Magica De Spell (
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toss a coin to your witcher (dumb duck trio)
"She used her dark magics on my husband, and now he sees her shadow in the mirror every night!"
"He killed an entire farm-hands livestock, all for his own twisted amusement."
"They have a garden full of statues that were once children, now frozen in time forever..."
As Scrooge McDuck - world's richest duck, famed adventurer, and also expert monster hunter - continued his research into the "mages of the mountain", he found each new rumor was more outlandish than the last. Sure, there were a few things that were consistent - the two were twins, beautiful in their own way, and fiercely loyal to one another - but after that, each new round of gossip could make them sound like petulant children or gods themselves. Whatever troubles the villagers were having, be it bad weather or failing crops, it was surely the fault of the De Spell family.
And yes, perhaps the manor of the twins - lofted right into the side of the highest hill, with decaying greenery entwined all around the massive stone steps - was a little something out of a gothic horror novel. Dark colors, eerie structure, and maybe a cracked gargoyle or two. The cry of a raven could be found in the distance. But if these twins were as powerful as so whispered, why couldn't they afford to fix the twisted rafters from the windows, or cover the drafts from moldy holes? The land itself was probably pricey property, and many would pay handsomely for it... if some particular vermin was exterminated.
"He killed an entire farm-hands livestock, all for his own twisted amusement."
"They have a garden full of statues that were once children, now frozen in time forever..."
As Scrooge McDuck - world's richest duck, famed adventurer, and also expert monster hunter - continued his research into the "mages of the mountain", he found each new rumor was more outlandish than the last. Sure, there were a few things that were consistent - the two were twins, beautiful in their own way, and fiercely loyal to one another - but after that, each new round of gossip could make them sound like petulant children or gods themselves. Whatever troubles the villagers were having, be it bad weather or failing crops, it was surely the fault of the De Spell family.
And yes, perhaps the manor of the twins - lofted right into the side of the highest hill, with decaying greenery entwined all around the massive stone steps - was a little something out of a gothic horror novel. Dark colors, eerie structure, and maybe a cracked gargoyle or two. The cry of a raven could be found in the distance. But if these twins were as powerful as so whispered, why couldn't they afford to fix the twisted rafters from the windows, or cover the drafts from moldy holes? The land itself was probably pricey property, and many would pay handsomely for it... if some particular vermin was exterminated.
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He plugged in his phone and debated closing the curtains, deciding against it so he didn't sleep as deeply. The new pillows and mattresses weren't in yet but for now the slightly-lumpy mattress would do.
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Since they hadn't seen their immediate and deeply sexual attraction to him coming when they first made their list, they'd have to magic up sexy nightwear. It wouldn't be a real problem, since transformations were one of the earliest spells wizards and witches learned, but it did mean they'd be without their "real" clothes for a while if this didn't work.
But of course this was going to work. They were drop-dead gorgeous, and what respectable man wouldn't want an intense threesome with them? Scrooge was a man of taste! He might need a little... convincing, but stalking and cornering prey was its own kind of fun. Once that was established, so was the meal plan for the next twenty-four hours. They would take care of Scrooge's every meal in order to make sure he had plenty of energy to burn.
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He came downstairs, stretching his arms over his head.
"Ach, I'm getting old and lazy. Sleeping a whole day away?" He clicked his tongue at himself in disapproval.
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"How did you sleep?"
"Is there anything we can get you?"
"Dinner is warm and ready for you."
Poe gently nudged Magica so she wouldn't add 'And so are we'.