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myrablurple · 3 months ago

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hey how would you write them first meeting each other

I’m so so sorry for how long it has taken me to answer to your ask 😭 I haven’t written an actual story in a while so I’ve gotten super rusty. Plus I was super busy in December, and I went crazy writing this than I originally expected.

Anyways, here’s how I think Merula and Zestial first met. Shoutout to my friend Dany for helping me out with parts of the story. This is all in Merula’s POV because while I was tempted to write some of Zestial’s POV, I don’t feel confident in writing him properly as of yet. Excuse any improper Early Modern English HSHDBDNDN

The Woman and The Spider Overlord

Word Count: 1924

Warnings: None

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The streets of Pentagram City, or so what she assumed it was called based on posters and billboards, was lively as usual. Demons walked by, a couple of them violently beating up another demon. Merula flinched when she heard the sound of the demon’s cries and clutched on tighter to her cloak. She kept her head down to not draw attention as she silently walked past the violent scene, silently remembering the advice Eclipse had given her days before: keep her head down and keep to herself and no one will bother her. For the most part that is.

However, even if she had been following said advice and been here for over a week, the sound of screams and gun fire still made her skin crawl. She didn’t belong down here and she needed to find a way out. Fast. But how?

She silently walked as she wandered around over to a different street away from that bloodshed, her hand quietly raising up to her face to adjust the cracked mask on her face as she felt it slipping for a bit. The last thing she needed was for her mask to slip off and expose her human face-. Her thought was cut short when she felt a wave of pain flare up in her back but it went away as quickly as it came. She silently cursed in her head.

Great. She had just taken the last of her painkillers not even two hours ago and now her back was already flaring with pain thanks to that mark. Where and how was she going to get more painkillers? Goodness, she sounded like she was addicted to drugs thinking like that but what choice did she have? She had no money and she couldn’t risk getting a job down here without exposing her real identity. The sound of her stomach growling sent another wave of pain through her, making her briefly pause from the pain of it before forcing herself to keep walking. She needed food too, she wasn’t going to last long at this rate. Part of her was thankful that Eclipse was the one who found her that week ago but the more she thought about her “savior”, the more she felt bitter about it.

While she adjusted her mask again and was stuck in her thoughts, her brain running a million miles per minute, she had failed to notice the demon up ahead and how everyone around her was reacting to them. She just kept walking ahead, not paying attention to the fearful whispers and screams others emitted because of this one demon. It was only when she ran into them by accident did she snap awake from her thoughts. She stumbled a bit back but managed to catch her footing, and snapped her head forward, her hand adjusting her mask once more. But all she saw was nothing but a dark cloak which caused her to slowly raise her eyes until she made eye contact with the demon’s four eyes. Oh dear, he was tall, and the air around him felt eerie and dangerous.

She had royally messed up.

“I a-am s-so sorry! I-I w-was not paying attention to w-where I was going and…,” Merula had begun to apologize profusely, her voice cracking slightly and praying he wouldn’t cause her harm. She was absolutely stricken with fear but she trailed off when the demon began to chuckle.

“Aren’t thee a peculiar soul,” the demon spoke, still towering over her as he bent down a bit to look at her. “To be so bold to walk afront of mine own path and to apologize so freely to me, thou art peculiar.”

Merula could practically feel her heart pounding against her ribcage as he chuckled again. Her brain was screaming at her legs to move but her feet were firmly planted in the ground by his gaze alone. She looked down at the ground, taking in a shaky breath before speaking again.

“S-So sorry again…have a good day sir.”

She somehow managed to get her feet to cooperate and tried to move past him. But she had only managed to take a few steps forward when he raised his hand up. She immediately stopped, her hands trembling beneath her cloak.

“Pardon me an I may be so bold but an I may ask, shalt thou join me on a stroll,” the demon asked.

It took her a couple of seconds to figure out what he was asking her thanks to his old fashion way of speaking. She realized that he was asking her to join him on a walk and her mouth immediately grew dry. Why did she have to run into him? If she accepts, she runs the risk of him figuring out what she is, or do something to her. But if she declined, she could potentially die and in her current state, there was no way she could outrun him. Regardless, she was trapped and she had a feeling he knew that too. He wasn’t asking her. He was demanding her to join him.

“V-Very well…,” her voice cracked, her fear evident and she hated that.

The demon smiled but it chilled her to the bone. The two of them began to walk side by side, but she kept her distance and eyed the demon through her mask. All the while she could feel the eyes of others on them, making her clutch her cloak tighter. How was she going to get out of this one? She was drawing so much attention to herself simply by walking next to this demon. This was the opposite of the advice given to her. Granted most if not all of them immediately turned their heads or ran away in fear if they happened to be walking close to them. Hell, some were setting themselves on fire. But still, this was too much attention for her liking and made her wary of what this demon has done to elicit such reactions to his presence alone.

“-nameth?”

Merula snapped from her thoughts and glanced up at the tall demon. She noticed he had haunched down a bit and was slightly closer to her. His bright neon lime green eyes stared directly at her, a bemused look in his face. She jumped a bit back, her heart racing faster, especially when her mask slightly slipped again and she quickly adjusted it again.

“W-What,” she asked, silently cursing that he found her reactions amusing.

“I wast asking what is thy nameth,” the demon chuckled. “Thou art a very jumpy soul.”

“O-Oh…it’s Mer-.” She cut herself off too late and she noticed that he noticed that.

“Mer?”

The teasing smile on his face made her face burn up in embarrassment. She wasn’t keen on telling him her real name, but she already messed up by saying the first part of her name unless she could quickly come up with another name beginning with “Mer”. She stewed for what felt like hours but it was only a few seconds for her to give an answer.

“I-It’s actually Merula…”

“Merula,” He said her name slowly. “A lovely name for a lovely lady.”

She couldn’t hold back the snort that escaped her lips. She was far from lovely, especially in this state she was in. He certainly had better manners than the majority of the demons she had observed down here which felt so ironic to say seeing where they were. She adjusted her mask again, noticing how he was still looking at her.

“I…thank you…,” she quietly muttered, glancing away. “What is your name then?”

“Didst thou not hear me earlier tell thee?”

Her face flushed again under her mask and silently cursed again at his teasing smile when she glanced back at him. Curse her luck, of course she wasn’t paying attention when he probably said his name and now she was looking like an idiot but based on his reactions so far, he seemed to be more amused by her behavior than anything. Which was starting to feel like it was against her favor of her plan to eventually escape.

Her silence was also probably telling for him as she didn’t respond to his question because she snapped from her thought again when he spoke again.

“Mine own name is Zestial, 'tis a pleasure to make thy acquaintance, my own lady fair.”

Lady fair? She assumed it had to be from his time seeing his way of speaking. She politely nodded her head in acknowledgment, and felt her mask slip again.

“Pray tell, wherefore dost thou cover thy face? Thy mask appears to be ill fitted for thee.”

She tensed up after she had adjusted her mask and avoided his eyes. What could she tell him? She needed to think of something to say, all the while she was scrambling to think of a way to escape him before he figured out she was human.

“I…I d-don’t like how my face looks,” she stammered out, praying that was enough for him.

But instead, he had stopped walking and she felt a large clawed hand on her shoulder. She immediately jerked away from his grasped and he, thankfully, pulled his hand away when she moved away.

“Apologieth but don’t lie to me, mine own lady fair.” Her hands trembled underneath her cloak, frozen where she stood from his gaze alone. “Now, wherefore dost thou cover thy face?”

What could she say? She was trapped. Her brain was screaming at her feet to move, to lie again, anything but revealing the truth. Finally, she took small steps back, away from him while continuing to avoid his gaze. She had no choice, she needed to run away from him even if she probably couldn’t get far. It was better than exposing the truth.

The sudden sound of a scream behind her caught her attention and she turned around right at the moment the tail of a fleeing demon made contact with her. It didn’t hit her extremely hard but it was still strong enough to send her stumbling back and fall to her knees thanks to her weak state.

Her body flared with pain as she clutched the area where the tail had hit her. Carefully and somewhat shakily, she managed to pick herself back up but she swayed a bit and couldn’t help but grit her teeth. She hated how a simple blow managed to make her fall to her knees. She hated how weak she was right now. She hated that she even was in this situation.

Through her swirling thoughts and pain, she stared at the ground, completely shutting the world around her until something caught her eye. On the ground in front of her were shards. White shards littered the ground in front of her and her eyes slowly widened in horror at the realization at what was broken before her.

She snapped her head up and it was met with Zestial’s eyes.

Merula hadn’t even noticed him appear in front of her or the fact he had put a hand on her shoulder to stop her from swaying. But he could see her face, her real face as the pieces of her mask laid between them.

Her breathing suddenly felt louder in her ears, her body gripped with fear as she couldn’t tear to look away from him. Watching helplessly as his eyes widened at first with realization before a wide smile spread across his face.

“Thou art peculiar indeed, my own lady fair.”

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