i'm your venus, i'm your fire (magica x scrooge)

[lifesa_witch]

 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.

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[richestduck]

Magica was in for a real treat: Whichever god had put Scrooge together had taken their time to get it right.

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.

[lifesa_witch]

Ooh, yes. Truly this was a sign of her eternal fortune and luck - it was if he was created solely for her. It was time he was given the greatest gift of all time - her company.

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.

[richestduck]

He glanced over his shoulder at a very lovely woman. Still, he wasn't about to take the lady at face value. He'd learned the hard way about trusting people he shouldn't.

"And that reward would be what exactly, miss?" he asked calmly.

[lifesa_witch]

... Weird. Normally mortals would be too stunned at her visage to get a coherent sentence out. Ah, maybe he thought she was too beautiful to exist - that he was in a dream! Poor, poor thing!

She then gestured to herself, letting the wind brush through her long ebony locks. "The pleasure and honor that is my bedchambers."

[richestduck]

Wow. What a deal. He'd have to be crazy to turn that down.

...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.

[lifesa_witch]

...

...

... 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?"

[richestduck]

"Yes. I am," he said bluntly, not even looking back at the strange-yet-gorgeous woman. "Now if you don't mind, I need to finish getting Autumn ready."

The horse whickered, leaning her head forward to nuzzle him as he continued brushing her.

[lifesa_witch]

"You... you... you..." Oh, she'd never been so angry! So humiliated! She wasn't allowed to directly take lives without permission, lest she lose even more powers, but this was terribly tempting!

"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!"

[richestduck]

"I'm aware of at least what you are," he answered, still focusing more on Autumn Sunshine that his visitor. "And it's for that exact reason I'm turning you down."

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.

[lifesa_witch]

"Explain yourself!" Magica demanded, sticking a finger onto his beak. "What kind of fool reasoning could you possibly have to deny me?"

After all, she wasn't thinking about love. Merely pleasure. Love was for pathetic mortals, weak people who needed attachments.

[richestduck]

Now he turned to face her, his eyes stern as if talking to a child throwing a temper tantrum. (Which honestly didn't seem to be too far from the truth. Were all gods like this?)

"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.

[lifesa_witch]

"How the hell should I know?"

... 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."

[richestduck]

"And after you 'drove them mad with pleasure'," he said with a hint of mocking in his voice, "did they want to go? Or did they want to stay with you even as you threw them out?"

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.

[lifesa_witch]

Magica cupped her beak in thought. Hmmm, now she thought she was understanding...

"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."

[richestduck]

"No thank you. I don't want myself or my family to be heavily reliant on you," he said bluntly. "That'd be just as bad as ending up like those idiots in tales that pine themselves to death after their divine lover grew bored of them."

He stepped away from Magica, turning back to Autumn Sunrise to start brushing her coat.

"I have work to do."

[lifesa_witch]

What was with this man?! Had he been given all the looks and none of the brains?!

"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!"

[richestduck]

"So go sit down. Or have a lay with one of your priests. They're already devoted to you and would probably let you do whatever you wished with them for however long you wanted to do it."

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."

[lifesa_witch]

She stepped back, eyes hellfire. "Oh, so you've heard the tales of what happens when the gods are done with their lovers... but have you heard any such tale when they are denied?" She hissed, hands clenched, body trembling.

"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.

[richestduck]

Honestly, he hadn't. Every story starred a mortal tripping over themselves to sleep with a god. However, there were plenty of tales of the mischief gods could get up to when things didn't go precisely their way.

He looked at Autumn Sunshine. "I have a bad feeling about this."

The mare snorted her agreement.

[lifesa_witch]

For the rest of the day, all the villagers avoided Scrooge like the plague. Word had gotten around about what happened (half thinking there had been some divine creature harassing him, and the other half thinking he'd been yelled at by a loony biddy) and no one wanted any part of it. But everyone truly hoped whatever had happened would pass over and be forgotten within days - no doubt Scrooge McDuck wished for this more than anyone.

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?

[richestduck]

Scrooge had been seriously annoyed when he'd come home. Oh, he'd made sure Autumn Sunshine had settled back in with the herd fine, but that hadn't eased his annoyance much. It'd probably take a few days before he could try again. Ugh.

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."

[lifesa_witch]

"Don't bet on it."

He'd only heard it once before, but no doubt Scrooge would find the voice now right behind him very familiar.

[richestduck]

Scrooge's face slowly morphed into one of complete horror. "No. She didn't."

Hortense raised a brow. "Friend of yours?"

"Not even remotely."

[lifesa_witch]

"I warned you, did I not? Magica sneered, walking past him to sit at the table. "Besides, I did not utter one word of falsehood to your sister."

[richestduck]

"What did you tell her?!" Scrooge demanded.

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."