[Xnarrated x Lagertha]: Magraa, and the Book of Whispers

[XNarrated]

Once upon a time. . .

There was a great and powerful being called Lucifer, who dared to challenge God as equal, and because of this he instigated a war which created a ripple through out time and space, shattering the world as we know it into hundreds of dimensions; resulting in Lucifer and all his subordinates being banished from heaven. One of these subordinates, General Magraa , faithfully served his Lord Lucifer during the Great War, and as a result, Magraa would be rewarded by Lucifer for his loyalty; for the Dark Lord entrusted Magraa with the magical Book of Whispers. Written in this book are the names, and the desires of every soul on Earth. Not just any desires mind you, but this book contained the deepest, darkest, most taboo desires hidden within the hearts and minds of mankind. With this book in his possession, Magraa was capable of seducing people to commit great evil, an ultimately he could take possession of their soul, adding them to the Dark Lord's Legion of the Damned. It was a power too great to be left uncheck, so The Alliance, a group of powerful angelic-beings, assembled, and waged war gainst Magraa and his underlings, the succubus and incubus, trapping them all in an alternate dimension, separate from Earth; effectively casting a binding spell over Magraa, imprisoning his spirit away in a talisman made of a dark magical stone.

However, The Alliance could not erase all traces of Magraa's influence from the realm of man, and soon Magraa would come to be worshipped as a deity in his own right, and those who followed him championed his cause; blind service to the Dark Lord. Not many know what happened to the original magic text, the Book of Whispers but to this day, the Bible of Magraa is often referred to by the same name, and has been recognized as a rare and mystical ancient artifact which is to be protected, and that's why it is being kept safely in the Secret Section of the famed rare books library to this day. Some say however, that like a whisper that won't ever go away, Magraa's cry can still be heard, by those who seek to find their darkest desires...

Present day...​

It had been so many centuries since the demon had felt the warming embrace of another. The connection triggered a sensation over him. He'd almost forgot what it felt like to be touched by another soul. Slowly he began to regain use over his faculties and senses: scent, touch, sight. The world around him was a dark, bleak, cavern. Magraa levitated cross-legged above the pointy surface of a rock pedestal, taking deep, measured breaths; the prickly frosty air coursing through his nostrils. With each breath he could sense her presence draw nearer to his, like a siren's call, the Whisper crept ever so gently into her consciousness, filling her mind with enticement. Bound between the leather bindings of a time long ago, the book was engraved in an ancient language that acted as both a connnection to his alternative dimension, and a binding element which helps to imprison him. He could feel the sensuous touch of another exploring the cracked peeling hide that was magically linked to the sensations of his body, battles scars from a war waged during eternity past. A finger digging into the crevices, running along the deteriorated hide that peeled and cracked all over the large ancient text; stimulated him in a way he had not experience in eons. Suddenly, the pages of the book were opened, and a gust of wind barreled through the empty chambers of the winding cavern, sending a ghastly echo through out. The wind stirred up a flurry of frosty flakes that were dormant all around him, it was if Magda’s were in the center of a human snow globe, the way each particle of snow danced about him. Her words accompaanied the echo of wind, and brought life to his latent passion. It wasn’t in a tongue he could fully understand, but that matterd not, the magic was still responding to her WILL, someone was reading the ancient text, penetrating the boundaries of the magic that sealed him away.

Magraa focused his power, and was able to send the trespasser a vision, the words on the page began to rearrange and make out a message in an ancient language, but as the girl read these words, stumbling through like a child first learning to speak, the archaic magic locked within, unleashed, and a burst of magic and energy filled her room, sending the whole world outside the book in a frenzy. The power of Magraa caused a wind to stir and the passage between the two worlds to become freely traversed once again, by any outsider seeking their darkest desires. Before he knew it something took hold of him, drawing every ounce of power he had, transporting the girl into his dimension, right before him, within the engraved transmutation circle burned into the soil of his cave; Magraa had done it, he had found his bride, after all these years, the Bride of Whispers, who was prophesied to help him usher in the new regime of Darkness, spreading the Dark Lords influence across the realm of all mankind.

He sighed deeply, unfolding his legs, his bronzed golden skin was almost luminous against the backdrop of darkness that filled the cave. His feet planted firmly on the dank surface of the cavernous floor, his body was so heavy with muscle mass that it made a slight impression cold, barren, clay. Magraa relished the moment, being able to feel again after so many centuries had passed, damp, soil beneath his toes, a breeze whirled around the space. He curled his toenails into the ground and breathed deeply. His two size 30" feet with 5 toes apiece, placed themselves one in front of the other, until the beast stood over her. Aside from his tail, and horns, which adored the crown of his head, Magraa's physique was astonishingly human. Sure he stood almost 9 feet tall, and his tail whipped back and forth slowly as he examined his bride, a fierce auro surronded him; Magraa’s naked figure, in all its glory presented himself before her. As he crouched down to get a good whiff of her scent, Magraa's long flowing mane of twisted locks swept across the floor, steeping the coarse tips of hair in wet snow... He reached out with a hand, brushing aside a few strands of hair from the girls face, his sharp talon like finger tips careful not to scathe her delicate flesh.

"It's time for you to awaken, my Queen"

 

[Lagertha]

Books, on top of Books, on top of Books. There was never anything overly exotic about the library, or the cast of books they had. Each book felt more or less the same; same binder, same white pages, same cookie cutter titles. It was just a library after all, one that had been used by the same people for many many years and would be used by similar people for many many years. Which brought the question..why was she being shown a library she had known her entire life at the academy?

A tour of a library she had known since a child, books all the way up to the ceiling, a grumpy set of librarians glaring at the group of young adults as they ventured inside. Perhaps this was some form of joke the teacher was making, trying to egg the students to read more, but it was not like she was overly buying any of it. In fact, she had probably read majority of the books on one section of the wall in the four years she had spent in here. Still, she had came to the library with her friends, one being the teacher Ms. Flower, whose class she loved to attend about literature.

"There's a section over here you won't believe." Ms. Flower had been so delighted to bring them here, and this was how it had all began. A tour of the same library.

The section she had shown the group was in the far back, behind lock guarded doors. No normal guards stood watch over this end of the library, instead electronic machines stood where human ones might have been. Scan of the wrist, scan of an eye, the doors unlock to another side of the library, one that she had overlooked her entire life.

Low and behold stood the fragile books, tethered frames, names in languages she couldn't understand. Fascinated, the girl found herself skimming the books, before finding a section in the dark part of the library she enjoyed.

These books, were all in languages she should not have been able to read, ones that have never been discovered. Yet, in this section, the letters appeared to her, changing and moving to form words in her language, allowing her to read them freely. It was only the start to everything.

The more books she read, the more things got stranger, but the strangest part of all of it was reading a book, the same book time and time again for a month and..waking up in it?




“Kadria...is she lost in that book again? Kadria!!!!” A boy was by her ear, screaming, waving his hands, but her face was planted firmly between the pages reading it. “Isn’t that one of the books Ms. Flowers showed us in the special section of the library?” The boy was only a year younger than her, fifteen, but he seemed to be fixated on getting Kadria’s attention. He pulled on her pigtails, his dark hands a contrast with her white hair. “Kadria!”

“Sodi! Stop that!” Ms. Flowers spoke up, walking over to the two in the front corner of the room. Kadria always sat in front, Sodi always behind her flinging things at her head. Ms. Flowers had just entered the classroom, and swatted at Sodi’s hands. “That is not how proper gentlemen should act!” Ms. Flowers pushed up her glasses, straightening her dress. Kadria seemed to be in her own world, not paying any attention to the matter.

“He’s just a boy Ms. Flowers! No girl in their right mind would ever go near him!” Reet spoke up, a girl with long black hair that flowed freely. She was known for picking fights, and she had been held back a few years. She knocked Sodi on the head, hard enough to send the boy tumbling back. Reet was seventeen. “Why not pick on a girl your own size Sodi?” Reet was behind Kadria, punching Sodi’s arms as Ms. Flowers grumbled. The books she had in her hands, she flung on the desk next to Kadria forcing Kadria’s eyes off the text.

“That is enough out of the both of you! To your seats! Sodi! Back of the class!” Ms. Flowers face, once freckled and white light snow, light up red like a fire. Her teeth were barred in annoyance, and Kadria only raised a white brow.

“Kadria should still return that book! Isn’t it forbidden?” Sodi hollered as some of the other boys pushed him to the back of the class. Kadria’s pale face twisted, her school uniform crinkling as she watched him. He had dyed his hair white, a scar on his left eye where Reet had also poked it out of the socket, and he had grown almost double the size over the summer.

“Is it true?” Kadria finally spoke up, looking at Ms. Flowers. “Should I return the book?” Kadria had found the book by mistake in that library. It had been in a section no one had seemed to venture for centuries. Yet. The moment she had picked up the book, it was though the words were speaking to her, and the book seemed to be mending itself overtime as she read it.

“No...you are fine.” It felt as though something was wrong about Ms. Flowers saying this, but Kadria only smiled. She had already read half the book, and she was already an A student. Perhaps, had it been anyone else, Ms. Flowers might have told them to return it.


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Kadria often went to bed reading the book. Often, when she had rough times calming her brain, the book would lul her to sleep with her words. It, was an interesting thing. Talking about how a beast had been trapped inside it’s pages, how it had become to become such a thing. The world it describe seemed bleak and boring, yet there was something so interesting about it. The silence of the world. Often, she had trouble silencing her own thoughts. Though she had friends, she still felt quite alone at times.

The book was in her arms, wrapped against her chest. Kadria had since changed into her pajamas, fluffy shorts with unicorns and rainbows, and a loose tank top that covered her firm breasts. Her long hair was down, though braided behind her hair, all makeup removed. Her lips were a pale brown, contrast against her ivory skin. Her brows were furrowed as she slept, curled up in a ball, dreaming about better things.

She stirred, grumbling as she felt the talons against her skin. Often, her cat would claw at her face or arm to wake her, but Kadria had not been home in a very long time. Boarding school, was everything. She had been in that school since the age of seven, and now she was a girl of sixteen. True. Kadria had matured, had developed friendships, and had found partnerships with some of the teachers and staff, but she missed being close to someone or having a pet. Pets were allowed of course, but only with special permission, and Kadria had always been hoping to return home one day, so she might see her cat Muffins once more.

“Muffins…” Kadria smiled as he stood close, imagining her cat purring. His checkerboard face rubbing against hers as he mewed. No. She had not seen Muffins since she was little. No, not one of her family had come to visit. Materiach School of Tolerance. Everyone knew your family did not put you there to just become a working force of society. They put you there because that’s where kids went when the parents wanted nothing to do with them. It was no surprise to her. Afterall her mother and father had stated several times they had never wanted her, that she had been the ruin of their relationship. Still, she clung to the idea of going home. Of being reunited with anyone, her cat, her grandmother. Though, last Kadria had seen her grandmother was too sickly to know her parents were shipping her off. Had the woman been well, she would have fought tooth and nail to keep Kadria. “Muffins...I’ve missed you.” Kadria whispered as she yawned.

In between sleep and awake. Kadria opened her eyes, the lids parting her black eyelashes. Her cheeks were rosey as she smiled, her left hand reaching forward as if to find a small head to scratch. It was then that his words graced her ears. Words that seemed to have spoken like the text in the book of a language she had never seen before. Ms. Flowers had probably thought the girl mad. Reading a book form a language long since dead. The words had formed, twisting, until she could read them like any other normal text. Still, when she had read, it was like a voice was there reading the text to her the more in depth it got.

Her violet hues caught look of the creature and she jerked awake. A head bouncing against a wall, arms tense around the book. Her legs moved closer to her chest, protecting herself as she breathed heavily. No. This must have a been a dream. A very weird dream.

“Who are you?” Kadria’s brows furrowed, twitching. Her lip quivered. No, Muffins had not been the one to be so gentle, so close to her, it had been this man like thing with horns, tail, and golden skin. He was a man much not like Kadria had ever seen before. Not in magazines, or book covers, or in person. Handsome, stunning, exotic, and frightening was the thing that crotched before her. “Where am I?” Kadria finally spoke, only praying silently that she was dreaming. There was no way any of this could possibly make sense if it were real. Could it?

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[XNarrated]

Something was in her grasp, Magraah could almost make out, it appeared to be a book--maybe, it was THE book, he was looking for all these years! It seemed strange though, how could he be both inside this book, and at the same time looking at the very same object that imprisons him? He could feel her body, against his, even though the two were not touching. He figured that the rumors were true then, the bastards who confined him to the pages of this alternate universe, indeed made use of his very own flesh and blood to craft this god damned prison of his. His flesh for the binding, and his blood to ink the words, a story that told of his rise and fall, a story that was meant to serve as warning to those that would want to follow in his path. This was his golden opportunity to finally free himself of this prison, and exact his revenge on the those who sought to bind him forever.

Magraah could not understand the words coming from her mouth, he wasn't sure where the girl could have been from, white hair, violet eyes, pale flesh, she was like some mythical creature herself, but not from any lands or worlds he knew; at least no speak the tongue she used. He assumed she introduced herself, so he would do the same, but he would also figured this was a critical moment, he had to make her trust him, make her feel safe, make her believe he was someone important and powerful; someone she should not question. He had many abilities, like the power he used to transport her essence into this dream world, across different dimensions, he called that one Pull, and he used it to draw things to him, like gravity. His other ability, the power he called Push, allowed him to push thoughts and ideas even images into peoples minds, pushing the limits of the brain's capacity to perceive and receive his energy at different frequencies. He pointed to himself, and then then extended his hand, it began to glow--as if there were a flame flickering in the middle of his palm, and the dark cavernous room around them started to illuminate a bit from the manifestation of his aura. He closed his eyes, harnessing his power Magraah, pushed several images into her mind, taking control of her mind. Images unfolded in her mind, like a silent film, a bit hazy from time gone past; these memories had faded from even his own mind a bit, and took some time to recall, but he was still able to show her, that at one point in time he was a great King, a ruler. She saw the day he was crowned, and the hundreds of thousands that stood below the Royal Balcony to witness. Adorned in a black robe that looked of satin; soft and smooth, embellished with jewels and decorated with a pattern stitched in gold, the same pattern that was outlined on his bronzed flesh. He kept pushing these images over and over and over again, on to her, into her consciousness. Then he showed her how the Guild of Lorem, meaning Light in his language, came and wages war against him, stripping Magraah of his lands, his kingdom, his titles of Lord, and forced him and his people in to prison. He shared his pain, his suffering, his grief. He showed her images of how they beat him, and how 5 Agent of the Guild teamed up to defeat him, a bloody battle, and a bloody end he met that day, wounded heavily and dragged off in chains. The girl was caught up, her mind under his control, the power of Influence was a great ability he honed and crafted over centuries. He opened his eyes to watch her body react to his
energy, to his effect on her, she was squirming and wiggling about like some kind of serpent under the subdued mind control of the snake charmer, slowly and almost sensually, he controlled her; deep breaths, loans moans. Then he noticed the girl began shake, not sway, as if she started to become overwhelmed by his power, she was beginning to experience some seizure like episode. Just before she collapsed to the ground, his long hair like tentacles braced against her to minimize the impact as he release the girl from his spell. The last thing he Pushed on her, as she began to come back to consciousness was his name. If he could just get her to speak his name he, would be able to speak again...Even is she would still not understand his language it was necessary to be able to speak; for with out the ability to speak, he could not cast stronger spells, like the one he would need to get out of this god forsaken place.

The girl was so small and weak in comparison to his mammoth stature, his body was sculpted like a god, immaculate muscles covered what seemed like every inch of his massive frame, not to mention the massive inches dangling between his legs, uninhibited by an cloth or garment, he was on full display to her, it was like a tree truck hanging from his pelvis, thick with veins that ran all around it, his foreskin sheathed the mandingo from sight, so the girl could not make of the head of his penis, but the over all form was impressive, able to put even the most massive of stallion cock she'd probably ever seen in porno to shame...He stood up, bringing her closer to him, still wrapped up on his black mane of thick, smooth, soft, yet firm dread locks, he awaited her to come to, again, hoping she would have been able to understand what he was trying to tell her...My name is Magraah, King of Medona, and I need your help.