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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"It was worth a shot, and I'm still not done." She lightly slapped his finger away. "With you constantly buzzing in my ear like a fly, it only fuels my resolve."

"By all means, keep doing what you're doing. Honestly, you're making my job so much easier in other areas," he teased. "I had been sitting there, trying to squeeze blood from a stone until your very generous donation to Aldcott's last week."

Oh, she didn't like where this was going. "What does a demon gain from mortal charity?"

He leaned towards her, still seated on the desk. "Money makes the mortal world go 'round. It's why a good Greed demon keeps his eyes on it at all times. Well, 'good' meaning 'competent', not...well, y'know." He leaned back on his hands. "Now the thing is plenty of mortals want to give to others, to help the less fortunate, but they have this little problem with not looking beyond the pamphlet."

For emphasis, he raised a hand and a burst of hellfire produced a pamphlet for Aldcott's Houses for the Homeless. Only there was something off about the cover image. The logo was fine, but the image should've been of a happy family in front of their brand new, small, affordable home.

The image was of a man and woman in tears, their faces bruised and bloody.

Magica was a little disturbed at the imagery, but tried to play it cool, clicking her tongue. "So, is the big reveal that it's actually a scam? It wouldn't be the first time that kind of front was used."

She didn't like being tricked, but... maybe it could work out for her. If her reputation took a blow, less people would invest with her, trust her, and her money would take a tumble. Not the big tumble she needed, but it was a start.

"Oh, it's not a scam. If it was, we'd get sorted out sooner rather than later." The pamphlet dissolved to ash. "My idea: Create a charity that does philanthropic work. Build up a good reputation and keep it up. But the upper tiers? Well, it's always so refreshing to have your sins seemingly absolved for the right amount of money. And if they can provide for whatever sick, twisted fantasies you have while keeping it quiet, well, all the better. Shell companies within shell companies within shell companies. And anyone who tries to speak ill of them? Well, they're a crackpot." He chuckled. "The Infernals actually thought it wouldn't work. Told me that there was no way mortals would be that stupid. That in time people would figure it out.

"Lord Lucifer gave me the go ahead with my little experiment. That was almost a hundred years ago, and that first charity is still going strong. But here's the best part..." He smirked. "Nobody questions the investments that the charity does because it's to help earn more money for the charity, obviously. But that money can get shuffled around into other projects without anyone the wiser.

"They can even be used to grow the investments of our clients."

He was annoyingly confident in telling her all this - making it clear that even if Magica shouted about it to the high heavens, there was nothing she could do to stop it. He was bragging, and proud of it.

But if he hadn't told her, she wouldn't have guessed it. She tapped her fingers on the desk, thinking. So why was he telling her all this? Hell, why was he here at all, now that he'd gotten his information, and he wasn't trying to stoke her fire, as it were?

"Are you lonely?" She suddenly blurted out without thinking.

He was quiet for a long moment.

"Lonely?" He scoffed. "Oh, if only. No, no, I'm not lonely. I just like to get away from Hell for a while to have even a moment's illusion of being lonely. It's such a refreshing break from the endless screaming and weeping from The Great Furnace. You can hear it from everywhere in Hell, you know. An endless reminder that you're always one wrong move away from becoming part of its kindling, fueling the hellfire that roils beneath the skin of every demon, binding us all together, reminding us that this is all we have now.

"The lifeblood of Hell isn't simply suffering. It's despair."

So, he wasn't there simply to hear himself talk. Maybe if she'd heard that description before she signed, she would have hesitated... then again, knowing her arrogance, that was unlikely.

"I don't pity you," She was quick to say. "Nor do I pity myself. These horror stories won't make me cower and weep. But if makes you feel better to come here and ramble on about your brilliant schemes..." She waved a hand, allowing it, even though she knew it would be a pain. "There could be worse intruders in my home."

He looked at her for a moment before he snorted. Then came a chuckle. Then a full-belly laugh.

"Oh, how many times have I heard that one before?!" he howled. "'I don't pity you or me. I won't beg and plead and piss myself when the end comes.'" He leaned towards her. "Your clock's already running out, De Spell. You can afford all the best doctors but they won't save you. Hire all the occultists, demonologists, holy men, whatever you think will work that you want: It's already too late."

He moved to where she had a crystal candy bowl on her desk, lifting it up.

"Gorge yourself on the finest sweets, the most delicate pastries, the richest wines. In Hell, you might even get to do the same, but it's not Paradise. A Gluttony demon can be little more than a drunken head supporting a mouth to fill its impossible gut, but its hunger and thirst will never be slaked. A Lust demon can have orgy after orgy but never have enough sex. A Greed demon can swim in a vault of treasure and still need more."

The crystal and chocolates began to melt, dripping to the floor in a molten mess.

"I'm here to give you despair, De Spell. A preview of what's to come if you can't do the impossible. Because when it's time to collect, you mortals always cry and beg and scream for the Exalted who can't save you because they have to play by the rules, too."

Her heart was racing, but despair wasn't what Scrooge had achieved. Anger was a close second, but still not the same thing as despair.

"Then you're doing a really lousy job of it, Scrooge." Magica sniffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Do you see me falling to my knees and weeping? Shaking in my high heels and bemoaning what I've done? All you've done is give me a few lessons, and having to tip my maid extra when she cleans up this mess."

"Right now, you're not even among the top ten people I hate the most. You're competing against years of back-stabbing friends and a family that would have sold me to you sooner if they'd known about it. I'm still very happy here, and I will continue be happy."

He chuckled and got off the desk. He walked towards her, but it was more like a panther stalking its prey. He pushed her back against the wall and grabbed her between her legs.

He smirked right in her face. "Like I said, nothing I haven't heard before. But we'll see how it goes, won't we?"

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She'd been so confident thus far that she thought he'd finally lost interest in her sexually - what a way to be proven wrong! She sucked in air, hands to the wall.

"I can replace you with a decent vibrator in a shop twenty miles from here." She sneered, still trying to be defiant.

"Really? Are you sure?"

That was the only warning she got before he lifted her up with supernatural strength, balanced her on one arm, and turned to use his other arm to sweep the top of her desk clean. Then he dropped her on her back on top of the desk. However, he didn't pounce on top of her. Instead, he moved between her legs and brought his tongue to bear on that space between her legs.

She yelped as she was lifted, trying to think of how to get out of this situation. She did manage to fight Scrooge off last time, sort of, so maybe she could do it again. But slamming her on the desk made her dizzy, and she certainly never expected to suddenly feel that part of him there.

She cried out, her head thrown back, mind spinning...

He kept it up, lapping away at her, prodding her. However, he made sure not to fully penetrate her. He used one hand to hold her in place while the other massaged her hip.

Any thoughts of fighting him off were dying, and she wound up making loud moans, writhing on her desk, as uncomfortable as it was. It'd been so long since the "first" time they were together she had almost been able to forget how it felt, and now she was overwhelmed.

She'd likely finish embarrassingly soon again, if he kept it up.

He could feel her coming close. He took his time, circling his tongue over her. Just enough to bring her to the edge before slowly removing his tongue.

She gasped for air as she felt him leave her, mentally cursing him out, which turned into a shouted one when her climax was reached - but she still hadn't begged. At least there was that.

She thought about kicking him, but decided not to. He'd just mock her over another failed attempt, and she didn't need that.

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"I don't imagine a vibrator could do that," Scrooge mused, swiping his tongue along his beak to capture anything else he might've missed.

He was gloating. That much should've been obvious.

"It wouldn't talk as much." She grumbled, not getting up from where she laid.

"Buy one. See if you like the difference," he encouraged, knowing that it wouldn't be the same. "In the meantime, I have others I need to check up on personally. Less interesting, true, but no less important." He chuckled. "For all the things this modern era makes me put up with, it does have a nice trade-off in that you mortals are far less God-fearing and more obsessed with your pitiful, transient pleasures."

Urge to kick him rising.

"How much time do you spend on these little speeches? Hearing that for eternity would be torture indeed." Slowly, she began to try and get up.

He stepped away from her, out of reach of her feet. "I'll see you again, De Spell. Very soon."

And with that ominous statement, he disappeared.

She didn't bother to clean up. Let the servants take care of that. It was time for another sleep full of sexual frustration.

After a while of of partying and living it up to de-stress, it was back to work. Simply giving money wouldn't do the trick, and giving it to the wrong people to sully her reputation would probably have her wind up in hell even with her soul intact, since doing bad deeds would send one to hell anyway.

But Scrooge had given her an idea - why bother having security if she couldn't die by murder or accident? Maybe she could just simply allow herself to be robbed blind by others. With that, she began dismantling her security at every level - and at every single business and money bin she owned.

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