Tier 3+ Story 📜🎩 T H E ☆ M A G I C I A N - Act 33

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), 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

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T H E  ☆  M A G I C I A N

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Act 32½ - Intermission

Mel

At first the sensation was familiar. Mel remembered it from the moment the demon and him had made a blood pact. The acid-like burn simmering under his skin, pain he had never felt before, almost unbearable, making wounds and broken bones seem like a relief in comparsion. Mel would’ve guessed that this must’ve been the worst possible sensation his sensory nerve fibers were able to experience. That, physically, they couldn’t send out any worse neurons to his brain. Pain had to be finite, after all, right?

Oh, how wrong this would prove to be.

The sensation was so immeasurable and indescribable that it transformed into something else. “Pain” wasn’t a proper word for it anymore. The transformation was something like the frostbite of ice turning into a burning heat sensation at a certain point. Just that Mel didn’t have any name for what was happening to him.

It felt like every atom of him was forcefully twisted around, so that the negative space between them - the part that made out Mel as a material being - stretched in ways it was never meant to me. In ways that were physically impossible.

It went through his bones, his muscles, his organs, his eyes, his eardrums, his brain, his mind. Everything was twisted and painfully reshaped, changing him. He had lost sense for everything. He could have been large as a house, no, a city by now; or tiny like a bacteria. He wouldn’t be able to tell, and neither of these sizes even mattered anymore.

Mel wanted to say something, or to scream, but he felt like he was missing a mouth. Or a voice. Or vocal cords to begin with. He wanted to open his eyes, but everything was black. He wasn’t able to feel the snake's body anymore.

Or think in the first place.

There was only this sensation, worse than death. Would he die now?

He truly, deeply hoped so.

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Act 33

Lucifer

When the last drop of the small bottle had entered the little human’s body, Lucifer tossed it aside and constricted their body even closer around him.

It hadn’t been a lie; Lucifer truly felt sorry for what was about to happen. They wished that the stupid kid would’ve eventually agreed to feast on other humans after all. But that bastard was a stubborn piece of shit. So if they didn't want their client to die an early death, this situation had to be induced.

Between Lucifer’s muscular body, which was wrapped several times around him by now, the swollen young human cramped up.

It has begun.

Lucifer had to make sure to heal and protect their protégé as quickly and continuously as possible. Which was bothersome work. Humans were fragile and so damn mortal.

They stared in the fearful, wide open eyes that have turned almost completely red over the last week.

“I’m sorry, kid,” they repeated, but they knew that by now the human wouldn’t be able to hear him anymore.

He witnessed the white in his eyes slowly tinting black, while the ambrosia infiltrated his body.

“You won’t die. I promise,” Lucifer added silently. And meant it. He liked the kid. He’d be damned if he’d let him die right now. Well, even more damned, that was.

The mortal body began to shake furiously in spasms, and Lucifer clutched it as tight as possible without breaking bones.

Watching humans suffer was - more often than not - pretty entertaining, but in this case it didn’t amuse him at all. He just wished for the transformation phase to be over as quickly as possible, so that he could focus on the more interesting adherence phase.

The kid’s mouth opened and it looked like he wanted to scream, but forgot how to. It was scary, even for Lucifer: It just was so unnatural. When you chop off limbs or burn people or fold down their nails, they just have to cry and scream. Even the tough ones and masochists would react in an appropriate way.

But ambrosia twisted humans in a way that was… how did the modern people call it? …an uncanny valley. Like a real life glitch.

Welp, nothing you could do about that.

After almost twenty minutes of completely silent, erratic spasms the little body finally calmed down and laid motionless between Lucifer's scales, looking dead. The demon had to look a little closer to see it breathing.

Good. Worst part was over.

Lucifer monitored the small human. It looked like a little bird that had found its way into a house and hit its tiny head while bumping into a window in its attempt to flee. Into this crystal clear forgein trap, that it didn’t understand, hurting it greatly; its little heart pounding hundred times a minute in absolute fear, in a scenario it couldn’t possibly grasp. Now it was lying in your hands, at the brim of death, at your mercy. You would have to keep it locked up, so that it doesn’t hurt itself again, making it even more afraid.

This boy called Melchior was the exact same. Lucifer almost felt guilty. She had been intermingling with humans in the past, helped some, killed some, tortured some. Asclepius, his first deal taker, went through this regularly, almost daily. But it had never felt that bad to Lucifer. Boring, at worst. What was it about the stupid kid that made Lucifer feel regret?

Besides, regret was out of place here. The demon did save the kid's life, after all. So if anything, Lucifer should be proud of her work. Since humans were treasuring life so much.

He stared at the almost lifeless body.

…

Damn it. Lucifer couldn’t help it. Melchior was just like a little puppy, melting even a demon’s heart.

Then, the small human body began to move.

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Story written by RoseVirage
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