Magica De Spell (
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happilyeverbeginning2020-09-16 09:57 pm
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i'm your venus, i'm your fire (magica x scrooge)
Immortality tended to get boring. Whether she was booted out of the divine halls or voluntarily left depended on who you asked. As far as Magica De Spell was concerned, the mortals deserved to be in her presence every so often to entertain her. She flitted from village to village, trying to find someone worthy of her time, but alas, her standards were very high.
Then she learned to hear the whispers, the rumors, about a clan that rose from the depths of defeat and refused to stay down. The next head was a strong, determined lad who worked to the bone every day to bring glory to the family name. Curious about such a man, Magica walked along the dirt and the stones to where the man supposedly traveled for his wares. For now, she disguised her presence, allowing herself to be ignored by all living things so she could observe without being seen.
After all, when it came down to it, she wasn't going to hit it if this McDuck wasn't a looker.
Then she learned to hear the whispers, the rumors, about a clan that rose from the depths of defeat and refused to stay down. The next head was a strong, determined lad who worked to the bone every day to bring glory to the family name. Curious about such a man, Magica walked along the dirt and the stones to where the man supposedly traveled for his wares. For now, she disguised her presence, allowing herself to be ignored by all living things so she could observe without being seen.
After all, when it came down to it, she wasn't going to hit it if this McDuck wasn't a looker.

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Scrooge raised horses and sold them in town. Not only that but he did repairs and other things that would need doing both around the old castle and the nearby village. The amount of devotion he put into ensuring his family's health and ever growing prosperity could only be compared to the most dedicated holy men. Only unlike other wealthy people or even some of the high clergy that ran the temples to Magica and her fellow gods, Scrooge was in peak shape.
At the moment, Scrooge was brushing the mare he'd brought to market to sell, prettying her up for potential buyers. He was going to miss Autumn Sunshine, but he intended to make sure she went to the right person.
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But she had (some) common sense to know that announcing oneself as a deity didn't always end well. Sure, she was more beautiful than any mere mortal, but that was no guarantee of belief. Plus some of her powers had been a smidgen downgraded since she was kicked out - er, willingly left the divine halls. So as much as she wanted to do a grand entrance, she would just have to settle.
She undid her concealment, allowing all to notice her - she did have a special affinity for animals, and they always noticed her first. This rang true now, as any and all ravens began to suddenly caw in the trees before fluttering away.
She stepped into the sunlight, allowing her hair to drape over her body, announcing herself. "Greetings, Scrooge McDuck, heir to the Clan McDuck, Son of Fergus, known throughout the land for loyalty and dedication. I have sought you out, so that you may be rewarded for your hard work in the most blessed of ways."
No doubt he'd be slack-jawed at the mere sight of her, the poor thing.
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"And that reward would be what exactly, miss?" he asked calmly.
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She then gestured to herself, letting the wind brush through her long ebony locks. "The pleasure and honor that is my bedchambers."
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...Was it possible to die from a sarcasm overload?
"No thank you. Have a good day."
He turned back to Autumn Sunshine, murmuring softly to her as he brushed her mane.
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...
... Wh. Wha.
What just happened.
No. She couldn't have heard right. He didn't turn her down. Nobody turned her down. Were his eyes functioning correctly? Was this some stupid way of being humble? She gaped like a fish needing water, trying to comprehend what just occurred.
"Excuse me?" She finally sputtered. "Are you actually.. refusing me?"
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The horse whickered, leaning her head forward to nuzzle him as he continued brushing her.
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"Do you have any idea who you're talking to!" She hissed, marching over to him and trying to force him to turn around. "Men, divine and mortal, had fallen to their knees, begging for just a lock of my hair! I have driven many mad with pleasure in minutes!"
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As snarky as it would be to say that the woman was a bitch, he knew that she had to be some sort of divine being. Or at least she thought herself to be one.
And Scrooge wasn't stupid. He'd heard tales of mortals falling in love with gods and all of them ended in tragedy.
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After all, she wasn't thinking about love. Merely pleasure. Love was for pathetic mortals, weak people who needed attachments.
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"Where are all your previous lovers now?" he asked, crossing his arms.
Maybe if she stopped and thought about it, she'd have enough sense to figure out just why he wanted no part in it.
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... Ah. She paused, giving it a slight bit of thought.
"... Well it's not like they're dead. Supposedly." A dismissive wave of her hand. "I merely sent them back wherever they came from after I no longer had any need for them."
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Because that was the correct phrase for it: She'd thrown them out after she'd gotten bored like toys she'd grown too old for.
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"So, you want to negotiate? Name your price." Because that's what he was aiming for, right? "I can supply your family with enough wealth that the next ten generations of your clan will want for nothing. I can bless your fields with plentiful crops. The mares you breed will be stronger than any across the land."
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He stepped away from Magica, turning back to Autumn Sunrise to start brushing her coat.
"I have work to do."
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"You moron! You fool! You imbecile! I will not be ignored!" She began beating his back with her hands, like a child denied their favorite toy. "No one has ever said no to me, I will not stand for it!"
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Honestly, this woman was making a scene. People were gawping and not because they were admiring Autumn Sunrise.
"Now will you please leave?" he asked with strained politeness. "I'm trying to find a good buyer."
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"YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU DID NOT TAKE MY HAND, MCDUCK!"
With a crack of lightning, she was gone, leaving only a sense of dread behind.
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He looked at Autumn Sunshine. "I have a bad feeling about this."
The mare snorted her agreement.
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When Scrooge did eventually returned home, dinner was nearly ready, and the silverware was set out. One, two, three, four, five, six, plates...
... Wait. Six?
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As he looked at the silverware, he looked to Hortense. "Is Uncle Jake visiting for dinner?"
"Nope. Matilda took pity on someone."
He groaned, rubbing his temples. "Honestly, I hope this one will at least leave once the night's over."
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He'd only heard it once before, but no doubt Scrooge would find the voice now right behind him very familiar.
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Hortense raised a brow. "Friend of yours?"
"Not even remotely."
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Matilda entered the dining room with a stack of plates. "Something wrong, Scroogey?"
Hortense's smirk was a mile wide. "Pull up a chair, Matilda. This is getting good."
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