Tier 3+ Story 📜🎩 T H E ☆ M A G I C I A N - Act 25 (Patreon)

Content (for the whole story): original content, w/w, asexuality/demisexuality, 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 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 

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T H E  ☆  M A G I C I A N

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Act 25

Mel

Okay, the demon started when they left their current residence, We need to make some bucks really quick. Without any robbery. How do we do that?

“With street performances?” Mel answered, while still putting on the new coat that the demon had purchased. A classy, sand colored trench coat. Which, presumably, made him look even older. Or at least accountable.

And how did that work out for ya in the last years, the demon commented sarcastically.

Mel looked at the ground, embarrassed.

Chin up, kid. Watch and learn. So, one very quick way to gain money is by gambling. And we’re in luck, because there’s no better place for that than Vegas.

“So up to a casino, then?”

That would be a possibility, but not for now. It would take too long, we need a better plan for those. We have to find a way to gamble quicker. Do you know any sportsbooks around here?

“Yes, there’s one down the street,” Mel answered and started to move in said direction. His hunger was becoming really bad, so he walked quickly.

Very good.

“Are we going to back a horse?”

Do I look like a fuckin’ fortune teller? I can’t predict the future. No, we’re backing on the gamblers’ addictions there.

“Lucifer, that’s cruel,” Mel answered.

‘Lucifer, that’s cruel’,” the demon mocked him, you should listen to yourself, even you have to notice how dumb that sounds. I don’t fuckin’ care. It was you who said no robbery, so I provide you with a solution. We can think of something else next time, but for now we don’t have other quick options.

“O … okay,” Mel agreed. Some heads turned when he passed by as he was apparently talking to himself.

When they entered the betting office, the demon said: Now. Relax and let me overtake your body.

“Excuse me?”

Ya heard me right. When you’re still conscious you have to give me permission, or else it’ll be pretty nasty. For both of us.

“Okay, uh … I … I agree?”

Not like that, idiot. Relax and … fuck, how do I explain this to you - meditate or something. Take a mental dive into your mind and don’t fight back when you feel me entering, even when it’s uncomfortable. Got it?

“Got it. I think.”

Mel closed his eyes and tried to calm down. It felt impossible, though. There were so many voices around him, and the pungent pain in his guts prevented him from drifting off. But he managed to, at least sort of, focus on the hunger only, which seemed to draw him away from his environmental perceptions, just enough to let the demon enter.

‘Uncomfortable’ had been an understatement. It was a downright vile feeling. Like when the snake had overtaken his arm, but way worse. Like his limbs were falling asleep, it burned and felt wrong. But Mel did his best not to fight the feeling, and after some seconds it became easier to endure.

Good job. Oooof, fuck, your hunger is even worse than I thought. Okay, then. First, let’s find a suitable victim, Mel heard the demon contemplate in his head. Don’t answer, or else you’ll try to regain control. Just lean back and enjoy the show.

Mel observed his body moving around on its own. As strange as it was, it kind of felt familiar, too. It was comparable to him being really drunk, or when his parents had dismissed him back then; It was like his consciousness was somewhere a little outside his body. Like… one of those old 3D pictures you needed paper glasses with blue and red foil for it to combine the image into a proper 3D model - but without the actual glasses. Mel felt like the blue part, shifted a little to the side from the red part, namely his body.

You will not be able to tell which people are completely controlled by their greed and addiction. Thankfully, that’s what I’m here for, and I will always be able to provide you with that information. And here… Haha, fuck me, right now I feel like a kid in a candy shop. This place is full of lost causes. But I get you by now, don’t worry. I look for someone who can take the money loss.

Mel’s body looked around.

Ah, over there, that dude. Wearing a gold Rolex, Louis Vuitton… it’s a goddamn miracle he hasn’t been robbed yet, showcasing all his bling like that. Alright, let’s get to work.

Lucifer guided Mel’s body next to the guy, who was standing in front of one of the many TVs showcasing some horse races. The demon put Mel’s hands in his pockets and adopted a somewhat tense and insecure stance.

After a while, Mel heard the demon say with his mouth: “Which one are you betting on?”

“Spitfire,” the guy answered without even looking at him, “you?”

“Ah … I’m not sure yet. I always lose with those things. Too bad, because I really like the thrill, you know.”

“Yeah. Sure.” The man finally took a look at him. Like a wolf that was observing potential prey. It sent Mel shivers down his spine.

“Maybe I take Kelpie? I think that name sounds kinda neat, no idea what it means though,” Lucifer let Mel’s mouth say with shy, unsure words.

Mel wondered. Even he knew what a Kelpie was, surely the demon should have an idea.

He heard the serpent snicker in his mind.

“You choose horses based on how their name sounds? Not a bad technique,” the man said, but something in his voice made Mel believe that he actually thought the complete opposite.

“Well, yeah. It’s all pure luck in the end. So no use making strategies, right?”

“Right.”

Now, we let it simmer, Lucifer’s voice resounded through Mel’s mind.

Nothing happened, except for growling noises within Mel, in company of more hunger pains.

But then, the guy started to talk again: “What would you think of a friendly little bet before the race starts? To warm you up? Nothing big, just for fun.”

“Hey sure,” the demon replied merrily, “what did you have in mind?”

“How about… a simple guessing game? 100 bucks?”

Lucifer laughed. “That’s practically nothing. Count me in!”

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Story written by RoseVirage
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