Tier 3+ Story 📜 T H E ☆ M A G I C I A N - Act 21 (Patreon)

Content (for the whole story): original content, w/w, cryptid (?) pregnancy, nb(?)preg, sexual & kink awakening, stuffing, nausea, gender ambiguity, birth, transphobia, dysphoria, depression & suicidal thoughts, parental conflicts, use of alcohol and other drugs, demons, religions & mythology (diverse)

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Part I Acts: 1-3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 l 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19
Part II Acts: 20 |

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T H E  ☆  M A G I C I A N

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Act 20½ - Intermission

Demon

The time has come. Finally.

The demon had been following this idiot around for almost half a year now. It had been entertaining at first, but went pretty boring towards the end now, since the boy lost his will to truly fight. To be honest she was surprised - no, even impressed - at how long he had managed to pull through.

He was an interesting one. Well, of course he was, or else the demon wouldn’t waste its damn time with him. What made him special was that, unlike many others who wished for fame, he was actually working hard for it. Like, really hard. And he was skilled, charming and not bad looking, either. But the poor dude was insanely unlucky and a little dumb on top. Well, gullible, at least. He constantly met the wrong people, made the wrong choices and just refused to acknowledge the darkness in humanity. He missed bite. Self-assertion. He was too kind. That damn fool even made shows without any sort of payment, not realizing how that slowly destroyed his reputation. For what the demon knew, he probably wouldn’t even run after a thief when they’d take all of his daily earnings, thinking that ‘they have a reason to do something like that’.

With this attitude, his downfall was deemed to happen. Especially in showbiz.

At first the demon watched in amusement. To pass time. He was his personal soap opera.

But in the last months the human kinda grew on her. Like … an annoying animal you didn’t like at first, but eventually got accustomed to. You’d miss it if it’d be gone.

So it changed its plans and decided to do something drastic about it. Something the demon originally never, ever wanted to do again. Something that she most likely wouldn’t have agreed to until today.

Now, the moment has come.

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Act 21

Mel

Just when Mel had climbed onto the ridge he heard a voice.

“Ya could do that, Melchior,” it said, seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere, “painting the town red.”

It snickered, amused by its own joke.

“By all means, do so. It be entertainin’, fo sho. Though judging by the height, it would take some, pretty painful, moments until things actually end. Or -”

The voice seemed to be coming closer, but Mel couldn’t see anybody, let alone make out the direction the voice was coming from.

“...I could make you the greatest magician alive.
What do you say?”

Mel didn’t move.

This was it. He was going mad. Right before his end.

Better end things quickly, before he’d change his mind and end up in some madhouse for the rest of his days.

“For fuck’s sake, dude, step away from the edge!” the voice yelled.

For some reason he obeyed.

When both of his feet were back on the ground it continued: “Finally. Fuck. Not that I care, but it’s pretty fuckin’ rude to kill yourself when a godlike being is makin’ you an offer.”

“You are god?”

“What? No! Ew, gross. Godlike, you numbskull, not god. I’m one of Their fallen children.”

“A… demon…?”

“Now that’s more like it.”

Again the voice seemed to come closer, but Mel couldn’t recognize anyone else on the roof. It was like it was coming from inside his head. The voice didn’t sound male nor female. It didn’t “sound” at all, to be precise, it rather “felt”. Like a soldering wire dipping through the gyri of the brain. It was dark and pungent.

“I… can’t see you,” Mel stated, while questioning his need to answer in the first place. He shouldn’t talk with … whatever mental illness was emerging.

“Excuse me? I’m not a mental illness, you rude fucker,” the voice said in response to his thoughts, “I’m not one of those demons. Fuck, I hate those guys. No shape, no personality - just mental poison. The lowest of demons. There seem to be more and more of them these days. You can’t even have a proper talk with them. They are just vegetables, really.
No, I’m one of the cool ones. With shape and all that.”

“But I can’t see you,” Mel said sheepishly.

“I heard ya the first time, wimp. That’s because I haven’t shown myself yet. You ready to take it, boy?”

“I’m ready for everything by now, I think.”

The voice laughed.

“I’d like to think so too. Now, behold.”

Something emerged from the shadows next to the rooftop door. At first, Mel couldn’t make out what it was, because he was expecting something humanoid. When he looked closer, he recognized that huge, wreathing mass as an enormous white serpentine creature, with red eyes that almost seemed to glow.

The snake came closer and raised its upper body, its head up in the air, taller than Mel himself.

He sank to the ground.

If this was all in his head, it was pretty damn realistic looking. He could even feel the beast’s breath on his cheeks.

“I know, I know. My beauty knows no limits. But let’s get down to business.” The snake's tail meandered behind Mel and pushed against him, like some sort of warm backrest.

Mel was too startled to do anything, still very much contemplating if he was going mad and should jump immediately.

“Fuckin’ stop with your self-piting thoughts for a moment, will ya? Rude piece of shit. You know how many people have had the honor to even look at me? Without being eaten up later, anyways. There are people who would kill to be in your position, you privileged little prick.”

Mel just stared at the snake.

It sighed.

“I see we need another approach. Let me start this again. My name is Lucifer, and I’ll be your personal,  state-of-the-art, 100% guaranteed success coach. If we make a deal, that is.”

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Story written by RoseVirage
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