Just Magica! Just Magica! Just Just Magica! [magica x donald]

[blackmagicduck]

There were so many possible factors to this outcome that it was truly difficult to tell which one was right - or if they were all right at once.

That years of captivity in the dime had taken away the last bits of Magica's humanity.
That someone loving her, even under a false love, was something she'd never had before.
That the spell she used to finally defeat Scrooge cost her sanity.

But in the end, did it matter? Now Duckberg was under the rule of a madwoman, and her reach was beginning to spread. Scrooge and his nephews had managed to escape, if only thanks to Donald's intervention, and he was now paying the ultimate price. The once proud mansion owned by the McDuck family was now a terrifying castle like those of old, and no one could trust their own shadow. Every raven was a spy, every night lasting longer than the one before. No one knew how to remain safe. But even if they were told, they might not believe it.

Because now, instead of revenge, Magica only wanted one thing - and anything that was a threat to it would suffer.

Like, say, ex-girlfriends.

Magica sat upon her golden throne, made out of Scrooge's treasures, conjuring up a spell to search the globe. Once she'd find these silly, stupid women who didn't know a good thing when they had it, she'd get rid of them. One couldn't run the risk of Donald still loving these wretched harpies. No matter where they were, she'd find them, surely she would, and then she'd bring them here, and then she'd take care of them right in front of Donald.

Then he'd see. Then he'd understand, understand how much she loved him, and how if he knew what was good for the world, he'd never love anyone but her.

She cackled deliriously, waving her hand to get a closer look at countries and continents. "Thought you could hide? Not for long..."

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[allthebadluck]

He winced as she pulled him closer, trying to swallow the lump in his throat past the collar around his neck.

“Of...course not,” he replied. “You know I...have no reason to protect her. Not when I...have you, Mistress.”

He still wasn’t sure if he really didn’t remember, or if he just wasn’t bothering to remember. But he hoped that the reassurance - along with referring to her by her favorite title - would help ease her temper.

[blackmagicduck]

Thankfully, that appeared to do the trick. The scowl on her face was replaced with a smirk, and her hold on the chains loosened. "Hm. Perhaps I'm just being a touch paranoid... With all this magic running through my veins, it's been difficult to sleep."

When was the last time she actually slept? Who knew.

As a reward for his honesty, she affectionately scratched the underside of his beak. "I suppose she's just not worth remembering. Once you forget all about her, you'll be much happier for it." She paused then, musing. "Maybe there's a spell that can erase all your memories of her..."

Which would probably lead down an even worse road.

[allthebadluck]

He couldn’t help a slight shiver, and he hated how she can still make him react that way, even now. But at least he knew how to get to her too.

Which was why he reached up, carefully taking her hand in both of his. “But Mistress,” he started, sounding as loving as he could manage, “if you erase my memories, how can I keep comparing others to you, and realizing just how much better I have it now?”

Please let that work.

[blackmagicduck]

The appeal to her narcissism hit the target dead-on. She raised an eyebrow, rather impressed by that logic. "Hm... I hadn't considered that. Yes, even flies and maggots have their roles in the world..." Very well, then Donna and all memories related to her would be spared. For now.

She lightly kissed the top of his left hand, nuzzling it with morbid tenderness. "Yes, you do love me, don't you, Donald." Not really a question, more like an actual fact. "Me and me alone."

[allthebadluck]

The worst part was, deep down, he still kind of liked how her touch felt. If it wasn’t for the terrible circumstances, it would’ve been almost nice.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied automatically.

That was probably the worst lie, as his mind started to wander back to the boys. Were they still safe? Was Scrooge taking care of them?

[blackmagicduck]

She continued to pet and kiss his hands, murmuring words of twisted desire. But after a while. she noticed he wasn't doing much in return - if anything, his eyes seemed to be staring off into the distance.

All of a sudden, her fingers clenched, her nails digging in deep. "What are you thinking about?"

[allthebadluck]

He winced, looking back at her as he floundered a bit.

"J-Just...how empty my life would be without you," he finally managed, but he wasn't sure how convincing that was even to his own ears.

[blackmagicduck]

A deadly silence stretched out, making it difficult to tell if she actually believed him. Suddenly, she violently pulled her hands back, nearly shoving him off, and stood up from her throne. She approached her magical map, ready to resume a new search.

"Maybe I should find those brats of yours, if they're going to cause me this much trouble."

[allthebadluck]

He stumbled back, but quickly caught himself as he hurried to catch up to her.

"You promised you'd leave them alone!" he all but growled, and even when the length of chain held him back, it groaned under the strain as he pulled against it.

It was moments like these that a glimpse of the real Donald broke through; he wasn't afraid to beg, plead, lie down and roll over, but any sort of threat against his family brought back his fire.

[blackmagicduck]

"And why should a sorceress be bound to her word?" She faced him with a snarl. Just as these fights brought out the remaining strength in Donald, they brought the worst of darkness in her. "I'm the one with all the power here, and don't you forget it! The people of this world live or die by my decree!"

As if to display her power, she raised her hand, and the world map dissolved in a horde of screeching bats that flew around the ceiling before breaking out of the windows. "And if you won't love me, then this world doesn't deserve to exist!"

[allthebadluck]

Still straining against the chain, he growled again. "I do love you!" he retorted, putting as much emphasis in the lie as he could. "But if you so much as touch one feather on those boys, you're gonna have to kill me, because I won't stop fighting for them!" It was the one thing that he wouldn't back down from.

[blackmagicduck]

And for a horrifying brief second, she considered it - her hand lashed out, grabbing the collar with her fingers, intending to choke him. For the smallest moment of time, it seemed as if she would rather he be dead than to think of anyone else.

One heartbeat. Another. And then...

The wave of bats finally left the remains of the castle, and the throne room was silent. She then eased her grip, a sick smile on her face.

"Donald, darling, how can you say such a thing? You know I'd never hurt you. I can't live without you. I just... lost my temper. That's all."

[allthebadluck]

He took a few deep breaths as she relaxed her grip, his heart racing. He really had thought -

"You already have me," he said softly. "So you can leave them alone. Okay?"

[blackmagicduck]

"Poor dear, did I give you a scare?" She lightly pat his cheek, as if all she'd done was gone "boo". "Here, let me make it up you. I won't touch those... children." A flick of her hand, as if she was shooing away some buzzing fly.

"You know my magic is endless, limitless. Tell me, what do you desire?" Aside from her, obviously. "Give me a wish, I'll grant it for you."

[allthebadluck]

He couldn’t help wincing a bit, having expected more than just the pat on his cheek. Her offer still had him hesitant, though. Despite her claim of granting him a wish, he knew he had to be careful with what he asked for, or else it would set her off again.

As he thought, he reached up, and his fingers brushed over the collar. Then he got an idea.

“There’s nothing I could ever desire more than you, Mistress. But...maybe you could remove this collar?” He held up his hands. “I promise I won’t leave the castle. It would...just be nice to have a bit more room to move around.”

[blackmagicduck]

There was a small beat of hesitance in her eyes. She wasn't exactly welcome to the idea... but perhaps it was harmless. It could always come back on, if he needed to be punished.

"Very well." She snapped her fingers, and the collar dissolved, dust that faded away onto his clothes, with each link of the chain doing the same. As if it had never existed to begin with. "How do you feel now?"

[allthebadluck]

When the collar and chain faded, he took a deeper breath, his neck tingling a bit as he rubbed the feeling back into it.

“Better...Thank you, Mistress.”

[blackmagicduck]

"Oh, there are a lot nicer ways you can thank me." She slid her arms around his neck, drawing him in close. "Don't you think?"

[allthebadluck]

He shivered, but his arms automatically wrapped around her waist in kind, holding her closer. He was familiar enough with this by now to know what to do, how to act to keep her placated.

“Of course, Mistress.” Even so, though, he hesitated, just in case she wanted to be the one in charge this time around.

[blackmagicduck]

She chuckles darkly, taking his hesitance as shyness. "Silly boy. It's almost like I'm rewarding myself." Eerily enough, sometimes her kisses made her the calmest. She cupped one of his cheeks, drawing him in for a deep, loving kiss, her body pressing up into him as much as she could.

[allthebadluck]

He returned the kiss, his arms gently tightening around her to bring their bodies even closer.

It was moments like these that made it the easiest to pretend; where her touch was gentle, and he could think back to the days before, when he had been dating a girl named Abby, and everything was fine.

[blackmagicduck]

Sometimes her hunger would overwhelm her and she'd demand more - but other times she was content with delicate kisses and fond memories. When she finally pulled back, she made a pleased sigh, nuzzling his neck and now rather grateful the collar was gone.

"Oh, I don't mean to get so mad, you know... You just mean so much to me."

[allthebadluck]

He continued to hold her, one hand on her back as the other gently brushed back some of her hair.

“I know....You mean a lot to me too. I’m sorry for upsetting you.”

He also hated how much easier the lies came now. Or maybe it was still because he wasn’t sure how much of them were lies.

[blackmagicduck]

"I'll always forgive you." She kissed his neck once, twice, three times, starting to purr. "No matter what silly things you say, or what foolish things you do, I'll always forgive you."

She then raised her head to brush her cheek to his. "Because you're mine."

[allthebadluck]

He shivered, the sensation even stronger since his neck was still slightly sensitive from the collar.

But her final statement had his heart sinking, because he knew it was true, though not in the way she thought. Even if something were to happen...if if the world were to be fixed...he could never face his family again after this. Or anyone else.

In the end...who else would take him?

“...Yes, Mistress.”