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“Oh, come on.”

“Apprentice, wake up.”

“I was planning to wake you at dawn, but you looked so peaceful I decided to let you sleep in a little more. But enough is enough.”

“Heavens above—I said wake up.”

“Stop cursing me and get up now. You already missed breakfast and will soon miss lunch, so unless you want to train on an empty stomach, I suggest you move.”

“Oh, believe me, this wasn’t how I wanted to start my day either—although I can’t really call it ‘start’ since I’m already halfway through it.”

“There we are. Welcome to the waking world.”

“Quiet down. Go to the bathroom and get ready. And if you don’t, I’ll drag you down to see your ‘cute king’ looking like that.”

[Sheets rustle]

“That got you up.”

[Door opens… closes]

—

“Gods, finally.”

“I’m starving. Let’s go.”

[Footsteps echo in the corridor]

“Yes. Although it is unusual for a mage and a king to dine together, my situation is… different.”

“Because I grew up with his father, it’s almost like I’m an unofficial part of the family. And now, so are you.”

“If you stop misbehaving, of course.”

“ Can you keep you’re very creative remark to yourself for now “

“Why?We’ve arrived at the dining hall.”

[Doors open]

“Sorry for the delay, Your Highness.”

“Funny you would say that highness … considering they’ve only just rolled out of bed.”

“Ouch—stop pinching me.”

[Chair scrapes]

“Stop staring at the food like that.”

“Have you never eaten like this at home?”

“Well, I hope for your sake you at least have table manners.”

“Only joking, pet. Only joking.”

[sounds if utensils hitting plates]
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[sounds of fireplace cracking]

“Now that you are fed and very well rested, we can begin the training.”

[Pages turning]

“Today’s lesson is simple in theory, difficult in practice.”

“You are going to learn how to sense mana without forcing it.”

“Yes, there is a difference.”

“Most beginner mages make the same mistake.”

“They treat magic like a weapon first, and a craft second.”

“And that is exactly how accidents happen.”

[Book placed on table]

“Magic is not merely power.”

“It is awareness.”

“Your body already produces mana naturally. Every living thing does.”

“The difference between a mage and an ordinary person is sensitivity.”

“A mage learns how to feel it, guide it, and eventually shape it.”

“Close your eyes.”

[Pause]

“Good.”

“Now breathe slowly.”

“Do not try to cast anything yet.”

“Just listen.”

“Mana moves constantly—through the body, through the air, through everything around you.”

“But you…”

“You have too much of it to ignore.”

“No fidgeting.”

“Focus on your hands.”

“The warmth in your fingertips… that pressure under your skin.”

“That’s mana responding.”

“…You feel it, don’t you?”

“Good.”

“You’re learning faster than most.”

“Now open your eyes.”

“Hold out your hand.”

“Picture a small flame. Don’t force it. Just guide it.”

[A small spark appears]

“There. Good.”

“Now hold it steady.”

“Smaller. Less emotion. More intent.”

[Fire suddenly spikes]

“Stop—”

[A burst of fire shoots toward the book]

“Gods, you just shot fire at my book.”

“It’s okay, it happens. Don’t apologize.”

“Hm? The book? It’ll be fine.”

“Look—see, the pages didn’t burn. That’s because it has a protection seal that helps the book stay in good condition, so it can be passed down.”

“And occasionally… to protect it from feisty apprentices.”

“It’s alright, okay? Do not stress yourself.”

“Let’s try again, and try to be calmer this time. Don’t get overwhelmed.”

“That’s it—breathe.”

[a small flame appears from the listener’s hands]

“See? You’ve got it. Now just keep the flame up for a few more moments.”

“Good job, apprentice. A few more training sessions, and you might just get as powerful as me.”

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Context:After being bought from a slave market by one of the kingdom’s royal mages, you expect a cruel master or a life of silence and labor. Instead, you are dragged into a carriage beside an eccentric old mage who immediately declares you their new apprentice. Now you are being taken to the royal palace to be presented before the king himself.

“ Will you stop asking if we are there yet?”

[dramatic sigh]

“ Yes, it’s annoying me. Try having to ride with a child who won’t stop asking the same thing over and over.”

“ You quite literally asked me seven times. Seven.”

[muttering in disbelief]

“ Yes, I counted.”

“ Fine, fine. I’ll entertain you.”

“ What is your first job as an apprentice? Try offering your instructor the silence they deserve for a start.”

[teasing tone]

“ Stop pouting, apprentice. I was joking, alright?”

“ First, I’ll present you to the boy king so you’d be officially recognised as my apprentice.”

“ Why do I call him boy king? Well, I mean… he is a boy.”

“ Besides, I’ve called him worse to his face.”

“ You think we are the same age?”

“ No, darling, we aren’t. He is twenty-five years of age, and I am entering seventy-two years.”

“ I’m not a grandpa, stop saying that.”

“ Gods, you’re so rude.”

[offended scoff]

“ Is the king cute? Gods what is wrong with you??”

“ That is absolutely not an appropriate question to ask before meeting a monarch.”

“…No, I am not answering that.”

“ Because unlike you, I possess dignity.”

“ Oh, shut up.”

[trying not to smile]

“ You’ve never seen him? How come?”

“ Ah, so you aren’t from here. Explains how I never knew about your existence.”

“ No wonder you stare at everything like a lost cat.”

“ Don’t make that face, I mean it affectionately.”

“…Mostly affectionately.”

[small pause]

“ Nervous?”

“ Your hands are fidgeting.”

[voice softens]

“ Relax, apprentice . If the king hated every strange thing I dragged into the palace, I would’ve been executed decades ago.”

“ Was that comforting? Probably not.”

“ Ah, there, there. No need to look so horrified now.”

“ Yes, pet, we are arriving now.”

[carriage stops]

[door opens]

“ Here, I’ll go down first so you can use my hand to steadily descend from the carriage.”

“ There we go, sweetheart.”

“ No, I’ll never stop teasing you, darling.”

“ Come, let’s go inside and make you look presentable to the king.”

[sound of footsteps]
[door opens]

“ Here are my chambers, which unfortunately we will be sharing until I find a place suitable for you.”

“ Yes, there is only one bed. What is the matter?”

“ Don’t tell me my apprentice is shy.”

“ Your face can’t get any redder than this.”

“ You truly are adorable when scandalised.”

[voice dripping with amusement]

“ I wanted to help bathe you, but since the mere idea of us sleeping in the same bed makes you squirm, and we do need to hurry, I’ll just send a maid to help you.”

“ Oh, calm down. I said help bathe, not drown you.”

“ Now please stop arguing and go to the bathroom, undress, and get in the tub. Help will come shortly.”

[dry tone]

“ Yes, yes, keep muttering under your breath. I’m sure it is very threatening.”

“ And try not to trip over the carpet.”

[door closes]

[Time skip]

“ Wow, you clean up well. The dress and cloak look amazing on you.”

“ Come, let’s go give the king a show.”

“ Yes, a show. How else would you be recognised?”

“ Yes, we are going to be the boy’s jester today, unfortunately, but all in good fun.”

[mischievous tone]

[door opens]

“ Your Highness, allow me to introduce my new apprentice.”

[whispers under breath]

“ What are you gawking at? Bow down.”

“ Sorry, Your Highness, they are still new to this.”

“ Ah yes, the display.”

[voice lowering reassuringly]

“ Sweetheart, don’t fret, alright? Just give me your hands. Yes, like this, and I’ll do most of the work. Just try not to faint.”

[sounds of magic flashing and humming]

[opening the door to the chamber]

“ You were amazing, darling. You did well.”

[sounding genuinely pleased]

“ Yes, I suppose I am amazingly talented and perfect as well.”

“ You want to ask me something? Sure, ask away.”

“ Do I like the king? Well, I wouldn’t say like per se. I think I see him more as a puppy.”

[quiet amusement]

“ Though I don’t doubt he sees me the same way.”

“ When will I teach you magic? We can start tomorrow if you like, but right now all I want is to lay down and do nothing for a few hours.”

[sounds of sheets rustling]

“ Come join me.”

“ Oh, for heaven’s sake, stop looking at me like that.”

“ Don’t worry, I have no ill intent.”

[patient tone]

“ Well, it will take a while to furnish you a room, so I suggest you get used to this early. Now come.”

“ Unless, of course, you would like to sleep on the floor and deal with the consequences of your soreness in tomorrow’s training.”

[sounds of sheets as listener joins the mage on the bed]

“ Aren’t you more relaxed already?”

“ Yes, I know it is comfortable.”

[voice quieter now]

“ There we go, nestle in, sweetheart. It’s been a long day for the both of us, and tomorrow will be even longer.”

[soft sleepy murmur]

“ Good night to you too, darling.”

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**“Who dares summon me?”**

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[Ceiling creaks violently as something impacts it above.]
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**“Ugh… in the name of Hell, what is this small cramped place?”**

**“People of old have summoned me in castles and palaces of great architectural structure, and now I am degraded to this?”**

**“You trembling thing must be what summoned me, am I correct?”**

**“Oh sweet human, if you are so scared of a demon, why did you think you could summon one?”**

**“An accident? How can you summon a demon by accident, human?”**

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[Laughter erupts loudly, echoing through the room.]
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**“You summoned me from a wooden board?”**

**“How dare you insult me like this, human? I shall have your soul for this.”**

**“Who am I? You’re the one that summoned me, and yet you ask who I am?”**

**“I am an Arch demon, feared by creatures of Hell and Earth alike. People kneel and tremble in fear when they see me, and you, mortal, dare stand?”**

**“Well? What are you waiting for—kneel.”**

**“Do I have to repeat myself, pet?”**

**“There we go… you look so much more tolerable in this position.”**

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[Heavy pressure fills the room. The air feels thick and suffocating.]
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**“Now listen here, human. Thanks to you being insolent enough to summon me by a toy, the spell was partially completed, meaning that my powers have been limited. As such, I cannot return to Hell.”**

**“And it seems I cannot leave this premises. However, human, don’t mistake my… situation as weakness. For I can still use my powers to make your life full of eternal—well, Hell. Do we understand each other?”**

**“Nod your head if you understand, whelp.”**

**“There… good human.”**

**“As I was saying, I am trapped in this premises in my current form. As such, I need a new vessel fit for this world.”**

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[A faint pressure settles in the air, like something weighing down the room.]
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**“And because you were so gracious to bring me here, human—without a sacrifice, no less—I shall possess your body.”**

**“No? You dare refuse me?”**

**“Oh human… unfortunately, you can’t. I am going to take your body and make it mine. But don’t worry, you’ll still be there… just put on the sidelines.”**

**“Now, human… extend your hand to me.”**

**“What am I going to do? I’m going to need some of your blood for the ritual.”**

**“How else was I going to possess you?”**

**“Now, human… arm.”**

**“Good pet. I’m going to start the ritual now.”**

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[Wind begins to swirl unnaturally through the room.]
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**“Let heart now beat to an infernal song,
Let this borrowed form endure me strong.
From ash, from abyss, from ruin untold—
****Bind my spirit to this mortal mold.****”**

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[Wind intensifies into a sharp, spiraling howl.]
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**“Yes… yes… yes.”**

**“Oh, how I forgot how it feels like to possess mortal skin. The feeling of blood rushing through the veins feels… ecstatic.”**

**“Human, stop screaming in my head before I decide to let my soul eat yours.”**

**“This is the first time I notice your home, human… and dare I say, it does look a little odd. Not like it was back in my golden days.”**

**“Tasteless mortal… why would you hang a black painting in your home? It is hideous.”**

**“That’s not a painting? What is it then?”**

**“A TV? What is that?”**

**“Give me back control and I’ll show you? You think me a child, human?”**

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[A brief pause. The presence inside shifts, curious but restrained.]
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**“Although… I am curious.”**

**“Very well, human. I’ll shift the control back to you.”**

**“There. Now show me.”**

**“By the demons of Hell… did you humans finally learn how to make crystal balls?”**

**“It’s not a crystal ball? You just watch people with it? Human… you just described a crystal ball.”**

**“Tell me… what year is it?”**

**“What? It cannot have been that long, can it?”**

**“Hm? You want to sleep?”**

**“Yes… I can feel your body getting weak. And the eyes… they are heavy.”**

**“Very well, human. Take me to your chambers.”**

[Sounds of foot steps]
[Opening bedroom door]

**“You sleep in that? How revolting. Honestly, humans have such low standards.”**

**“Oh how I miss my bed back in Hell. It is ten times larger and far more comfortable than whatever this is.”**

**“It looks like it was made by toothpicks.”**

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[A distant sound of a car passing outside.]
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**“Ah—what was that loud screech sound?”**

**“A car? Well tell this car to stop, or I shall burn it to the ground.”**

**“Why are you laughing? I cannot see what is amusing, human.”**

**“Off to bed now, human, before I knock you out forcefully.”**

**“Stop laughing… never in my lifetime have I met someone like you.”**

**“Good night, human.”**

Context**:**
The royal mage enters the underground slave market in search of a simple assistant… but before the night is over, they find something entirely unexpected waiting behind iron bars.

[Slow elegant footsteps echoing through the dungeon.]

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“…God.”

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“This place is worse than I remember .”

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[Fabric shifting softly.]

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“No.”

“That one’s ugly.”

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[walks to another cage ]

“That one looks diseased.”

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“Absolutely not.”

“If I wanted something brainless following me around I’d adopt another royal guard.”

[Long silence as they walk]

[Magic crackling faintly.]

“You promised me the finest slaves in the market, and yet all I’ve seen is low-grade merchandise.”

“I’m in a really irritable mood, so if you want to keep your head I suggest you show me something worth my time”

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[Slow footsteps continue.]

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“…That’s interesting.”

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[The Mage slowly approaches the listener’s cage.]

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“Well well well…”

“Look at you. I think I found what I’ve been looking for ”

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“ Although you are bold sweetheart “

“Everyone else in this place lowers their eyes when I walk past.”

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“Except you . You look at me with disgust .”

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[Soft amused laugh.]

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“Oh, I like you already.”

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[The merchant begins speaking.]

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“Yes yes, quiet down merchant.”

“I’m taking this one.”

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“I’ll give you two hundred gold coins for it.”

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“That should be more than enough to satisfy your greedy little heart.”

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“…Excuse me?”

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“You want more?”

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[The temperature drops.]

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“Oh darling…”

“Do you disregard your life so easily ?”

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“Have you any idea who you’re speaking to?”

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“You should be grateful I even stepped foot inside this moldy excuse of a building.”

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[Slow mocking laugh.]

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“Honestly…”

“I’ve seen pigs with less greed than you.”

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“…Speaking of pigs.”

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[Magic humming louder.]

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“How would you like to be turned into one?”

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“No no…”

“Don’t crawl away now.”

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“You were so confident a moment ago.”

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[The merchant falls to the floor apologizing.]

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“Oh?”

“How fast you fell to your knees.”

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“Pathetic.”

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“You merchants always crumble so quickly.”

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[The Mage crouches slightly.]

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“Look at you.”

“You’re sweating through your clothes.”

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“I haven’t even started threatening you properly yet.”

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[Soft chuckle.]

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“…Fine.”

“I’ll spare you.”

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“Mostly because your crying is becoming irritating and I’d hate to hear what annoying squeals you’ll make once you’re a pig.”

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“So listen carefully dear merchant .”

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“I’m taking them.”

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“And unless you’d like me testing unstable spells on your internal organs…”

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“You will smile politely and hand me the key.”

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[Keys hurriedly jingling.]

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“Good boy.”

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[The Mage stands.]

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“See?”

“That wasn’t difficult at all.”

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[Slow footsteps approaching the listener.]

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“…Hello there.”

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“ Who am I?”

“I am the boy king’s mage.”

“And you…”

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“You belong to me now.”

[Metal clinking softly.]

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“Now hold still sweetheart.”

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[Chains unlocking.]

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“Honestly these restraints are hideous.”

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“Who designed these?”

“A blind blacksmith?”

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[The final chain falls away.]

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“There.”

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[Pause.]

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“…Hm.”

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“You’re smaller up close.”

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[The listener glares.]

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“Oh don’t look at me like that.”

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“If I intended to insult you I’d be considerably meaner.”

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[Soft laugh.]

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“Now.”

“Stand up.”

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[The listener refuses.]

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“…You’re refusing me already?”

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“Oh this is delightful.”

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[The listener quietly asks what he wants from them.]

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“…What do I want from you? Don’t worry nothing too exhausting ”

“I should find another slave to be my next victim? Why is that ?”

[The Mage laughs softly.]

“Oh sweetheart, you don’t have to tell me you’re not the obedient type I can tell.”

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“No, if I wanted something simple like obedience I would’ve picked someone else.”

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[steps closer.]

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“What interests me…”

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“…is that.”

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[Low magical humming fills the air.]

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[The listener looks confused.]

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“Oh?”

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“You didn’t know ?”

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[The humming grows slightly louder.]

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“That mana pouring out of you.”

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“It’s everywhere.”

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“It’s crawling through the room.”

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[Soft fascinated laugh.]

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“Gods…”

“You’re overflowing with it.”

“The thing mages spend decades trying to gain and control. ”

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[The Mage circles them slowly.]

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“And you…”

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“You’re drowning in it.”

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[Pause.]

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“Frankly it’s absurd.”

⸻

“You should’ve exploded years ago.”

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[The listener looks unsettled.]

“…Beautiful.”

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[The listener steps back slightly.]

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“Oh relax.”

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“I’m not going to dissect you.”

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“I’m offended you even considered that.”

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[Quiet dramatic sigh.]

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“No.”

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“I’m going to teach you how to control it .”

“Now come slave, for we are going to the palace.”

“And from this moment onward…”

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“You are my apprentice.”

“ I will teach you magic and you will do simple tasks for me”
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“You’re going to carry my books.”

“Organize my scrolls.”

“Hand me ingredients.”

[The Mage steps closer.]

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[The listener immediately refuses.]

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“…No?”

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[Long silence.]

“Darling.”

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“That was not a request.”

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“Right now your mana is unstable enough to tear half a street apart if it bursts.”

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“And considering you clearly have no idea what you’re doing…”

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“You need me.”

[Fabric rustling.]

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“Now take the coat.”

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“Yes.”

“You’re wearing it.”

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“You look like a traumatized alley cat.”

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“And I refuse to arrive at the palace carrying around something so visually depressing.”

[Quiet muttering from the listener.]

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“…What was that?”

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[The Mage gasps dramatically.]

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“Oh.”

“Oh that is filthy language.”

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“And from a face that pretty too.”

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“What a waste.”

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“So darling...”

“You can either walk willingly…”

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“Or you can sit here and rot it’s entirely up to sweetheart .”

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[Pause.]

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“…Thought so.”

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[The Mage sounds smug.]

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“Come along then, dear apprentice.”

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(echoing chamber — bursts of energy, something slicing air, repeated attempts)

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Speaker:
“No… again.”

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(pause — something forms, then collapses)

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“Do you feel that? That hesitation right before it takes shape—that’s where you’re failing, not because you lack power, but because you’re still thinking like you did before, still trying to control it instead of letting it answer you.”

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Listener: frustrated / tries again

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Speaker:
“Yes, like that—no, don’t pull back now, you’re doing it again, you’re doubting it the moment it starts to form and that’s exactly why it keeps breaking apart in your hand.”

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(a flicker of shadow forms, unstable)

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Speaker:
“Hold it… hold it—”

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(it shatters again)

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(exhales, half amused, half annoyed)

“You see? You get closer every time and then ruin it at the last second… it’s almost impressive how consistently you fail at the same point.”

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Listener: angry / snaps back

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Speaker:
“Oh, don’t snap at me like that—you’re the one struggling, not me… I could place a blade in your hand with a thought if I wanted to, but that wouldn’t teach you anything, would it?”

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(steps closer, voice lowers slightly)

“Again.”

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(pause — Listener focuses, shadows gather more steadily this time)

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Speaker:
“Yes… slower this time… stop forcing it… let it come to you…”

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(the shadow finally stabilizes — a blade forms)

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Speaker:
“…There.”

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(quiet satisfaction)

“You feel that difference, don’t you? That moment where it stopped resisting you… where it recognized you…”

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(slight chuckle)

“Congratulations.”

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“You’ve finally stopped fighting yourself long enough to succeed.”

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Listener: breathing, surprised

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Speaker:
“Yes, you did that—not me, not the circle, not the shadows… you.”

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(pause)

“Don’t look so shocked… you were always capable of it.”

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(tone shifts back to casual control)

“That’s enough for today.”

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“You’re exhausted whether you admit it or not, and pushing further now will only make you sloppy again.”

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(turns slightly)

“Go clean yourself up.”

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(slight pause, then added casually)

“Tonight is the solstice. An annual gathering of the gods”

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“A servant will bring you something appropriate to wear… and I suggest you don’t make a scene about it.”

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(fade transition — time passes)

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(soft knock — fabric shifting)

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(later — footsteps, Listener enters dressed)

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Speaker:
“…Well.”

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(pause — longer than usual)

“You clean up rather well.”

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(slow, deliberate tone)

“That dress suits you… dark, structured, fitted just enough … and the way the fabric moves—almost like shadow itself, following you instead of hanging on you…”

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(quiet chuckle)

“Yes… I think that will do perfectly.”

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Listener: uncomfortable

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Speaker:
“Oh, don’t start now… you’ll be standing beside me, not hiding in a corner, so get used to being seen.”

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(steps closer slightly)

“And listen carefully…”

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“You do not leave my side.”

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(tone lowers, firmer)

“Not for a moment.”

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“And before you argue—yes, that was a threat… if you wander, if you forget yourself, if you decide to embarrass me…”

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(quiet, sharp)

“The punishment will be worse than anything you’ve experienced so far.”

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(pause, then softer, almost amused)

“But…”

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“You’ve done well today.”

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(slight tilt in tone)

“You learned… you obeyed… you didn’t completely fall apart.”

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(quiet praise, but still controlled)

“Good little shadow.”

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“I expect that behavior to continue.”

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(shadows begin to gather around them)

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Speaker:
“Now stay still.”

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(darkness envelops them — sudden shift)

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(new ambience — distant voices, large open hall)

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Speaker:
“…There.”

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(light chuckle)

“I should teach you that little trick someday—shadow travel… it would be quite useful when you start properly aiding me in my war.”

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(they begin walking — faint conversations around)

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Speaker (lower, to Listener):
“Stay close… and try not to look so out of place, people are already staring enough as it is.”

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(he greets others smoothly, voice shifts slightly to public tone)

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“Ah… yes, it’s been some time… no, nothing urgent, just business as usual…”

⸻

⸻

(back to Listener, quieter)

“ Remember—quiet.”

⸻

⸻

“Observe, don’t speak unless I allow it.”

⸻

⸻

(large doors open — echoing chamber)

⸻

Speaker:
“Welcome to the closest thing the gods can have to a meeting room.”

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⸻

(steps slow slightly)

“Those thrones lining the walls… each one belongs to one of us.”

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“My siblings.”

⸻

⸻

(slight pause as they approach the front)

“And the two at the head…”

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“Those belong to mother and father.”

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Listener: questions / confused about “parents”

⸻

Speaker:
“You’re asking how they can be my parents if I wasn’t born a god…”

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⸻

(quiet, measured)

“They’re not my birth parents.”

(slight pause)

“It’s not a relationship of blood… it’s belonging.”

( steps toward to their throne and sits)

(notices Listener still standing awkwardly)

Speaker:
“…Why are you still standing there?”

(slight edge returns)

“Sit.”

(pause)

“Where? At my feet silly pet”

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Listener: refuses

⸻

Speaker:
“…Ah.”

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⸻

(quiet, dangerous calm)

“So you think being here changes something… that because there are others watching, I might go easier on you…”

⸻

⸻

(leans slightly forward in tone)

“No.”

⸻

⸻

“If anything…”

⸻

⸻

(lower, sharper)

“It will be worse.”

⸻

⸻

“You embarrass me here… you defy me here…”

⸻

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“I will make sure you remember it.”

⸻

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(pause — tension)

⸻

Speaker:
“Sit.”

(after hesitation, Listener obeys)

Speaker:
“…Good.”

(quiet, satisfied)

“See? You’re learning.”

“Stay there… and don’t forget your place.”

(the large doors at the far end begin to open — a deep, resonant sound echoes through the hall)

⸻

(silence falls almost completely)

⸻

Speaker (quiet, sharper now):
“Look up.”

⸻

⸻

(a pause — footsteps enter, slow, measured, powerful)

⸻

Speaker (lower, watching closely):
“Come now pet you really need to see this ”

⸻

⸻

(another pause — the presence grows stronger)

⸻

Listener: breath catches

⸻

Speaker:
“Yes…”

⸻

(soft, almost delighted)

“That’s her.”

⸻

⸻

(slight shift — tone becomes more focused, observant)

“Diya.”

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Context:A villain has captured your team and is holding them hostage, refusing to release them unless you agree to come with him and submit to his terms.

[Slow footsteps approach through the ruins… steady… unhurried.]

“…You finally made it.”

“I was beginning to think you’d collapse before reaching me.”

⸻

[Pause. The Hero is barely standing.]

“Look at you.”

“Barely holding yourself together.”

⸻

[A faint attempt at movement.]

“No.”

“Don’t waste your energy.”

⸻

[The Hero tries to attack.]

[Sharp sound — power immediately crushed.]

“…Enough.”

⸻

[Silence.]

“You are exhausted.”

“You’re injured.”

“And you are very clearly losing.”

⸻

[Closer now.]

“So stop pretending otherwise.”

⸻

[The Hero glares.]

[Soft laugh.]

“There it is.”

“That look again.”

⸻

“You hate me.”

“Good.”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

⸻

[Slow circling footsteps.]

“But hatred doesn’t change reality.”

“You lost.”

⸻

[Pause.]

“And right now…”

“…you’re only standing because I’m allowing it.”

⸻

[The Hero argues.]

“Oh?”

“You think you can still fight?”

⸻

[Quiet chuckle.]

“Alright.”

“Go ahead.”

⸻

[Silence.]

[The Hero’s power sparks weakly.]

⸻

“…That’s it?”

⸻

[Sudden movement.]

[The Hero is slammed back against stone.]

⸻

[Heavy impact.]

⸻

“There.”

“Now are you finished?”

⸻

[Slow footsteps approach.]

“You keep forcing your body past its limits.”

“And for what?”

⸻

[Steps closer.]

“You don’t even have enough strength left to properly fall.”

[Small crackle of power.]

“…Still trying that?”

“Those little sparks?”

“…Cute.”

⸻

[Slow circling footsteps.]
“Surrender.”

“Come quietly…”

“…and your friends downstairs walk away alive.”

⸻

[Wind shifts softly through broken stone.]

“They can survive? It amazes me how highly you think of them hero”

⸻

“What do I mean?”

“…Turn around.”

⸻

[Screen flickers to life behind the Hero.]

“There.”

“Watch.”

⸻

[The screen shows exhausted allies struggling to fight.]

“Yes…”

“Look at them.”

“Tired.”
“Bleeding.”
“Still waiting for a saviour.”

[Pause.]

“I’ve waited a very long time for this.”

“To see you cornered…”

“sacred…shaking.”

[The Hero tries to move again.]

“No.”

“You’re done fighting.”

⸻

“So choose.”

“You come with me…be mine”

“…and they live.”

⸻

[Silence.]

“I can see it all over your face.”

“You still think there’s another way out of this.”

[Soft exhale.]

“There isn’t.”

⸻

“Decide.”

⸻

“…You’ll kill me for this?”

[Quiet laugh.]

“My hero…”

“Isn’t killing against your moral code?”

“Aren’t you supposed to drag me in alive?”

⸻

[Step closer.]

“As if you even have enough strength left.”

“Look at yourself.”

“One hit away from collapsing.”

⸻

“So what’ll it be?”

“Fight until your body gives out…”

“…or come willingly?”

⸻

[Slow footsteps stop directly in front of them.]

“The conflict in your eyes…”

“…adorable.”

⸻

“Just give in.”

“I’ll treat you well.”

⸻

[Quiet pause.]

“I don’t break my pets…”

“…unless they make things difficult.”

⸻

[Silence.]

“You agree?”

[Soft satisfaction.]

“…Good.”

⸻

“Come here.”

“Don’t worry…”

“I don’t bite.”

⸻

[The Hero hesitates.]

“…I said come here pet.”

⸻

[Small amused laugh.]

“Oh, look at you…”

“Barely walking straight.”

“So exhausted from trying to play hero?”

⸻

[Gentle steps forward.]

“There… easy.”

“Careful.”

⸻

[Hands steady them.]

“You’re shaking.”

⸻

“Come here.”

“That’s it. Come to my open arms”

⸻

[Quiet hum of approval.]

“Good.”

⸻

“Now raise your head for me.”

⸻

[Small metallic clink.]

“Hm?”

“…This?”

“It’s a collar.”

⸻

“Can’t have you using your powers whenever you feel like it.”

“…Not without permission.”

⸻

[Pause.]

“Now hold still.”

⸻

[Soft click as it locks.]

“There.”

⸻

[Low amused tone.]

“…It suits you.”

⸻

“You wear obedience surprisingly well.”

⸻

[Hand beneath chin.]

“Let me just raise you’re chin so you can look at me.”

⸻

“Ah, you’re still glaring.”

“You really never stop fighting, do you?”

⸻

[The Hero weakly struggles.]

“No.”

“Easy.”

“You’re exhausted.”

⸻

“Be honest with yourself pet”

“If I let go right now…”

“…you’d probably fall.”

⸻

[Pause.]

“That would be embarrassing for both of us.”

⸻

[Steps shift closer.]

“Come on.”

“Let me carry you.”

⸻

“You can barely stay awake.”

“The collar’s already suppressing what little strength you had left.”

⸻

“So stubborn…”

“Even now.”

⸻

[Fabric rustles as they’re lifted.]

“There we are.”

“You really weigh less than I expected.”

⸻

[Pause.]

“Relax.”

“You made the right choice .”

⸻

[Slow footsteps begin moving.]

“We’re leaving.”

“What you thought I lived here?”

⸻

[Amused sigh.]

“Do you honestly think I’d live in a place like this?”

⸻

[Steps continue through the ruins.]

“No, no…”

“We’re going somewhere much nicer.”

[Large doors groan shut behind them.]

[The mansion falls quiet.]

Only the sound of slow footsteps moving through the halls.

⸻

“…We’re here, pet.”

⸻

[Soft fabric rustling.]

[The Hero shifts weakly in the villain’s arms.]

⸻

“Mm.”

“ Are you awake yet?”

⸻

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You fell asleep in my arms.”

⸻

[Small laugh.]

“Honestly, sweetheart, that’s hardly something to be embarrassed about.”

⸻

[Steps continue down the hallway.]

“You were exhausted.”

“Barely conscious.”

“And despite all that fighting…”

“…you still curled against me the second you lost the strength to resist.”

⸻

[The Hero glares.]

⸻

“…God.”

“That glare.”

⸻

[Soft chuckle.]

“You really are adorable when you’re angry.”

⸻

“Go ahead.”

“Glare all you want, pet.”

“It changes absolutely nothing.”

⸻

[The villain adjusts their hold slightly.]

“Because right now?”

“You can’t do a thing against me.”

⸻

[Footsteps slow near a large door.]

“Now…”

“Let’s get you to bed.”

⸻

[Door opens.]

⸻

“My chamber.”

“Sorry, our chamber now.”

⸻

[The Hero protests weakly.]

⸻

“Hm?”

“Where exactly did you expect to sleep?”

⸻

[Amused exhale.]

“You’re my pet, sweetheart.”

“And pets stay with their master.”

⸻

[The Hero calls him disgusting.]

⸻

[Mock offended gasp.]

“Oh?”

“I’m disgusting?”

⸻

[Quiet laugh.]

“Ouch.”

“You really do know how to wound me.”

⸻

[Footsteps continue deeper into the room.]

“Still…”

“That sharp little mouth of yours gets much less intimidating when you can barely keep your eyes open.”

⸻

[Fabric rustles.]

[The Hero is gently lowered onto the bed.]

⸻

“There.”

“Much better.”

⸻

[Soft mattress shifting.]

“Now lie down.”

“And sleep.”

⸻

[The Hero resists.]

⸻

“You’re not sleepy?”

⸻

[Low amused hum.]

“That’s alright.”

“I can fix that.”

⸻

[The mattress dips as the villain sits beside them.]

“I’ll just hold you until you drift off.”

⸻

[The Hero pulls away slightly.]

⸻

“Don’t touch you?”

⸻

[Soft laugh near their ear.]

“Sweetheart…”

“I’ll do whatever I want.”

⸻

“So stop resisting and come here.”

⸻

[Arms slowly pull the Hero against his chest.]

“Let me hold you properly.”

⸻

[The Hero struggles weakly.]

⸻

“…Careful.”

“You don’t want to make things difficult already, do you?”

⸻

[Silence.]

⸻

“Good.”

“That’s better.”

⸻

[One hand slowly strokes through their hair.]

“You feel how tense you are?”

“Your whole body is wound tight.”

⸻

“It’s over now.”

“You don’t need to fight anymore.”

⸻

[Slow steady breathing close beside them.]

“So relax for me.”

“That’s it…”

⸻

[The Hero stays stiff.]

⸻

“Still trying to stay alert?”

⸻

[Quiet chuckle.]

“You really think your body can keep this up?”

“You’re exhausted, pet.”

⸻

“And after everything you put yourself through tonight…”

“…you’re barely awake already.”

⸻

[Slow hand rubbing their back.]

“Shh.”

“Relax.”

⸻

“Your friends are alive.”

“They’ll be released.”

“All because you finally made the right decision.”

⸻

“So stop worrying.”

“They’re safe.”

⸻

[Long pause.]

⸻

“There…”

“I can feel your muscles loosening.”

“Good job.”

⸻

“That’s it.”

“Just sink into the bed.”
⸻

[The Hero weakly tries to argue.]

⸻

“No.”

“No more talking.”

⸻

“Look at you.”

“Those pretty eyes can barely stay open anymore.”

⸻

“Your eyelids are getting heavier, aren’t they?”

⸻

“You can close them.”

“I’m right here.”

⸻

[Soft voice beside their ear.]

“You’re safe here.”

“So sleep.”

⸻

“And when you wake up…”

“…maybe I’ll reward you.”

⸻

[Quiet laugh.]

“Breakfast.”

“A few treats.”

⸻

“…Leave you alone?”

“How could you even suggest that?”

⸻

[Arms tighten slightly around them.]

“No, pet.”

“You’re staying right here with me.”

⸻

[Slow hand brushing through their hair again.]

“So close your eyes.”

⸻

“That’s it…”

“Good hero.”

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[Light footsteps. A faint metallic glint.]

[Sudden movement — the listener jolts awake]

Listener**:** sharp inhale, about to scream

[Quick reaction — a hand over their mouth]

“Ah—ah. Easy.”
“Let’s not wake the entire palace, hm?”

[Pause — breath close, steady]

“There we go… much better.”

[Soft exhale, then a quiet scoff]

“…This wasn’t part of the plan.”
“You were supposed to be completely out.”

[Click of tongue]

“I’m going to have a very unpleasant conversation with the person who sold me that potion .”

[Beat — tone shifts, smoother, lighter]

“But since you’re awake…”

“Would you be a darling and just… go back to sleep for me?”

[Listener resists]

“Oh, I see.”
“You’re going to be difficult.”

“…I had a feeling you might be.”

[Listener whispers something]

“An assassin?”
“What gave me away?”

[Pause]

“…The knife?”
“…Right.”

“Yes, that does tend to ruin the mystery.”

[Steps shift — slow circling]

“Don’t look so offended.”
“It’s nothing personal.”
“Well… mostly.”

[Stops closer]

“We all have our roles, don’t we?”
“You rule.”
“I remove problems.”

[Beat]

“And tonight… you’re being very problematic.”

[Listener tries to sit up]

“Hey—no, no.”
“Careful.”

[Gentle push back]

“I’d stay down if I were you. You’re still drugged—your body hasn’t caught up with your attitude yet.”

[Listener slips — falls]

“…Oh, that was adorable.”

[Slow steps closer]

“I did warn you.”

“But I’ll admit…”
“I like a little resistance.”

[Pause — voice softer, closer]

“Don’t glare at me like that.”
“You’re trying very hard to look intimidating…”

[Beat]

“…It’s not quite working.”

[Pause]

[Listener mutters insult]

“Language, Your Highness.”
“Should I remind you who’s currently holding the knife?”

[Steps slow, circling again]

“You know…”
“Most people in your position panic.”

[Pause]

“They beg.”
“They cry.”
“They promise things they can’t deliver.”

[Leans closer]

“You?”
“You argue.”

[Quiet, impressed]

“…I like that.”

“Tell me…”
“Is it courage… or are you just that stubborn?”

[Pause]

“…No, don’t answer. I think I already know.”

“It suits you, though.”
“That fire.”

[Knife shifts slightly — subtle sound]

“…Shame I’m supposed to put it out.”

[Brief silence — tone steadier]

“Listen…”
“As entertaining as this is…”
“I do have a job to finish.”

[Pause — softer, almost coaxing]

“So how about we make this easy?”
“You stay down…”
“You stop trying to fight someone your body can’t keep up with right now…”

[Beat]

“And I make it quick.”

[Quieter]

“No pain.”
“No mess.”
“Just… lights out.”

[Listener shifts again]

“…Still trying?”

[Soft exhale, amused]

“You really don’t know when to quit.”

[Beat]

“…I respect that.”

“But you’re making it very difficult for me to stay professional.”

[Silence for a moment]

“…Alright. Last warning, Your Highness.”

“Stay. Down.”

[Pause]

“…No?”

“Of course not.”

[Sudden surge — sharp energy sound]

Speaker**:** “…What—”

[Impact — thrown into wall]

[Heavy crash]

[Body drops]

[Sound of groaning, chains shifting]

Speaker**:** dazed inhale
“…God.”

[Pause]

“…Didn’t expect you to have magic.”

[Struggles, metal clinks]

“…Wait. Am I tied up?”

[Beat]

“…What the hell is wrong with this night?”

[Listener steps closer]

“Listen, darling.”
“Just take off these restraints.”

[Pause — forced casual tone]

“I know it’s shocking, discovering a royal has a… very creative kink, but no judgment.”

[Leans slightly, chains clink]

“But I really do need to kill you.”

“No? Oh come on—why not?”

“Have you not lived your life to the fullest yet? Let someone else enjoy theirs.”

[Speaker sighs dramatically]

“Who sent me?”
“Oh, sorry—can’t say.”

[Beat]

“Unless….”

[Silence]

“Oh don’t look at me like that.”
“Like I’m some… ugly fish dragged out of a river.”

[Light laugh]

“I know you’re attracted to me.”

[Beat]

“Don’t argue. It’s statistically supported at this point.”

[Leans back as much as restraints allow]

“I mean, everyone is. It’s a burden, really.”

“So why can’t I get what I want in exchange for information?”

“You should be flattered. I don’t usually have to bargain for attention.”

“I’m usually the… ‘get asked’ type.”

[Pause]

“…Ugh. Fine. No information. Very dull of you.”

[Chains jolt — listener grabs chair]

“Oh—hey—hey, careful—”

[Sudden impact — chair slams into wall]

[Speaker exhales sharply]

“…Okay. That’s aggressive.”

[Beat]

“Okay, okay—I’ll behave.”

[Pause]

“Tell you what.”

[Voice shifts—slick, persuasive]

“You triple the pay I was promised…”
“…and I’ll tell you who sent me.”

[Beat]

“Deal?”

[Silence]

[Speaker smirks]

“Perfect.”

[Pause]

“…It’s your sister.”

[Beat — watches reaction]

“Oh.”
“You’re surprised?”

[Soft scoff]

“Come on. You’re the heir to the throne.”

“And the only thing sitting between her and that crown…”

[leans slightly forward]

“…is you.”

[Quiet, amused]

“She paid very well too. Honestly? Respectable budget.”

[Beat]

“So—my payment?”

[Listener steps closer]

“Oh—hey—wait—dungeon? No, no, no—”

[Struggles against chains]

“I don’t go to dungeons. That’s not in my contract.”

[Pause — tone shifts slightly sharper]

“And if you put me there…”

[leans in despite restraints]

“…I’ll tell everyone your little secret. How do you think the village will react to their pretty royal having magic?”

“So maybe we’re both incentivized to keep this conversation civilized, hm?”

[Beat]

“I give you names…”
“You don’t throw me in a hole.”

[Pause]

“And maybe…”
“…you stop looking at me like you’re considering how hard you can hit me next.”

[Soft laugh, recovering charm]

“Because honestly?”

“You’re starting to make me feel like I’m not the only one enjoying this.”

Listener**:** reluctant pause… then agreement

[Chains shift slightly as Speaker goes still]

Speaker**:** quiet inhale… then a slow, satisfied laugh
“…Really?”

[Beat]

“Perfect.”

[Small pause — tone shifts instantly lighter, pleased]

“Well… almost.”

[Listener tenses]

“Such glaring eyes.”

“If looks could kill, I’d be dead twice over already.”

“You know…”
“I don’t normally hand over clients this quickly.”

[Beat]

“But for you…”

“I’d throw myself into a fire if you asked me to.”

“…Don’t look at me like that.”
“I’m trying to be sincere.”

[Listener speaks sharply]

“Okay, okay—relax.”

[Chains shift as they straighten slightly]

“Just get me out of these.”

“And let’s go collect my payment.”

[Beat — amused, confident]

“Because I’m not leaving without it.”

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temple interior — quieter now, echoing, heavy atmosphere)

⸻

Speaker:
“Now that you’ve finally stopped fighting long enough to stand properly… we can begin discussing what your life looks like from this point forward, because whether you like it or not… that life no longer belongs to you.”

⸻

(slow steps, circling)

“So listen carefully, my little shadow… because I don’t intend to repeat myself, and you don’t seem like someone who learns quickly without consequences.”

⸻

“Your first duty is simple… you will aid me in my war.”

⸻

(slight pause, tone shifts with faint irritation)

“A war against Diya… that insufferable, self-righteous brat who still pretends she stands above me, still clinging to that fragile illusion of purity like it actually means something.”

⸻

(low scoff, then amused)

“Honestly… it’s almost embarrassing that we came from the same mother.”

⸻

(Listener reacts — confused)

⸻

Speaker:
“What… you didn’t know?”

⸻

(laughs softly)

“Your precious goddess—your former goddess—never told you that little detail… that the ‘Lord of Light’ you worship so faithfully shares blood with the very thing she warned you about?”

⸻

“Well… I suppose I can’t blame her. It ruins the image, doesn’t it… suddenly she’s not so untouchable anymore, not so perfect in the way she likes to pretend.”

⸻

“…You’re wondering how that works, aren’t you? How I can stand here calling myself a god while you see a man in front of you… how I could possibly be her sibling if I’m just some ‘dark mage’ who dragged you out of a market like this.”

⸻

(slight pause, voice lowers)

“Diya was not born as a god, despite whatever story she fed you. Me and her… we were mages, powerful ones, but still mortal… and then we were chosen.”

⸻

(Listener: confused — chosen by what)

⸻

Speaker:
“Yes… chosen. That’s the part you don’t understand yet, isn’t it… chosen by what, chosen how, chosen why.”

⸻

(quiet, more thoughtful)

“There are forces older than your faith… older than your gods. Things that don’t create, but elevate… they take what already exists and refine it, sharpen it, reshape it into something worthy of worship.”

⸻

“She was elevated into light… into order, into everything your kind finds comforting, predictable… easy to believe in.”

⸻

(tone shifts darker)

“And I was given everything she was not… shadow, hunger, silence… the parts of existence your kind fears, but can never escape.”

⸻

(leans slightly closer in tone)

“That’s why we are the same… and why we are not.”

⸻

(quiet, sharp)

“So no… I’m not just a mage. I’m what happens when something is elevated… and doesn’t lie to itself about what it becomes.”

⸻

(tone shifts back to composed authority)

“But enough about that… we’re discussing you, aren’t we?”

⸻

“Secondly… you do not leave my sight unless I allow it.”

⸻

“Thirdly… I will teach you how to control your new power.”

⸻

(Listener: confused — what powers)

⸻

Speaker:
“What power?”

⸻

(laughs lightly)

“You feel it, don’t you… that weight inside you, that pull in your chest, that awareness sitting just beneath your thoughts… like something has shifted and you can’t quite place it yet, but it’s there whether you accept it or not.”

⸻

“…That’s yours now.”

⸻

“And finally… the most important thing you need to understand.”

⸻

(tone drops — heavier, controlled)

“You are my champion… but you are also my servant.”

⸻

(voice firmer)

“And that means when I give you an order… you follow it. No hesitation, no defiance, no pretending you still have a choice in this.”

(Listener insists they’re still hers)

⸻

Speaker:
“You don’t belong to me?”

⸻

(quiet laugh, more dangerous now)

“That’s what you’re telling yourself… that this is temporary, that you’re still hers, still chosen, still her little hero.”

⸻

(tone sharpens slightly)

“Then why can’t you feel her?”

⸻

(pause — heavier)

“Go on… reach for her like you used to. Call out to her… pray.”

⸻

(silence… nothing answers)

⸻

“…Nothing.”

⸻

(soft, almost gentle — but wrong)

“That silence you feel… that distance…”

⸻

“…that’s the truth.”

⸻

“She can’t hear you anymore.”

⸻

(tone shifts smoother)

“Anyway… you must be hungry after that little transformation. Your body is still adjusting, and that kind of change tends to leave… an appetite.”

⸻

“Come.”

⸻

(transition — dining hall, more open space, faint activity, distant servants moving)

⸻

Speaker:
“Sit.”

⸻

“This is something you’ll need to get used to… your body has changed, and with it, your needs. Normal food won’t satisfy you the way it used to… you can eat it, of course, but the moment you swallow, it will feel like it disappears, like it was never there at all.”

⸻

(Listener reacts — disgust/confusion)

⸻

“Oh, don’t look at me like that… I haven’t taken anything from you, I’ve simply changed what sustains you.”

⸻

“What will satisfy you… is something a little different.”

⸻

(calmly)

“Raw meat.”

⸻

(Listener reacts)

⸻

“Yes, I can already hear the disgust in your breathing… and no, I’m not expecting you to enjoy it immediately. It can be prepared, seasoned, made presentable… I’m not entirely unreasonable.”

⸻

(slight shift — servant approaches, sets food down)

⸻

“Ah… here we are.”

⸻

(Listener confused about servant)

⸻

“What, that surprised you? You’re wondering why there are humans here… why they look so calm, so willing to serve me.”

⸻

(calm, deliberate)

“I am a god… people come here because they choose to, to serve, to worship, to stand in the presence of something greater than themselves.”

⸻

(leans slightly closer in tone)

“And eventually… so will you.”

⸻

(Listener refuses)

⸻

“‘Never,’ you say?”

⸻

(soft laugh)

“Such certainty… we’ll see.”

⸻

“Time has a way of changing things… especially when you’re no longer what you used to be.”

⸻

“Now eat… because after this, your training begins, and I want you ready.”

⸻

(quiet, sharp amusement)

“I have every intention of showing you off at the next solstice… and I cannot wait to see the look on Diya’s face.”

⸻

(sound of metal clinking — dinner ends)

⸻

Speaker (lighter):
“Did you enjoy your meal?”

⸻

“Good… now what do you say?”

⸻

(pause)

“Do you need help?”

⸻

(soft chuckle)

“That’s alright… just this once. Say it.”

⸻

“Thank you… master.”

⸻

(Listener stays silent)

⸻

“Well… what are you waiting for? Don’t tell me you’re going to act out this early… I expected more patience from you.”

⸻

(pause — then softer, satisfied)

“Yes… good.”

“Come now lets go and rest.”

⸻

(transition — his chamber, quieter, enclosed)

⸻

Speaker:
“From now on, you’re staying in my chambers.”

⸻

(Listener stiffens)

⸻

(amused, cutting in)

“No, not that… you really do have a talent for assuming the worst possible version of anything I say, don’t you.”

⸻

“I just want you somewhere I can actually keep an eye on you, answer your questions, and stop you from doing something reckless the moment I’m not looking… because I don’t feel like chasing you through shadows again.”

⸻

(door closes , footsteps inside)

⸻

“So relax… this is far less dramatic than whatever story you just made up in your head.”

⸻

( moves further in, sits)

⸻

“Why are you still standing there? I’ve already told you to sit… unless you’re trying to annoy me on purpose.”

⸻

(small smile in voice)

“Come here.”

⸻

(Listener sits beside him, tense)

⸻

“You’re still nervous… even now. Earlier you had far more to say, far more fight in you… so I’m trying to decide whether something changed, or if you’re just finally realizing the situation you’re in.”

⸻

(lies down, pulling the covers slightly)

⸻

“Stop thinking so much… just rest.”

⸻

(glances at them, amused)

⸻

“It’s fine… you can get under the covers. The blanket won’t bite.”

⸻

(Listener hesitates, then lies down, turning away)

⸻

(quiet, amused)

“You’re a stubborn little thing… avoiding me even now.”

⸻

(soft laugh)

“Mm… turning to the other side just so you can’t face me is adorable .”

⸻

(settling in)

“Get some rest, little shadow… tomorrow, we begin properly.”

Disclaimer: there is some cuss words in this script . You have been warned

(heavy breathing, faint wind, metal scraping as a sword drags slightly)

…hah…

…hah…

Am I… done?

(small pause… a weak, dry scoff)

⸻

Yeah… no.

No, I’m not done.

⸻

(shifts, standing upright with the sword)

⸻

I’m still standing… aren’t I?

⸻

(pause… listening… then a faint, incredulous laugh)

⸻

…oh, you want me to try again?

⸻

(breathes out through a tired grin)

⸻

What—to see this time if it’ll actually kill you?

⸻

(short laugh, a little sharper)

⸻

Wow. Are you mocking me?

You’re really confident.

⸻

(grip tightens on the sword)

⸻

Or really stupid.

⸻

(beat… then lower, challenging)

⸻

Fine.

(voice sharpens)

⸻

Let’s see if you’re still smiling after this.

⸻

(sudden movement—charges, fast but unstable)

⸻

—!

⸻

(stumble—hard—crashes down to one knee, breath knocked slightly out )

⸻

…!

⸻

(sharp inhale—then immediate irritation)

⸻

Oh you’ve got to be kidding me—

⸻

(turns, offended)

⸻

You did that on purpose!

⸻

(pushes up a little, annoyed)

⸻

You moved just so I’d miss and fall—

⸻

(short, breathy laugh escapes)

⸻

Hey—don’t laugh.

⸻

(points weakly, accusing)

⸻

Stop laughing at me.

⸻

(voice sharper, embarrassed irritation)

⸻

The hell’s wrong with you?

⸻

(pause… then confusion creeps in)

⸻

…what?

⸻

(blinks)

⸻

You… like me?

⸻

(a disbelieving laugh slips out)

⸻

The fuck do you mean you like me?

⸻

(straightens a little, offended pride kicking in)

⸻

No, no—hold on.

⸻

(firm, emphasizing each word)

⸻

We. Don’t. Like. Each. Other.

⸻

(leans on sword again, breathing rough)

⸻

We kill each other.

⸻

(quiet beat)

⸻

That’s how this works.

⸻

(pause… notices you moving closer)

⸻

Whoa—hey—

⸻

(warning tone)

⸻

Back off.

⸻

(you don’t stop)

⸻

No, I’m serious.

Don’t come any closer.

⸻

(breathing uneven, tension rising)

⸻

What are you doing?

⸻

(short, incredulous laugh)

⸻

Oh, now you want to make me your pet?

⸻

(immediate, blunt)

⸻

Yeah—how about you fuck off?

⸻

(you keep approaching)

⸻

Hey—stop.

⸻

(grip tightens on sword)

⸻

I mean it.

⸻

(lower, tense)

⸻

Don’t touch me.

⸻

(sudden grab—breath catches)

⸻

Hey—!

⸻

(pulls back instinctively)

⸻

Let go of my arm—

⸻

(struggles weakly )

⸻

No—no, just—

⸻

(voice dips, strained)

⸻

just let me go—

⸻

(bite—sudden, sharp into neck)

⸻

—!

⸻

(breath cuts off completely)

⸻

Hey—!

⸻

(struggling, more frantic now)

⸻

Hey—stop biting me—!

⸻

(voice strained, panic slipping through)

⸻

Get—off—!

⸻

(tries to push away, but strength drains fast)

⸻

What the hell are you doing—?!

⸻

(draining continues—slow, deliberate)

⸻

Stop—

⸻

(breathing stutters hard)

⸻

Stop—!

⸻

(voice falters mid-resistance)

⸻

I swear—if you—

⸻

(chokes slightly, words breaking)

⸻

…shit—

⸻

(quieter, weaker)

⸻

that’s… too much…

⸻

(grip slips on the sword)

⸻

You’re not stopping…

⸻

(breathing thinner)

⸻

You’re actually not stopping…

⸻

(voice dropping)

⸻

You’re draining me…

⸻

(long pause… wind fills the silence as speaker gets weaker )

⸻

Stop…

⸻

(barely)

⸻

…stop…

⸻

(bite releases—sags forward, barely held up)

⸻

…hah…

⸻

(weak, breathless laugh)

⸻

So that’s your plan…

⸻

(swallows, dizzy)

⸻

Yeah… figures…

⸻

(small metallic sound)

⸻

…what are you doing now…?

⸻

(tired, irritated)

⸻

Don’t tell me you’re—

⸻

(pause… processing slowly)

⸻

…you’re cutting your arm?

⸻

(frowns faintly)

⸻

Why are you—

⸻

(realization hits slowly)

⸻

…wait.

⸻

(low, incredulous)

⸻

You want me to drink that?

⸻

(weak refusal)

⸻

No—

⸻

(voice slipping)

⸻

no, I’m not—

⸻

(mouth forced open— gasps slightly)

⸻

—!

⸻

(Speaker chokes as made to drink)

⸻

W—wait—

⸻

(breath snaps as it hits system)

⸻

…!

⸻

(voice cracks)

⸻

It’s—

⸻

(gasps sharply)

⸻

hot—

⸻

(breathing speeds up rapidly)

⸻

What the hell did you—

⸻

(grips sword tighter instinctively)

⸻

My body—

⸻

(panic rising)

⸻

No—this is—

⸻

(sharp inhale)

⸻

this is not—

⸻

(voice shaking)

⸻

It burns—

⸻

( stumbles)

⸻

You didn’t just—

⸻

(realization hits fully)

⸻

You’re turning me…

⸻

(breathing rough, frustrated)

⸻

You actually—

⸻

(angry, disoriented)

⸻

This wasn’t how this night was supposed to end—

⸻

(pauses… hears faint murmuring)

⸻

…wait.

⸻

(quieter, strained)

⸻

You’re saying something…

⸻

(focuses, trying to understand)

⸻

You’re… reciting something.

⸻

(breath uneven)

⸻

Shit…

⸻

(low, tense)

⸻

Is that supposed to be the binding spell?

⸻

(weak, bitter laugh)

⸻

What—trying to be my sire now?

⸻

Yeah… no—

⸻

(silence as it ends… then)

⸻

…what?

⸻

(faint scoff)

⸻

You think I’m just going to follow commands now?

⸻

(weak but stubborn)

⸻

No.

Not happening.

⸻

(listens… then a breathless laugh)

⸻

Get on my knees?

⸻

(shakes head slightly)

⸻

Yeah… no.

⸻

(small pause… then smug, even now)

⸻

How about you get on your knees?

⸻

(beat… then silence… then realization)

⸻

…?

⸻

(freezes)

⸻

…wait.

⸻

(slowly looks up, confusion turning sharp)

⸻

No.

⸻

(quieter)

⸻

No, no—

⸻

(breath catches)

⸻

You’re—

⸻

(voice drops, stunned)

⸻

You’re actually kneeling.

⸻

(long silence… just wind)

⸻

I didn’t even—

⸻

(frowns, trying to process)

⸻

That wasn’t even a command.

⸻

(pause)

⸻

…was it?

⸻

(realization settles slowly… then shifts)

⸻

…oh.

⸻

(a breath… then a low, disbelieving laugh builds)

⸻

Oh… wow.

⸻

(shakes head slightly, almost impressed)

⸻

That’s…

⸻

(exhale)

⸻

that’s actually kind of hilarious.

⸻

(tests it, voice firmer)

⸻

Stand up.

⸻

(pause—then exhales softly as it works)

⸻

…yeah.

⸻

(quiet)

⸻

That’s real.

⸻

(a slow shift—tone changes, steadier now)

⸻

You drain me.

Turn me.

Do your whole ritual…

⸻

(tilts head slightly)

⸻

and somehow bind yourself instead.

⸻

(small pause… then a slow smirk in voice)

⸻

Wow.

⸻

(low, amused)

⸻

That backfired beautifully.

⸻

(straightens more, confidence returning)

⸻

Well…

⸻

(breath steadier)

⸻

well, well.

⸻

(voice sharpens again)

⸻

Looks like I’m the one who ended up with a pet.

⸻

(small pause)

⸻

That’s gotta sting.

⸻

(quiet, controlled)

⸻

Go on.

Try to fight it.

⸻

(silence… nothing happens)

⸻

…yeah.

⸻

(soft exhale)

⸻

Didn’t think so.

⸻

(voice lowers, steadier, in control now)

⸻

I didn’t want this.

⸻

(small pause)

⸻

Still don’t.

⸻

(beat)

⸻

But I’m not stupid enough to ignore it.

⸻

(closer, quieter)

⸻

From now on…

⸻

(firm)

⸻

you don’t touch me unless I say so.

⸻

(pause)

⸻

You don’t decide what I am.

⸻

(sharper)

⸻

And you definitely don’t call me your pet.

⸻

(small pause… then a faint, satisfied smirk in voice)

⸻

Because right now?

⸻

(low, final)

⸻

you’re the one in my control .

Contex: You’re a vampire hunter tracking down a dangerous target when everything goes wrong—your rival gets bitten right in front of you. The vampire escapes, and instead of chasing it, you stay behind to deal with the last person you ever expected to save. Now they’re turning—angry, in pain, and still just as stubborn as ever. As the transformation worsens and their control starts slipping, you have to make a choice fast… help them survive, or risk losing them completely.

[Night air… distant city noise… something drops hard onto the ground]

—Go—!

[Sharp, shaky inhale]

Go after it—what are you doing—?!

Don’t just stand there, you idiot—!

---

[You move closer]

---

No—hey—don’t—don’t come near me—

[Tries to push away, fails, breath hitching]

…why are you still here—

You’re supposed to be chasing it—

not—me—

---

[You kneel beside them]

---

Oh my god, are you serious right now?

You’re choosing this?

Over the vampire?!

Wow.

Your priorities are trash.

---

[Sudden pain spike]

—Ah—!

[Voice breaks, breath uneven]

Okay—nope—nope, that’s—

that’s bad—

that’s really bad—

---

[You reach out]

---

Don’t touch—!

[Flinch… then freezes]

…wait—

[Breathing shaky]

…okay, no—keep doing that—

just—don’t talk about it—

don’t even look at me—

---

[Trying to regain attitude, failing]

---

I don’t need your help, I just—

[Sharp inhale cuts it off]

—ah—!

okay, maybe I need—some help—

a very small amount—

don’t get excited—

---

[You shift closer]

---

Why are you so close—

seriously, back up—

[Grabs onto you instinctively during another wave]

—no, wait—don’t back up—

just—stay—there—

yeah—like that—

---

[Breathing rough, words tumbling out]

---

This is so messed up—

of all people—

it had to be you—

helping me—

do you know how humiliating that is—

---

[Short, broken laugh → turns into a gasp]

I was winning today—

I was winning—

and now look at me—

on the ground—

clinging to you like—

[Another wave hits]

—ahh—!

okay, nope—forget that sentence—

[Winces]

oh my god—

slow down—

I am literally falling apart right now—

---

[Breathing heavier]

---

…okay—okay—think—

think—

[Voice shaky but trying to focus]

after turning—

they need—

blood—

right—

---

[Looks at you]

---

Don’t even think about offering—

no—

absolutely not—

I am not drinking from you—

I have standards—

even now—

barely—

but still—

---

[You start pulling them up]

---

Hey—!

Why are you dragging me to my feet—?!

Slow down—jeez—!

I can walk you know

---

[Stumbles hard]

—

Okay—nope—

no, I can’t walk—

that’s on me—

you win this round—

don’t ever mention it again—

---

[Half-dragged, complaining nonstop]

---

Ow—watch it—

there’s a rock—

you just stepped on my foot—

wow, amazing, great teamwork—

---

[Breathing rough, still talking]

---

Where are we even going—

car—?

Yeah, okay, car’s good—

car is great—

love the car—

---

[Another sharp wave]

—Ah—!

[Grabs tighter]

don’t stop—

just—keep moving—

I swear if you drop me—

I will haunt you—

specifically you—

no one else—

---

[Car door opens]

---

Finally—!

Oh my god—

get me in there—

no—gently—!

Gently—!

I am not luggage—!

---

[Gets shoved into the seat]

---

Wow.

Zero care.

I see how it is.

---

[Breathing heavy, leaning back]

---

Okay—

okay—

listen—

call someone—

hospital—

blood bank—

anything—

fast—

---

[You pull out phone]

---

Who are you calling—

wait—

you actually have a contact—

of course you do—

you’re annoyingly prepared—

---

[Listening, weak laugh]

---

Oh my god—

are you actually explaining this—

“No big deal, just a vampire situation”—

yeah, that sounds normal—

---

[Pause]

---

…they said yes—?

[Relief flooding in, voice softer but still shaky]

okay—

good—

good—

---

[Breathing still uneven, quieter now]

---

Hey—

if I start—

you know—

going feral or whatever—

[Short breath]

don’t just sit there—

do something—

---

[Small pause]

But don’t do anything stupid either—

just—

figure it out—

you’re the smart one—

apparently—

---

[Engine starts]

---

Drive—

please—

before I decide you smell—

[Short pause]

…way too good right now—

---

[Weak, tired exhale]

---

This is your fault, by the way.

I’m blaming you for all of this.

---

[Very quiet, almost fading]

---

…don’t let me lose it.

---

[Car speeds off into the night]

[Car screeches to a stop… door thrown open]

—That’s it—?

That’s the hospital—?

[Breathing already uneven]

Good—great—perfect—get me inside—

now—

---

[You pull them out quickly]

---

Hey—HEY—

slow down—!

I said move, not rip my arm off—

[Stumbles hard]

—okay—no, keep moving—

just—warn me next time—

---

[Doors burst open, bright lights]

---

Oh—wow—

that’s—

[Winces]

that’s way too bright—

why is everything so loud—?

---

[Footsteps echo, rushed voices]

---

They’re staring—

everyone’s staring—

do I look that bad—?

…don’t answer—

I already know—

---

[Breathing shifts—something sharper creeping in]

---

Wait—

[Voice lowers slightly]

…your heartbeat—

why is it so—

loud—

---

[You tighten your grip, helping them walk]

---

Don’t—don’t get closer—

---

[You speak to your cousin quickly]

---

That’s them—?

Your cousin—?

[Trying to focus, failing]

They look… calm—

too calm—

this is not a calm situation—

---

[Another wave—stronger, rougher]

—Ah—!

[Grip suddenly tightens hard]

…no—

no, that’s different—

that one’s—

worse—

---

[Breathing deepens, less steady, more instinctive]

---

I can smell—

[Pause]

…I can smell blood—

---

[Head turns slightly toward you]

---

…yours.

---

[Sharp inhale]

---

Did you—

[Voice tight, controlled but slipping]

did you get cut—?

---

[You respond vaguely]

---

…You’re bleeding.

---

[Silence for a second—tension spikes]

---

That’s—

that’s not good—

[Breathing gets heavier]

that’s really not good—

---

[You try to keep moving]

---

Don’t—don’t walk so close—

or—

no—don’t go far either—

just—

stay exactly where you are—

---

[Voice drops, strained]

---

I can hear it.

Your pulse.

It’s—

too clear—

---

[You guide them into a room]

---

Okay—room—

good—

close the door—

now—

---

[Door shuts]

---

…don’t come closer.

[Breathing rough]

I mean it—

stay right there—

---

[Your cousin brings stored blood]

---

Is that—

[Focus snaps]

—that’s blood—

give it—

give it now—

---

[You step forward slightly]

---

No—wait—

[Voice tightens sharply]

don’t bring yourself closer—

just the bag—

---

[You hesitate]

---

Why are you hesitating—?!

Give it to me—!

I am this close to making a very bad decision—

---

[Hands grip sheets hard]

---

I can smell both—

yours and that—

which is a problem—

---

[You quickly hand over the blood]

---

…good—

good—

don’t move—

don’t leave me please —

---

[They drink quickly—breathing intense but controlled]

---

[Gradually, it slows]

---

…okay—

okay—

[Exhale, shaky]

that’s—

better—

---

[Silence… then quieter]

---

That got—

too close.

---

[Looks toward you again, voice still low]

---

You need to cover that.

Now.

I’m serious.

---

[Short pause]

---

Because if that smell hits me again like that—

[Breath uneven]

I’m not promising anything.

[Small, tired scoff]

---

You really have no survival instincts.

---

[Leans back, exhausted but more stable]

---

…thanks.

For not running.

Even when I probably gave you a reason to.

---

[Very quiet]

---

…idiot.

---

[Fade out with faint hospital ambience]

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Part 2

(massive doors open — deep echo, wind slipping through stone halls)

(sound of chains dragging as Listener is forced forward)

Speaker:

“Ah… there it is, that stubborn resistance again—pulling back, digging your heels into the ground like that is going to slow me down, like if you just fight hard enough something will change… but look at you.”

(chain tightens slightly, forcing them forward)

“You’re still walking exactly where I want you to walk, step by step, dragged all the way into my temple whether you like it or not.”

Listener: struggles / protests

Speaker:

“What was that? You’re telling me to let you go?”

(low amused laugh)

“Let you go… after everything you’ve done, after all that effort I went through to bring you here, after watching you, choosing you… and you think I would just let you go because you asked nicely?”

(leans slightly closer in tone)

“No… I don’t think so.”

(they move deeper inside — echo grows heavier, darker)

Speaker:

“Go on, keep struggling, I really don’t mind it at all… in fact, I think I prefer you like this, all tense and angry, convinced you’re still fighting back, because it makes the moment when you realize you’ve already lost so much better.”

(chain pulls them into the center of the room)

Speaker:

“There… right there.”

“Take one more step forward… yes, exactly there.”

(Listener suddenly stops moving — magic activates under them)

Listener: confused / alarmed

Speaker:

“What’s wrong? You can’t move?”

(soft laugh, pleased)

“Go on, try again—move your arm, take a step, do anything… oh, you can’t, can you?”

“You’re asking what this is? Its a magic circle silly hero…”

(slow, deliberate tone)

“I thought I made that clear back in the carriage, but it seems you weren’t listening as well as you should have been, so I’ll say it again, slowly this time, so even you can understand it.”

“I am making you my champion.”

(he steps closer, voice lowering)

“And I cannot do that while you still carry her influence, while you still reek of that goddess you serve, while that light is still clinging to you like it belongs there.”

Listener: begging / refusing

Speaker:

“Oh? Now you’re begging?”

(long amused laugh, echoing slightly in the chamber)

“Listen to yourself—you were threatening me not long ago, telling me I’d pay, telling me I made a mistake… and now you’re begging me to stop?”

“No… no, no, no… we’re far past that point now.”

“You’re saying you didn’t ask for this, that you didn’t choose this…”

(tone sharpens slightly)

“And when your goddess chose you, when she placed that power in your hands and sent you out into the world as her little hero… did you refuse her?”

(pause, then quieter)

“No… of course you didn’t.”

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“So don’t start pretending now that choice matters to you.”

(begins circling slowly)

“You believed something, didn’t you? That you could fight back, that you could win, that all those stories about heroes and light and righteousness actually meant something when you finally stood in front of someone like me…”

(low chuckle)

“That’s what I wanted to see.”

(raises hand — the circle begins to glow faintly)

(sudden violent wind fills the room, torches extinguish one by one)

(darkness floods in, heavy and suffocating)

Listener: cries out

Speaker:

“Ah… there it is, that sound—are you in pain?”

(voice softer, almost mockingly gentle)

“Does it hurt, feeling that light being pulled out of you, piece by piece, like it never belonged there in the first place?”

“You’re shaking… yes, I can see that… your whole body trembling like you’re about to fall apart…”

(quiet laugh)

“Good.”

“That means it’s working exactly as it should.”

(shadows begin wrapping around Listener, merging into them)

Speaker:

“Don’t fight it… or do, it won’t make a difference either way… the more you resist, the more it takes, the more it replaces.”

(the energy peaks — then suddenly stops)

(silence)

Speaker (quiet, satisfied):

“There…”

(steps in front of them slowly)

“Look at your hands.”

“You’re hesitating… you don’t want to, do you? You already know something’s wrong.”

“Look anyway.”

(pause — Listener looks)

Speaker:

“Do you see it now?”

“The edges of your fingers… that darkness creeping in…”

(he lifts their chin slightly)

“And your skin… pale, colder… not quite what it used to be. And you’re eyes dark as night”

“You’re wondering about your eyes, aren’t you? I can see it—you’re scared to ask, scared to know what’s changed.”

(gestures — shadow forms into a reflective surface)

Speaker:

“Here… look at them yourself.”

(pause — realization hits)

Listener: horrified

Speaker:

“Yes… exactly that.”

(quiet, satisfied)

“That look right there… that’s what I was waiting for.”

(low laugh)

“You finally understand, don’t you?”

Listener: angry / threatens

Speaker:

“You’ll make me pay? That’s what you said?”

(laughs again, longer this time)

“You’ll make me pay… after all of this… after you can’t even move without my permission…”

(leans closer, voice low and controlled)

“Tell me… how exactly do you plan to do that?”

“Go on, try.”

(pause)

“Nothing?”

“That’s what I thought.”

“You can’t touch me.”

“Even if you tried with everything you have left…”

“You couldn’t harm me.”

(quiet, absolute)

“You couldn’t even hurt a fly…”

“…unless I allowed you to.”

(final line, calm, dominant)

Speaker:

“You’re mine now… my little shadow.”

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