Spanning more than 90 years of art from across the globe, this collection of short stories celebrates the fictional character in all its horrors, from the oil monster of FernGully to the demon kings of Blue Exorcist's Gehenna. Beginning with the bla...
A.N. - This takes place long before Magica is imprisoned in Scrooge's dime. Have fun.
There is an underlying plot point in this that I may or may not expand on in the future. To give you an idea, it involves the destruction of a village and Scrooge performing an exorcism.
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A twig snapped in the brambles as two pairs of footsteps thundered within the labyrinthine forest.
The first was panicked and haphazard, scampering through shrubs and thickets as muted whimpering and wheezing escaped the owner.
The second shook the earth with booming thumps and released a guttural howl so piercing the branches of trees seemed to curl and recoil in anguish.
Leaves and flowers, once brilliant shades of blue and green, shrivelled into brown lumps and sank into the frigid turf. Grass stiffened and was stripped of any vitality as the moon began to flee from the sky. The vegetation met a silent death, all specks of light devoured by the wave of shadows cascading down from the heavens and enveloping every sliver of soil in its path. The frozen air carried a suffocating corpulence that sucked the oxygen from the victim's lungs like a parasite and rendered them a quivering, blubbering heap.
Icy barbs tore at their skin and spurred them to writhe as their aching legs collapsed and sent them tumbling into a patch of defunct blossoms. No colour lingered in the decrepit blooms, stems snapping at the slightest pressure. The blood in their veins had begun to solidify and spread a blackness across their fingertips. Limbs growing unresponsive to their pleas for mobility, the chill crawled down their throat and oozed into their innards.
The sensation of rocks settling in their stomach brought a haze to their mind that threatened to deprive them of consciousness.
As their eyes succumbed to a crushing weight, a generous warmth nipped their numb feet. Waves of heat brushed against their shivering form in ripples, and a strangled gasp was ripped from their throat. Surges of relief and euphoria swelled within as they tore their head free from the frosty earth and whipped around to behold their saviour.
Flames blazed across every morsel of grass and wood, dying foliage consumed by its ravenous appetite. The crackling of snapping branches and squeals of incinerated leaves reverberated through your partner's ears in a symphony of devastation as the newfound elation turned to terror. The cloud of orange and red charged towards them with an unearthly roar that promised agony, but their limbs merely twitched and squirmed like a busted toy.
The warmth was scalding and began to burrow into their feet as if it were an insect seeking refuge. An oval cavity emerged from the centre of the fiery wall, and a feminine figure levitated through with a pulsing sceptre in hand.
