven?" He tossed the limb aside carelessly, allowing it and the Minotaur body to fade away in a black smoke leaving a gem.
His cold, slithering voice caused her to step back, chilling her heart. So different from the pleasing tone of her beloved partner.
Facing him face to face, staring at his dead black eyes and dark purple pupils froze her spine and stole her breath.
"I guess that's not completely wrong." He chuckled. Looking at her holding her arm, he stalked towards her.
"You're hurt, boon."
"Boon?" Connie inquired trying to push down her fear as she stepped back. She soon found herself between a pillar and the violet demon. She shivered as he moved his face close to her neck breathing in her fright with a teasing chuckle.
"Who are you?"
He smirked at the steel in her voice. "Me?..I'm what 'he' hides from you, my boon."
She trembled as he lifted his hand to her chin and ran his thumb across her bottom lip.
'So cold like the arctic, It feels as if I'll freeze to death staying by him.'
She moved her face away from his grip, sneering at the doppleganger. "What do you mean, 'you are what he hides?' "
His eyes narrowed as he gripped her chin tightly. "Hey now, You should be appreciative to me, fledgling. I did save your ass…" He smirked as he looked her up and down, lingering at her hips a bit. "Cute as it is."
*WHAP!*
The sound of Connie slapping the demon reverberated against the hall.
"Disgusting Demon!" She roared, her eyes blazing in anger. "I don't know who you think you are to speak to me like that, but you are NOT MY STEVEN!"
He laughed cruelly but respectfully, licking the blood off his lip. "Ooh, I understand why he's so taken with you .That beautiful blazing spirit to match that body….You're definitely worthy to be my boon." Giving her a hungry grin, he kissed her deeply.
Connie screamed through the kiss before pushing the purple beast back with both arms.
"Bastard!" She swung a fist at the devil who dodged the blow. She attacked again with her left, recently healed, fist only to have him grab her hand and pull her close
Black eyes met violet, fiery rage met possessive obsession.
"Is that how you treat someone who healed you? That's fine, it makes me want you m-"
The purple demon voice started to strain as he backed up. Pain on his face as his hands gripped his head and the purple began to flicker and dim.
"HOW DARE YOU!?" The familiar voice of the Steven she knew, ranged out of the demon. "YOU DARE TO DISRESPECT HER!?"
"I protected and healed her in your stead HUMAN! HOW I take my reward from my boon, my property, is my business...Besides it's not like you don't feel the same way!."
Connie could only watch shocked, fear and embarrassment on her face as the purple demon fell to the floor on all fours, clawing at the marble scarring it like a jagged knife as he argued in agonizing pain with himself.
"SHUT UP!"
"It's true!!"
"Get out!!"
"You lust for her!"
"I SAID LEAVE, VIOLET!"
Connie covered her mouth as she watched Steven lift his head and thundered out as he clawed his face, ripping the purple flame off his visage and tossing it to the side.
"S-S-Steven?" Connie cautioned as she took a step forward, seeing him back to normal, breathing hard on all fours, quivering a bit.
"My..My lady."
That voice as tired and broken as it was shook her heart as it always did...Connie took a step forward only for Steven to raise his hand.
"Hold on, My lady." Steven grunted as he turned to the purple flames watching it form to a ghostly purple spectre of himself.
"Violet." His voice was full of hate as he stood in front of Connie protectively.
“Steven" Violet responded as his translucent and ghostly figure floated in place, a smirk on his face. "What do you think you're doing?" He pointed his finger tauntingly. “I know you don't think you're gonna keep me from My Boon in some misguided act of protecting her."
"There's nothing misguided about keeping My Lady safe...Especially from the likes of you." Steven stood in a low stance, his hands in front of his chest in a clawed stance.
"Don't you mean...'Likes of ME?" Violet grinned, his purple eyes staring straight into Steven's pink ones, before taking one glance at the witch among them. "We're one in the same, My boon."
"Stop talking to.."
"Are you serious?" Connie watched Steven's shoulder tensed ever so lightly. "Steven?"
"I'm his truest, darkest feelings made sentient and given form...You can call me Violet, My Boon."
"SHE ISN'T YOUR BOON!!"
"But she's your 'Lady'? Possessive, aren't we…"
Steven growled ready to strike, when a calming hand rested on his shoulder.
"Steven…"
Steven turned to look at Connie, a flash of shame in his eyes, before turning forward. He breathed deeply and relaxed his stance. "Come on Violet, enough playing." His glare stood as he held out his hand.
Violet kissed his teeth."'What do you mean? No games are being played."
"What's your objective here then, What are you trying to accomplish?"
"....You are useless..as a familiar" Violet growled " You fail at protecting our possession far too often., I refuse to trust you with My boon…:
Steven didn't say anything in response. His fist clenched in anger as his other words hit his heart.
"He protects me just fine, Monster." Connie spoke from behind her Steven, staring defiant at Violet as she stood beside her partner
"As long as I'm present, yes." Violet retorted " All those victories, all those rescues..They could have never been achieved without darker designs. Without me being present, Boon."
"I'm just as capable without you." Steven answered as he cracked his fingers.
"Allowing something to break our things shows capability?!"
"How about you stop talking as If I’m an object." Connie Intervened, the crest on her wrist glowing.
"You are!" Violet barked "You are my Boon, Meant to benefit me and enrich my life for my protection power and service.. That's the basis of our contract.!"
"Is that so." She smirked as she thought of what Violet just stated. "Then fulfill your part of the deal Violet and heed my command. RETURN TO STEVEN!"
Before Violet could fathom what was going on, he found himself being pulled towards his more benevolent half. He couldn't fight it for long at all.. Her command was absolute and felt the need to see it through right down to his core..The need to get her favor.
He hated it, the feeling of being controlled even by her, the lack of freedom annoyed him. At the same time, it made Violet that more obsessive over his boon. Unlike Steven, who wants an equal love with the witch, he would be happy with her completely submitting to him, to stay untainted by unworthy hands.
To remain his Boon and only touched by him.
"Remember,..I AM HIS THOUGHTS GIVEN FORM, MY BOON! EVERYTHING I SAID. EVERYTHING I DID. HE HAS THE SAME CAPACITY AS WELL!"
Violet gave a howling laugh as he was pulled towards Steven fading out of sight.
Steven grunted and shook his head, the feeling of rejoining with Violet in such away was a new experience, a worryingly one as well. His confrontations with Violet had never been in the waking world until now. He didn't have time to think it over as He felt two arms wrapped around him and a head on his chest.
" My. My lady-I-"
"You're warm.." She gripped the back of his ripped shirt and smothered her face in his mid. "Stars above, you're so warm….It's a lively warmth."
Steven could only hold her back as she began to quiver and his shirt began to dampen.
Steven couldn't believe his eyes as he looked upon his lady. Sitting on the floor in the middle of her workshop with paper scattered and clawed walls, looking lost and enchantingly beastly was one Connie Maheswaran.
Her usually brown skin was a few shades darker, her black eyes now replaced with purple slit irises on a black background. Her hair usually in a neat bun now moved as if it was alive. On her cheeks were now the tell-tale circles of a demon.
Not that the horns, floating eye and reptilian tail helped.
Steven took a cautious step as towards the crouching human turned demon, gulping and trying to hide his concern.
"Connie? Do you remember me?"
The demoness looked at him quizzically as she hung her head to the left, blinking.
"It's Steven...Your familiar. Do you remember, My lady?" He gave her a slight strain smile as he held out his hand towards her.
"Steven?"
Steven felt a bolt hit his spine at her voice. It was a bit more raspy and slurred with an almost silky tone, but undoubtedly hers. His face blushed purple as she took his hand and stood. Her figure was more curvaceous and defined. Her shirt rode up a bit as she stretched giving him a view of her stomach now with a glyph around the navel.
"What did you do? " Steven pressed his hand on her stomach causing her to tremble.
"Cold." She moaned to his touch.
"Hold on, My Lady." Steven encouraged. Looking at it closely he saw that it ran lower than her pants line. He stood to his full length, eye to eye with her and sighed. "Guess this is something you can do now, but it shouldn't last long...What were you trying to do?"
"Steven."
Steven was caught off guard at her sniffing below his chin, like an animal. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back gently. He looked at her completely flustered. "My lady, that's inappropriate during this time."
She took his left hand and sniffed it..before humming in familiarity. "Yes..Yes.I know you. "
Steven nodded, "that you do. We live in this house together."
Connie took his words into consideration, before taking in his appearance. Images of their time together playing in her mind as she did. "We're contracted to each other, yes?"
Steven nodded slowly as he caught a lingering scent of attraction, coming from her.
"We're close to each other." She purred as she pressed her palm on his chest and pushed him on to the nearby chair.
Steven gulped as he saw the feral and a bit lustful look in her eyes.
"My lady, you're not in your right mind. " Steven suggested as Connie climbed on his lap
"The transformation has affected your modesty."
He added as he held her now clawed hands.
"I know what I'm doing..." She argued with a smile, before moving towards his neck. "I just wish to even things out a bit and feel as powerful and inhibited as you do?"
"My lady, I..You."
"Hehe. My, is my dapper demon speechless." She removed closer to his face. "Do I make you uncomfortable like this?" She looked at him expectantly.
Steven looked into those eyes of her and despite the ferocious appearance of them, still felt his heart thumped against his chest, due to the raw emotion they held.
"It's different My Lady, as temporary as it is." Steven admitted.
"A bad difference?" The disappointment was evident in her voice as she looked down. The floating eye between her horns seemed to close a bit, looking ashamed. Her tail even dropped low.
"I didn't say that." Steven assured as he took his lady chin and held her face in place. "I said it's different, cause you never did anything like this." He smirked before giving the sad demoness, a small kiss on her forehead. "Never said it was bad." Steven chuckled as she covered the spot he kissed.
"So this is ok. You still find me..Desirable?" She blush the color of deep violet, looking hopeful.
"Of course, my fiery lady. There's not a moment in time, I do not wish for your companionship."
Connie grinned at her familiar, pride rising in her heart. "Good." She clenched her fist in victory.
"So..What happened?" Steven examined the damage of her workshop stone walls, they appeared to be carved and melted.
Connie shrugged. "I guess having all that demonic energy hit me at once caused me to be a bit erratic.. Feral."
"Very feral, you didn't recognize me at first." He chuckled at her pout.
"Don't tease me.."
"Or what you gonna bite me."
Connie didn't say anything as Steven continued to chuckle, smirking before making her move.
"Ah!" Steven yelped as her fanged mouth met with his chin in a nip. He rubbed the spot where she bit as she smirked arms crossed.
"Feral girl."
Connie nodded with pursed lips before nipping his neck, his throat and various places above his shoulder. Making her giggle each time he yelped or growled In slight annoyance.
"Ok..That's how you wanna play it, My feral lady." Steven announced before nipping her ear.
"Ey!" Connie barked at the feeling, before nipping him back behind his ear.
"Hm!" Steven snarled as he prepared to strike again.
What started out as a playful, gentle biting game, slowly but surely evolved to a wrestling match as they interlocked their hands and dodged each other's attempts to bite. Their movements rocking the chair they shared as they bobbed, weaved and struck out each other.
One particular dodge had them spilling out of the chair and onto the floor, with the witch turned demon under the natural demon in a very suggestive position..His knees were outside of her hips, he hands above her head still interlocked with hers. Their faces, just a few centimetres apart…
"You ok Connie?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I'm alright. Two feet to a stone floor is not gonna hurt me."
"I'm glad to hear that."
"Yeah."
Steven started to blush as he looked at his lady spread out and messy hair, the glow of the evening giving her a sinfully attractive appearance as she smiled at him with a fang peeking out.
"Think I can 'make a contract' in this form?" She teased.
"I think you just want to bite me." he retorted, getting a chortle from his roomie.
"Just a bit, but it's mostly for research." She sniffed him, smelling a certain emotion. "You're not really against the idea, I see."
"Guess, I can't really hide it with you temporary prowess." Steven lowered his face towards her. "What do we do now?"
"Let's conduct a test, shall we?" She stated as she reached up licking her lips, her mouth ready to sink in..When she felt a wave of fatigue hit her..
"Steven... Catch me. Please."
Steven caught her head as he fell back. Crawling over to her side he lifted and cradled her as he watched as her skin slowly turned back to it's normal shade.
The last thing she saw was his concern yet reassuring face as he carried her.
Connie woke up with a stretch, rubbing her eyes as she gathered her senses. Feeling more refreshed and energetic than usual. She looked around realizing she was in her room, in her bed. Climbing out, she walked into the bathroom, turning on the light and heading to the bath to run the shower. As she stripped out of her clothes she took a look in the mirror, seeing the faded glyph along her lower torso. Memories of her time as a demoness flashed in her head.
A small smile appeared on her face. "Yes, It worked...A one time use it seems, though." She looked at the slight change in her stomach as well feeling how tight her skin felt. "I'm a little toner than usual..a side effect, maybe."
As she continued to look at herself in the mirror, she blushed marooned as she saw little bites along her neck and behind her ear.
Steven nearly dropped his watering can when he heard her shrieked out his name.
"It seems my feral and firey lady is up." He chuckled as he rubbed his own bites. Smiling an anticipation of the day of teasing he was about to put her through.
