who would prepare for peace take up the sword

Ghost- Lollapalooza 2016

Chapter 8 brings us a slight perspective shift as we visit Cam and Terzo.

Aether/Copia/OC with kink dynamics, switchy Copia, manipulative soft dom Aether, a very bitey ghoul, a possible conspiracy within the Ministry, and learning to find purpose for yourself.

“I love you,” Cam said, running their hand over his graying hair. “And I’ll be okay, Terzo. You aren’t this worried about Omega.” “That,” Terzo said, “is because Omega is big and scary and, uh, quintessent.” “Yes,” Cam said gently. “And that’s why I know I’ll be okay.” She stroked his hair again. “It’s just for a week, Terzo. I’ll see if I can find anything out, but I’ll be back whether I do or not.”

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unfortunately, because she is also a ~100yr old green sea turtle, i legally cannot touch her. she’s a protected species, and a fairly prominent individual at that, and im not one of the aquarists who dives into that tank NOR am i a vet, so i’m not among the handful of people who are ALLOWED to give her scratchies. she knows all of the divers personally, and knows that i am not one of them. she doesn’t care. she wants attention and because she’s the specialest princess in the entire universe she will do anything in her power to get it.

she also throws a big ol tantrum when i end up not petting her. she’ll stick up her head to snort water at me, slap at the platform and ladder with her fins, and then swim under the dive platform and bump her shell against the bottom — she’s a 500lb turtle, which is a lot of weight for her to be throwing around. i usually have to move pretty quick to get off the platform and onto solid ground cuz there have been times where i’ve genuinely felt like i was about to lose my balance and REALLY didn’t want to end up falling into the tank.

Brain was like, "I'm not going to help you finish your fics, but I will give you another Magician Perpetua Idea..."

Somehow Perptua's beloved Haze Ghoul is killed or trapped and he needs to save her from death. Of course this is an Orpheus sort of thing. He pleads to his patron. He would walk into Hell but ghouls aren't humans.

"It is humans who enter Hell after death," she says. "Ghouls and their demonic kind ascend to the lost moon of Neith."

"So…outer space. I need to travel to outer space." Perpetua shrugs. "The farthest we've gone is the moon but I guess I could try."

The demon utters a deep choking sound, her shoulders buck as the paired eyes close. She's laughing. Or so the magician suspects. "There is a better way. But it may be a one way trip. I am not a Lord of Neith and I have never entered their domain. You do such a thing not as my emissary, but at your own peril." The mirth dies down and she leans on her throne. "This ghoul is worth all of that?"

Perpetua feels the pain rise into his chest, the tears press but he steels his jaws into a heroic solemnity. "I love her. I said I would walk into Hell for her. And if not Hell, its equivalent. Please, my lady."

The second pair of hands emerges, the hands twirling in thought. "What good are you to me as my servant, if your body rots on some distant black moon?"

"You care for me. And because you haven't killed me yet I can be that bold about it. You care for me and you want happiness for me."

"Arrogant creature," the demon murmurs. Her tongue glides across the wide expanse of her plush lips.

"I have brought Haze into my world and I have cared for her," he continues. "I've cherished her as her creator and her lover. If she was in pain I would do anything for her. You cared for me in those same ways. I cannot believe you would not tend to my happiness the way I tend to my Haze." Her head tilts and he has her. Perpetua flashes one of his vile grins. "A goddess of Victory doubts the success of her progeny? I find that hard to imagine."

Inana-Olympias' mouth opens wide, stretches as all her serrated teeth reveal themselves in the light. A deep huff of laughter echoes through the soles of Perpetua's shoes. "And this is why I've chosen you, Perpetua. Very well. But you will not like the trial before you."

"I'm not supposed to like it. I'm supposed to accept it."

She leans forward in her throne. Her face is huge, eyes wide and wet. The green third eye continues to dart desperately in its socket. Perpetua somehow feels much smaller in this moment, a minnow staring into the face of a leering shark. He is smaller, or is she perhaps larger? Space and scale in this place are matters of dramatic effect. Her breath is a hot wind. "To travel across the realms I would have to devour you."

HOW WE FEELIN ABOUT VORE, PEOPLE

Honor the first one 🖤❤️