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📜🎩 T H E ☆ M A G I C I A N - Act 58 (Including Pics!)

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Content possibilities for the whole story: original content, w/w(?) or overall queerness, fluff, angst, hurt & comfort, asexuality/demisexuality, cryptid (?) pregnancy, nb(?)preg, sexual & kink awakening, stuffing, nausea, gender ambiguity, toxic relationships, partially male-presenting pregnancy, birth, transphobia (mention), dysphoria, depression & suicidal thoughts, parental conflicts, cnc-like intercourse, use of alcohol and other drugs, demons, religions & mythology (diverse), cursing, profanity, belly focus & sounds

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Act 58

Mel

When they approached the rich buffet, laid with sublime miscellaneous dishes and the impressive chocolate fountain, Mel took a quick glance around them, scanning the room.

Tomas was in reach again, but far enough not to bother them. Bente was also watching them from afar, the look on her face not too pleased. Mel wasn’t keen on listening to her (probably vulgar) disapproving lecture when all of this was over. Bea was nowhere to be found — hopefully she had already done whatever she had been here for and left in peace and quiet. Mel didn’t want their surprise date to include a dramatic scene caused by Bea’s shady jobs. Or anything else that would disturb their little dove.

The other guests were keeping their distance more than usual today, surprisingly. That was most likely attributable to the fact that many of them were well-known individuals, too, and knew how bothersome it could be to be bombarded with audiences when you had a companion with you.

Though just when Mel had put together a nice variety of fruits on their plate to drench them under the chocolate waterfalls — one of the worst times to have fan conversations, in all honesty — a new person appeared next to Mel.

They didn’t notice them at first. What they noticed, though, was a fly on their fruits, ensconcing itself on a strawberry. When Mel shooed them away, another one followed. Then a third. Then a whole bunch.

And then they heard Lusje say something very concerning.

Oh, fuck. Shit. Shit! I was careless!

“My, my, my, my.” a very unpleasant voice resounded from next to them. “I had a hunch, considering your status, but I haven’t dared to assume one of us would be so bold as to step this… prominently into the spotlight.”

Mel turned towards the masculine but squeaky-sounding voice. It emanated from a bearded man, almost comically shaped. He was even smaller than Rosemary, with his torso obscenely huge, but his legs and arms thin like twigs. Dressed in a shimmering green-golden suit, iridescent like a scarabaeus, he smiled at him. His suit was decorated with golden applications in the shape of a fly, like a brooch or the cufflinks, much like Mel’s suit was with snake ornaments. He, too, held a cane, though instead of a snake, it looked crooked and bent and hairy, like a golden insect leg. His glasses featured round facets, giving him, together with the fuzzy hair on his half-bald head and the long, tightly twirled beard, the look of a fly himself.

He lowered his glasses, revealing a short glimpse of piercing, red eyes.

A demon.

He pushed the glasses back up his nose and looked behind Mel, right at Mary.

“Cute lass. Interesting energy, though she could be a little more rotten for my taste. Are you planning to devour her later?” He asked, then poked against Mel’s rounded middle with his cane, “You surely need the flesh, so I suppose you’re not willing to share?”

Mel. Keep calm. Get her away as quickly as you can.

Without answering the stranger, Mel turned towards Mary and said, “Rosemary, be so kind and go back to Lynette. Ask her about her first night in Venice. I have business to attend to.”

The girl must’ve sensed something, because she looked at Mel with concern. Thankfully, her keen perception also told her to play along, and she simply nodded and left.

“Yes, you pretty little thing, go and let the adults talk,” the demon said in the worst possible grimy tone.

Good. Now try to look as prideful and unconcerned as you can. He might not look like much, but that’s Beelzebub, head of hell’s house Gula. He’s like … the worst kind of shit. If shit could shit, it would be him.

Mel had questions. Tons. But they understood that asking them would have to wait. For now, immediate action was needed.

Just lay low.

“Beelzebub,” Mel greeted the demon in the most snobbish and bored voice possible.

Oh my fucking hell. I said: lay low.

A bright smile parted the demon’s lips, revealing sharp teeth.

“I am very flattered to be recognized this quickly. And who are you, if I might ask? Surely a follower of House Superbia, judging by your familiar tokens.”

“Why, Melodie van de Sterren.”

Mel! Melchior! Hold back, dammit. This is seriously dangerous. He thinks you’re a demon, you have to be careful.

Beelzebub scoffed. “Of course I know your persona’s name. I’m asking for yours.”

Say that you don’t have one yet.

“I don’t have one yet.”

The demon laughed. “You don’t say. Is that what your whole spiel is about? Gaining a name? Becoming someone in the realm? Are you, perhaps, even an Umbra?”

Mel spit on the ground, then came closer and said in a menacing tone: “Don’t call me a lesser one. Do I look like I have no shape or personality?”

Melchior, you shitmagnet! You’re a good boy for remembering all that stuff, but stay put! You have no idea what you’re dealing with!

Mel leaned back up again.

Beelzebub, however, seemed pleased with Mel’s reaction.

“Glad to see that we have the same opinion about those things, Melodie,” he said, saying Mel’s name as if it were an insult. “Consider yourself fortunate that you’re not one of my minions, though. I’d tear you apart and eat you up, piece by piece, if you’d be in my house and would dare to make yourself that famous. But frankly, I don’t give a fuck about anyone in Superbia. And neither seems to be your own Monarch, Lucifer, seeing how they have left all of you to rot so long ago. And your second in command, Rofocale, has lost their touch, too. Actually, it’s not everyday that I’m able to chat with somebody from Superbia. Tell me, what do you think about this flaccid hand of your rulers?”

We need to settle this, now, or we’ll have a massive fucking problem. Let me take over.

After around 15 years of sharing their existence with Lusje, Mel had learned by now how to hand over their body quickly and without much difficulty. They closed their eyes, took a deep breath, and blacked out their surroundings, forcing themself to dissociate to such an extent that their legs would give in and make Mel collapse if Lusje wouldn’t have been there to take over seamlessly.

A moment later, from the corner of their mind, almost as if they were watching from outside their body, Mel witnessed how their it opened its eyes again, and say: “Listen, your grossness Ba’al, Lord of flies, overindulgence, and all filth”. It sounded like the worst insult to Mel, but the demon smiled proudly in light of the appeal, just like somebody who was addressed in an honorable, proper etiquette way, “If I wouldn’t be in Superbia, circle Gula would be my first choice for sure, and I’d be delighted to have you as my Monarch. But sadly I am not, and I am loyal, no matter if my ruler is present or not. So I must politely ask you to fuck off and not talk any more shit about Lucifer, or else I’ll have to shit in your mouth, piss in your nose, and puke in your cunt,” Lusje said with the most polite tone and noble smile.

Mel had to fight hard to leave their demonic partner in control. They could only hope that nobody except the other demon had heard them.

The smile on its face grew a little wider, albeit with raised eyebrows. “I can see why you belong to your circle; you sound exactly like that sorry bastard Lucifer. I can respect that, albeit in the most pitiful way. And I’m almost inclined to respect you, nameless. Though you know what that means, right?”

“We’re enemies.”

“Correct. I’ll have to treat you as the loyal minion that you are.”

“Let’s settle it, then. Follow me.”

Lusje set Mel’s body in motion, maneuvering it to the bathrooms, followed by the short, lumpish man, while signaling their bodyguard, who watched from afar, to stay put.

I won’t lie, Mel. This will be very ugly. For a human, at least. But it has to be done. I will explain more later. For now, I’ll put your mind to sleep and let it stay this way until you’re cleaned and healed.

No, Mel tried to intervene and communicate inside their head. Cleaned and healed? What did that mean? Why weren’t they allowed to stay in their own body?

Don’t argue. I’m not being polite or heroic. This is stuff of my kind that you wouldn’t be able to comprehend. It would break you.

But Mary…

I will take care of her for you. You know she can handle me. Now sleep.

And then, everything went black.