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tamingthemuseTitle: I Am Yours
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Aboulia
Warnings: blood?
Rating: PG 13 to be safe
Summary: Prelude to this: http://community.livejournal.com/tamingthemuse/539585.html#cutid1
The demon wanted a prize. A trophy.
He looked around the littered battlefield and licked his lips, wondering what would make others jealous of him.
The quaint village was in disarray as small fires consumed the tiny houses and bodies lay where they had fallen under his golems’ swords. Only dogs lived in this village now.
He carefully picked his way through the sprawling of bodies and eyed the shattered pottery and crumbling mosaics that were once beautiful. It was all human crafted and without magic at that. It wouldn’t inspire awe in his fellow demons. This village was nothing; had nothing.
He fingered the magic collar at his belt and wished for one of the humans to live. If he had a slave, that would be something, at least. With that thought in mind, he ordered his golems to begin a search for any survivors. A woman lived, but only so long for them to drag her bleeding body to their master, where she expired from blood loss. He sent his golems out again and turned his attention to the largest house on the small island.
The king’s house, he supposed as his boots thudded in the silent halls. Most of the house had been left intact, only the sea facing wall suffering from the late battle. A cool breeze brushed his hair as he walked past the crumpled wall and into a parlor. There was still a tea set cooling on the table.
He smirked and seated himself. The biscuits were sweet as honey and melted on his tongue, but the tea was chilly. He relaxed in the cushioned seat and awaited his golems. Surely somebody has survived this battle. Then he laughed, because he knew no human stood a chance against his golem army.
He rested his head on the back of the chair and closed his eyes. Gold and silver would have been nice prizes, a human slave marginally better. Maybe there was treasure hidden away in this house? He summoned a golem from the village with a thought and set it to looking. Another was set to bring him food.
And that was when his luck turned to the better.
The golem didn’t find gold or silver, or even weapons, but a living human, just as Mogi Ren had desired. Gleeful, he went to the human rather than have the human brought to him.
The human was bloodied and unconscious, laying in a small puddle of his own blood. His black hair was a tangled mess around his head, soaking in the blood and hiding much of his face from view. His arm was twisted unnaturally, but he seemed to be otherwise intact. Mogi Ren knelt and plucked the matted hair from his face and grinned to see a cut along his hair line seeping blood. The human would live. He almost clapped his hand together in his happiness.
A swipe of his hand and the mess of blood disappeared from the human’s hair and face. The wound on his head had already clotted and his eyes moved under his lids. The demon held his breath as the human woke with a frown and low moan.
The human’s, a young man, eyes were an eerie yellow that didn’t belong. They were glassy and didn’t seem to see the demon before him until he blinked several times. As the demon became more focused, the human’s eyes widened and he struggled to sit upright, teeth bared in anger and fear. “D-demon!”
Mogi Ren frowned at the strength of the human. He was magical. Very magical. The demon could all but taste the magic pouring off the human. He was distracted by the vast amounts of magic and that was all the human needed to attack.
He didn’t use magic, silly human. He attacked him with a bit of chair that had been shattered nearby. Mogi Ren easily caught the makeshift club and the human screamed in pain as the demon clenched his clawed hand around the broken arm. The demon grinned.
“Yes, demon, I am. And now you are mine.” He stood, dragging the struggling human with him. He fell against Mogi Ren and hissed under his breath as he fought to stay conscious. “I am your master, now, sorcerer.”
The human wasn’t paying attention to his words, still struggling to free himself from the demon’s grip. Why didn’t he use his magic? Magic that powerful would make mincemeat of Mogi Ren.
Which reminded him of the collar tied to his belt. Grinning at his amazing luck, Mogi Ren quickly clasped the magical leather around the human’s throat. Instantly, it took effect, stilling the human’s struggles and engulfing him in pain as his magic was turned into nothing.
The human fell into a dead weight in Mogi Ren’s arms, and the demon chuckled. The yellow eyes of a sorcerer turned into a more natural blue as the young man began to shiver with fever. Mogi Ren knelt before his new pet.
“Yes, you are quite the prize, aren’t you? I’ve never seen a human so powerful, and yet so untrained. You know nothing of your magic do you?”
The blue eyes stated at him, slowly leaking the life out of them. Turning him into a mindless puppet for Mogi Ren’s pleasure. Mogi Ren released his grip on the human and he fell face first to the ground.
He grinned and stood. His golems took the human away to be shipped back home. As the human was dragged down the hall, Mogi Ren had to wonder just who this unknown sorcerer was. Someone that powerful must have made his mark in the world, but why hadn’t Mogi Ren heard of him? Then he felt a fluttering rise in his stomach. To have such power under his control, to have that sorcerer without any willpower of his own, made Mogi Ren flush in delight.
Now, this was something to make his brethren jealous.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Aboulia
Warnings: blood?
Rating: PG 13 to be safe
Summary: Prelude to this: http://community.livejournal.com/tamingthemuse/539585.html#cutid1
The demon wanted a prize. A trophy.
He looked around the littered battlefield and licked his lips, wondering what would make others jealous of him.
The quaint village was in disarray as small fires consumed the tiny houses and bodies lay where they had fallen under his golems’ swords. Only dogs lived in this village now.
He carefully picked his way through the sprawling of bodies and eyed the shattered pottery and crumbling mosaics that were once beautiful. It was all human crafted and without magic at that. It wouldn’t inspire awe in his fellow demons. This village was nothing; had nothing.
He fingered the magic collar at his belt and wished for one of the humans to live. If he had a slave, that would be something, at least. With that thought in mind, he ordered his golems to begin a search for any survivors. A woman lived, but only so long for them to drag her bleeding body to their master, where she expired from blood loss. He sent his golems out again and turned his attention to the largest house on the small island.
The king’s house, he supposed as his boots thudded in the silent halls. Most of the house had been left intact, only the sea facing wall suffering from the late battle. A cool breeze brushed his hair as he walked past the crumpled wall and into a parlor. There was still a tea set cooling on the table.
He smirked and seated himself. The biscuits were sweet as honey and melted on his tongue, but the tea was chilly. He relaxed in the cushioned seat and awaited his golems. Surely somebody has survived this battle. Then he laughed, because he knew no human stood a chance against his golem army.
He rested his head on the back of the chair and closed his eyes. Gold and silver would have been nice prizes, a human slave marginally better. Maybe there was treasure hidden away in this house? He summoned a golem from the village with a thought and set it to looking. Another was set to bring him food.
And that was when his luck turned to the better.
The golem didn’t find gold or silver, or even weapons, but a living human, just as Mogi Ren had desired. Gleeful, he went to the human rather than have the human brought to him.
The human was bloodied and unconscious, laying in a small puddle of his own blood. His black hair was a tangled mess around his head, soaking in the blood and hiding much of his face from view. His arm was twisted unnaturally, but he seemed to be otherwise intact. Mogi Ren knelt and plucked the matted hair from his face and grinned to see a cut along his hair line seeping blood. The human would live. He almost clapped his hand together in his happiness.
A swipe of his hand and the mess of blood disappeared from the human’s hair and face. The wound on his head had already clotted and his eyes moved under his lids. The demon held his breath as the human woke with a frown and low moan.
The human’s, a young man, eyes were an eerie yellow that didn’t belong. They were glassy and didn’t seem to see the demon before him until he blinked several times. As the demon became more focused, the human’s eyes widened and he struggled to sit upright, teeth bared in anger and fear. “D-demon!”
Mogi Ren frowned at the strength of the human. He was magical. Very magical. The demon could all but taste the magic pouring off the human. He was distracted by the vast amounts of magic and that was all the human needed to attack.
He didn’t use magic, silly human. He attacked him with a bit of chair that had been shattered nearby. Mogi Ren easily caught the makeshift club and the human screamed in pain as the demon clenched his clawed hand around the broken arm. The demon grinned.
“Yes, demon, I am. And now you are mine.” He stood, dragging the struggling human with him. He fell against Mogi Ren and hissed under his breath as he fought to stay conscious. “I am your master, now, sorcerer.”
The human wasn’t paying attention to his words, still struggling to free himself from the demon’s grip. Why didn’t he use his magic? Magic that powerful would make mincemeat of Mogi Ren.
Which reminded him of the collar tied to his belt. Grinning at his amazing luck, Mogi Ren quickly clasped the magical leather around the human’s throat. Instantly, it took effect, stilling the human’s struggles and engulfing him in pain as his magic was turned into nothing.
The human fell into a dead weight in Mogi Ren’s arms, and the demon chuckled. The yellow eyes of a sorcerer turned into a more natural blue as the young man began to shiver with fever. Mogi Ren knelt before his new pet.
“Yes, you are quite the prize, aren’t you? I’ve never seen a human so powerful, and yet so untrained. You know nothing of your magic do you?”
The blue eyes stated at him, slowly leaking the life out of them. Turning him into a mindless puppet for Mogi Ren’s pleasure. Mogi Ren released his grip on the human and he fell face first to the ground.
He grinned and stood. His golems took the human away to be shipped back home. As the human was dragged down the hall, Mogi Ren had to wonder just who this unknown sorcerer was. Someone that powerful must have made his mark in the world, but why hadn’t Mogi Ren heard of him? Then he felt a fluttering rise in his stomach. To have such power under his control, to have that sorcerer without any willpower of his own, made Mogi Ren flush in delight.
Now, this was something to make his brethren jealous.
