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

[lifesa_witch]

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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[richestduck]

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.

[lifesa_witch]

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.

[richestduck]

Unfortunately this was drawing the wrong kind of attention to her. And not the sort of wrong kind of attention that she was after.

During one trip to her Duckburg money bin, she would find Scrooge waiting for her, sitting in her chair with his fingers steepled as if it were his Bin.

"You are making things very annoying for me," he snarled.

[lifesa_witch]

Hm. Now this was interesting. Her lips curled up into a pleased smirk. "Oh, heaven forbid. What ever could I have possibly done?"

[richestduck]

He reached down behind her desk, grabbed something, and hurled it over the desk to land at her feet:

A corpse of one of the infamous Beagle Boys, his eyes wide and his body missing a good portion of his guts.

"Relaxing your security to lose money to force Hell to break its contract? Points for originality, but this game is getting stale."

[lifesa_witch]

Once Magica realize what it was, she screamed, falling back and turning away. She put a hand to her mouth in a desperate attempt to stop herself from vomiting.

She shut her eyes, feeling tears prick, but once she had come control of her stomach, she managed to speak up. "A boring victory is still a victory."

[richestduck]

"I've half a mind to appeal to Lord Lucifer to void your contract just so you can enjoy what happens when a contract is voided: Everything goes back to how things were before the contract was made. You will lose your fortune and once more be subject to the whims of others." He leaned towards her. "Always read the fine print."

[lifesa_witch]

Magica didn't face him, mostly so she wouldn't have to face the corpse, the rotting stench still invading her nostrils. "Don't let me stop you. Knowing you lost, after all you've put me through... that's a kind of satisfaction even your body couldn't give me."

[richestduck]

Turning her back to him was a mistake.

He was on her immediately, forcing her to turn around and look at the mess on the floor.

"You think you'll win in the end?" he snarled. "You think you won't end up like this? Or worse?"

[lifesa_witch]

She began to struggle against him, trying to turn her head away over and over. "If you weren't so upset, maybe I'd believe you! Right now, between the two of us, you're the one in despair!"

[richestduck]

"Because I fell for the contract, too! I thought it would solve all my problems, but now I don't even remember what I was supposed to solve with it!"

He'd been so angry that he'd shot his mouth off. Hell.

[lifesa_witch]

Magica blinked rapidly as she tried to process that information. She tried to look at him, eyes wide. "You... were human?"

[richestduck]

"...Yes."

He released her, stepping back. He then snapped his fingers, incinerating the corpse in hellfire.

"One hundred and twenty years ago."

[lifesa_witch]

Grateful that the corpse was gone, Magica began to wipe her face. "... So. You're living proof of my future."

And if she couldn't even remember the happy times she created with her wealth, what would have been the point of doing this all in the first place?

[richestduck]

"Aye. Every day in Heaven, Hell, and Purgatory is its own eternity. Eventually, your living life becomes a distant memory at best."

[lifesa_witch]

Slowly, wobblily, she began to stand back up on her feet. "... I still won't give up. I'll still fight to the last. Even if it means I wind up starting from square one. If I can beat the devil himself... it means I could have beaten my family way back then."

[richestduck]

He snorted. "Good luck with that," he told her sarcastically. "But if you void your side of the contract, you're ours."

[lifesa_witch]

"Why, I've done nothing of the sort." She began walking to her desk. "I simply felt like saving my hard-earned money by easing up on my security. Us millionaires do tend to be eccentric."

[richestduck]

"Billionaire, not millionaire. Though you're closer to trillionaire now."

[lifesa_witch]

"Nitpicker." She settled into her seat. "I can only hope this all been a turn-off for you, at the very least."

[richestduck]

"Oh, no. But I do feel like having my treat now. I'm tired of having imps posted to you and for the succubi and incubi annoying me because they're pissed I called dibs."

[lifesa_witch]

... Uh-oh. She hadn't expected that answer.

"... Today is a special occasion?" She asked dumbly.

[richestduck]

"It is now. If only to commemorate the last time you'll likely see me," Scrooge said bluntly. "I thought you'd be happy to hear I was going to be gone soon."

[lifesa_witch]

Magica frowned, not exactly unhappy to hear it, but... "So if I do anything to 'annoy' your whole process, you're just going to sit and stew about it and not rant to me? Seems unlike you."

[richestduck]

"Nope. You'll be some other demon's problem. One with a lot less sense of humor."

He closed the gap between them, placing his hands on her shoulders and slowly sliding them down her form.