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sparrowsupportgroup · 1 year ago

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notes: gn!reader, the unnamed mc. Happy birthday Ais!

The Seaspring was so beautiful despite its terrible power, sparkling so bright like the stained glass windows that resided in the remote temple where you were raised, violently red yet serene. If you were the naïve fool that everyone thought you were, you would’ve jumped in without a care in the world, you would’ve done anything, anything, to cleanse yourself of the twisting, sickening feeling that’s plaguing your stomach. But instead, you sit on a well-worn cushion on the wooden deck of the Seaspring, anxiously gripping onto a teacup as if it was a lifeline, refusing to look directly at a certain smirking, infuriating, beautiful demon man that sat across from you.

“You look tense, sparrow.”

“I’m fine. Really.”

“You’re gonna break my teacup. Not fine.”

You blink owlishly at Ais, before relaxing your death grip on the rather frail cup. You avert your eyes away from him, not only out of embarrassment but also to avoid relishing in the gentle quirk of Ais’s lips, to avoid openly marveling at the way his crimson eyes crinkle at the corners when he’s filled with genuine mirth, to avoid confronting the strange fact that he made you feel….things. Good things.

You nibble on your lips, desperately wishing you had the charming courage of Leander or even the sleazy bravado of Vere to make this situation somewhat easier on your antsy nerves. “….I have a gift. For you.”

“Hm, what was that, sparrow?” Ais canted his head in your direction with concentration, as if he couldn’t hear what you said, but even without looking at him, you could just sense the heavy smugness that radiated off his entire being. Of course, he heard what you said. With those (frustratingly adorable) pointy ears of his, Ais could hear you sneeze in your room at The Wet Wick.

Your meekness quickly burns away to irritation. Ais always knew how to get a rise out of you, after all. “I SAID,” you spit, your bandaged hands springing towards the messenger bag resting by your side, angrily digging through its contents, “I have a gift for you!”

You hastily yank the object of your current distress out of the bag, ready to toss the damned thing at his horned head, but you freeze. Anxiety was seeping into your veins again and you quickly huddled Ais’s present close to your chest as if it could protect you from the emotional devastation of his inevitable rejection.

This time it was Ais’s turn to blink at you, before raising an eyebrow in cool intrigue. “A gift.”

“Yes,” you lowered your eyes to stare at the shimmering dark liquid of your teacup, “F-for your birthday.” Your voice lost all of its previous heat; now it was nothing more than a soft, fragile feather floating on the surface of the Seaspring. Ais didn’t say anything at first; realistically, he might’ve been silent for a couple of seconds, but to your anxiety-induced brain, his silence could’ve stretched for hours upon hours.

Then, in that low, commanding voice of his that you have come to both love and loathe, Ais said, “Give it to me.”

But you just held onto his present tighter, excuses spilling from your mouth like water, “You won’t even like it-”

“Please.”

Please. Words died in your throat immediately. You stared at Ais in startled awe, your eyes drinking in every inch of his face. The once fearsome, sharpened angles of his countenance that could and would happily slice someone open were soft, raw, almost demure. Please. Ais hardly ever said that word. But he said it to you, of all people; he said it to you…so kindly. So tenderly.

And one of his hands, so large and calloused, so scarred from the violence he had committed and endured over the years before you even entered his life, was stretched out, palm upward. A gentle pleasantry. A silent plea. A hopeful prayer. “Please,” he whispered, and your resolve instantly crumpled.

You felt like crying.

You gingerly placed the shoddily-wrapped gift in his awaiting palm. Ais took it from you and began to unwrap it, almost reverently, and oh Allmother, you could hear your heartbeat in your eardrums.

Once the last of the wrapping fell away, now a pile of red scraps gathered around his forgotten teacup, Ais just stared at the gift you were too ashamed to give him; an amigurumi version of his beloved Soulless pet Princess, in all her many-tendriled, multiple red-eyed glory.

Your hands needed something to fidget with, so you reached for your teacup and downed its contents in one graceless gulp. But your mouth felt so dry still; it felt so dry that you considered drinking from the blood-red waters of the Seaspring, loss of sanity be damned.

But instead, you did what you do best; you rambled to the point of tears.

“I heard Leander say today was your birthday,” you rush out, your words tripping over themselves, “and so I decided to crochet you a gift because birthdays are made for gifts and you deserve a gift and you love Princess so much and I’m sorry if you don’t like it, I really am-”

“….Thank you, sparrow. Thank you.”

Ais looked at you so warmly that you’re surprised you didn’t melt right on the spot. “I’ll protect it with my life,” he said, his voice still a tender yet strong murmur, and if you didn’t have any dignity left, you’d launch yourself over his tea kettle and teacups and hold onto him and never, ever let him go.

But those fantasies were going to remain as fantasies today. You smile at Ais shyly, “...I’m really glad you like it.”

Ais hummed appreciatively and placed the Princess amigurumi onto his lap. For the next couple of minutes, the two of you sat in comfortable, blissful silence.

Until Ais flashed a familiar mischievous, fanged grin in your direction. Your heart started to race all over again. Oh, Allmother.

“You know, this gift was the least you could do, after what you did to me,” Ais said, his eyes twinkling with dark joy. You blink rapidly, squinting your eyes at him in confusion. “Wh-what I did to you? What are you even talking about?”

As if showing off his most prized possession, Ais proudly flaunted his other hand to you, and a hot, mortified feeling quickly devoured any inkling of happiness that had made your heart sing previously.

It was the nasty bitemark that you blessed him with that one muggy night in the alleyway after he brutalized the roughneck that shoved you. You still felt ashamed that you let yourself lose control of your baser instincts like some type of hungry savage, so in your horrified shock, you dropped the teacup you were holding and watched as it splintered into a thousand glittering pieces upon the deck of the Seaspring.

Your mouth opened and closed like a dying fish; how you wish you could die right now, either by your hand or by Ais’s. Panicked, you began to gather the shards in shaking hands, apologizing profusely. “Oh Allmother, I’m so sorry, Ais, I didn’t mean-”

The sound of Ais’s hearty chuckles stopped you dead in your tracks. You tentatively glance upwards, and to both your amazement and relief, Ais was laughing. Ais was smiling. Ais was happy.

And your heart soared.

Ais grinned at you, mirth crinkling the corner of his eyes in the very manner you cherished so much. “A gift and a show for my birthday. Thanks again, sparrow.”

Outwardly, you rolled your eyes in exasperation, but inside you could’ve cried tears of real joy. “I’m so glad my misery makes you happy, you bastard.”

Ais was still chuckling when he came over to assist you in cleaning up the mess you made. “It does.”

Deftly, Ais collected the shards without nary a nick on his fingers. When that was done, he sat next to you, looking at you so warmly you just basked in his gaze for a little while.

Until he dared to open his mouth again.

“Maybe for my next birthday, you could get me some new teacups, hm?”

“....I hate you so much.”

Ais smiled at you tenderly. “I know.”

#AIS DAY #sparrow stories #touchstarved game #HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIS!!!!! LOVE YOU #ais/reader

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roselyn-writing · 9 months ago

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A/N: Pic is not mine! I found in in pinterest.

When a Rose turns black chapter 19

“Raqoul’s lament”

The darkish red shroud of night covered the streets of Malrūn city; shrouding them in a veil of ominous blackness — and the sky – it looks like as if it bleeding with red. However, even the darkest of nights could not match the darkness that lay inside Raqoul’s heart. who waited, desperate for even the faintest hint of change in his life.

From his luxurious golden balcony that is decorated with garnet and red agate gems in many symbols and styles, he longed for some changes to happen, anything that could turn his life around.

He lowered his head as he squeezed his hands into fists, trying to show his anger as much as possible. But he knows well that he has no one to blame but Lucifer. He is the one who betrayed and killed his leader, Souma.

It has been said that Souma was a figure of great power and fearsome reputation, and he earned the moniker of 'The Annihilator' amongst both Virginians and demons alike. He is rumoured to have been responsible for the extermination of both the Ki'enn and Mi'enn, two powerful and ancient and dangerous species that were once a threat to many; The stories surrounding Souma himself are shrouded in mystery and legend, but one thing is clear: his name strikes fear into the hearts of those who knew him.

Two ancient species, and they are the last ones of the ‘creation of the old’. Ki’enn and Mi’enn are plant-like creatures that can walk like humans and feed on primitive creatures such as sponges and coral reefs. They drank the magical waters of Virginia; Thus, giving them new features and gifts of magic.

Nonetheless, The creatures known as Ki'enn and Mi'enn are distinct from the Heynois and Sylvans who serve as guardians of the forests in Virginia. They are, in fact, much more ancient and primitive than Heynois and the Sylvans. These creatures were the very first to roam Virginia, and their origins are shrouded in mystery. In stark contrast, the Sylvans were born out of magic and were created to protect the forest and its inhabitants during times of war. They were brought to life by the 'Mother Forest' herself, who infused them with the purest and most rare magic that she could offer. Thus, they became the guardians of the forest, watching over the Virginians and keeping them safe from harm.

That is until Souma came along and annihilated Ki’enn and Mi’enn like insects and inferior creatures. Thus, ending the last ones of ‘creation of the old’.

Having no regard or decent amount of mercy for lives of others, That made Souma hated by Virginians and the good Jinns. And that resulted in his demise by Lucifer himself, his second-in-command.

Raqoul’s clenched his fists hard. He tightened them with such force that his nails dug into his palms and they started to bleed – yet he didn’t care at all, after long moments, He sighed with pure annoyance and exasperation.

As he cast one last look over the balcony, he made up his mind and stepped into the room, closing the balcony windows behind him.

For the first time in untold centuries, Raqoul is going under a flurry of uncontrolled emotions. Anger, Hatred, Sadness — and perhaps depression too?

He stood by the window's balcony, his hand trembling as it reached out to touch the cool, pristine glass. It was as if he was lost in a moment of reflection, his fingers tracing the surface as if trying to summon memories of a glorious past — like remembering his godfather's finest moments and achievements.

Unfortunately, his contemplation was abruptly shattered when heard a psychotic and deranged chuckle, It is his half-sister, Vamonessyia! appeared behind him.

Raqoul’s mood quickly changed from being quiet and serene to angry and wrathful. He quickly whipped his head to look at Vamonessyia who was smiling at him.

She stepped closer to him — glorious and glamours as ever, She stands tall, her lithe form accentuated by a figure-hugging, black and red bodysuit with a tulle skirt — Her long, pointy ears hint at her demonic origins – and her sharp fangs are slightly visible when she parts her lips. Her wings, resembling those of a bat, laid unfolded and down – Blood-red lips and blood-red eyes, She looks like as Vampirella, If she was more paler than she already is and bloodier too.

Raqoul screwed up his face when he looked at her “What do you want?” He sneered at her.

She faked a gasp as she heard him. “Is that how you treat your sister?” She spoke, her voice bore fake hurtful tones.

“Half-sister,” He corrected as he turned his back on her, Clearly not interested in having a conversation with her.

She shrugged at him “Whatever, I’m here to let you know that a little birdie told me that Lucifer want to burn Souma’s old castle.”

After hearing this, Raqoul quickly spun around and looked at her “WHAT? How- Why- Where did you hear this?”

She shrugged once again; her bloody-red eyes never leaving his. “I just said a little birdie told me.”

Raqoul narrowed his eyes at her. He doesn’t trust her in the slightest. “And why are you telling me?” He finally said.

“Well, I’m helping you today because in the future you will return the favour,” She told in her raspy and alluring tone. She sassily brushed her thick long raven hair.

He looked at her for a long moment then he sighed. “Whatever,” He crossed his arms.

She rolled her eyes at him then she spread her wings and flew away from him.

Finally! She left. Raqoul’s thought. She won’t keep pestering him like a mosquito. She is always there to annoy the living crap out of him. Sometimes, He wishes that she is gone — that she vanished out of thin air — like she was never born.

But she left a while ago and Raqoul sighed in satisfaction.

A woman, surrounded by the finest, most exquisitely decorated room stands before a giant mirror, smiling as she brushed her hair. The walls were a calming green that brought up the morale of an entire battalion, and the ceiling was lined with various lanterns that cast a comforting warm white light. A large desk of polished maple wood and a comfortable chair with soft sand-brown cushions sat to the side of the woman, giving her all the room she needed to enjoy herself. On the walls hung pieces of fine paintings of various people, probably family members, adding an extra depth to the room's atmosphere.

The woman hazelnut’s eyes sparkled with mischievousness as she surveyed her rectangular Green Emerald pendant that hung on her slender neck.

She let out a giggle as she traced her pendant as if she was feeling it powers then she let go of it afterwards; Her slender fingers touched the hair brush. She gently brushed her long, thick hair tresses.

Lost deep in her thoughts, she didn’t hear her mother’s voice calling from the other room until she heard a knock on her door. That, brought her to reality. She let go of the hairbrush and got to her feet to answer the door.

Her mother stood there, hands on her hips, impatiently tapping her feet on the floor. It was a clear display of annoyance, accompanied by a pout on her beautiful yet aged face.

“I have been calling you for a while for now!” She stated. Her tone is laden with annoyance and impatience.

She smiled at her mother. “Apologise, Mother, I was busy.”

Her mother, Salwa, rolled her eyes at her “You could’ve told me!”

She giggled. “My bad, Mother, won’t happen again.”

“I truly hope so, Novelyn,” Salwa uttered. “Also, Your brothers are coming today, So be ready to welcome them.”

Without uttering a single word; Her mother, she briskly walked towards the door and exited, leaving Novelyn in her behind. Novelyn rolled her eyes, feeling a mix of annoyance and frustration, before casually making her way to her vanity desk to resume brushing her long, dark hair.

Novelyn sighed in pure annoyance. She resumed brushing her thick tresses with annoyance and jealousy, she brushed through her hair with nothing but pure resentment and jealousy. She gritted her teeth, anger and envy seething within.

The jealous woman brushes her hair not in a soothing manner, but rather with anger and resentment her strokes lacking the gentle motions typically associated with brushing her hair, rather she treats it roughly, even tearing out a few strands to relieve some of her anger and resentment. Her eyes are narrowed in jealousy as she watches herself in the mirror, her expression showing just how much she despises her brothers.

Engulfed by a virulent shade of emerald envy, she unleashed a feral snarl, the very essence of her jealousy and spite for her siblings reverberating through the room. With an agile bound, she rose, her hands transformed into instruments of rage. They descended upon the mirror with a tempest's fury, but the glass, crafted from the most resilient and exquisite materials, withstood her onslaught. In a fit of pique, her hairbrushes were sentenced to fly, banished to the room's farthest corner. It was more than a tantrum; it was a tempest within her soul, threatening to lay waste to her sanctuary.

She sighed in pure annoyance and threw her hairbrush away. she wearily slumped in the seat before her vanity, a silent witness to her earlier havoc. The remnants of her tumultuous 'redecorations' scattered about her.

"Why would I ruin myself?" she pondered aloud, a soft echo in the stillness. Her lips parted, a silent gasp hinting at words unspoken, thoughts unformed. "Why don’t I ruin their lives instead?”

Jealousy and envy, those twin serpents, slithered through her thoughts, leaving trails of poisonous intent. The seed of malice took root within her, blooming into a dark desire to inflict irrevocable ruin upon her brothers—a baleful curse, an enchantment of shadow, from which there would be no mending, no escape.

Aliyaa meandered through the verdant embrace of the ancient woods, her footsteps light upon the mossy earth. A melody, delicate and tender, escaped her lips, weaving a tranquil harmony with the rustling leaves. An errant bough, garbed in the vibrant green of spring, bowed low as if to crown her passage. With a gentle hand, she persuaded it aside and continued her enchanted stroll.

The forest around her seemed to breathe with ethereal grace, each fern and flower a silent witness to a tale of wonder and beauty. The canopy above filtered a sky awash with a soft azure glow, where clouds billowed like tufts of spun sugar, a feast for dreaming eyes.

Then, a voice—familiar and rich with the timbre of home—caressed her ears, a sound that had always been a bastion of happiness and safety.

It was her father's voice.

She gently looked behind her and saw him: Her father, Hadi Aepel, The man whose very presence was a balm to her soul. He stood, donned in white robes trimmed with gold and brown, a shepherd's hat resting atop of head. His shoulder-length hair, black as a raven's feathers, framed a face of smooth, fair-skinned —warm hazelnut eyes. His visage radiated a perennial handsomeness, a portrait of paternal affection.

"Aliyaa," he spoke, his voice a gentle invocation.

She looked at him with an innocent face "Yes, Father?"

He smiled brightly at her as he stepped closer "Have I told you today that I love you?"

She raised her chin gently and shook her head.

His hands, warm and reassuring, came to rest upon her shoulders. "Promise me, Aliyaa, that you will always remain true to yourself, and always be on the side of good."

"I promise, Daddy," she responded innocently.

Embraced in his arms, a soft gasp escaped her—a gasp of surprise and contentment, the embrace an unspoken pact of protection. Yet, as they parted, a sudden chill pricked at the edge of the moment.

Aliyaa's smile wavered — Her eyes as big as saucers — once a canvas of tranquillity, darkened in an instant. A tempest brewed at the horizon, its approach swift and menacing. Rain began to descend — a curtain of sorrow upon the scene.

In horror, she looked at her father. His face which always brought warmth and joy, was now a visage of night — eyes that once sparkled now wept a black ichor — the tears of a dark affliction. His figure, once a bastion of strength — now seemed to crumble before her.

"P-poisoned..." he rasped, his voice a hollow echo of despair, He desperately clawed at his chest as if he was trying to stop the pain. "My heart... poisoned."

There was no warmth in his tone. It was replaced by an unknown feeling to Aliyaa; The once warm and gentle tone is now cold and lifeless and devoid of emotion.

As he reached for her, desperately trying to grab her — Aliyaa recoiled and ran away. Her scream pierced the forest as the nightmare's grip tightened, and then—

Darkness.

Aliyaa jolted awake — her scream still echoing in the silence of her room. A deep breath filled her lungs as reality settled around her. It was just a nightmare, but the ominous foreshadowing of her father's fate lingered — a portent of trials to come.

She wanted to cry because she loves her father and the fear of losing him is unbearable. She cannot imagine her life without her father. Because, he is the only one who is showing her love, Her mother is… neglecting her lately.

Without him, She would be alone. And she’d miss his affection and warmth.

She began to pray to her god to protect and bliss her father’s life.

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fanaticsnail · 1 month ago

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More on the Star Wars AU because it's eating my brain like a worm eats an apple 😭😭 You can ignore it if you want, sorry for being annoying

SENATOR CROCODILE! Representative of the planet of Alabasta, one of the Core worlds, quietly working to prove the current leadership as unstable and untrustworthy and take control of the planet and its trade corridors, looking for the blueprints of a mysterious weapon.

Diathim Robin, a runaway of one of the destroyed moons of Iego, perhaps even last of her species after the refusal of her people to surrender their knowledge for the benefit of the Galactic Government, with ripped wings and dimmed aura, angry and bitter, her angelic appearance now twisted to serve the label of the Demon child.

The vision of Zoro with a lightsaber in the mouth has me wiping tears, it shouldn't be that funny to me. But you're so RIGHT ABOUT MIHAWK. (+ maybe a little angsty bonus for the goth family, but Force ghost Perona, tied to the remains of an ancient temple on the asteroid Kuraigana).

Jedi Padawan Nami (Twi'lek Nami and Nojiko???) who secretly works against the Order because a fearsome criminal has a vicious hold of her home and she is too afraid of the consequences to ask for help.

Baratie is now one of the most expensive and elegant restaurants in the Upper Levels of Coruscant, beautiful and with delicious food, ideal place to overhear the shady deals between powerful people.

Germa 66 is just another clone producing company (Kamino who, I don't know them) involved with crime and unethical experiments, the Vinsmokes now selling slaves workers for the mines, as well as making their own personal army.

Thinking of Mihawk, I can see him using an untraditional lightsaber. Yoru is still Yoru, with that enormous handle, and probably a large blade due to a bigger than average kyber crystal. Also, in my head I see him as someone who at least in his youth fell off the balance and succumbed to the Dark Side, even if not for long, so maybe his kyber crystal was bled and he eventually healed it, giving Yoru a pure white blade. I see him as someone who fares incredibly well with any form of lightsaber combat (he is an overachiever like that), perhaps even developing his own (showoff), although I see him having a preference for a combination of Makashi and Soresu. Now Zoro, Zoro. In canon all his swords are legendary or cursed, but I still want him to have made at least one of his lightsabers. So let's say, Kitetsu III is the third because it's the third lightsaber made with this kyber, and it's not the sword but rather the crystal that is cursed. Perhaps it changes colour with every new person that bonds to it. Let's say in Zoro's case it's blue. Wado is very pale blue, almost white (think Ashoka), and Zoro still inherits it from Kuina, although I see her dying later in their years, perhaps in unfair combat. Shusui (I miss that sword so much) was won, and definitely has a purple blade. Zoro uses the Ataru form almost exclusively (big on the offense, physically challenging, requires a great deal of using Haki the Force, it screams Zoro), although Mihawk tries to make him at least combine it with Soresu (because Zoro's defense sucks <3 jk jk I love him).

Kid who incorporates a variation of every piece of weaponry he encounters and deems cool enough in his arm, always having a trick up his beskar arm. Rusty red armour, later incorporating bold gold stripes (gold symbolises vengeance so maybe?), Kil's armour is blue (reliability) -grey, I see Wire's as black (justice. It fits him), and Heat's perhaps black-gray-pale blue (gray is a symbol of mourning a lost love, if I remember correctly which immediately made me think of Heat x Tobiuo angst for some reason. But seriously, what if.....? Not that she is actually dead but what if he believes she is (I can't think about him separately of her anymore T.T)

Kid and Killer's dynamic reminds me so much of Boba and Din's in a way. Working for the Empire bounty hunter Boba has Kid's rage and pride. Din is a quiet, gentle giant for the people who cares about, honourable and proud, and loyal to a fault which is like. Killer. In a nutshell.

(And to think two of my main One Piece OCs started out as Star Wars OCs .... And now they want to go back home to be space criminals 😔😔)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Senator Crocodile. Diathim Robin. ZORO WITH A LIGHTSABER IN HIS MOUTH IM SCREAMING. I have no words, this is just gorgeous. You have so many beautiful thoughts, and I am so very grateful you're sharing them with me. Mihawk trying to work on Zoro's defence, hells yes.

The coloured armour I am absolutely, deeply in love with. Wire in black 🫠🫠🫠 and the fact you're thinking of my OC in there with Heat makes me so insanely emotional. Have Tobiuo missing and presumed dead, only to be a slave to the gangsters, like the hutts. Make her a Twi'lek, former Jedi with amnesia (forbidden love between Heat as a Mandalorian). GREAT, NOW IM THINKING REALLY HARD ABOUT THIS AND TRYING NOT TO SCREAM.

KID AND KILLER BOBA AND DIN AAAAAAA YES PLEASE AND THANK YOU ABSOLUTELY. I am so in love with this whole train of thought, you have no idea. Thank you 😭😭😭

Edit to Add: YES TO STAR WARS OCS MIXED INTO ONE PIECE. I gotta hear about them.

#ask snail #snail answers #star wars au #one piece #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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stevenbasic · 6 months ago

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Growing into the Job, Post 399: Cat n Mouse, Epilogue (Bliss Interlude Number Three)

“According to Hesiod's Theogony, the Erinyes were female chthonic deities born from the blood of Uranus when he was castrated by a titan and his genitalia thrown to the sea.The drops of blood which fell upon Gaia, the Earth, grew to fearsome, demonic women while the seafoam birthed the beautiful Aphrodite. Other accounts name them as the daughters of Nyx and Hades. These furies relentlessly pursued and tormented those who had mistreated the weak, driving them to madness and suffering. They represented the concept of divine retribution and were seen as agents of justice, ensuring that the natural order was maintained by punishing those that disrupted it. Despite their terrifying nature, the Erinyes also held the power to grant forgiveness and absolution once justice had been serv-”

Suddenly, darkness. All the lights in the apartment had gone out..

“What in God’s name i-is…is going on here?” Judge Horace Smalls muttered to himself, closing shut the old book he’d pulled from his wall of shelves. He could hear it himself, despite how ridiculous this all seemed: his voice was shaking. When the echoes of it stopped, all that was left was the pounding of his heart, now the loudest thing in his ears. The apartment was otherwise deathly quiet and dark, save for the scant light coming from the sleeping city outside. Where are those policemen?!? I called them ten minutes ago. Don’t they know who I am!?!

He wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and reached to put back the old tome from his classics studies at Haverford, back where it belonged. The book slid back into place, but an old award from his litigation days clattered noisily to the floor. Damn these knees, he cursed, bending over to pick the plaque up off the floor. Horace glanced over at the wheelchair sitting against the wall, the one his doctor insisted he use, but Horace refused. His legs still had some use in them. He grabbed his cane, and his eyes were brought back to the window, looking out over the darkened city. That horrific symbol, still wet, dripped.

Just fifteen minutes ago, Judge Smalls had been having a fine night, sipping his 30-yr Highland and going through the briefings he’d needed to review for tomorrow on the bench for the minor upstate circuit court. A strange noise had pulled him from his papers and when he looked up to the window, he’d been shocked. Pulling himself up to his wizened, nearly useless legs, he’d made it over to the window and ran his gnarled hands down the glass. That strange symbol had been painted from the outside of the building, in what must be red paint...

A prank, he thought at first. “Send them right away,” he’d told the female dispatcher on the other end of the line, and hung up curtly. Yes, he’d recognized the symbol, and while waiting for the police he would start his own research.

The Erinyes. The Furies. What sort of shim-sham was this??

A threat? A game, maybe…but painted on his apartment’s window? On the outside of his apartment’s window? On the outside of his 23rd floor’s apartment’s window? Scrawled in what looked now horrifically like-

A noise, a noise from the bedroom, breaking glass that made his heart jump. “Is someone there??” he called out, his reedy voice sounding hoarse and worn. He worked his way through the dark, one hand on his cane, the other grasping the furniture for purchase. But as he hobbled towards the door he was stopped. A zephyr hit him, a cool knife of air from the bedroom that made his spine tingle and the hairs of his half-bare arms stand on end. Had that been the window breaking???

“Is someone there?!!?” he called out again.

He could faintly hear the sound of the city outside, filtering in from the other room. Something had broken the window, and, as he - trembling, now - slowly moved towards the bedroom he saw it immediately. Glass lay shattered, shards of it glimmered on the sill and the hardwood of the floor. Something had broken a window from the outside. He stepped himself in, heart pounding, the slippers on his feet crunching the broken glass. He saw no one.

But something moved behind him.

“IS SOMEONE THERE?!?!?” he belched, hearing the crack in his voice as he spun around, as quickly as he could in his building panic, nearly falling right there. More glass crunched below him.

Then the room was quiet again, save for the distant sounds of the city still coming from down below and his own rattling breath. This was the bedroom he once shared with Loreen, his wife of 42 years. He missed her, now, despite everything. Good riddance, he usually thought, I’m better without her and her new feminist ideas, but now he was alone. And frail.

At this point, his blood was fragile with ice. Damn those cops! Where ARE they?!?! Slowly, in the darkness, he began to grope his way back to the main living room, the pain in his knees becoming an agony. <clop, clop, clop> came the sound of his cane on the hardwood of the floor, silenced as he stepped onto the asian rug centered in the room. If he were more lucid he would have noticed the new smell in the air, an unfamiliar perfume, strong and sensual…and underneath it the distinct smell of oxidized hemoglobin, iron and blood.

Losers, losers and failures, the old Judge silently railed.

The city police these days, they were worthless, ever since the department had been taken over by a woman. They were as hapless as the whelps that had been sent out today to serve his warrants and injunctions, the boys who called themselves attorneys, more failures. If they were going to put a much-needed stop to this “movement”, it was going to have to be done locally. Luckily the courts - some of them, at least, the lower ones - still had men like himself, men who were willing t-

Someone had moved the furniture in the living room, pushed aside the coffee table and overturned an easy chair. Then, a strange noise. A knock on the wall and - was that the sound of someone, high and bright, whistling? An eerily happy tune pierced through the silence, along with long, hard scraping sounds as something tore along the walls. It was coming closer. He looked around, terror building inside his brittle bones. He stopped, listened, for a good long moment. And then another, frozen in place. Now, whatever it was, it was just taunting him in silence.

Until it laughed.

Unmistakable, a young woman’s icy giggle, a blend of mirth and menace shivered the air around him like frost across a windowpane.

“Who…is…THERE?!” he yelled out to the dark.

His only response from the apartment was another disembodied female laugh, this one more cold and chilling than the last. He had to get out of here, he had to. As he hobbled as fast as his brittle legs could carry him towards the elevator door that opened up right to his apartment, the laughter followed, now unsettlingly maniacal and right over his shoulder. It seemed to carry an otherworldly quality that would be out of place in any ordinary setting but now in this moment sang in symphony with the cacophony of dread slowly closing in around his failing heart. The laughter’s unpredictability - how it rose and tittered, snarled - made it all the more unnerving, as it shifted between amusement and something much darker. It terrorized him, and as he looked wildly about as he faltered himself towards the elevator he could not discern the source behind the laughter. Where are they?!?!

He was at the elevator, now, pushing wildly on the buttons. <DOWN DOWN DOWN!!!>

But - oh god, oh no - the buttons! They weren’t lighting up! There was no power, no power to the entire apartment! The elevator couldn’t be called and - a glance towards the door which would lead to the stairwell - he made a break for it. Unsteady, nearly falling - DAMN THESE USELESS KNEES!!! DAMN THE USELESS POLICE!! - he made it to the door. Maybe he could, somehow-

LOCKED!!

For a brief second, a moment of clarity. He knew, right then, that the police were not coming. He’d spoken to a woman, a dispatcher, at the station. He’d had a direct line, one they’d known he’d use. The women were coming for him, for what he’d done. “Whoever you a-are,” he wheezed, as forcefully as he could manage to whoever was there with him, “please…please. Let’s find a way to talk about this. I’m sorry about today, I’m sorry about the search warrants.” Something was there, waiting in the darkness. The panic had crept back into his flesh, and his voice had begun to crack. “I’m…s-s-sorry!”

The walls around him, they were closing in. He spun around, shaking now in abject fear to face the inside of his apartment and whoever was here. Suddenly, his cane slipped and his withered knees gave way and he fell, crashing forward onto his hands and slamming his face into the carpet. The cane clattered uselessly at his side. For a long moment the world spun around him but as it cleared he was able to raise his head, look up.

Someone had lit three candles in front of him. And she was crouching right across from them, wearing one of his wife’s old tops and looking down onto his crumpled form. She was bigger than she should’ve been...

He froze, quivering.

With a sickening squelch something stopped, having come rolling towards him on its side. He gasped as it came now face-to-face with the severed head of a man, eyes turned up horrifically into its head. Blood already pooling below it and draining it of color, it was unmistakably one of the young whelp attorneys that had been sent to the women today, armed with his warrants and injunctions.

Judge Horace Smalls wet himself.

“Good. You’ve finally stopped talking,” the pale, dark haired woman spoke, “Now you can start screaming.”

…

...

He wished he would have been able to say that her teeth were the last thing he saw, when suddenly she hissed and bared her fangs. But she made sure it took a little longer than that.

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thank you thank you RiF for editing

#growingintothejob

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ivory--raven · 9 months ago

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Day 11, "alternate timeline." It's 1800. The chocolate scene, but Gabriel didn't notice anything amiss when he went to his tailor's and tried on his new suit. He didn't even look out of the window once.

Different universe from most of the other angelfish things I've been posting here.

“Michael,” says Gabriel, smiling pleasantly. That is a terrible sign.

“Gabriel,” she says, curt.

“We’ve decided it’s time for a change of pace,” he continues. She’s not sure who we is, because it clearly doesn’t include her. “As you know, the Principality Aziraphale has served faithfully on Earth for almost six thousand years.”

She does know. Has Aziraphale finally decided he’s done with Earth? They’ll have to send a replacement, but they can do that.

“We’ve decided,” says Gabriel, and there’s that we again, “to recall Aziraphale.”

“That makes sense to me,” says Michael.

“Great! Then you understand. We’ve decided you’re the best candidate to take his place.”

What?

Michael must be hearing wrong. She must be. This can’t be right. How can this possibly be right?

“You’ll be stationed in a bookshop he cleverly decided to open. Use it as your main base of operations.”

No. No, no, no!

“What about my role?” she asks.

Gabriel’s smile doesn’t go away. “Don’t worry about us up here, we’ll manage!” He claps her on the shoulder. She takes it like a soldier. “Well then, I’ll let Aziraphale brief you on your new posting. He is, after all, the expert!”

Michael takes stock of her expression (calm) and her posture (strong, authoritative). She can’t let Gabriel see he gets to her. Can’t let him see she doesn’t want to go. Why couldn’t a less important angel go in Aziraphale’s place?

The Principality is stony faced when she sees him. “Archangel Michael.”

“Aziraphale,” she says, tone cool.

“I’ll leave you two to it!” Gabriel claps his hands together.

“My bookshop was supposed to have a grand opening on Friday after lunch,” says Aziraphale. There’s something off about his voice, though she isn’t sure what it is.

“A grand opening,” she repeats. “Friday. Is there anything else I should know?”

“The demon Crowley,” says Aziraphale. “Very wily. Very evil. Takes a lot of thwarting. Be on the lookout. He’s, er, very fearsome.”

“I’m sure I can handle a demon perfectly well,” says Michael.

London is crowded. There are humans and smells and colours and objects everywhere. Michael hasn’t been in an Earth city in four hundred years, and there are many more humans and smells than there were four hundred years ago.

At least the bookshop is quiet. There are a couple of books already shelved, but most are in crates. There is furniture, chairs and tables, all of it in a style Michael would never choose for herself. An open box of chocolates is abandoned on an armchair. The smell of something demonic has invaded even the bookshop. The demon Crowley must be powerful indeed.

She’s not worried about it. She is an archangel of the Lord. A demon might be tricky for a principality to handle, but she will grasp the problem firmly with both hands and deal with it.

By the time Friday arrives, Michael has shelved all the books and thinks she has a reasonable grasp of current human currency.

The bell over the door jangles as it opens and a human comes inside. “Oh, hello dearie,” says the human, a woman in a red dress, “where is Mr. Fell?”

“This is my bookshop,” says Michael.

“Oh, but Mr. Fell said…”

“It’s always been my bookshop,” says Michael, snapping her fingers.

“I just thought I’d come over and see how you’re getting on with the preparations for the grand opening,” says the human.

“Right,” says Michael. “I’m all right.”

“Oh, but you haven’t any food out!” she exclaims. “Won’t be a moment, just you wait.”

Sure enough, she’s back with a tray of gross matter. “I’ll set these out. It was two you said you were starting, wasn’t it?”

“It was,” agrees Michael, because why not?

“Ten minutes until people start arriving, I reckon,” she says. “Ooh, it’s so exciting to have a new shop opening! And a bookshop!”

She’s right. In about ten minutes, people start clanging their way into the bookshop and congratulating Michael on her ownership of it.

Something shifts in the air. The scent of demon is stronger, and with it, saltwater. She recognizes the aura and looks up to see the demon Dagon lurking outside. Sighing, she leaves the shop to face her just outside.

“Heard you got sent down here,” Dagon says. “I had to come up and see for myself, naturally.”

“Be gone, foul demon,” says Michael.

“Aw, Archangel Michael, you’ve been brought low,” says Dagon. “You’re touchy.”

“I’m not touchy,” snaps Michael.

Dagon brushes a hand against her upper arm. “All this tension,” she says. “I could help with that.”

Blood pools in Michael’s cheeks, on her chest. “You shouldn’t be here. We shouldn’t be here.”

“You wanna take me home, Archangel?” Dagon pulls off the coat she’s wearing, folds it over her arm.

Michael’s breath catches in her throat.

Dagon’s blue eyes gleam. “Come on, invite me in.”

“Fine,” says Michael.

Dagon takes Michael’s arm and pulls her into her own bookshop. “The demon Crowley wouldn’t stay up here,” she says, conversationally. “You must be too good at smiting demons for her.”

“Is that why you’re here?” Michael asks. “Forced to replace Crowley?”

“Oh, no,” says Dagon, leaning in close. “I volunteered.”

The demon Crowley was reporting back in person, for once. “They’re sending a new angel down,” she’s saying. Boring. Dagon picks dirt out from under her nails. Doesn’t Heaven just do that every now and again?

“Know who it izz?” asks Beelzebub.

Crowley’s shoulders slump. “That wanker Michael.”

Dagon’s hands go still. Michael? Michael with the pretty hair and the shiny armour? Michael with the spears and the swords? Michael with the voice she could listen to for hours, Michael who blushes red like a blooming flower, like a fresh bruise?

“The Archangel Michael?” clarifies Beelzebub. Crowley nods miserably.

“She’s replacing Aziraphale.”

“If she’zz replacing him, we don’t need you up there,” says Beelzebub. “How would you like to come home?”

Crowley shrugs. “Um,” she says.

“You can’t let an angel roam around on Earth without a demon to work against them,” interjects Dagon.

“We’ll send someone else,” says Beelzebub.

“I could do it,” says Dagon, attempting for casual but overshooting and landing on reluctant.

“Appreciate your willingness, but we need you here.”

“I could still do my job. I’d just be doing it from up there instead,” argues Dagon. “You know I’m in my office most of the time anyway.”

Beezebub raises an eyebrow. “You are suggesting I let you take top secret filezz up there where there’zz a hostile angel?”

That’s exactly what she’s suggesting they do. “You can trust me.”

They look unimpressed. So do all their flies. “Never trust a demon. You know that.”

She stares into their eyes. They’re the one to break eye contact. “Fine,” Beelzebub says. “Savezz me torturing some poor sod into saying yezz.”

#femslash omens #angelfish #ineffable administrators #i'm so sorry to aziraphale and crowley #it'll be okay they'll figure it out. they will reunite #good omens

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elentary · 8 months ago

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I was watching (again) Crowley and Aziraphale's trials when something caught my eye (and my ear).

When I heard "in the deepest pit", something I have buried for almost 20 years popped into my mind: Dante's Inferno (I mean "La Divina Commedia", not the videogame, obviously).

After all those years I can still remember what I learnt in highschool about the structure of hell. a quick Wikipedia dive confirmed my thoughts.

This is hell:

Several circles, each one with his sinners, punishments, demons and VIP. Long story short, graver you had sinned, lower you go and more you're screwed in your punishment (which is often chosen by the "contrappasso" rule: some are really gruesome, so watch out if you want to read about them).

In the ninth (and last) circle there are Cocytus, a frozen river, and, at the lowest/deepest point, Giudecca, the Frozen lake. In this place are punished the worst sinners in the universe: the traitors who had betrayed people who had special relationships with. Like traitors of family members, homeland/community, guests and benefactors.

Those damned souls are punished by having their body partially or totally buried in the ice in the worst possible position imaginable.

(here you can also admire Dante and Virgilio looking upon Ruggieri degli Ubaldini [=the snack] and Conte Ugolino della Gherardesca [=the hungry man])

That frozen wasteland is the "deepest pit" of hell. And, to me, that is utterly terrifying imagining Aziraphale-as-Crowley (or Crowley) there. Why?

1) can you imagine how agonizing is being stuck in the same position for all eternity when you constantly wiggle, fidget, fret and giggle? Especially with an anxious mind? Or with an active imagination?

2) the cold is not just freezing cold (which is nasty by itself). The cold is the embodiment of the missing love/light/warmness which is the embodiment of GOD. And in Giudecca nobody can reach you (since you're completely encased in ice) and neither can God's love.

3) do you know who is in the utter center of that place?

This guy:

Satan himself.

And he's munching on the three worst traitors of history (in Dante's opinion): Brutus, Cassius and Judas Iscariot (technically Satan has 3 faces and in each mouth there is a traitor).

He's munching on three people he doesn't know. What do you think he could do to a being who should have served him with loyalty (and/or fear)? He had all eternity to punish his traitor.

To me this is even scarier to the holy water.

Probably Neil's Hell is not based on Dante's inferno but, to me, the possibility of being sent in the furthest place from God with Satan as a torturer is a fearsome possibility for Aziraphale (especially since we know that demons get punished for failing their jobs [or annoying other demons]).

Aziraphale, until he saw Micheal with the pitcher, didn't have the certainty he and Crowley had understood what Agnes Nutter's prophecy was. So, to me, being sent in the deepest pit of hell as a punishment was a possibility (that probably even hell had considered).

Don't think that's a coincidence the scene in hell has the same "vibe" of this one:

In my opinion, in the first two pictures (at the beginning of this post) Aziraphale-as-Crowley was keeping his cool better just because 1) in his mind his boyfriend Crowley would be brave enough to not show fear in front of the hell 2) he was really having faith in Agnes Nutter's prophecy (and in their analysis).

And I love how Aziraphale-as-Crowley has enjoyed his bath in the tub and put the fear of God Crowley into everyone who was there to avoid any further punishments (too bad they still decided to evict the demon from his flat).

And Crowley-as-Aziraphale? Was he in danger of another punishment?

I wondered about that and the first thing that came to my mind was the Fall (and I made myself really upset).

Crowley was risking to Fall again, a second time, and live that again (and I don't think the archangels were going to rip some celestial files, remove his passwords and put him in the elevator to send him to hell).

We don't know if in the night before the trials Crowley and Aziraphale had thought and/or shared their opinions about what would have happened if they had misunderstood Agnes Nutter's prophecy or if their plan failed.

However both of them decided to go to the place that could have destroyed them easily if they failed.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #Crowley and Aziraphale's trials #the deepest pit #dante #divina commedia #inferno #hell #heaven #tw torture #torture #eating people #satan #if somebody say something like “Crowley and Aziraphale have switched places at their trial just to save their own skins”#I'll become conte Ugolino

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demon-blood-youths · 1 year ago

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Summoning Chaos - Spectator Notes - The Chaotic Sword vs The King of Curses || Drabble

Hi everyone! This is part of a mini-series involving Ink's sword. This drabble is inspired by @the-silver-peahen-residence, who wrote the summoning chaos ( part 1 and part 2 ) please read them!

This leads me to write the OVA parts called Spectator Notes which has a documentary feel to it featuring our cast of witnesses and their accounts surrounding the fearsome greatsword; Wyvern.

Anyway! Enjoy reading!

----- Witnesses ----

The Jujutsu Kaisen cast ( Yuji, Megumi, Nobara,Gojo and Sukuna ) muses rped by Peahen-mun!

Our OCs ( Kisho Hashimoto, Taz Hellion and Ink Vanguard ) by me!

----- Summary -----

The stories about the Ink's Wyvern continues. This documentary follows the accounts of students from Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College aka Tokyo Jujutsu High. The accounts followed the incident of a certain demonic cursed object

These are their stories.

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A camera is turned on revealing a peitie girl sitting on a comfy chair. She has medium-length hair in a messy ponytail on the side. She has three orange marks on the right side of her cheek.

"So.....Taz! Can you tell me what happened during your mission with Van Ink The Dragon!" The interviewer is behind the camera as the young man zooms in.

"Sure thing! But it's a crazy story!" Taz said. "It all started with Ink visiting me!"

----- Tokyo Jujutsu High -----

This month, Ink decide to pay Taz a visit as she wants to see how the youngest member of the team is doing. After hearing about her missions and seeing her sparring with her classmates. Ink never been so proud of her teammate learning so much. Taz's fellow classmates; Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushigoro, Nobara Kugisaki and Kisho Hashimoto. They were all happy to see Taz so happy to meet Ink again.

Then one day, Gojo requested her to be on a mission to accompany her students to which Ink happily accepted. But before all that...let's look into the accounts of the students' impressions of Ink.

------ Yuji, Nobara and Megumi -----

"It's good to see Ink again! I heard about the story when she fought a spirit kraken and otherscool!" Yuji said. "I even got to spar with her!"

"Plus I love her jacket! Hell...her friends have some good fashion sense." Nobara asked. "She even brought me gifts because Taz told her of what he wanted. She is so cool!"

"Hm. She alright." Megumi said, "But she is very important to Taz. Ink is a good friend. But..."

Nobara and Yuji became silent.

"It's that sword of hers..." Megumi sighed to which Yuji and Nobara nodded vigorously.

----- Kisho ------

"Okay! So I was like so excited because this is Van Ink the Dragon we're talking about here!" Kisho Hashimoto aka Daichi Pheon-X as he is with Eito. The bird chirps in excitement, "I even got her autograph! Like holy shit" Kisho shows Ink's signature, it has an undecipherable signature. There were added initials of V.I.D but it has a cute doodle of a dragon, "She's the type of person I wanna be!

"I even saw her famous greatsword! Wyvern! Dude! It is like straight out of a Fantasy MMORPG game! It looks so cool!" Kisho said.

"I even took a picture with her!" Kisho gushed.

----- Maki Zenin ------

"Yeah, she's nice...." Maki Zenin pushes her glasses, shrugging, "She even let me hold her greatsword, Wyvern for a moment when I asked. I have to say. I never felt a sword like Wyvern before. It felt....I can't describe it. It's out of this world. I don't know why but it took a liking to me for some reason. It respects me. But you know I was surprised when I heard a rumor about it."

----- Panada and Toge ------

"She's super nice! I thought she would be wild. I remember seeing her when she almost burned down the school after trying the Jujutsu Spicy Curse Ramen challenge! But hey! The girl is super chill and cool to hang out with!"

"Salmon!" Toge Inumaki chirped in agreement.

"But I heard about a crazy rumor regarding that sword of hers! I heard what happened on a mission where she and the first-years went on." Panda said.

"Salmon." Toge nods.

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Following the events of the mission; the ones who went were Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushigoro, Nobara Kugisaki, Taz Hellion, and Ink Vanguard. They were sent to deal with a curse haunting an old mall.

------ Yuji Itadori ----

"So I was with Ink one time. From what Taz told me...she really likes to fight!" He smiles. " During the mission, we were fighting curses and a big curse came! Look like some kind of Frankenstein! We were all fighting. Then Ink says.....something. Wyvern! Right! I know that's the name of her sword. Butt...."

---- Taz Hellion ----

"She forgot where she put her sword." She sighs. "I mean! I know! But..my friends didn't know about this....but...."

----- Nobara Kugisaki -----

"HOW DO YOU FORGET YOUR SWORD?!" Nobara exclaimed with her hands up as she can't believe. "Then she tries to call for it! I suspect something cool but..."

---- Megumi Fushigoro ----

"She calls it over and over again." Megumi rubbing his temples, mumbling a bit. He speaks, "Nothing happened and the sword still didn't come. She got frustrated and she yelled loudly. We were all watching and the curses too." Megumi shook his head. Noting how embarrassing and shocking that was. "I thought there was a 1st-grade curse that expanded its domain. But Taz told me...it happens."

Megumi pauses.

"I...don't how to respond to that." Megumi made a face.

----- Yuji -----

"And I heard a huge crash coming from the top. A boom sound! And I was like...what? Then what came crashing through the ceiling is Ink's sword! I was like 'Okay cool! Now we can get to see her fight for real!'" He smiles before he chuckles nervously.

"And I thought it would go straight to her hand like those main characters in an anime! BAM!" He smacks his hands together, "It hit her right on the forehead! She got knocked out and there was blood everywhere!"

"And I was 'Oh my god! Ink!" Yuji cried. "What happened?!"

----- Megumi ----

"I was seriously...worried right there. Yuji try to shake Ink awake and I was worried about Taz. And then...I looked towards Taz and she had that expression as if she knew it was going to happen."

----- Taz ----

"Whenever Ink calls for her sword, it always hits her in the face or nose," Taz said, twiddling her thumbs. "I told them...that happens! Like.... A lot...."

"I mean...I didn't like saying that because it makes Ink look bad. But Kinie was being mean and was laughing when it happened and she told Sukuna about it. Even Mister Sukuna laughed."

------ Flashback -----

That's not funny, Sukuna!" Yuji yelled. 'Stop laughing!'

It sure is! What kind of idiot has their OWN sword knocked them out! What an idiot! Sukuna howled with laughter as he rolled across his skull pile like a maniac. What the hell is that?! So much for Van Ink The Dragon! BWAHAHAHAHA! What a dumbass!"

"This happens, King. The sword has a bad habit." Kinie snickering.

"WAIT! IT HAPPENS?! LIKE EVERY DAY WHENEVER SHE SUMMONS IT?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!' Sukuna laughed even harder.

------ Nobara -----

"I...I....I....don't know what to think!" Nobara said. "I mean....it happens?! As if that's a normal thing?! Then does she beat someone if she gets knocked out?! HOW DOES THAT WORK?!"

------ Megumi -----

"Then Yuji said something to Sukuna about....."

------ Yuji ------

"I told him! If you're so better how about you hold the sword then! And...uh...this is where I messed up. Or rather....Sukuna messed up!"

"I didn't mess up!!" Sukuna said as his mouth appears on his cheek "That damn sword..."

------- Flashback-----

"Ha! Foolish demon brat!" The curse refers to Ink still on the ground who is knocked out. He switched and took over his body, "I will show you how a true demon handles a demonic weapon. The King of Curses himself!" Sukuna laughed as he went to grab the sword. He whistled. Not bad. He felt the power radiating from this sword. He never expected Ink to have a sword like this. He has to give this dragon brat some credit.

"Alright...you low-grade curse! I will be taking over and borrowing this weakling's sword." But the moment he swings. He misses.The trio blinks. Huh?!

Then Sukuna swings. He misses again. And again.

"Sukuna! Stop messing around-" Megumi said.

"I'm not.!" Sukuna said.

Sukuna narrows his eyes at this sword, he tries to pull it but for some reason, the sword gets heavy. Hold on...it is making itself heavy with cursed energy?!

"Hey! You sword! You're alive, aren't you?! Your so-called master is knocked out! What do you think you're doing?! I'm stronger than her! So I command you to obey me!" Sukuna commanded.

---- Yuuji Itadori with Megumi and Nobara------

"Okay! When me and Sukuna switched. The moment he tries to talk to the sword. it talk." Yuji said it which fills the room with silence.

"Wait really?" Nobara asked.

"Hm..." Megumi said.

"I'm not kidding! It talks! The sword really talks!" Yuji exclaimed, getting up from the sofa. "I can remember the voice in my head. It was so demon-like. Like...like...like those movies you watched, right? It had that gnarly sound, really sound garbled and when Sukuna try to order it around Ink was knocked out. It said...like this!"

-----

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU????"

Sukuna and Yuji widen their eyes at the voice. It's male, demonic, loud, and quite frankly pissed off.

"What the fu-" Before they knew it, the dim lights within eye sockets of the dragon skull of the sword grew and looked at the duo dead in the eye. It jerked suddenly and took the duo on a wild flight in the building. The loud sound of crashes and things being broken are heard.

---- Nobara -----

"Okay! Let me tell you how I see it!" Nobara waved her hands in a gesture.

"It's like holding a magic broom and it took Sukuna with Yuji's body through the building. Through the walls! It's like that wizard movie with the boy with the lighting scar on it with no control over his broom. I had never seen a sword that gave Sukuna. Sukuna of all people that much trouble!" Nobara exclaimed.

"Like! I never seen that!"'

---- Flashback -------

Sukuna! Let go of the sword!" Megumi shouted.

"LIKE HELL I WILL! I AM NOT GOING TO TOLERATE AN ATTITUDE FROM A DAMN SWORD!" Sukuna shouted before he was taken to another room. Taz, Megumi, and Nobara were stunned. More crashes are heard shaking the building.

"GODDAMNIT! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" Sukuna roared but the sword didn't listen. Oh no. It hits Sukuna in the gut, forcing him to crash into the wall. This is getting ridiculous.

"Someone wake Ink up, right now!" Megumi shouted as Ink was knocked out with swirls in her eyes.

------ Megumi ----

"It took time for us to wake Ink up before the whole building collapses I never knew a sword like that when Taz told me about it. I mean....she forgot her sword. That didn't bother me. Ink is capable of it without it. But for a sword to act like that. It's unheard of it. It's like dealing with a cursed tool but acts like a cursed object." Megumi said, sighing.

------ Flashback ----

"INK! WAKE UP! YOUR SWORD IS BEATING UP MY BIG BROTHER AND MISTER SUKANA!" Taz shakes her shoulders violently trying to wake Ink up in a panic. "WAKE UP!"

"Uh...Taz. Now..calm down. We can find a way to wake her up. Let's get out of here." Nobara tries to calm her down but she and Megumi don't expect the next thing of what Taz did.

"WAKE UP!" Taz then slaps Ink across the face. It is like the sound of a whip cracked against skin echoing the hallway.

----- Nobara and Megumi----

"Just to remind you all. That was all Taz. Kinzie Ger played no part in." Nobara said. "I didn't know she can slap so hard! Even I feel it!" Nobara giggled making Megumi sigh with a deadpanned.

"Yes. And it did wake Ink up." Megumi said.

------ Back to Flashback ----

"OW! THAT HURTS!" Ink yelled as she woke up, sitting up. Ink looks around frantically. "Wait! What happened?! What did I miss?!"

"Your sword," Megumi answered.

"My sword?!" Ink said then remembers. "Oh! Wyvern! Ugh! He knocked me out again!"

Again??! Nobara and Megumi stared.

"Where is he?!"

"Big brother has it!" Taz said. Ink blinks, "Wait...big brother? Wait why does Yuji have it?!" Ink asked.

"Actually...it's Sukuna that has it." Megumi corrected.

"Why does SUKUNA have it?!" Ink asked.

"He tried to show it off after you got knocked out and your sword wasn't having it." Nobara explains, "Sooo...." She points her hammer towards the direction where Sukuna is being dragged across the mall while still holding onto the sword.

"WHAT?! I HAVE TO STOP THEM!" Ink yelled, getting back on her feet and running down, chasing after her sword.

"I think we should stop them." Megumi said.

"No way! I wanna see what happens!" Nobara said.

"Hrmmm..." Taz looks worried.

----- Taz ------

"Come to think of it, I do remember Ink bringing it with me on the mission instead of leaving it somewhere! I really do remember! I even tell her so I don't know where it went before she called for it!" Taz said, scratching her head.

---- Gojo Saturo -----

Gojo is snickering as he sits down with his legs crossed on the lounge chair.

"Yeah~ I kinda borrow the sword a little. Just a little I mean!" Gojo waved his hands playfully and looked innocent, "I was really curious when I felt its cursed energy so I inspected it!" He had his hands up as he continued, "Because the sword has some interesting cursed energy on it. It's an aggressive one mind you. So I just check it out and even hold it with infinity. It even likes me~!" Gojo laughed. "I never thought Ink would need it until she called for it! But I didn't know Sukuna tried to hold it and hearing that Sukuna failed to bring it under control and taken on a ride is pretty funny. The way my students described it to me was......pfffftt..." He snorts before bursting out laughing.

Gojo laughs his head off, "HAHAHAHAHA! The King of Curses got humbled by a sword. Sure...it's a demon sword. But come on! You have to admit that's pretty hilarious!" He sniggered.

----- Megumi -----

Megumi makes a face at how that happened. "After hearing what Gojo did. I wanted to hit him. So bad." Megumi facepalmed as his eye twitched, "It almost jeopardizes the mission!" Megumi shook his head. "So Gojo-sensei took the sword off Ink's back where she isn't looking and wants to 'inspect'." Megumi uses fingers as a way to express inspection in double quotes.

"I don't know what that man is thinking! Seriously?!"

------ Yuuji -----

"I heard that sword mention Gojo along the way...." Yuji said. "It said something like..."

-----

"I AM NOT TOY LIKE THAT SIX-EYED WIZARD THINK!" The sword roared inside the minds of Sukuna and Yuji before it took them up, smashing through the ceilings and reaching the skies before taking them straight back into the building.

"DAMN YOU!" Sukuna said. "OBEY ME!"

----- Nobara ---

"Now thinking about it. I think Ink's sword decides to mess with Sukuna." Nobara chuckled. "I mean...come on! The way Sukuna acted like makes it sound the sword wants to give him a hard time after he dissed Ink. Or maybe because Gojo treated it like a toy. That cursed energy tells me that sword is pissed off" She shrugged.

"But it gets crazy when Ink gets involved, trying to get it back!"

---- Flashback ----

In the one of rooms....Megumi, Nobara, and Taz hear it all from the next room below.

"HEY! LET GO OF MY SWORD! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Ink yelled.

"TELL YOUR SWORD TO HEEL, BRAT!!" Sukuna yelled.

"WYVERN DOESN'T LISTEN TO ME!" Ink retorted.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT DOESN'T LISTEN TO YOU?!" Sukuna asked.

"I mean he listens to me most of the time - some of the time - but not all the time! He's moody like that!" Ink quickly explains. Silence fills the room. Nobara and Megumi stared in disbleief.

"Ehhhh....it's kinda true." Taz scratched her cheek sheepishly.

Kinda???? The two sorcerers and Kinie Ger thought. Sukuna cannot believe this!

"WHAT KIND OF SWORD THAT DOESN'T LISTEN EVEN TO ITS OWN MASTER?! WHAT IS THIS BULLSHIT!? WHAT KIND OF SWORD IS THIS?!" Sukuna shouted.

"HEY! WYVERN IS HIS OWN PERSON, OKAY?! NOW LET GO OF HIM!" Ink retorted.

"NEVER! I WILL HAVE THE SWORD SUBMITTED TO ME! I WILL SHOW YOU HOW A KING DOES IT!"

"WAIT! DON'T!" More chaos ensues. "SUKUNA LET GO OF THE SWORD!"

------ Gojo -----

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The teacher is still laughing, holding his sides. He lifted his blindfold as he couldn't stop laughing. There were tears in his eyes.

"Just to be fair. I was holding it with infinity when the sword called before letting it go! So yeah! I kinda believe it was pissed off and decides to take out on poor Sukuna~"

------ Megumi ------

"Did the sword sumbit to Sukuna?" Asked the interviewer.

Megumi had a blank expression before giving his answer. "No." He shakes his head quickly. "He didn't. The sword...was too.....even I have to say it..too much." He sips his milk tea.

"Ink got it back and quickly defeated the curse. When Yuji got...um"

----- Nobara ----

"Yuji took control of his body and he got bonked on the head when thrown against the wall after he let go of the sword. Taz went over and checked his wounds. It wasn't serious but I know Sukuna's ego got hurt! "

"But after that mission! Oooh! This is where..." Nobara snickering. "It gets really scary for the guys."

------ Flashback to one morning ----

A brand new day! Yuji Itadori yawns loudly as he looks to see it's early today. Maybe a jog around the campus would do some good. He didn't hear Sukuna in his head today but only he can hear some grumbling last night after failing to take control of Ink's sword. Yuji put on his sweatpants, running shoes, and a hoodie. As he exits his dorm, he does a few stretches by twisting his body side to side before putting his hands on his hips. But before he continues, he stops.

What the?

Then Yuji pales as he sees what's up ahead at the end of the hallway. Standing against the wall, staring straight away. Dim light eyes staring into his soul..

"Oh no." Yuji said. "No, no, no, no! NOPE! Not today, Satan!" Right away, he enters the next door of Megumi's room, "Megumi! Wake up!" Yuji shakes him awake.

----- Megumi -----

"Yuji woke me up, by shaking me with panic in his voice and almost dragged me into the hallway. At first, I thought it was a cursed spirit until...I saw what Yuji is pointing at."

------ Flashback -----

"Ugh....Yuji...what now? What's wrong?" He rubbed at his eyes, he got up groggily as his arm is being tugged by Yuji.

"It's the sword!" He whispered frantically.

"Sword?" Megumi yawned as he got into the hallway. "What are you talking?"

"Ink's sword! It's in our dormitory!" He panicked, pointing at the object at the end of the hallway. Megumi slowly blinked and shook his head, squinting his eyes at it, "Wait...why is that in our dormitory?"

---- Kisho ----

"So I heard some yelling and I woke up, and left my room." Kisho rubs his head while petting Eito.

"I was like....what's wrong. The guys didn't hear me but I heard what they were saying. It's some sword. I saw the sword was at the end of the hallway, leaning against the wall like.. standing upright. I thought it was mounted against the wall. Yuji is freaking out and Megumi is trying to calm him down. I am like...."

-----

"I am telling you! It is here for a fight!" Yuji cried, shaking his shoulders.

"Yuji, calm down!" Megumi hissed, grabbing his wrists and calming him down. "The sword was probably put by Gojo just to mess with us." He answered.

"Isn't that Ink's sword?" Kisho asked. "Why is it doing here?"

"Kisho! You're here! The sword is here for us!!!"

"What are you talking? It's a sword! What is it going to do?" Kisho said as Eito flew over to his shoulder.

"I don't know! But it's here for a reason!" Yuji said. "I don't think Gojo will take Ink's sword without her knowing."

"Taz did tell us that Ink forgot where she put her sword most of the time," Megumi grumbled. "I mean Gojo took it off her back without even noticing it was gone."

"But why would she come to the boys' dormitory, it doesn't make sense to leave it here by accident!"

That's a good point.

"Like I said...Gojo must put it there!" Megumi said.

"Look. I don't know what's going on with the sword?!" Kisho asked. "Did something happen on the mission?"

------ Megumi -----

"I told Kisho and....."Megumi sighs loudly, "That was a mistake on my part." Megumi said. "Because Kisho rile up Sukuna."

-----

"Wait....wait...wait. So Ink's sword knocked her out then Sukuna tries to use it to kill the curse and then all of sudden, the sword went berserk???" Kisho asked. The boys both nod.

"So....you're telling...Sukuna tries to get the sword to stop but can't and that happened."

"Yes." Megumi said.

"Uh-huh." Yuji nods.

"So you're saying that Sukuna got beat up by a sword?! A SWORD!"

"I DIDN'T GET BEAT UP BY NOTHING!" Sukuna roared as his eye and mouth appeared on Yuji's cheek. "AND DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

"I'm NOT!" Kisho said as his face cracked. The corners of the mouth went upwards.

"Daichi.." Megumi warns. Then Eito is tweeting or bawking as if it's laughing. Sukuna inside Yuji twitched an eye.

"DAMN TURKEY!"

"I'm sorry! But come on, Megumi! Sukuna got beat up with a sword!" Kisho said. "I mean that can't be true! If it's true, man! That's gotta..."

"Gotta what, brat?!" Sukuna growled. "Finish the sentence, I dare you!" Kisho didn't finish his sentence as he held his tongue. "Ha! That's what I thought! Let me tell you brats something! I wouldn't want that stupid sword, anyway! After all, it belongs to an idiotic girl who doesn't know any better and those deserve each other! If you ask me...that sword can go to hell for all I care and — what's up with you two now??"

Then Megumi and Kisho's eyes widen when Yuji blinks at their expressions. "Uh...guys?"

"Hey...uh...is the sword supposed to do that?" Kisho asked pointing shakily as Yuji turned around to see the sword leviating. Sukuna stared. Yuji and Megumi sweatdropped seeing this.

"What the fu-" But then the group sees the sword turn so slowly and suddenly it flips. Aiming its blade at the boys making them nervous. They took a step back. The moment they took a step, the sword is coming towards them like a missile.

"OH SHIT! RUN!" Yuji ran. The boys are running in pure terror from a flying sword.

"Switch with me, brat!" Sukuna yelled. Yuji smacks him on the cheek.

"HELL NO! I AM NOT LETTING YOU DESTROY OUR DORMS!" Yuji yelled. "YOU SAID ENOUGH ALREADY!"

----- Kisho -----

"Oh god! It's like a horror movie! We were running in our pajamas except for Yuji! He was going to go for a jog. The worst part is we're Jujutsu sorcerers! We don't run from stuff like this! But how are you going to fight a sword?! That belongs to Van Ink the Dragon?! Like c'mon!" Kisho leans back as he can't believe this.

----- Megumi ----

"We decided to look for Ink at the girls' dormitory so maybe...there's a chance that Ink can stop it. As we arrived, we ran into Nobara and try to explain.."

----- Nobara ----

"I heard shouting that woke me up. The boys burst into our dormitory and I'm like; What do you think you perverts are doing and then they ask...where's Ink?!"

------ Flashback ------

"Ink?! What the hell do you want with her?! She's sleeping!" Nobara growled, ready to kick their asses."

"The sword, Nobara!" Yuji cries.

"The sword?! What sword?!"

"Ink's sword! Wyvern! It's chasing us!" Kisho cried.

"Huh?! Are you guys serious?! Do you know what time it is?!"

"JUST WAKE HER!" Said the boys in unison!

"What's going on?" It's Taz.

----- Taz -----

"I woke Ink up and took her to get her to stop Wyvern outside but we waited for Wyvern to come and the sword didn't come. We waited and we waited. Until Ink says it's probably in her room. We followed Ink back to her room and the sword was there."

------ Megumi -----

"It was there.....next to an open window." Megumi scowled. "Yuji is still freaking out."

----- Yuji ----

"It pretended like it didn't do anything like seconds ago!" Yuji yelled.

----- Flashback -----

"DON'T PRETEND YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!" Yuji said, pointing at the sword accusingly.

"HE's RIGHT! IT'S A DEMON SWORD!" Kisho yelled.

"I'm really sorry!" Ink cried.

"You have nothing to apologize, Ink! The guys are being stupid." Nobara rolled her eyes. "They're just messing with you!"

"We are not making this up!" Megumi said. Then a thud is heard making Kisho and Yuji scream and Nobara and Megumi are startled.

'I mean if it's Wyvern, I have to believe it!" Ink said. "Let me make it up to you guys!"

----- Gojo -----

"Okay! I will admit it! I did move the sword to the dormitory just to mess with them but I didn't know it could do that! I mean...I saw the whole thing from my window to see what happened while eating a donut. I didn't stop it because the boys were going to the girls' dormitory! And I thought the problem would sort itself out! Which it did!" He said cheerfully.

"WHAT KIND OF TEACHER ARE YOU?!" It's Kisho from the background, yelling comically. "WE COULD'VE OF DIE!" The camera switches to Megumi holding Kisho back.

"I just want to see if Sukuna will come out, little Daichi." Gojo snickered. "And Wyvern react to his insults!"

"SCREW YOU!" Sukuna shouted before his mouth was covered by Yuji when Sukuna let out a lot of swear words at Gojo. The camera switches back to Gojo chuckling.

"But anyway! I'm going to look at Wyvern as a cursed tool In my educated profession, I have never seen it before. There were weapons imbued with cursed energy but Wyvern is out of this word. It's like its cursed energy matches the same of Ink's A fitting pair though I wonder why it keeps hitting her on the face! It probably needs the wielder's emotions to match his thrill or maybe her blood to activate every time. I use 'he' because I also felt the sword. The sword sleeps before being summoned. After fighting for so long, the sword syncs with the wielder along the way when things get really exciting! It gets powerful thanks to the wielder. Is it Pride? Aggression? Thrill? Ambition? Anger? It's a mix of extreme emotions. It can take on cursed energy to itself as well.

"This reminds me. I heard there was an incident. An urban legend about a sword. In Yokohama! It almost wrecked three buildings if I recall." Gojo taps on his chin. "I wonder if that's Ink's sword responsible for it."

---------- Ink Vanguard -----

"Not going to comment on that!" Ink shakes her head as she chuckles.

------ Gojo -------

"That said. I find Ink and Wyvern an exciting pair! If Ink was a sorcerer, she might take on Special Grades or rather...Wyvern can become a Special Grade itself."

"Wow sensei, really?" Yuji asked from the background. The camera switches to his students.

"Of course! And I mean that." Gojo chuckled. "That's why I want to examine it.

"You mean when you were messing around with Ink's sword?" Megumi asked, crossing his arms.

"And make it mad enough to give Sukuna a run for his money?" Noabra crossed her arms.

"When you put that sword in our dormitory?!" Kisho scowled.

"Precisely!" Gojo laughed, snapping his fingers making his students groan.

----- Taz Hellion -----

"If that's true! Ink must be really amazing! I hope I can become as strong as she is! Anyway! I gotta go! I got to do my training so I can become strong in my fraction and at Jujutsu High! Later!" Taz gets up and leaves the room to join her Jujutsu High classmates.

To be continued??!

#thesilverpeahenresidence #ic #jujutsu kaisen au #drabbletime;#thesilverpeahenresidence ( the cursed one with a kind heart - yuji itadori )#thesilverpeahenresidence ( the witch carrying hammer and nails - nobara kugisaki)#thesilverpeahenresidence ( the sorcerer of the ten shadows - megumi fushigoro )#thesilverpeheanresidence ( the strongest sorcerer that is awesome - gojo saturo )#thesilverpeahenresidence ( the king of curses - ryomen sukuna )#Summoning Chaos - Spectator Notes - The Chaotic Sword vs King of Curses

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The Return of Flower Fruit Mountain

Part 2 of 3

Content warning: None, TW: None

Based on The Journey to the West by Wu Cheng'en and the Monkey King graphic novels by Chaiko

Just like the little ones had said, the stranger had taken the form of a monkey not terribly different from his. When he’d first emerged in the world, he looked very much like an ordinary monkey. It was on gaining immortality and godlike powers that he began to change. He grew taller and stronger than any of his kind. And most obviously, no other monkey wore a golden circlet or armor and a tiger-skin kilt. Not to mention the pointed ears and glowing eyes. Like him, the sleeping female was much taller than an average monkey, and she wore a diaphanous, silken dress too fine to have been made by mortal hands. He could see now why the children had been so enamored by the color of her fur – it was a stunning platinum blond.

He noted as he approached that most of the old apricot tree still showed the barrenness of late autumn. Only a few red and yellow leaves clung to the naked limbs, except around the female. The branch she slept on and the ones sheltering her from above were in full, glorious bloom. There were even a few apricots among the leaves, bright and fat in perfect ripeness.

Maybe she was stirred from her sleep by his weight settling on the tree limb beside her, or maybe it was the little monkeys’ excited chattering. Either way she woke slowly, as if her sleep had been an exhausted stupor that refused to let her go. It took a moment for her golden eyes to focus on him, and when it finally happened she sat up with a jolt and a startled gasp.

Wukong grabbed her wrist, halting her before she could leap from the tree. His touch broke her transformation, reverting her to her true humanlike form. The little ones whined in disappointment and he silently agreed; as beautiful as she was, he liked her monkey form much better.

“Do not fear, you are safe!,” he told her. “I am the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong the Monkey King! If you mean no harm to my kingdom, there is nothing to be frightened of.”

The celestial looked from him to the little ones clinging to his back and shoulders. It seemed like she was calmed less by his decree and more by the trust and affection she had for his young friends. He couldn’t blame her really.

“Great Sage,” she began hesitantly, “Forgive me for trespassing, but –” She gasped as she wobbled and almost toppled out of the tree. He grabbed her shoulder to steady her. With the form of a monkey she had been so sure of her balance that she’d fallen asleep in the crook of the branch, but now she could barely keep herself steady.

“Don’t look down,” he warned her, then smirked and added, “Unless you like getting dizzy.”

The woman gulped and focused a bit harder on his face, clinging to tree trunk behind her. “You say I have nothing to be frightened of. It seems to me I have a lot to be frightened of!” Sun Wukong chuckled, always finding it humorous when celestials were shaken from their insufferably cool indifference. “But falling out of this tree is the least of my worries!”

His smirk fell a bit at that. “Who are you?” he demanded, “What are you so scared of?”

The little ones had fallen still and silent, likely just as curious as he was now. They all watched the woman carefully.

“I am the Heavenly Princess of Eternal Spring –“

That explains the apricots, Wukong thought.

“For months I have been pursued by an alligator demon! He’s a fearsome monster that destroys everything in his path, and if I do not leave soon he will find me. You and your subjects will be in grave danger!”

Wukong burst out laughing. Even the little ones chortled. The poor woman looked confused. He had to admit her concern was endearing, even if it was comically unwarranted. “You must not know who I am, Princess,” he grinned down at her. It had been a mostly rhetorical observation, but he was still a little surprised when she shook her head.

“Have you not heard of me? The demon Monkey King that caused so much chaos in the Heavenly court that I was trapped under a mountain for 500 years?? The Great Sage that escorted the Tang monk Xuanzang to the lands of the West to retrieve the holy scriptures??” He became more and more incredulous as she simply stared at him, blinking owlishly. “I attained Buddhahood!!”

He glared at her with his jaw agape when she just shrugged. Has she been living under a rock all her immortal life??

Sun Wukong was about to give the woman an important history lesson, but the sudden deafening crashing of falling trees and snapping branches demanded his attention. Shrugging the three little monkeys off his back and into the woman’s lap, he ordered her to stay put. Then he summoned his cloud and sored high above the forest canopy. It didn’t take him long to spot the source of the cacophony – something huge was smashing its way through the forest at the foot of the mountain, plowing down trees in its path and heading their way. Fury made the hackles on the back of his neck rise. Who would dare damage his forest??

It had to be the alligator demon the Princess mentioned. As angry as he was, Wukong grinned viciously. He’d been aching for a fight, and now the know-nothing celestial would get a firsthand lesson in just who the Monkey King was! He landed back on the branch, with enough force to almost knock the woman off if she hadn’t been clinging so desperately to the tree trunk.

“It’s him!” the woman cried in panic, “The demon!! I have to get down! I have to get away!!”

“Stay put!” Wukong growled, shooting a glare at her that made her freeze with an even greater spark of terror. Feeling just a bit guilty for scaring her, he added a little gentler, “I’ll protect you.”

It probably would have been wiser to head the demon off and confront him before he could knock down more of the forest, but he wanted her to see him fight. The little ones had scurried up to some of the higher branches, startled by the noise of the falling trees, but they weren’t nearly as terrified as the celestial. They knew their King would defeat anything that threatened them, and they knew when to get out of the way too.

Within moments the demon came into view, shoving two huge pine trees aside like curtains in order to make room for his huge frame. The monstrous alligator was several meters tall, and twice as long. His torso was clad in an iron scale breastplate, crusty with dried pond scum, and strapped to his spiked back was a halberd with a blade almost as big as the Monkey King. The demon’s scaly hide was covered in scars from countless battles. He must have been as powerful as he was ancient to have grown so huge and lived through so much. Wukong couldn’t wait to fight him.

In one effortless motion Wukong drew his shrunken staff from behind his ear, extended it to it’s true size and pointed it at the demon. “Who dares desecrate the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit??”

The alligator demon’s eyes had pierced the princess with a hungry look as soon as he broke through the trees, but now he turned his attention to Sun Wukong. He squared up, pulling his halberd from his back and smashing the butt end into the ground with enough force to make the ground quake. “I am the Mud-Dragon King!” the demon bellowed, “I am here to collect my bride!”

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