Tier 3+ Story 📜🎩 T H E ☆ M A G I C I A N - Act 42 (Patreon)

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

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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 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 28½ | 29 | 30 | 30½ | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 41½ 

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T H E  ☆  M A G I C I A N

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Act 42

Mel

It took Mel a long while to come off his mind-crushing emotions for Bastet; eventually, after a cold shower, he finally felt normal again. There was still plenty of daylight left, and he felt rather energetic. He picked out the nicest clothes that Lusje had got him and the two of them decided to pay the agent a visit.

“You’re sure it’s okay to go in without an appointment?” Mel asked skeptically as they stood in front of the office building.

“Sure, we're not casual mortals. Since that agent knows about demons, she’ll also know how we like to handle things. ‘Sides, it’s just for a quick chat to check the vibes. You can schedule any sort of appointment once we’re certain she's cool.”

Mel was doubtful, but he entered the building anyway.

A young, neat, spruced-up guy sat behind the reception and smiled at Mel.

“Welcome to the Lekker Bezig Talent Agency, how can I help you?”

Even though the young man butchered the pronounciation, “Lekker Bezig” was a nice Dutch phrase. Sounded promising.

“Hello, nice to meet you,” Mel politely stated, “I’d like to meet Mrs. Morris.”

“Of course. Do you have an appointment?”

Mel hesitated.

Say yes, he heard Lusje comment in his head.

“No.”

You stupid fucker.

“I’m sorry, sir, but Mrs. Morris is rather busy right now–”

“B-But I think she would like to see us. See me, I mean.”

The receptionist raised an eyebrow.

Well done, kiddo, a perfect first impression in the royal plural. Sounded perfectly sane.

“And why is that?”

Mel nervously cleared his throat. “Well, because, you see…,” Bastet only said that the agent knew about demons. She mentioned nothing about anyone else, so he wasn’t sure what to share. He knew he should’ve made an appointment first.

Say you’re an old friend.

“You’re an old friend.”

What the actual fuck, kid.

“We are– I am, I mean. I am an old friend.”

What’s wrong with you today? Isn’t lyin’ your profession? Why are you so flustered all of a sudden?

The guy slowly put down the phone that had rested against his ear.

“Sir, I must ask you to leave, before I have to call our security.”

He’s bluffin’. They don’ have security, probably just a barely intimidatin’-lookin’ manager.

“Look, I’m a little confused today, I just need 5 minutes--”

The guy stood up.

Quick, let me take over!

Mel tried to relax and zone out, which wasn’t too hard since he was already on the edge of dissociating. He felt the demon immediately take over. It was still an unpleasant feeling, though not as bad as the first time.

“Okay, I lied. I’m here because of you, handsome. You here often?” he heard that damn demon say using his lips, and he never regretted trusting the snake so blindly than he did in that moment.

For three long seconds the young man stared back at him in shock, then he turned and sprinted around the corner into a corridor, frantically shouting “Mister Wilson!”

Lusje promptly piloted Mel’s body down that corridor, following it at a smart pace. The demon must’ve read the poor guy's mind to find out where Morris' office was.

Without knocking, he opened a door and slid them into an expensive-looking room with a big desk, where a small, older woman with lavish clothes and a short gray haircut sat and stared back at Mel’s body.

Lusje found exactly this moment appropriate to give Mel his body back.

Completely overwhelmed, Mel stared at the woman, just as shocked as she was.

“U-Uhm… Mrs. Morris?” he shyly asked.

“Who are you? What are you doing in my office?”

“I, uh, I have a special request, and I thought--”

He heard two pairs of footsteps stomping down the hallway to their room. Oh, blimey.

“Leave, now, or I'll call the police.”

God, Lusje, why not just an appointment?! What should he do?

The receptionist and an older guy, who, as Lusje foretold, indeed looked mildly intimidating, appeared in the doorframe.

“Bastet sent me!” Mel yelped in a last-ditch effort to salvage the situation, hopefully without revealing too much.

The woman stared at him and slowly stood up.

When the two men from the hall began to enter the room, she raised a hand, making them stop immediately in their tracks. Her behavior was far more intimidating than both of the dudes’ combined.

“Wilson, James-- leave. Cancel my next appointment.”

Even though the men hesitated for a moment, they promptly followed her orders without question.

The door closing behind him didn’t actually relieve Mel of his stress; in fact, while looking at this woman, he felt like he had jumped from a fish tank right into a shark enclosure.

“G…goedenavond,” Mel greeted in Dutch, attempting to ease the tension in the air by showing his nationality.

“Put your ‘good evening’ where the sun doesn’t shine, you rude arse! Why is it always you demons who think that rules are just inconveniences you can ignore?!” she answered surprisingly angrily, but completely in Dutch; which, all things aside, felt nice to Mel. “You fuckers think you rule the world, goddammit. Every time one of you enters my office I get dragged into trouble, fuck. Sit down.”

I like her, Lusje’s voice echoed in Mel’s mind.

Mel obeyed her order. Once he sat, he answered, also in Dutch: “I’m not a demon”

She maneuvered around the desk to take a better look.

“You’re not?”

Mel felt the demon peel away from his skin and leave his sleeve, growing in the process and presenting itself in a decent size next to him.

“I am”, the snake said, also joining in Dutch, “Lucifer’s the name, nice to meet ya.”

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