Within A Curse ( High Fantasy / BDSM ) (Pazzo x Ironic)

A spiral wisp of silvery white clouds embraced by the light of the full moon decorated the night sky above his head...
Countless stars shone brightly, and twinkled from far away...

He could hear the faint rumblings of an avalanche from the mountain range high above and behind him...
He now sat upon the thatched roof of his modest five bedroom stone cottage, looking at the night sky, contemplating... His view of his 3,000 acre mountain valley property was truly breathtaking on this warm summer night...
Most people would find such a night peaceful, and utterly relaxing...
But not Arch...

He was a very handsome man who appeared to be in his mid thirties, but he was unsure since he did not appear to age in the past twenty years...
Arch was fairly tall, and athletic and lean of build.
His platinum blonde hair was worn long and combed straight, and swayed around him in the gentle night breeze.
The Wizard's green eyes sparkled in the faint light of the wooden lantern he had brought with him...

He ate hungrilly at a piece of spiced baked chicken, and yet he could not taste it... He drank deeply from a tankard of chilled ale, but his thirst was not slaked... This was purely psychological, as his tongue worked fine and he was not dehydrated... He was merely overcome with concern...
The stars continued to twinkle as he made every attempt to enjoy his evening meal...
A small but plump orange and white tabby was perched on the roof in front of him, her coppery eyes watching him closely as he ate, licking her lips hungrily. Every so often Arch would hand her a chunk of the baked chicken, which she would gratefully accept.

This was one of his many adopted stray cats, This one in particular went by "Callie"... Whenever Arch was on the property, it was a sure bet this cat was nearby...
About twenty years ago he had been found alone, naked, and unconscious deep in the ruins of an old forgotten temple, under a stone Archway.
The dwarven brothers who found him brought Him with them on their monthly supply run to Geurnsfield... There he was cleaned, given food and clean clothing, and thoroughly questioned by the Magistrate about who he was.
Only to his dismay, he did not know. Prior to these past twenty years the Wizard had no knowledge of his past, or even who he was... He was however found to have an unusually powerful grasp of the arcane, and the townspeople had started to call him "The Arch Mage" given the conditions under which he was found...

The magic Academy took interest in him, and after a through regimen of testing he was offered a position of teaching Evocation, which he gladly accepted.
Occasionally he would take the odd mercenary contract to fund a project or research. Sometimes he would work with the armies in the event the kingdom was attacked as he did during the red war five years ago with the north...
This massive estate was part of the generous reward package he was offered for his efforts. With the help of an old war golem he had rebuild several years earlier, Known as Max, the two had somehow managed to defend the northern pass from a surprise assault. The battle was fierce and bloody, but the two had managed to beat back a force of 500 soldiers with ease...

Arch was shook from his reverie as Callie touched his hand with her fuzzy paw, her coppery eyes pleading for another bite of the roast chicken. He chuckled, and handed her a large chunk of it.
As she purred and chewed, The Wizard watched the large mirror like river that flowed around the central 140 acre "Island" that his cottage was built upon... He could see Max's Floating garden come into view...

Max... The wizards closest friend... And much like himself, a serious oddity. Max was an artifact from many tens of thousands of years ago, a link to a bygone era of advanced technology. Maximillian was his full designation, War Chassis number 0147. A fully self aware and immensely power assault golem, built as part of a larger force when such automations were more common.
He is easily twice the height of a normal man, and was originally designed to burn coal, wood, or other fuel to produce steam to power his internal systems.
The golem had the Appearance of a burly humanoid clad in a suit of ornate full plate armor...
Arch had found his battered shell during an excavation of the ruins where he himself had been found, and immediately sought to rebuild him.

Many of his rusted parts had to be reforged and replaced, but Arch is very skilled. The Automation now used fire crystals in his main boiler, which last for many months before needing replacement. His steam system was likewise reworked to contain a small portal to the elemental plane of water, keeping his tanks full at all times.
Once Arch had him operational, the machine greeted him, and asked him for a mission...

Arch was at a loss and said "Alright, you are my body guard..." at which point the Golem gladly accepted.
After the war, the golem had become restless, and asked Arch if he could have a garden...
The wizard and the golem decided to lash many tree trunks together, and made a huge raft. They then dredged the bottom of the river, and piled the mud high upon it, and let it dry. It was then tilled and planted. With many exotic seeds...
From that day on, the Golem had paddled the huge raft around and around the "Island" tirelessly, taking great pride in his hobby...

Another touch from a fuzzy paw drew Arch from his reflection. "Alright dear, yes... Here, now that's it..." he murmured as he scratched Callie's ears, and gave her the last bite of the chicken...
The Wizard slid down the roof to land in a bale of hay, and he grunted at the impact, making the singed flesh upon his chest sting... The wizard groaned...

About a week ago he suddenly felt an intensified burning at his chest while he slept, and smoke began to billow out of his chest as his nightshirt caught fire... Screaming, in pain and anguish, he ran outside of his bedroom, and bolted headlong toward the river just one hundred feet from his front door, and dove into it...
The heat from the fire at his chest was not snuffed out by the water, and only served to boil it around him, giving off gas bubbles and violent torrents of steam... Thankfully the effect, whatever it was, had ended... Crawling from the river, the Wizard looked at the charred hole in his shirt at his bare chest...
It bore a symbol about the size of a dinner plate, and resembled a horrid branding.

Try as he might, the symbol was unrecognized in all of the Ancient texts... But was clear what it was... Something very powerful had cursed him... To what end he could not fathom...
The Wizard just shook his head, and walked down to the river bank to speak with Max for a few moments, and then retire for the night...

It was cold, a bit colder than usual, but she didn't mind at all. Instead, she kept her posture straight and walked down the large hall ahead of her towards the conference room. Something exciting was about to be said, she could feel the anticipation fluttering in her stomach like butterflies, a feeling that drifted away a long time ago.

Mistress Mirajane took her snow white hair and flung it over her back. The long swirly locks swayed back and fourth in a rhythm that was timed perfectly with the clonking of her high heels and the natural oscillation of her hips. She was the Goddess of the Demons, holding an immense power that was thought to not exist, but she never held that power before...

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Long ago when she was a young and innocent girl, she was always interested in reading spell books, even though they were thought to be just mystical words created by man for a quick story to tell. Mirajane, on the other hand begged to differ. The words engrossed her, making her question each sentence that she read in her head. How did she achieve to get her hands on these books one may have asked, but Marijane's father held on to the books for mysterious reasons, telling her that she should never open them or repeat the words verbally out loud. Despite being a good girl, the endless thoughts of what awaited in those books filled her mind and drove her crazy, eager to feast her eyes on the fine aged print on the dusty pages that were so fragile to the touch.

One night, she tiptoed into her father's library, her breathing hushed down and her motions as still as a cat hunting down its prey, hastily retrieving the books and bringing them to her room. She began reading the words in her head and tried hard to understand what the weird symbols and language meant, but in order to do that she needed her fathers help. That was off limits for sure. Instead, she continued to read them and study it deeply, eventually understanding little of what they meant.

To her surprise, the books were satanic, but regardless of the horrible nature of the situation, she continued to read them, taking the one thing her father always told her about the books - Do not say the words out loud. But one night, she had to try this out...

Alone, the young Mirajane sat in her cold dark room, a few candles being lit on the floor, the glow cascading over her old book. Her hands trembled, the fear of what would happen to her almost made her not go through with the act, but only a small amount of dying curiosity was what pushed her forward. Taking a deep breath, she fixed her blurry eyes on the text, licking her lips before she opened her mouth. In all honesty, she did not know what she was about to read. She searched for a random spell, hoping her father was wrong and only trying to frighten her away from reading his stored away books. She found it hard to get the words out of her mouth, as if a frog was stuck in her throat.

"Come on... Just do this." She whispered to herself, encouraging her to proceed. Exhaling one last time, she placed her tiny index finger on the first letter, gliding it on each word as she read the words out loud.

"Sdnah ruoy ni syad ym fo tser eht evil lliw I. Ytilatrommi dna rewop lacigam gnitsalreve em gnitnarg, drol nomed eht yb deruoved eb ot lous ym wolla I, yad siht no."

Nothing happened. The sweat that coated her brow dripped down to her cheek. She sighed, using the back of her hand to wipe away the wet fluids. Catching her off guard, the pages of the book began to flip through quickly. Her eyes were wide, her heart pounding fiercely. Her father was right all along, and she messed everything up. Her life would forever change. The book finally stopped flipping through the pages, a bright light emitting through the center. Mirajane found herself cowering in the corner, only but a mere fourteen years of age. Never before had she been so scared.

The light slowly began to fade into a dark mist, an evil chuckle echoing in her room. She screamed, shielding her ears with her hands, shaking her head in denial. "This is just a dream... This is just a dream!" She rocked herself back and fourth, peeking at the beast that began to arise. She was beautiful, but the atmosphere in the room was so opposite. Her horns were long and threatening, as if she could charge at her like a ram on a bloodshed spree. Her wings were extended, the full length longer than her height. The demon woman raised a brow at the cowering child, laughing as if this was a joke.

"You summoned me, mortal?" Her voice was deep, yet still held that feminine quality to it. She began to walk towards her, Marijane shielding her head with her hands, whimpering at the woman who hovered over her. Distaste coated her face, crossing her arms against her chest and tapping a foot on the floor. "Such a shame that a young life must be ended. I know you were not aware of what you were doing, but you signed your soul off to me in exchange for a greater power." The demon began to explain, her wet muscle hitting her teeth like a sharp knife. "Kiss what you know goodbye, you will forever forget this life." Taking pride in her words, she reached behind her to hold a dagger in her grip, a skull at the base of it.

"This will only hurt forever." With a wicked grin, she grabbed the girl by the collar of her shirt and dug the blade into her heart. A rippling burst of pain surged throughout her body, an agonizing scream leaving her lips, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her body convulsed. "No!" Those were the last words that left her lips, her body beginning to grow limp and her eyes casting over a glaze. Her last breath was just a whisper. Her soul seeped out of her body, entering into the dagger that laid into the demons hand. Laughing aloud, her body slowly began to disappear, leaving the girls dead body and opened book for her dad to recover and grieve over for the rest of his days, that is if he didn't commit suicide from this.

Bringing Marijane back into the demonic world, that is where the demon woman, who was really the demon lord at the time, raised the girl like her own. Teaching her the strongest power that is ever known, leaving the demon kingdom in her control when the time was right. The time grew right, Marijane was now in power and lived to please the Goddess of Fate. It was her job, her duty to make sure that all power is balanced, only herself wielding the incredible power ever known. But that way okay in the eyes of the Goddess.

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Her agents spoke of this man who held a curse deep within his chest. A curse that was locked away for many of years, never seeming to be brought back out. But the real question was, why was it brought back? It was never brought out unless the person committed a crime, and luckily for her, this would mean a good battle if all falls into place. Another bonus, rumor has it that this said man held a great power, maybe even greater than anyone on the planet Thrae.

The clonking of her heels made everyone freeze in their spot, bowing down to her as she made her rightful appearance. Her blue eyes glimmered, her red lips as plump as a fruit ready to be eaten. Her black wings tucked in neatly behind her back while claw-like hands laid against her sides. When she arrived to the room, all eyes were now on her.

"Good evening Mistress Marijane." One of the agents, Zeke, spoke as he bowed down. "I think that this is a pretty serious case, as me and my team investigated a tad bit more. Come, please, have a seat." He took a chair and pulled it away, showcasing his talon-like nails for her to rest her rear on. Nodding silently at him, she sat down, crossing her legs and folding her arms against her bosoms.

"The man that we are dealing with goes by the name Arch. His age is not known but he looks to be in his mid thirties." He slid her a picture of the man. In no rush she grabbed it and inspect the photo, nodding at him to continue on. "He bears the 'Curse of 300,000 screams.' We are just as shocked as you are, miss." Her eyes grew wide, wondering what the poor fool did to deserve such a punishment. Inspecting the picture some more, her finger glided across his jawline, somehow admiring his strong unique features.

"Well, we got our hands full here, don't we?" She joked around, placing an index finger on her chin as she thought about what to do in this situation. "I'll tell you what. Let's see what we're truly dealing with. I will send you, Zeke, along with a few trusted agents for you to retrieve this Arch character for me so I can fulfill his full punishment. Does that sounds clear?"


Zeke nodded, getting up from his seat and calling over the few other trusted agents. "You heard the woman, lets get going!" He growled, the others springing to their feet and gathering close by him. Taking his hand, he casted a circle on the ground, allowing them to teleport directly into the world of Thrae, their bodies quickly disappearing to enter into the night skies.

Already they knew where Arch was, picking up the curses scent and following it quickly. It was strong and very apparent, their nostrils flaring as the scent itself increases its intensity. It didn't take long for the group of demons to be hovering over an "island" estate. It was beautiful and large, crazy to know that only one man lives there, so they thought. Their wings flapped, their feet finally meeting the roof of his home. Their red eyes pierced the darkness, scanning to see where the man would be.

"Over there!" Zeke whispered, pointing at Arch and a metaloid figure, which seemed to look like a statue until it moved slightly. "It looks like we will be dealing with a lot more here. That seems to be an artifact. I heard those do not put up with bull shit. Lets not waste any time." Rising up against, the others followed, charging full speed towards the man. Their snickering was loud, enough to capture his attention.

Hopefully he will dodge in time...

Arch approached the big golem and smiled... The huge war machine was heavy, slow, and ponderous, but was a valued friend... There was always something oddly familiar about Max, Like the Wizard has known him forever...
Time suddenly seemed to slow down without warning , as he saw the heavy armored machine in front of him assume a fighting position, his ruby optics blazing a fiery red, focusing on something behind Arch and to his left...

The two have fought countless battles together, side by side, Arch knew full well what this meant, they were under attack...
The wizards highly trained mind went into a sort of mental overdrive, it began thinking very quickly, making the outside world seem to slow to a crawl...
Arch didn't turn around, he didn't have time...

His keen ears could hear menacing noises behind him...
Something nasty cutting through the night air at breakneck speed...
Something leathery, flapping furiously...
Evil, deep chuckling approaching quickly....

His equipment was in the house, his staves in their rack by the door... His rods and wands in a crystal case on his desk... Blast! He was barefoot and didn't even have his boots! All he was wearing was a simple blue robe...
The wizard did have his raw magic though... "What to do... What to do..." he thought to himself...
Fly straight up, whirl around and start launching offensive magic? No... He had no idea what was coming, it might be immune... That option would also leave Max vulnerable...
Arch could see the big golem leveling his left arm in the direction of the noises... That was where Max was armed with a large caliber rotary auto cannon, easily capable of reducing a small army to shreds within seconds... But the weapon took a few seconds for
him to bring to bear, and the targets sounded to be much faster....

Time, they needed time... Just a few seconds!
A barrier of sorts, between them and the would be assailants... Yes...
(All of the above thought processes took the Wizard maybe a quarter of a second...)

The Wizard hissed out a word of power, and raised his arms quickly... A shimmering wall of force shot up from the ground behind him, one hundred feet tall and one hundred feet around, curved in a parabolic arch around his back and the golem...

He then leapt forward and spun around quickly in mid air to get a good look at whatever was attacking them, landing next to the battle golem... The massive floating barge didn't even sway in the slightest.
Arch could hear the steam driven hydraulics in Max's left forearm open, deploying the fearsome auto-cannon...
The huge automation uttered a simple phrase, in a booming voice that sounded of grinding gears and venting steam... "Targets acquired..."

four grotesque winged humanoids howled in frustration, trying to circumvent the sudden wall of force. One of them appeared to be slightly larger and better armored than the rest, barking out orders to his three comrades... "That must be the leader..." Arch murmured to the massive armored golem standing at his back... "Max, focus on him..."
"...Understood" was the booming, mechanical reply...
The weapon spun up again, and belched deafening fire towards the enemy Sergeant... All of the shots missed, but they did keep him from approaching...

Arch spat angrily as he watched the demons regroup and fly up or around the barrier... He slammed his hand into his chest, deploying his emergency protective magics... But he winced under the pain, forgetting about his new mark... The barrier was large, he had just enough time to see one of the demons reach the edge of the magic barrier, and lunge at him, its fangs and claws bared...
The wizard quickly shouted at the fiend, magically projecting his voice as a force blast. The attack hit the demon head on... The force of the impact threw the winged creature back many feet to tumble onto the island ground, causing puffs of dust , each impact tearing great rents in the dirt. (Walls of force allowed things to go out, just not to come in, they are one-way)

Arch had fought creatures like this before... That demon wasn't dead, not by any stretch of the imagination...

At the same time the barge shook as the deafening report of the auto-cannon shattered the peaceful night silence... Its fiery rounds making the other demons scatter, but not hitting them, they were just too damned fast...
Arch looked up at them and swore... Demons were tough opponents... But not un-killable...
The wizard shouted up at them angrily. "Max, we have guests!" He called out in a mocking tone. "...I am terribly sorry, but I didn't catch your names, Perhaps we can discuss the nature of your little visit in greater detail?"

The question of course was purely rhetorical...

Arch clenched his fists down at his sides, his hands and forearms bathed in bright blue crackling electricity... The wizards lightning magic was potent, arguably his best weapon, and easily capable of blasting a hole in a heavy castle battlement. But it wouldn't kill a demon, most were immune. Arch's version however had a paralyzing effect on the infernal... Maybe, just maybe it would be enough...
"Alright you demon fucks..." The Wizard murmured in a low, menacing tone. "...Lets play."

Just as Zeke began to attempt to dive into the wall of force, his eyes grew wide, what was this man trying to do? His mouth opened, shouting at him, a random force striking him and hitting directly in the chest. It knocked the wind out of the demon, causing him to immediately be taken with the strong force, dragging him down to be met with the hard and cold ground. A small crater was underneath him, funny how a mortal could do such damage like this. Gripping at his now aching head, he staggered up to his feet, glaring at Arch for hitting him.

Next time he will be quicker so this won't happen again.

"Was that honestly all you got? It's not nice to call us 'demon fucks', you know that?" Smirking, the three other's joined him, there face twisting in the same as his. "I will admit, you will be a tough opponent, but not tough enough for us to bring you down." Tilting his neck from one side to another, an awful cracking sound echoed, enough to make someone skin crawl. Fixing all of his focus on Arch, he rolled his shoulders, readying himself for another blow if it came to that.

"There will be no more further discussion in regards to our visit. You know what you did. I advise that you surrender and make things easier for the both of us. If not, I have no problem in resulting into a bloody battle." Not waiting for a response from the man, in sequence, the demons spread their bat-like wings and rose up from the ground. Their wings flapped, the debris from the ground being tossed in the air like dust.

Instead of saying his words out loud, his mind connected with the other's, barking orders. Telepathy, a magic that came in handy, especially in a time like this.

"I will get him head on, making him get distracted by me to give you guys some time. I want the rest of you to go in different directions and attempt to grab him. You know how much Mistress Mirajane hates to wait. Lets go!" And with his last command, they all sprung into action. Their short black hair whipped around against the stinging wind, their red eyes glimmering against the light of the stars above their head. Their wings were thin, making it almost inaudible to the ear; a great plus to have when sneaking up on someone, especially in this situation.

Zeke continued his path directly towards Arch, his claws extended and his teeth showing. He wanted to savor this moment. Mistress Mirajane said nothing about bringing him back unharmed, now did she? The three other agents divided up, swirling around in the air before picking their own path. One aimed at his left side, one at his right, and one straight for his back. Each went at different speeds, allow Arch and his artifact to have little time to react to each blow.

Zeke bellowed, already so close to him, close enough to touch, until Max got in the way, the large heaping lump of metal slammed into his stomach, causing him to wince in pain, but that alone wouldn't stop him. Just as his fingers almost touched the soft flesh on his cheek, the body guard proceeded stepped in more, causing Zeke falling on his back.

His eyes searched up in the skies, seeing his fellow comrades spiraling in the air. He smiled. Everything was going to plan. Zac, the one who decided to attack from the behind, extended his hands and gripped at the man, forcefully slamming him down into the ground, his face making contact with the grass and wet soil.

"Enjoy eating dirt, you prick?" Zeke chuckled, gripping at his stomach as his head turned to watch the amusing event unfold.

Arch just chuckled on the ground as the demon held him... The chuckles then turned to manic laughter... Then suddenly Arch began to fade away into a sparkly mist... No, Not Arch, but a highly detailed Illusion...

"Alright then..." Came the wizard's voice from behind them... Arch had apparently used the time to sneak back to his house in the confusion... He was advancing upon them slowly with a determined look on his handsome face. He is wearing an ornate black and silver battle robe with armored shoulders... However he was still barefoot... In his hands was a beautiful red and black wizard's staff that glinted in the moonlight. its oversized head was that of a raven, with its wings outspread...

The staff of ravens was one of the more powerful staves in his collection... And at the moment was the closest one to the door...
He swung it in a wide arch over his head, summoning a large murder of large black birds, all of them cawing angrily, their wings trailing bright orange sparks, their eyes glowing an eerie red...

There were no fewer than twenty three of the hellish avians, flying around the wizard, watching the demons angrily... Not attacking but waiting... rabid nasty little creatures, eager to sink their talons into the demons flesh...

"You said you know what I did...Zeke" He murmured to the fiends... " Oh yes, you really shouldn't think so loud.....You will elaborate on what you meant, or this little hunting expedition yours will suddenly be viewed from the other side."

The Wizard ripped open his black robe, revealing the fresh brand on his chest, the flesh still irritated and barely healed "Does it have something to do with this?!?!" He roared angrily... "What is it Zeke? What the hell is it and why?!?!?!"

"Answer me!" He shouted at them, the angry ravens cawing louder, sensing their master's anger...

"WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" Arch's voice boomed, magically amplified, and making the ground quake...

Steam driven hydraulics could be heard in the distance as the golem regained its footing... "Hmmmzzzztttt..." was the angry mechanical reply...

Frozen. Zeke was completely frozen in his tracks. How did he manage to pull off such a powerful spell with raw magic? This was the real deal, that was for sure, and Zeke hated to admit it, but they more than likely bit more off than they could chew. And how could he posses the talent to hear his thoughts? He was dumbfounded, just utterly dumbfounded...

Quickly getting up to his feet, he didn't even bother to brush off the dirt that was caked on his clothing, instead, his eyes stayed locked onto Arch's, watching his every movements carefully. Zeke and his crew thought of this mission to be easy, simple. Oh, were they wrong. Especially Mirajane, unless she knew all about this. Thoughts and questions circled continuously in just a matter of seconds in his head. This couldn't be right, how was this task so difficult?!

Caw! With frightened eyes, the demons lifted their heads to see where that awful sound was coming from, only to notice the black raven's circling above. They threatened them with their horrific caws, the angrier the wizard got, the louder the caws were. Barely even hearing what Arch was telling them, Zeke shook his head back and fourth, not wanting to tell him why they were there, but he also didn't want to suffer the consequences of the avians.

He would pay big time by the mistress, but right now, that seemed more pleasing than having his flesh ripped apart by the black winged creatures.

He closed his eyes tightly, not knowing what he should say or do. The three other demons stood behind their leader, not too sure themselves of what to do next. Ravens were one of their weaknesses, a sad and pathetic truth. How could a small bird cause so much harm to a demon? Their talons that dug so easily in their flesh would burn for hours, nothing worked to soothe the awful pain that would progress through time. They would have to tough it out. The saliva that would get into their new lacerations by their beak would send a type of poison throughout their body, and with enough of it, could be deadly. The echoing and rumbling of his powerful voice shook them all to the core of their chest, making Zeke finally have enough of it.

"STOP!" he roared, his hands balled up in fists by his sides, already admitting to defeat.

"I will answer your question, but do not let those bastards near us." Growling in his throat, he stood tall, his eyes looking away from him. He didn't want to look Arch in the eyes after looking like a coward in front of him. How humiliating. Instead, he fixed his eyes on the fresh brand that was now imprinted on his chest. He clenched his teeth, swallowing hard.

"Yes. It has something to do with the symbol on your chest." He began to explain, his vision shifting to the ground. "That is the symbol of the cruse you now have. The curse of 300,000 screams." Zeke let the word hang in the air before continuing. He wanted Arch to think hard about what was happening to him.

"I do not know what you have done to receive such a horrible curse, but it is VERY rare. Actually, this is the first time I have ever witness it happening. I've heard of stories, but nothing like this."" Gaining enough courage, he decided to look back into his eyes, the confusion on his face was enough to satisfy the demon. "We were ordered to bring you to our mistress by her orders, so she can fulfill your punishment. We are only doing what we were told." He felt ashamed. He gave out more information than he bargained for. He shook his head, and took his right balled up fist and slammed it on the ground, creating a deep hole from his frustrations. "Damn it!" He screeched, cursing at the wind.

Arch listened to the demon, and his eyes narrowed... He did not actually expect a reply...
His heavily enchanted robe gave the wizard many benefits, including a powerful enchantment of greatly enhanced vision... The aura of the demon addressing him looked very angry, but it felt it was telling the truth...
The wizard's empathic mind tasted the surface thoughts of Zeke as he spoke to him, felt his anger and rage and having been denied his quarry... Of having thought he was told to come after a simple human... And that he was telling the truth. The demon sergeant had indeed been ordered to fetch him and bring him to her... A momentary image of her flashed across the demons mind; A very attractive female with flowing white hair, powerful, and believed to be just and fair... His mind also tasted her name...
"... Mistress Mirajane." The wizard Murmured... He did not know of her... But perhaps she knew more about what the hell was going on... Perhaps she held the answers he sought...
Zeke held no malicious intent, h is thoughts were only to please his mistress... Though he was not afraid of her... More ashamed...
He was amped up on adrenaline, and angry that the peace of his home was violated...
The wizard wanted nothing more that to be left alone, and to live his life out peacefully... He considered himself of good moral compass, but it was not his place to judge... To the best of his knowledge he had committed no crimes...
Arch shook his head, his long blonde hair flowing around him as he did...
The Wizard bared his teeth, the fingers of his right hand tightening their grip upon the staff of ravens angrily... The Birds sensed his growing rage, and hissed menacingly...
Without another word, the wizard deftly slashed his free hand of his hands through the air at the demons, his fingers trailing brilliant red sparks... In a flash, the 4 demons disappeared...
He dug around into the pockets of his battle robe, and produced a small stone model of a tower... This was his portable refuge for when he was travelling, and could be used to summon the great tower for instant use... He would also sometimes use it to imprison someone in an emergency...
Arch swore... The fiends were likely trashing the interior of the dwelling now, in some frantic attempt to escape... They would be safe for now...
Arch dismissed his summoned hellravens, The cawed loudly, and quickly disappeared into a red mist that lingered in the air for several seconds...
The wizard then felt a cool breeze caress his cheek, as he watched the moonlit clouds crawl lazily across the night sky. He could hear the wind rustling the leaves and branches of the nearby aspen trees...

He turned around, his magically enhanced eyes seeing the tattered astral remnants of a teleportation portal... Likely the one Zeke and his henchmen used to arrive....
Arch shook his head and grunted... "Max, you will stay here, and tend to the estate until I return..." He said to the armored war machine... The big golem stowed away his auto cannon with a hiss of his steam driven pistons... "Understood Good Wizard Arch, Have a safe journey..." was his simple reply...
Good old max...

The wizard placed the miniature tower back into the interior pocket of his robe, and entered his house. He quickly put on his favorite pair of leather boots. He went to his desk, and attached 3 wands to a brass ring on his belt...
He stowed the Staff of Ravens into its place on the wall rack, and went to his bedroom... He retrieved his bone carved ring, the only item in his possession when he was found unconscious... A powerfully enchanted item that allowed for significant advanced healing... Yet now it did nothing for him, the brand at his chest causing great pain when he wore it... He attached it to a chain about his neck.

Arch then tightened the straps on his armored battle robe, and then donned his unique artificer gauntlets... A marvelous device of his own creation... They had the appearance of armored heavy gloves that greatly increased his strength, with ornate metal boxes on his upper forearms... The boxes served two purposes... The wizard could use them as shields to block any incoming weapon attacks, as well as housing retractable spring driven blades, each one about the length of a short sword...

They had served him well on countless adventures, and they would serve him now, as he sought answers to this "Curse of 300,000 screams..."

Arch began to layer protective magics upon himself... He did not know what lie beyond the portal... But his curiosity gnawed at him...

The wizard then walked back outside, and saw max begin to paddle his massive artificial garden barge away...
Arch then looked up to the portal remnants, and uttered a few arcane words... perhaps he could catch whatever was on the other side of the portal by surprise...

He heard a soft mewing, and saw Callie on the ground at his feet, rubbing against his legs...
Arch smiled, and knelt, rubbing her fuzzy head... "You take care of Max Callie, I shouldn't be long..." He murmured to the fat fuzzy little feline....
His flight spell took hold, and the Wizard looked up at the portal... He shot up into the air, his black and silver robe billowing around him...

At his utterance, the portal flared to life, and reopened...

A blast of hot air assaulted him... He was standing in what looked to be a ready room, with what appeared to be the beautiful woman from Zeeke's memory seated at a large heavy table, looking over various documents... He back was turned to him... She was very shapely, but that was not his concern. This was a demon, and for whatever reason, she was after him...

He took the stone tower model out from inside of his robe, and telekinetically made it float across the room, to rest on the table where she could see it...

The Wizards heart was pounding in his chest, amped up on adrenaline... He was hoping for something diplomatic... But in case things turned bad...

" Do I have the pleasure of addressing the Dread Mistress Mirajane?" The wizard murmured, his handsome face wearing a serious expression... "Your agents are safe... They fought well, and honorably... One almost naked Wizard and an old golem versus four demonic servants... Very skilled... I was forced to cheat a little... They said you were looking for me..." He continued, his voice dripping with acid... " You were very kind to send me some surprise visitors, and I took it upon myself to see they were able to return home safely...."

His footfalls echoed in the halls as he walked sideways around her at a slow and methodical pace, studying the gorgeous but utterly demonic woman before him..."

"I only seek answers, and not more problems..." He said to her gently... " What is this curse they spoke of, the 300,000 screams?... What crime am I accused of... I only ask for a fair and impartial investigation into these things, and why such a curse has been thrust upon me..."


He felt the magic in his gauntlets tease his senses... They were ready to spring forth their edged menace against anything that would seek to harm him...
The Wizard then waited patiently... "... Why was I chosen for this?" He asked...

Her blue eyes scanned through the endless paperwork that rested in her hands. It was mentally exhausting, reading line by line of words regarding individuals. They all held various reasons; crime, punishment, curses, power, and many more. It was her duty to make sure power was in control, to please the Goddess of Fate, even if it meant going through all of this goddamn paperwork!

Just as she began to flip to another document, the slightest sound of a breeze caught her attention, but she did not even bother to turn around to see who it was. The scent was enough to let her know who came into the room, her nostrils flaring to take in a big whiff of the luscious fumes. It was Arch. Pretending she heard no such then, her eyes danced along the paper. An object flew across her eyes, her vision instantly following the little tower. Raising her brow, she wondered why he decided to place a children's toy on her desk.

Her slender form wore a one-piece outfit, almost resembling a one-piece velvet bathing suit. The frontal area was ripped away, showing her stomach and barely covering her breasts, her busty cleavage taking no shame in flaunting itself. Her velvet stockings came up to her knees with stiletto's fitting nicely on her feet. The demon's snow white wavy hair laid nicely on her back, the smell of raspberries coming off from it.

She listened to his words carefully, a small smile coming from those plump red lips. It was somewhat cute how he asked so many questions regarding his curse and why he was chosen for it. Crossing her legs, she sat back more comfortably in her seat, turning her chair around to take a look at the man who stood before her. He was handsome, and looked to be in great health and shape. Not even a single scratch laid on him. Where was those agents anyways? Were they in that tower that he sat so nicely on her desk? Instead, she nodded at him as he finished his words.

"Hm, if I knew you would of just came here yourself so willingly I wouldn't of sent my agents after you... In fact, would you be so kind as to release them for me? They're not pets, you know." Her eyes glared at him, already aggravated that he had the nerve to store them in such a condition.

Clearing her throat, she decided to was time to stand up, but she did this slowly. She wasn't an idiot, she knew that he had weapons on him, powerful ones at that, especially coming into an unfamiliar world. Placing a hand on her hip, she examined him more, inspecting his chest at where the brand would be, despite no being able to actually see it from the clothing he wore.

"So, Wizard Arch, answers is what you seek, yes? It looks to be that we are both on the same page." She walked around him like a lion taunting his meal, feeling the anxiety course through his veins, wondering what her next moves would be. Her lips never ceased the smile that played on them. She was enjoying this way too much, more than she should actually. "I wish I knew all of the answers to your questions, but this is just as new to me as it is to yourself. I have the slightest idea as to why you would have been chosen to receive such a harsh curse." Stopping in her spot, she placed a long talon-like finger on her chin, pondering around in her head momentarily.

"Since I am respectful, I will ask for permission to see what lies deep in your thoughts and memories, to see what you have done. If I cannot find anything worthy, then I would need a blood sample from you. Regardless of the outcome, you still need your punishment, and that I myself have to fulfill that punishment" Mirajane walked around in the room, her hands now folded behind her back before tucking away a stray white hair behind her ear.

"The punishment says it in the curse's name. 300,000 screams. Therefore that means I have to make you scream 300,000 times, rather you enjoy it or not." Chuckling at her words, she would not reveal whether it be pain or pleasure. Making her way towards the edge of the table, she picked up the tower and examined it, admiring his powerful magic, wondering truly how powerful he is.

"Tell me though, how do you have so much power? I could see a problem in this too eventually..."

Arch's eyes narrowed at her words...

His eyes did not follow her as she walked around him... The many buttons that adorned his enchanted armored robe functioned as magical eyes, allowing him full 360 degree vision around his person...
The wizard could not read her surface thoughts... It was as if her mind was an impenetrable black mass...

She was toying with him, offering him answers, but still intending to torture him horribly regardless of his guilt...
He felt a cold chill run down his spine, as if someone had just poured iced water down it... To be tortured again...

Oh how he hated demons...

Her offer to probe his mind... That only made him think of what had happened fifteen years ago... He had been captured and horribly tortured by a demon already... The demon known as Drhalatoth... He had been restrained over the course of a whole year, while the demon slowly probed his mind, and slowly ripped away his mind piece by piece... And his body was slowly torn apart, while Drhalatoth consumed both... Arch did not dwel on these memories long, the were not pleasant... The anger and rage built up by the ordeal had made his awareness feral and rabid... Once his complete mind was joined with the mind of the demon, Arch's will took hold, and crushed the mind of Lord Drhalatoth forever...

The Wizard reached under his robe, and grasped the Azure rod at his belt, and withdrew it... He winced at its touch... The powerful weapon itself was not evil, but he had gotten it from Lord Drhalatoh's collection after Arch had killed him... It reminded him of that hellish year... This deep blue rod however had served him well during the red war, and demons for whatever reason respected it ... This demon had no honor... She did not care if he was guilty or not... She was sadistic and evil, and wanted nothing more that to torture him again....

He had screamed for that whole year well over 300,000 times... This debt had been paid already... He would not scream for this bitch...

Arch grit his teeth angrily, and slashed through the air before him with his other hand, his fingers trailing the bright red sparks of teleportation magic....
The small red tower likewise showered the gorgeous demones's palm with gentle red sparks...
Zeke and his minions appeared in mid air, high above the floor, tumbling this way and that, yelping in frustration...

Fucking demons... Oh how he hated them... He has killed so many of the bothersome creatures already... But only if they were trying to attack him... So what if he killed a few more...

The white's of Arch's eyes turned to a rich black, seeming to suck the light out of the air around them, and the green irises flared menacingly...
The wizard bared his teeth, and the tendons and vein's in his neck pulsed in fury... Zeke and the three demons suddenly hurtled toward the floor at great speed, as if to smash into the floor violently... Then They suddenly stopped... They were only following their orders... This was all just one big misunderstanding... Zeke and his men were righted, and then gently set upon their feet, and then released...

"Please do no harm to anyone, unless there is no other option, that is all I ask of you..." That was what the Goddess of fate had asked of him... Asked, not told... Goddesses never do that... It was easy since that was what how he conducted business anyway. She had came to him after the conclusion of the Red War, and had thanked him for protecting her human children throughout the Southern kingdoms...

Arch closed his eyes, and with great mental fortitude, beat back the rage that threatened to consume him... "...Alright" He murmured to them softly... "... To answer your question, I have built my power through intense study, with my desire to defend myself and to protect that which I love, and those who cannot defend themselves..."

Arch's eyes bored into the demoness with contempt...
" There doesn't seem to be much incentive to let you probe my mind if you intend to carry out this punishment anyway..." he said Acidly...

His voice, normally rich and pleasant, became a chilling hiss... "I will give you one more chance to consider the possibility that this is all a misunderstanding... I will allow you to probe my memories and my blood under the condition that if no crime worthy of this curse is found, I will be exonerated, and allowed to return to my home in peace."

With great effort, he somehow managed to control himself...
"Considering the situation, surely you agree that this is a reasonable and honorable request..."

The wizards voice became more menacing... "I have been more than patient with you demon..." He growled angrily at her, brandishing the Sapphire rod, its eldritch power enveloping him... "You have invaded my home, insulted me with your jests, and now tell me that I am automatically to be punished regardless of guilt... "

His eyes turned black again, and he canted his head to the side, with a mischievous grin on his handsome face... "I could have easily slaughtered the fools you sent after me, as well as having left you a pile of ashes in that chair as soon as I arrived... and yet I did not..."

Arch then closed his eyes, and turned his head slightly, clenching his jaw, once again fighting back his rage...

He then opened his eyes, and they returned to normal. His face was gentle, even kind... a hint of tears to his eyes...
"...I only ask for the same courtesy that I just gave you..." He murmured softly, a hint of begging in his voice, but still calm and controlled... "...Please, do not force me to kill you."

Studying him, she knew well that he was more than pissed at the situation. Being angry wasn't going to change his outcome regardless if he liked it or not, and it seemed he definitely did not like it. His jaw was locked, tightening with frustration and anger, his muscles tensed - he didn't want nothing to do with her, but she couldn't say the same to herself for him...

Her eyes grew wide, the tower in her palm was sparking, yet didn't burn her hand despite the bright red hue the sparks were giving off. Her agents hovered above her, and she cocked an eyebrow, shaking her head at their failed attempt at retrieving him themselves. They still obeyed her, and she couldn't stay made at them. Regardless of being a demon, she was not the cruelest, but she could get cruel if need be.


Her eyes drifted over to the rod on his belt that he soon grasped into his palm. She knew what that was, ah yes, the Azure rod. Any demon would know well that the rod belonged to the Goddess of Fate until she had it awfully stolen from a trusted demon, Drhalatoth. She knew this demon well and fought by his side for many years, until something clicked into him to decide that they were not good enough for him. Instead, he took it upon himself and figured it would be best for him to wander off and serve for the dark Prince of Lies. One of her job requests was to find Drhalatoth herself and to settle things with him, but his scent faded away, more than likely the Prince did this himself. It was shameful to the demons that he would even betray them like that.

How did Arch have it? If MJ decided to look into his mind, he would sense it and know. The drawbacks to her mind was that no one could read her own thoughts, but if she tried to read other's, they knew. She could still get the information she wanted, but there was no way to be stealthy about it.

Shaking her head slightly, she came to her senses and payed attention to what was going on now. She will get her way sooner or later on the questions that began to gnaw at her.


She didn't stop Arch from his thoughts, watching carefully of what he might do next. Always, she stayed prepared in case worse came to it, but she always gave the benefit of the doubt in certain situations. This was an exception.

At first it caught her off guard as her agents came tumbling down to the ground at such a speed, making her bat-like wings extend out, a natural reflex of hers if she sensed danger. Unexpectedly, Arch stopped the speed, and set them down easily on their feet. Mirajane almost felt foolish for reacting so quickly, but instead she did not say a word and tucked her wings back delicately. She wondered what made him choose to stop his violent actions, but she kind enough to not probe into his thoughts.

"You definitely do have quite the magic touch. You've done good with your studies..." She giggled. Zeke was furious, and if it were possible steam would be coming from his ears. His mouth opened, about to say something, but immediately Mirajane put a hand up in protest. She glared at him, not even having to speak a word. Instantly he stood up straight and stormed away, the others closely following behind. Zeke had a bad temper, but made sure to shut the hell up if MJ was around, even if he wanted to chew the dumb ass wizard out.

Now it was just the two of them in the room alone. He struggled terribly at his anger, leaving her to watch as he battles with himself. This was amusing, but she still found no sympathy for him, at least not until she knew if he was bluffing or not.

Mirajane was getting angry now. He talked as if he had the power in his hands, as if he was in control. Did he even know who he was back talking to? "You shouldn't be talking like that, fool." She growled, her eyes instantly glazing over in a dull bloody red. "This is my territory. You have committed a crime in the eyes of Fate, and you will be punished so." She walked towards him, her claws clenched at each of her sides, her knuckles turning white from the force she had.

"Firstly, if you wanted my agents dead, you would of done it, not bragging about how you WOULD of. I call bullshit." Her face was just inches away from his, her eyes piercing and threatening. Her anger began to consume her, but she managed to stay calm. A skill she worked on for many years. Instead, a small crack on the right side of her face could be seen. This only happened when she grew furious. "Secondly, I do not have the power to take the curse off of you. I cannot. I cannot reconsider it. There is no way possible. Suck it up and deal with the consequences you got yourself into." Her voice began to grow deeper, yet still held the feminine quality.

His eyes glistened for a moment. Was that a... tear? Oh, this only made MJ smile with delight. She was getting to him, unless again it was all a big joke. She hated liars and those who led things on. They deserved to be punished by her hands. Luckily for her, this was her toy to play with for a long time.

"I dare you to kill me, I'd like to see you try." Her claws gripped at his shoulders, her eyes not even thinking about taking their stare off from his own eyes. Quickly, she pinned him against the wall, not hurting him but instead in a warning. "You will regret it. I can guarantee that for you. Now, be a good boy and allow me to look inside of your mind."

Arch marveled at how quick she was... She was powerful, beautiful, and smelled quite good... Almost intoxicating... But she was a demon... And she wanted to make him scream...

For some sick, freakish reason he couldn't explain, he was tempted to just allow her into his mind... Arch was weary of the constant fighting, never having a moments rest from his nightmares...
She did keep asking, and did not force her way in... The way she gripped his shoulders tightly, the way she pressed her gorgeous body into his against the wall...
Fate could be so cruel... Arch had thought he had served the Goddess of fate well... And this was his reward? But to have them accuse him of a crime, and then sentence him to a horrible torture... He just couldn't understand it...

Arch could fight her, maybe even kill her... But would that solve anything? The fates are immortal, and their memory long... They would just send someone else, someone stronger... It would never end, and likely just make the sentence worse... Fate would have its way...
Arch could just pay the debt... There was no torture more horrible than what he had already endured... So long as he at least knew why he had been marked...

The wizard pursed his lips. Surely fate had a good reason for this... No matter what she did to him 300,000 screams was nothing compared to what Drhalatoth had already done to him.... He could always heal...

Arch pursed his lips, and lowered the Azure scepter,

"Fine..." He muttered, weary... "In exchange for my answers, you will have...." He choked for a moment... But there was no way out. Sometimes it was just better to pay what you owe...
"... You will have your 300,000 screams. Let it never be said that Arch does not pay his debts..." His voice faltered...
He felt betrayed, his faith wavering... Why would she do this to him? What could he have possibly done that was so horrible?
Arch just shook his head, and swore... If he survived this, he was done with the betrayer goddess forever...

He took the Demons clawed fingers, and touched them to his temples... He then placed his hands on her head in the same manner... His eyes locked with hers... He could feel the pleasant heat from her face on his palms...
Oh how Arch hated to surrender like this... But if fate demanded a debt be paid, then he would pay it...
Arch relaxed his mind, and reached out with his thoughts... Utterly terrified... The last time he locked minds with a demon it was as if liquid fire was pored into his thoughts and allowed to linger for what seemed like an eternity... A full year of terribly constant agony...

"Damn you fates..." he whispered, "I don't understand, I have given you everything, I have done nothing to you, but yet you demand more... Take your cursed screams and be damned..."
His thoughts found hers, but they were not like Drhal's at all... They were feathery, caressing, and gentle... Likely a trap, but he had to know what was going on...
He opened his mind to her, and allowed her access to everything... Every thought, every shame, every secret... Nothing was hidden to her.... twenty years of memories...

Arch being found in the ruins by the Thunderforge Brothers and working for them...

His discovery of his magic...

His time at the Geurnsfield Academy...

His utterly horribly torture at the hands of Drahlototh...

And the subsequent crushing of the Demons mind through sheer force of will and rage...

Finding the Azure rod in Drhalototh's palace...

The fabled Red war and the terrible things that happened as a result...

Many countless battles with his golem at his side...

Their defense of the Northern pass, while the armies were occupied to the west...

The eventual end of the war, with the Marrying of the Princess of the North and the Prince of the South...

Arch himself performed the ceremony...

His 300 acre estate and building the huge floating garden with Max...

The many cats he had adopted and cared for...

The short meeting with the Goddess whom he thought he was in good standing with...

The horribly night when his chest caught fire, with the branding applied...

The moonlit night where he defended himself against her agents...

And his decision to confront Mirajane Directly...

Nothing.... There was nothing there that could possibly constitute such a punishment... No answers... Just more questions... "Damn it...." He swore... Only when he was violated the first time had he felt so vulnerable... He just wanted to go home and live out the rest of his life in peace, alone, and away from everything... And Fate stepped in and denied him this, the only thing he wanted... To be left the fuck alone...

MJ's eyes softened up, the bright blood red that once coated them now fogged away into the crystal blue that they used to be. Was he really already giving in? Arch was a man full of surprises, and still she wondered if he was playing a trick against her. She couldn't believe this...

"You're really going to not put up a fight after your big talk you just did?" Her grip tightened around his shoulders for just a moment, but softened up, realizing that he indeed was giving into her. No one had ever done that with her before. She found this situation all new to her, but that wouldn't stop her nonetheless. Instead, she cleared her throat and leaned back, her hands drifting to his temples, lightly and delicately.

"I am glad that you have realized that this will be the better option for you. I will not hurt you, just trying to get the clearest image I can by making direct contact with your temples." Sighing softly, she slowly closed her eyes and allowed her body to relax. She felt her mind travel into his thoughts, an already opened gateway for her. Indeed, this was the real deal he was giving her.

The first image that popped into her head was a man who looked to be in bad shape, nude, and alone in the ruins of an old forgotten temple, under a stone Archway. Thankfully, two brothers had helped him, and after questioning the man to see what had happened, he had no knowledge... Strange. Right away this was a gateway ticket to getting a sample of his blood to know exactly who he was. Luckily for him the brother's had helped him and offered him work to get back up.

The image faded out, and now showed her how he had found to have an unusually powerful grasp of the arcane. Due to him being found under an Archway and his strong powers, the townspeople decided to call him 'The Arch Mage.' Now MJ understood where his name originated at, and fitted perfectly with him. So far, nothing bad had happened to cause such a curse upon him.


Now she watched as he was taken an interest by the magic Academy, where he was offered a position of teaching Evocation. He gladly accepted. He sounds to be a pretty decent man that is well respected for his powers. Looking in more deeply, she noted that he took on mercenary's for some extra cash, but that wasn't worth worrying over.

Without warning, the image switched to a black fog, the laughs of pleasure echoing through his mind, giving MJ chills herself. She knew that laugh... it was Drhalatoth! He tried to break Arch by probing into his mind for an entire year, which felt like forever as the memories carried on inside of her mind. She could tell that he did not dwell on the memories, trying to tuck them away, but even though he tried to leave them behind, they were still just as fresh as if they happened yesterday. When all seemed to be going in the demons favor, joining their minds together, Arch began to take control and crush his mind forever. That is when he picked up the Azure rod as a trophy for his hard battle between Drhalatoth. She almost felt sorry for Arch, but there was still more to investigate.


Another switch of his thoughts, this one a bit more touching and brighter. He had found the poor artifact, and decided to take him in and rebuild him. Forging and replacing his parts with tender love and care, Arch knowing what to do as he was very skilled. Max was his name, and he was very powerful. His technology was advanced, and was likely a mere tens of thousands of years old. Max stood by Arch's side. Swearing to protect him in exchange for all of Arch's hard work for bringing him back into action again.

Things seemed to be looking up for Arch, until it switched to another awful battle. The Red War with the North. MJ remembered watching it, seeing the awful things that had happened. Good thing Max was there to tag along and to help, easily managing to beat back 500 soldiers that came for a surprise assault. Indeed, the battle was bloody, but it needed to be done.

His thoughts shifted again, this time performing a ceremony of marrying the Princess of the North and the Prince of the South, bringing the two kingdoms together. Still no sign of a crime.

The thoughts continued to switch, seeming to be never ending. This time he was given a massive estate that was part of the generous reward package he was offered for his efforts. It was big, and looked to be a little too much for only one person and a golem. The central 140 acre "Island" that his cottage was built on was astonishing. She could tell he took pride at his new home. She watched as Max floated away on his garden that he was given permission to build. He looked just as happy, finally taking it easy for all their hardships.

The Goddess of Fate clicked in his mind for just a moment, but it was a quick meeting between the two. Callie the cat and many others swirled around in her vision. Their thankful meows and rubs against his calves were enough to bring a smile to the man. He loved his cats, she could easily see that.

Quickly it switched to a painful memory. The Branding process. It all happened in his sleep, the branding so powerful it burned his nightshirt and caused him to jolt up from his slumber. Hastily he tried to find comfort in the river that swirled around his island, and thought it took the fire away, the burn still stayed there. From that point and before, he did nothing to deserve the branding. She could see why he felt so violated by her and her agents attacks.

Just as she was thinking about her misdoings, the image of her agents coming down and attacking Arch and is golem was now showing. Wow... He knew what he was doing. He tricked them and played them, close to ending their lives by the horrid ravens, until Zeke gave in. He didn't want to, but his life was more important than a mission. It was understandable. Zeke had a family, and he wouldn't want to give that up. He then trapped them in the tower that was on her desk, and now the vision faded to where he was now.

She latched away from him quickly, as if her fingertips got burned in the process. With wide eyes, she just stared at him and took a step back. "I don't believe it..." She whispered aloud as she looked at the floor. Why would the Goddess of Fate do something like this to him? He did nothing wrong, and yet she cursed him and that curse needed to be fulfilled. Exhaling, she looked back into his eyes, shaking her head. "I don't see anything wrong with you and why you were chosen to get branded. The Goddess of Fate doesn't mess up. I know she has a reason behind this, but I cannot see it or begin to imagine what it could be."

Walking over to her chair, she sat down. Crossing her legs, she folded her hands on her thighs and tapped her foot. "If you want to figure out who you were before you lost your memory, I can do that for you in exchange for this awful mess you were put into. But like I said before, you still have to bow down to me." Biting her lower lip, she sat still, pondering on a thought that gnawed at her.

"You are an honorable and forthright individual. I can see you making a wonderful asset." She stood up again and walked over to him, placing a finger on his jawline and making his eyes peer into hers. "I can promise you that through this curse that I will give you a love that no woman will ever give you. You will be mine, and no one else's. If anyone ever tries to interfere with this, they will get punishment through my hands."

Arch straightened, and wiped the sweat from his brow... He was weary... He had not slept well since the curse had taken hold... Oh to be able to just sleep...

During the process he had tasted her mind, and her thoughts... Of he great pain from when she used to be human... It was tragic but sometimes reality is just like that...

He was somewhat relieved... This Demoness was quite merciful... He would still scream for her, just not while strapped to a table being cut apart with rusty knives and dull saws like he had anticipated...
Serving Mirajane would not be a problem for this reason alone. He was a soldier...

The Demoness known as Mirajane was a facilitator of sorts... A sort of contractor... The fates would mark people for certain things, and she would send her operatives out to handle these tasks...
This was not unlike the mercenary commission division at the Academy of Geurnsfield. The headmistress would contact him about a series of missions requiring the services of a wizard, and the offered compensation. It was often a good way to fund research or to acquire relics and other knowledge. And sometimes the adventures were even enjoyable... A potential asset she had said... Perhaps he could work off his debt in this way...

Arch considered the Demones Mirajane for a moment... She was very beautiful, stern and authorative, but with the capacity to be kind and just... Arch had forgotten that the term "Demon" did not necessarily mean the being was evil, just an outsider to reality... There was just something about her... Something that MADE him want to get on his knees for her... As if it was a privilege? Somewhere deep down he wanted to please her, and make her smile... She had offered to be merciful, and he was grateful...

The powerful wizard took a knee before Mirajane, looking up into her eyes... "I pledge myself to your service, May I help you achieve your goals and further your ideals..." He murmured... "...Thank you for your mercy, most beneficent..." He arched an eyebrow, unsure how to address her... "...How should I address you?" He murmured...

Arch was confused, this was not him, and yet he was turned on by this. He felt as if he should be ashamed, getting on his knees, and yet it just felt right, like this was something he was just supposed to do...

Then he saw her smile... Surely she appreciated having such a powerful Wizard on his knees, offering himself to her like that... For some reason he just seemed to know she would not betray him, and that he would be valued in many such ways... She had offered him her love and her protection in exchange for his service. This could perhaps be a blessing masquerading as a curse. He was hopeful, but time would tell,This might prove interesting. With the North and South finally at peace he had done little more than teach at the university. It was good, honest work, teaching students in the proper use and application of power, But he did have a taste for the occasional adventure...

A priceless smile seeped onto her lips. He gave in 100%? This was way too easy, why didn't she just come down herself instead of prolonging the situation? She did not know, but now all was going in her favor and she couldn't be more pleased by this. As well as turned on.

"Ah, very nice. I am happy that you are coming to your senses and wanting to serve me. Please, call me Mistress or just simply MJ." Placing a hand on his shoulder, she rubbed it slightly with her thumb before gripping at it, making him stand up on his feet.

She studied him for a minute, looking at his chest and at his stomach. He had to of been very well built and in amazing shape. Her panties began to grow moist, her saliva gland producing way too must for her to bare. "I already have some plans for you. We will stay here in my world for a while, and then I will allow you to go back to your home, but I will come with you." Taking his hand, she intertwined her fingers into his, and began to lead him down the hallway. Her heart began to beat fast in her chest, her libido increasing, wanting to know this Arch character more.

"Don't be frightened, I am going to take you to my room." She had almost a purr to her soft words. Walking along she turned some corners before being brought to a door that read "Mistress Mirajane" on it. Her place of work offered her a comfortable living space with everything one might need. Unlocking her door, the living room came into view. It was large, a white leather couch fixed in the middle with a coffee table in front of it. Near the living room was the kitchen, marble counter tops and lights hanging by each seat near an island. "Make yourself feel at home."

She wanted him bad, and she wanted him now. "Let's see how many times I can make you scream today, shall we?" Smirking at him, she tugged at his hand and began to drag him down to her bedroom, which was down a hallway and off to your right. Her bed was a queen sized, the bed sheets looking as comfortable as sleeping on a cloud high above the blue skies on a sunny day. It was spacious, and there wasn't much in here besides a master closet and a master bathroom. Beside the beds were night stands with lamps, and at the foot of the bed was a fuzzy white rug. MJ liked her place cleaned, making sure that everything was in a correct and neat order.

Taking her hand away from his, she closed her door slowly, turning around to face him once again. "I know we are moving fast, but I can't resist any longer..." She inched closer to him, feeling his feet move backwards until his back hit up against the wall. Her leg pressed in between his own, pinning him up against the wall as her lips were only meters away from his neck, her hot breath trailing against it. "I haven't felt the touch of a man in so long..." She could care less about being blunt about the subject, the only thing that now was on her mind as lust and ensuring she fulfilled his punishment. Her lips finally met with his flesh, kissing it and skidding her teeth along it, biting down softly and nibbling at his skin. She sucked at his skin, pulling away to see her mark on him, signifying that he was hers.

Her hands wandered off onto the hem of his shirt, tugging at it to make it move upwards, exposing his well built chest that she was so eager to feast her eyes on. Smiling at the handsome sight, she knelt down and started to kiss the sternum of his chest, moving her lips down to his abdomen, licking occasionally with her wet muscle. She felt her panties become wet, a wet mark showing by her warm slit.

"I know you want this..." She mumbled, kissing his navel before sticking her tongue into it.

The wizard was taken aback... Mirajane apparently saw no point in wasting time...
Her sexy body was hot against his, and her clawed fingers tugging and scratching at his skin in a delicious way

Arch felt her lips on his neck, her teeth nipping at him... Her fragrance was beyond intoxicating...
This was not a mortal woman... This was a demon... Apparently a heavily aroused one...
He wrapped his arms around her lower back tightly and moaned as she molested his neck, loving her mouth there.
He felt the heat of her mouth working its way down his chest to his abs, and then felt the heat of her breath on his navel as she whispered to him, and then yelped a little as she slid her tongue into his belly button...

"Ohhh..." he moaned to her, his hands caressing her beautiful face and neck, running his fingers through her perfumed hair, releasing its pleasant scent...

Arch knew she was in control, but he would be defiant just this once... He picked her up with his powerful muscles, and tossed her on the bed, pinning her clawed hands above her head...
"I will scream for you tonight mistress, I promise...." He purred to her, and he kissed her neck lovingly, growling into her ears with lust... "... Grant me this one indulgence... I want to hear you scream for me first... Such a pleasurable sound would please me greatly, and would be my greatest reward, knowing I can please you..."

Arch then kissed, licked, and bit his way down from her ear to her neck, where he lingered at its hollow for a very long time, making love to it with his lips...
He kneaded her large, firm breasts with his powerful hands, squeezing and rubbing them as the heaved with her breath...
The Wizard kissed his way down between them, purring to his sexy demon the whole way down...

He likewise found her toned abdomen, and kissed and licked at her navel hungrily, gently pulling at her piercing with his teeth...
Arch spread her toned, quivering thighs apart with his hands, and saw the moist puddled fabric over her vitals....
His green eyes flashed, and he looked deep into hers as he slowly, teasingly, looped his tongue around the moist fabric...
With a quick jerk of his head, he ripped it aside with his teeth...

Mirajane's glorious womanhood was now on full display, and Arch could see just how heavily aroused she was... He labia was reddened, and her clit throbbed beneath a delicious looking vertical clit hood piercing... He juices were flowing out of her and down to her ass like a small waterfall...

He grinned, and inhaled of her succulent, demonic scents... He leaned in close, and breathed hotly onto her exposed flesh... Letting the sensations linger for her...

Arch went in close, and extended his tongue. Using its tip he circled Mirajane's hot, erect clit several times, before finally enveloping it with his hot lips...

He held it in his teeth, and hummed for his demoness, wanting to send hot vibrations straight up her spine, and desperately wanting to make her toes curl...

The Wizard coated his fingers in her juices, and slid two fingers deep inside of her warmth. He curled them back, and gently hit that little rough spot just behind her pubic bone, and pressed gently with his finger tips in a rhythmic manner...

Arch suckled her clit mercilessly, and fucked her with his fingers in a powerful manner, massaging and rubbing her G-Spot lovingly. He marveled at how tight she really was as he caressed her inner folds, and tasted of her demonic nectar... Gods she taste soo good....

He locked eyes with her while suckling and loving her quivering clit with his tongue, watching her reactions carefully, mentally recording everything that his new and utterly decadent lover seemed to enjoy and not enjoy...

Arch was bold, and he wanted her to scream... He juiced were flowing heavily from her to puddle under her sexy ass on the sheets... He decided to drag his free hand down her succulent abdomen, scratching her skin with his fingernails, leaving little pink trails in their wake... He scratched down her tone asscheek, and gently inserted a fingertip into her already generously lubricated asshole, and wiggled it, watching her carefully, seeing if it was something she liked or not...

He found this beautiful creature intoxicating to the highest level, and absolutely no part of her body was un arousing for him...

Gasping at his surprised move, she allowed him to toss her on her bed, her body melting into the covers that engulfed her. Her blue shimmering eyes gazed upon him, biting her lower lip in anticipation, hoping he is feeling adventurous and goes to the place where she wanted to be pleased the most...

Her hands found their way to the top if his head, raking at his luscious blond locks, feeling the softness of it glide through her fingers. Never before had she wanted something so bad, wanting him and everything he had to offer to her. "I will grant you this. You better make me scream good, Arch." Licking her lips, she watched as his lips traveled across her body, exploring this new and mysterious woman who was right before him. Squirming around a little, her skin now coated itself with goosebumps.

The warmth of his palms touched the underneath of her thighs, delicately spreading them apart for him to gander at the treasure he wanted to most. He wasted no time at lapping at the succulent juices on her clothing, making her whimper in delight under her breath, growing hotter as he was so close to her sensitive womanhood. His hot breath lingered on her wet slit, tingling her labia and the skin around it.

His tongue swirled around her clit, making her lean up slightly to grip at his head tighter, panting heavily as her chest continued to rise and fall. As soon as those sweet lips latched onto her sensitive organ, she moaned aloud, throwing her head back and gripping harshly on his hair, yet didn't cause him any pain from the force. Taking her legs she spread them wider, giving him more room to get comfortable to do his job.

"Mph!!!" She groaned inside of her mouth, his digits inserting deep into her awaiting hole, her walls clenching on his fingers to show how tight she would be. "Arch..." whispering, she wrapped her legs around his back, pushing him down a bit more so his mouth would latch on greater to her lady parts. Jumping slightly, one of his fingers began to invade her puckered hole, and without warning he inserted into her. She gasped some more, moaning straight afterwards as his fingers moved in a slow and steady pace to please her. Luckily she was wet enough for his fingers to move in and out so effortlessly.

"I-I'm already about to c-cum..." She stuttered out, almost sounding submissive for a moment. Her nails trailed against his flesh, leaving love-mark trails for her to see. Her heart continued to race deep in her chest, her adrenaline kicking in, anticipating that long awaited orgasm she hasn't had in quite awhile by a man. Leaning up for a greater feeling, her hands gripped violently at her bed sheets, ripping them as her nails dug deep into the fragile fabric, not caring that she ruined one of her best sheets. "Fuck!" She screamed out, her body slightly convulsing as her legs stretched out, her toes curling and eyes rolling into the back of her head.

Laying on her back, she panted, trying to catch her breath that ran faster than she thought. "You're... very skilled... wizard..." She breathed out, sweat beaded at the top of her head and dripped down to her temple to her jawline. "But that doesn't mean it's not over for you!" Gripping at his hair yet again, she pulled him up, making him crawl against her body, only to flop him down on his back.

"I want to hear you scream nice and good for me. I won't take anything else." She warned him as she began to place a leg over him to straddle him, her hands cupping his chest. Leaning in slowly, she kissed his tender lips, tasting her own juices that coated them. Licking his lips to get the remainder of her nectar on him, her wet muscle started to invade his lips, parting them enough so that her tongue could meet with his own. There they wrestled for a moment, teasing him with how skilled her tongue truly was. Kissing his lips one last time, she moved them to cover all of his body, her lipstick marking his skin.

Her lips moves to his right nipple, kissing it before her tongue lapped at it, bobbing it back and fourth and feeling it become erect on her soft tissue. Trailing her tongue down, she licked at his divine abdomen. She could taste him for hours, wanting the taste to linger for a long time in her mouth. As her tongue licked more into his naval, her hands motioned over to his pants unbuckling them hastily and unzipping them, smiling as she heard the zipper approve of her downward motion. Shimmying then downward, she made sure to pull them off from his ankles, his boxers now concealing the bulge. Lifting up her hand with her razor-sharp claws, she easily shredded the clothing that use to be there, his cock springing to life before her sequined blue eyes.

"Remember... only screams!" Chuckling, her hand began to fondle the soft balls of flesh that were his testicles, feeling the sacks move around in her grasp. Her plum lips kissed the head of his member, her bright red lipstick lingering on his skin. "Mine..." Purring, she opened her mouth wide, and latched it on his head, her tongue swirling and twirling around the crown of his prized possession. Gripping tightly at his balls, her eyes gazed up at him, trying to hold back a smile as she waited for his reaction.

Arch could feel the blood thundering in his skull as she physically overpowered him... He had never been so turned on, not like this... Mirajane was arguably one of the most powerful women in existence, and was drop dead gorgeous... She could literally have chosen to be with anyone, and yet for whatever reason she had chose to be with him. On top of this, she had elected to be kind and generous, by making love to his manhood with her sexy, painted lips...

There is something to be said about just how overwhelmingly erotic it is when a dominant, powerful, dangerous, and beautiful woman puts your genitalia in her mouth...
Arch did not question it, the best way to kill a miracle was to ask questions...

He wanted to serve this woman, he wanted to see her smile and be happy... Feeling her grope at his balls with her well manicured clawed hand felt dangerous... He could feel her claws rake at his sensitive skin down there, but he found that he liked it... The danger had some delicious quality he just couldn't describe...

And then, the wizard felt the heat of her mouth and tongue on his cockhead, her hot lips salivating heavily as she smiled around his cock playfully and gazed at him with her breathtaking eyes...

He felt his cum begin to boil inside of his balls, being massaged and groped mercilessly by his mistress... He bit down on his lower lip and groaned... Slamming his head back onto her shredded sheets as he squirmed in her erotic grasp... He couldn't go anywhere, and he definitely did not want to...

Arch moaned loudly... Gripping the sheets with his fingers... He desperately wanted to touch her head, to feel her hair... But he was not given permission to do so, and she might be displeased...

The wizard shifted uncontrollably under her... He had not been with a woman in a long time... Let along a high class demoness of this quality... He had let his pubic hair grow, and decided her would keep himself clean and trim for this lovely woman at all times...

He felt her pierced tongue work on his cock and stimulate him mercilessly, and he felt hot sparks of pure bliss shoot up his spine... His cock twitched uncontrollably in her mouth, and he looked down at Mirajane as she devoured him in the most erotic manner a woman ever could...

With great force of will, The Wizard delayed his orgasm for her, as he knew she enjoyed this... But her skill was great... and he felt his big cock twitch involuntarily against her hot, wet, skilled tongue...

"Ah!" Arch cried out, his body overtaken with the pleasure... "Please Mistress! Allow your faithful new servant to cum in your mouth! Oh Please let me cum! I can feel it! Oh Gods!!!!" He was screaming already... He felt ashamed, and somewhat embarrassed... This was not him, or was it? His mind was enslaved to the pleasure... Oh how he loved his new mistress....

Excellent, she knew that she was getting him all riled up. The way he wiggled underneath her, trying so hard to keep his hands off from her without permission, it just made her hotter to know that she was in charge. Gazing up some more at him as he pleading before her, she couldn't help but laugh, latching off of his throbbing and aching member to respond to him.

"I will allow you to cum when I please, and right now I think it's not fitting well with me." She smirked, winking at him as if taunting him. Her teeth nibbles on the delicate flesh on his hips, his body full of goosebumps from the enticing moment. Mirajane didn't want to give her slave what he wanted, she wanted to get what she wanted even if Arch disagreed. Disagreement was her favorite flavor. Her eyes snapped back onto his twitching member, wasting no time to put her mouth back on the saliva coated rod.

It felt to be its last straw, twitching violently as if telling her it didn't care what she said, but she begged to differ. Quickly, she took her right hand and gripped at his testicles, the soft flesh jiggling in her grip. A dipped-like spot caught the attention of her thumb, pressing on it harshly, denying him his full climax but allowed him to have the feelings of one to course out through his awaiting body. Tightly she kept her hold onto it, his cock twitching still in the back of her throat, until it began to subside, staying hard in her mouth.

She took her mouth away, her tongue laying flat in the middle of his balls, lapping upwards slowly, feeling the veins glide across her smooth muscle. His length was large and took her some time for her tongue to finally reach the crown, licking it now with the very tip of her tongue. "You should feel honored I at least allowed you to get the sensation of a climax. I want your cum to fill into my awaiting cunt." MJ was blunt with her words and didn't beat around the bush - definitely not shy to speak her mind.

Crawling on top of him, her nipples skidded on his chest, laying her own against his, smooshing her breasts between the force. Her small arms wrapped around the back of his neck, drawing him in for a kiss, her tongue wrapping around his own, not caring if he enjoyed the taste of his own dick. She began to ride on his thigh, her juices coated his skin, her clitoris aching for a release yet again. Her lips wandered to his earlobe, nibbling on the dangling skin, suckling it like a nipple, her claws roughly digging into his back. "This is going to feel so good..." Purring into his ear, her hand gripped at the base of his cock, guiding it to her puckered hole. Despite the hole itself not being lubed, she didn't mind, wanting to feel his cock try to break her.

"Give me all you got, push that bad boy into my ass!" She demanded him, her teeth biting at his neck softly, pushing them in deeper as he kept the delay.

Arch cried out in frustration once... He was very much disappointed, and suddenly felt as if he made a mistake in coming here...

Barely perceptible, a soft, familiar, feminine voice in the back of his head seemed to whisper.
Just give the Fates a chance...
You are curious to the reasons of your curse, and Mirajane is a sensual gateway to the answers you seek...
Its not like she is ripping your flesh away with pliers, whips, or some other hellish implement...
Most men would gladly swap their souls for but one hour with this powerful, gorgeous woman...
You are getting to keep yours... Are a paltry 300,000 screams for her really too high of a price to pay?
She is easily capable of being worse than any possible nightmare, and you have already suffered greatly...
Yet this demoness is showing you mercy with her interpretation of your curse...
Reward that mercy with faithful service...
Keep her happy, and she will likely fulfill every dirty little fantasy you could possibly imagine, and more, and a few things that might scare you...
Be faithful and attentive to her, and see what happens before you make any judgments...
Don't fight it Wizard, you have never been this excited before...
you know you want to see what happens next, admit it...


Arch grunted... Yes, it could be a lot worse...

He kissed Mirajane back hungrily, his desire to kiss her overcoming any feelings of ickyness that her mouth had just swallowed his member... She was in the mood to tease and be cruel with a delicious quality... He could work with that...
Arch just had a feeling that if he pleased her, and satisfied her wants and needs, that she would give back twice what he gave her.

Arch did not enjoy the teasing in itself so to speak, he enjoyed that Mirajane was enjoying doing it...

He marveled at the way she marked him with her sexy lipstick, and the way her sexy, gloved hands caressed him despite having razor sharp claws...
The wizard gasped at the way her sexy stiletto booted legs wrapped around him tightly, teasingly, and the way the shredded remains her bodysuit clung to her gorgeous, toned body, while leaving her magnificent breasts and impossibly wet vessel on full display...

The master Evoker silently accepted her decree, and through sheer force of will, he would allow her to use him for her pleasure first...
Arch actually enjoyed her caresses, and attempted to embrace her as she pressed him into her bed... "Mistress, please allow your servant to touch you, to embrace you..." He murmured to her... His blood running very hot...

He had never felt this way before, so aroused about allowing a woman to be in control... She had probably had many men at her beck and call, but he would prove himself to be the most worthy of her affections, no matter what...
Arch listened to her instructions, and bit his lower lip... She wanted him to penetrate her anally, with no lube... She must have had a slight masochistic streak... He momentarily wondered just exactly what it was he had thrust upon him...

The wizard then felt the sexy fiend's teeth sink down into his neck as she ordered him to fuck her devilishly sexy ass... Mirajane's sensual painted lips were soft on his neck while her teeth were savage, biting just hard enough to skirt that perfect threshold where pleasure and pain collide to form a succulent mix... That was going to leave a mark...

"Yes Mistress Mirajane.." He murmured to her...

Arch slid his hips foreword, desperately wanting to grab her hips tightly as she impaled her impossibly tight ass onto his massive, sensitive, throbbing cock...
Inch by agonizingly delicious inch it disappeared into her nether regions, and her soft interior rhythmically squeezed him like a vise...
She was very tight but very soft... His cock well coated in her glistening saliva... Yet still resisting a little... Gods her ass fell so good as it engulfed him...
However, the wizard was well disciplined, and with a lot of effort and sheer force of will, he did not climax, not just yet... He would gladly earn that privilege...

The Mercenary part of him still saw this whole thing as a contract to be fulfilled, Another employer to be satisfied. Take care of the customer, and prove that you are they very best at what you do. This is how you profit and stay in business...

The Faithful guardian part of him, wanted her happy, Just to hear her melodious voice whisper her approval to him was enough. So long as he performed admirably and she was satisfied he would never be truly disappointed.

Arch felt helpless, like a plaything. He was slightly embarrassed and disappointed to be so objectified, And yet fulfilled at the same time that she was pleasing her.

It was an odd mix, something new that he felt oddly arousing...

"Arch!" She yelped in pleasure, feeling how his member struggled to bury itself deep inside of her tight ass, her hands gripping tightly on his back, the way it pained her turned her on even more... Finally engulfed her, sitting comfortably inside of her. Taking a deep breath, she held Arch close to her, in a loving matter. "Yes, you are granted my permission to rest your hands on me as you please. Just remember the consequences if you decide to harm me." She reminded him as a claw danced on his chest, not harshly but enough to leave her mark on him.

She knew he wanted to burst deep inside of her, and appreciated him for being able to control himself with such a tough situation. Indeed, she could tell already that he would be faithful and give her what she wanted. Something inside of her seemed to... click? She didn't know what was happening to herself. Mirajane never experienced anything like this before. This man right before her was being so willing, yet she knew he was capable of causing great harm... but he decided to not?

What did she do? Was her beauty really the mesmerizing? Was her taunting taken seriously? Before she had slaves, but they all protested and rebelled, wanting their freedom, but Arch wanted nothing more than to see her happy. She never experienced anything like this. Maybe Arch wasn't so bad after all.

But she wouldn't dare tell him of her thoughts. At least not yet. She had to be certain this was the real deal.

"My home is your home for now on. I hope to expect the same from you. Do not feel frightened by me, Arch, please." Her breath lingered against his chest, a scent of peaches carrying along with it. Lifting herself up, she could feel his length try to slip out of her, until she slowly sat back down on it, feeling his body squirm underneath her. Her breasts bounced, lifting herself back up only to sit down on him once more, her hips moving to milk his cock.

Sitting up, she placed her hands against her chest, ripping away the clothing that once fitted nicely on her body. She had a lot more where that came from, which was nothing for her to worry about. Her soft, nude peach colored flesh was now on display for Arch to look at, her cheeks rosy pink. "I want you to fuck me hard, and when you're about to cum, I want you to stick your cock into my awaiting pussy."

Her hands moved on his chest, feeling the hairs on him. She didn't mind his hair, but wanted him to look nice and trimmed up. Back in her mind, she had plans for this later on, but as of right now, this moment was all that mattered. Leaning her face down, her pierced tongue lapped at his sensitive left nipple, the ring flicking against the tip of it, feeling it harden on her tongue. Using her right hand she twisted and turned his right nipple, feeling the hardness move around easily in her fingertips.

MJ let her tongue sink back into her mouth, lifting her head up to have those blue shimmering eyes glance over his green apple irises. She was very lucky, despite her knowing it or not. Fascination took over her mind, wanting to know him more, wanted to know what it was like to be very close to someone. In awe, she placed a finger underneath his chin to lift up his head, her lips plummeting against his, kissing him passionately, her heart racing at the feeling that was beginning to tug against her strings.

... What was this?

The wizard gasped at her words... She was in complete control over him, and yet she offered comforts...
Oh how desperately he wanted to believe her, to trust her, but was it possible it was all just one huge elaborate trick? Did he even really care?

"My new mistress is very kind and considerate, I am very lucky to have you as my jailor Mirajane..." He whispered up to her seductively

He clenched his eyes shut and bit his lower lip as her forbidden hole squeezed and milked his cock in the most arousing way, her tongue caressing his flesh, its piercing warm and erotic against all of his sensitive areas... His hips slid forward and back gently at first, getting used to the sensation of his massive erection buried deep within the velvety recess's of Mirajane's tight demonic ass...

The wizard savored the sensations of the demoness as she wrapped her body tightly around his and whispered every manner of hot fantasy into his ears while she allowed him to sodomize her...

Arch moaned as he felt her sexy toned legs squeeze his hips with each thrust, and her ultra sexy strapped stiletto boots looped around his shins and ankles, keeping his legs pried apart while she moved her hips in a deliciously cruel manner...

He savored the sensations of her gloved and clawed hands as she caressed his body... The element of danger thick and heavy in the air, and all the more erotic... The fact that she could easily destroy him right here and now, and yet she chose to make love to him, fuck him, make him scream in pleasure, and everything in between...

Arch watched as he large, prefect breasts bounced each time his cock disappeared into her puckered hole, and marveled at the way her nipple piercings glinted in the firelight...

Her feminine scents here heavy and thick in the air, making the moment all the more arousing...
The Wizard now had her permission to touch her... Her only rule was that when he came, he did so in her pussy... He felt her womanhood smash into his tight abs with every thrust, and felt her hot, slick juices flow out of her and sizzle off of his stomach...

His cock was still covered in generous amounts of the fiend's saliva, and slid in and out of her tight depths like a dream...
All she asked in return was to be fucked in her ass hard...
He reached down to her plump rear, and dug his fingernails deep into her flesh, wanting to make her curl her toes in her sexy boots...

Arch could not deny it, to be made love to by a devilishly hot woman in only her sexy boots and gloves was very hot...

He slammed his hips deep into her, lifting her up off of the bed with each powerful thrust...
Mirajane's ass strained against his flesh, squeezing it savagely yet caressing it gently all at the same time...

For this one mortal, being in hell sure was heavenly...

The wizard clenched his eyes tightly shut, and he cried out for her willingly, he could feel his cum boiling deep within his testicles, begging to be set free...
But no, such was not what Mirajane wanted. This was his punishment, and he would fulfill it and pay his debt...

He fucked the lovely demoness in her ass like a man possessed, and watched her carefully, measuring her reactions with great sheer force of whill while delaying his come, all for her...

Arch could wait, surely she wouldn't deny him his orgasm all together?

The callused touch of his fingertips glided against her delicate flesh, making her skin respond with goosebumps. Oh, how she loved to be touched and loved. His cock pulsed and throbbed in her ass, and she knew that he was trying to hold back his load that wanted to burst out. Should she continue to taunt him, or give him what he wanted just as he was giving her what she wanted?

Her hips slammed down on his member one last time before lifting up, a light popping sound echoing the room as his manhood slid out to be pressed up against his abdomen. "I won't deny you anymore. Like I said earlier, I will promise you a love no woman ever could give you."

With a swift of a hand she gripped his meat again, teasing the crown of it against the lips between her legs, coating it with her sweet nectar. "Appreciate the way my warmth engulfs you, for you will never feel anything like this from someone else." and with that final word, she slid down onto his saliva and nectar coated rod, her vaginal walls tightening around his girth, seeming to mold the shape deep inside of her.

Instantly Mirajane's eyes rolled into the back of her head, wanting to collapse on his chest and melt on top of him. Her breasts met with his chest, her nipples digging into his soft flesh, their heat and sweat mixing and swirling together.

Funny, how in this hellish world he made it feel like Heaven. Pure bliss that wrapped around her softly. Lucky for her it could be like this all of the time. Arch was wrapped around her claw-like fingers, and she loved it.

"I'm about to cum again..." She spoke with clenched teeth, her hands wrapping around his shoulder as her hips gyrated, feeling him swirl inside of her. "Cum with me, Arch. Let our juices mix together!"

She couldn't hold back anymore. That was one of her weak points. Gasping and panting, the long awaited moan wanting to be released finally left her parted red lips. Clenching on tighter to him, pressing her body until she couldn't press anymore, her juices flowed effortlessly, lubricating his cock that was still submerged inside of her cunt.

It seemed to be never ending. The nectar continued to flow, covering the sheets and her thighs, the scent of her sex arousing in the air, knowing that it would drive Arch off the wall. Any woman would be glad to have a man like him in their presence, but unfortunately for them he wasn't up for keeps.

He was all hers.

No one else would get him.

And if they dared...

They would pay with their blood.

You could say that MJ was the obsessive type, holding what she cared for deeply in a serious manner. Jealousy was her enemy.

"That was sooo good..."

Arch listened to her seductive words, and let them carry him away to a fantasy like state...

Her clawed dangerous hand gripped around his manhood felt wonderful, and the way she slid it up and down her glistening labia... It was so hot he could barely contain himself... He moaned in pleasure and squirmed under her tight grasp... Then she slid down his fully erect pole...

Time seemed to stop as Mirajane's impossibly tight, flooded demonic pussy engulfed his cock... Truly she did not lie to him... Her womanhood was several magnitudes more hot inside, and flowed like a waterfall... It was alive with lust and was all over his dick like a hungry mouth, its folds moving and caressing his member with a lust all of its own...

As Mirajane melted on top of him Arch wrapped his strong arms around her, holding her tightly as he sweaty body slid around on top of him, gripping her hair...

The wizard slammed his hips up into her deeply many times, with such force and fervor he felt as if he would pass out... He was not able to dance on the edge of the cliff any longer...
Arch felt the impossibly sexy demon's body begin to quake, and her wet, flowing walls gripped him tightly like a velvet vise...

She gasped into his ear as her orgasm began to shake her, and he wanted to have one with her, at the same time, more than anything...
His balls rose up and tightened as she slammed herself down onto him roughly, her folds lighting fires in their wake as the slinked over his cock.

White hot jolts of electricity shot up his spine and wracked his mind, as a very powerful climax ripped through him, shaking him to his core... Time seemed to stop... There was no curse, There was no worry about 300,000 screams, There was no concern about her betraying him...

Their minds linked... She was honorable, and would only mete out a just punishment... She was attracted to him strongly, and through her mercy was able to interpret the curse in such a way that it became a blessing...

Nothing else existed... It was just him, and the very lovely Mirajane making passionate love... Then he felt it, like a torrent of hot water rushing through him from behind, a sea of hot boiling pleasure begging to wash over him and never let him come up for air...

Arch felt his cock pulse violently as it exploded deep inside of her, filling her with wave after wave of hot creamy seed... He felt her juices flood over him as she came with him, making his orgasm grip him that much tighter, and he came even harder, again, his hot frothy cum filling her up so much that it shot out around them, mixing with her juices...

After what seemed like a blissful eternity... The seemingly never ending orgasm subsided, and he held Mirajane close, Kissing her forehead sweetly as she whispered to him about how good it was, and reveling about how warm her huge, black leathery wings felt as she wrapped them around him, shutting out the world....

He tried to fight it, but he was falling for this woman... Yes she sought to take away his freedom and claim him for herself and no one else... But was that really so horrible? Was it any different when a woman chose a man and took him for her husband? It was not as if he was to be one of many... Somehow he felt a promise, something along the lines of how he would be more free with her than if he was alone...

Mirajane had offered him comfort and compassion, even her home to be thought of as his... All she wanted in return was his devotion and his love...

Small price to pay for what Mirajane offered in return...

"Good... That word does no justice to what we just shared with one another..." He murmured to her seductively...

Arch held her shaking body tightly to his chest, stroking her silky white hair lovingly... He whispered into her ear...

" Thank you Mistress for your mercy in your interpretation of my curse... Thank you for your loving attention to me... Thank you for your skill and your patience... Thank you for showing me a true love that I could never get anywhere else... I am truly very lucky... You make this curse feel like a blessing... Yes of course my home is now your home as well, and I am honored to have you in my life..."

Her heart rate decreased, her body beginning to relax as it laid on top of his own. She couldn't help but smile lovingly as his hands stroked her hair, snuggling up against his neck and kissing it.

A light tint of red grew on her cheeks, blushing at his kind words and affection towards her. No one ever said anything like that to her before. Did he mean it? It didn't matter. Business was business. But she couldn't help but feel attached to him now, craving him and wanting more of what he had to offer to her.

"No need to thank me, Arch."

Purring softly, her arms wrapped around his chest, holding him tightly. His slow rhythmic breathing was soothing, almost acting like a lullaby. "I can't help but wonder what your place looks likes. After we rest, we shall go there." Kissing his clavicle, she nuzzled him tightly before her eyelids were too heavy to withstand any longer, her mind slipping into an unconscious state.

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Fluttering her eyes open, she still laid on Arch's chest, seeming he did not move a bit either. He did seem pretty tired despite his boisterous actions in bed. It was nice to see him get the rest he needed - an deserved.

Her wings extended outwards, stretching as her hands and feet did the same. Yawning, she arose up to her knees and rubbed her eyes, looking over his sleeping form afterwards. Damn. He looked so adorable as he slept.

Standing firmly on her feet, she left Arch to go into the kitchen, preparing an omelette with the crispiest bacon, fresh fruit and toast with grape jam spread delicately across.

She didn't have to make him food, but she felt the need to want to. Something about him pulled her heart strings, almost making her see things in a new way.

"You're a demon..." Whispering to herself as she poured two glasses of orange juice in a tall glass. "What makes you think love is for you? All you know how to do is cause chaos and hate." Word after word she began to put herself down, until a familiar voice filled in her ears.

"Don't say that about yourself, Mirajane. How foolish."

Instantly MJ stood still, listening intensively to her masters words.

"You two are brought together for a reason. One I shall keep secret... for now. Respect my choices and decisions, and you will see a promising future."

Despite wanting to question her words, she nodded firmly, accepting the fate that she wanted to ensure. That was her position, after all - The Goddess of Fate.

Taking her food and Arch's in her hand, she walked back into the bedroom, setting his food on his nightstand and her own on hers.

"Wake up, Arch..." Her voices carried on into his dreams, her hands stroking his blonde flawless hair, raking it like a rake collecting leaves on a chilly Autumns day.

"Time to eat..."

Arch's mind was still hazy, it that peaceful state between asleep and awake... The velvety soft touch of the "cruel" mistress from the night before stroking his hair with gentle care, and the sumptuous aroma of a hot breakfast played at his nostrils...

He sucked in a breath or morning air, and stretched lazily... The wizard felt relaxed, as if he finally had the best night of rest ever... The mark on His chest still burned, but it was not a hurt kind of burn, just a warming heat upon his flesh... It was almost comforting in a way...

Arch slowly opened his eyes to see Mirajane sitting in the bed with him, with two plates full of deliciously looking eggs and bacon steaming nearby, with sliced fruits as a garnish...

This was quite unexpected. A powerful, dominant woman had allowed him to sleep in, and had taken it upon herself to prepare him a wonderful breakfast. Truly, this woman was very generous, and he suddenly felt that he would never have any problem getting on his knees before her... He almost didn't care if it was an elaborate trick, he desperately wanted to believe that he had found a woman worth his time... He would treat her the same way, if not better than the way she treated him...
How to please her he thought... She worked very hard on this breakfast, I suppose it might please her if she saw me enjoying it... Or should I feed her first and let her enjoy being served... For a Demon she is very sweet and kind... I want her pleased, what to do... What to do... Perhaps she didn't want a man to be her slave all of the time, perhaps she wanted a companion...

"Good morning Mistress..." He murmured to her softly, stretching lazily again... Oh her bed was so comfortable...
Arch felt energized, all of his power restored...

He thought quickly... He waved his hands, and the plates of food and glasses of fresh orange juice both floated to a nearby round heavy stone table...

Using his magic, he swam through the air effortlessly to the table, and sat closely next To Mirajane... He took a generous bite of eggs, and fed it to her slowly. Afterwards he kissed her plump lips, smiling... She wasn't trying to poison him at least... Perhaps this wasn't necessarily too good to be true...

The omelet was hot and delicious, and the bacon spiced and crumbly... The orange juice was cool and refreshing.... Truly, she was wonderful... Curse or not he was very happy for the moment, and he savored it, hoping with all he was that it would last...

"You said you were eager to visit my Estate..." He murmured to her... "...I will gladly take you, and I know the perfect place we can freshen up. There is a small cave cut into the side of a volcanic mountain, where a hot spring flows generously. Using my magic, I had carved it into a type of hot shower, with luminous blue crystals lining the walls..."