happilyeverbeginning | Never tasted as sweet / A poison as you have (scrooge x magica)

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Never tasted as sweet / A poison as you have (scrooge x magica)

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and right now, Magica De Spell was desperate. There was still no guarantee this would work, but she'd never forgive herself if she didn't try. Of course, the more frightening aspect was this actually working... and actually having to pay the piper, so to speak.

But in addition to being desperate, Magica was also arrogant. If souls did exist, she'd find a way to keep hers. She'd find a way out - but she couldn't afford to waste anymore time dawdling about it. The moon would only be in perfect alignment with the planets and stars for so long - and she could only stay away from her wretched kin for so long. The time was now.

The candles were lit, the sigils drawn, the prayers made - now the final ingredient was the sacrifice. According to the crumbling parchment, this would take a lot of blood. If she wasn't careful, she could die of blood loss... but, considering the future her parents had in store for her, dying might've been the better option. So, win-win.

With a great, shuddering breath, she drew the knife to her arm and made the cut, dripping blood onto the sigil. It hurt like hell, but she bit down on her tongue to hold back any pathetic cries. The time for weakness had passed.

"I summon thee, from hell and flame,
Duty bound, yet cannot be tamed,
Hear my call, hear my plea,
I offer myself - now come to me!"

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As expected, Magica wound up so exhausted mentally and physically that she slept on the cold hard floor like a wretched peasant.

Which, perhaps, made it all the sweeter when she woke up as the world's richest duck. The world itself seemed to have changed slightly - no one could exactly pinpoint how she became this way, but at the same time, no one truly questioned it. It was just a matter of fact, like the sky was blue.

Magica wasted no time before indulging herself. A gigantic mansion on a hill, with nearby bin to hold all her treasures and treats. The finest clothes, the most delicious food, hobnobbing with celebrities she once admired and taking in the sights of the world. For the first few days, she allowed herself to run wild - parties, pools, power. She made sure her family was blocked on all sides, unable to reach her.

Now that she no longer had to worry about that insipid fiancé of hers, she could have any man she pleased. Perhaps once she got the right one, it'd put Scrooge out of her mind - she was a virgin, maybe she'd react that way with the touch of any man.

The first man she tried to woo, a suave actor she always fancied, seemed to take to her fondly... except... he kept getting called away for new roles. So she then flitted to a sexy musician whose hits always topped the charts... and was struck by inspiration and had to leave at the worst times.

Two weeks of Magica's new life passed by before she started realizing how odd it was that every single man she tried to take always seemed to run into an excuse, or a problem, or... something before they could do more than kiss.

... Surely, that was a coincidence. After all, it had nothing to do with the contract... right?

It had nothing to do with the contract. It had everything to do with the demon she'd made the contract with.

After she returned home from her latest disappointing date, she'd hear laughter and that familiar Scottish lilt:

"You seem a bit perturbed, lassie. Problems?"

Magica had been slipping off her high heels, ready to retreat to a warm bath and chocolates... until she heard that voice.

No! How? It hadn't even been that long! Scowling, she looked around - no servants in sight. Likely they'd all suddenly been given the urge to leave early. "What do you want!" She spat, throwing her heels down on the floor. "I'm nowhere near dying, naturally or otherwise!"

"Can't a demon visit his favorite little mortal?" He gave her a mocking pout. "I'm hurt."

"You will be, if you come anywhere near me." Magica warned, even though on some level she knew she couldn't do any lasting damage to a being like him. "Leave me alone. I have... frustration to work out."

Her mirror flared before Scrooge appeared in it. He propped his chin up on one hand, looking for all the world as if he were looking through a window at her.

"Another bad date?" he teased.

She paused, then slowly looked over at him, regarding him with suspicion.

"Why do you ask? ... How did you know?"

He didn't answer verbally. Instead he gave a low chuckle, allowing his expression and laughter to give her the clues she'd need to figure it out.

Her eyes widened with understanding, and she grabbed the nearest thing she could find - a vase - to throw it at the mirror.

"That wasn't part of the deal, you bastard!"

Scrooge's image left the mirror right before the vase hit.

He tsk'd from somewhere over her shoulder, his image appearing in a painting. "I thought you mortals believed that breaking mirrors brought bad luck. Given your position, I'd do everything in my power to avoid tempting fate."

He then raised a brow at her. "And your virginity has nothing to do with our deal. I told you: You're my treat, and I plan to save you for a special occasion."

"That's not fair!" It was wildly childish to say so, but what else could she do? "I didn't agree to that part! I gave you my soul and my future, I never agreed to never sleep with anyone but you!"

Maybe this was the loophole - this kind of stress might kill her, and that wouldn't be goddamn natural!

"True, you didn't, but that doesn't stop me either. According to the contract, you have to die from natural causes, so I can't create a scenario where you're murdered or die in an accident. The contract will protect you from those circumstances. However, stress falls under 'natural causes'."

He gave her a Cheshire Cat grin.

"But I don't plan to push you that far. After all, I'm a demon but I still have standards. Sex with corpses isn't to my taste."

Her fingers twitched, wishing she could reach into the painting and rip off his whiskers. But... no. She inhaled and exhaled deeply. Don't give him that satisfaction. She made this deal to be happy.

"I'm going to take a bath. I'm done with you." She stuck her beak in the air, and walked on.

Starting tomorrow, she'd start hiring people to research ways out of the contract. There would be skeptics, but with enough money, even people who thought she was crazy would put their backs into it. Look into every magical tome, search all demon origins, everything under the sun. Tomorrow.

His chuckling would follow her into the bath before going quiet.

He allowed her to get into the bath, even allowed her to stay in the bath so long that the water started to go cold. Then he slipped into the bathroom, unseen by mortal eyes, removed his jacket, and rolled up his sleeves.

Fire was a demon's purview while water was more allied with the angels. However, this water wasn't blessed and the bather had signed a contract with Lucifer himself. Other than a slight sting when he first slipped his hand and arm into the water, he felt nothing but the bath starting to warm back up due to his temperature.

His unseen hand slowly began brushing water up against her form, a tiny, subtle current in what should've been still water. He trailed down her body, careful not to physically touch her, until he was teasingly guiding water right to her nethers. He added just enough force so that she would feel the water warmed by his hand caressing her.

In hindsight, she should've seen that coming - or at the very least shouldn't have told him what she'd been planning to do.

The bathtub was large and extravagant, of course. She had settled in, letting the warm water and soft smelling suds take away all her cares. Scrooge would get bored of her soon enough - there were billions of people in the world, plenty of them virgins, so there was no reason she'd stick out in his mind. He'd said so himself she was barely a blip on his master's radar, so why would he care about her? In time he'd move on, forgetting about her until her expiration date came.

The bath was such a comfort, she'd nearly started to doze off. So when she started to feel the water moving, her foggy mind began to blink back to reality. Was this one of those weird dreams that felt like real life but wasn't? Her eyelids twitched, and she shifted in the tub, not exactly uncomfortable...

He held his laughter in as he continued to brush the water against her sensitive areas, adding more force a little at a time. Let her feel the pressure there...

That felt good... a little too good. She opened her eyes, glancing down at the water. She hadn't ordered a tub with the jets, she had thought that was silly. Frowning, she sat up, and slammed a hand between her legs - she wasn't sure what she'd be touching, if anything at all, but she wanted to be sure she wasn't losing her mind.

Nothing. Just water which lazily swirled about her hand, Scrooge easing up on the pressure.

But the temperature of the water was slowly heating up due to his body heat. Eventually she would start to notice.

Nope. She was not taking that risk. She tried to get out of the tub, reaching for a towel. "I knew being popular would get me stalkers... I was just assuming they'd be of the human variety."

A suddenly-corporeal hand grabbed her wrist, dripping wet from the water, as Scrooge suddenly appeared, perched on the edge of the tub.

"I told you: A real virgin is rare in this day and age." He sighed. "The problem with the 'sexual liberation' of today's youth, sadly. It's been a boon to the incubi and succubi -- everyone wants instant sexual gratification and damn the consequences -- but for the rest of us, well, we get their leftovers."

She glared hard at him - though the look was somewhat eased by the lack of his jacket, damn. "The torture is supposed to come when I'm dead, not before." She used her free hand to flick water at him.

"Besides, if you're saving it for some ridiculous 'special occasion' like you said, you and I both know this isn't it. So I won't bother begging pathetically like before, when it's obvious it won't do me any good in getting what I want. Now let me go."

"Oh, but it will do you good." He leaned in close, uncaring that he was getting wetter in the process. He allowed his mouth to hover over her neck, his breath, hot against her feathers. "Because it's building up in you right now. You need that last release and you're not getting it anywhere else.

"Besides, sex is always better with the torturous build-up. It makes the release so...good."

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Magica shuddered. Her body was already warm and eager for him, but her mind was stronger for this round, now that she knew what to expect - and what she wasn't going to get. "I need food, I need water, I need air - I do not need sex." She grasped the edge of the tub, trying to get out again, or at least shove him away from her.

"And I certainly don't need you."

He didn't budge from his spot, staying close and beginning to preen her neck. It was a very intimate gesture, something that avid lovers had been doing for millennia.

"All right. If you insist~"

He knew damn well what he was doing, intimate touch aside. She couldn't get out of the tub with him in the way, and he was too strong for her to merely shove off. She was trapped.

At least she would go down fighting. She tried to grab his beak and twist it away from her neck. "I do insist, as a matter of fact!"

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