—Behind you.
She said her tone a whisper cracked with exhaustion
Zatanna watch as the devils blue eyes disappeared and then reappear right in front of her, hungry and desperate, time slow and she could see her savior, the same man who saved her from her fall, now a predator, his blue eyes were changing slightly, now a deep tint of red invaded the inside of his iris, a symbol of hunger and status,
other than the color of his eyes now she could tell something that she only could suspect before, the veins around his eyes were becoming of a blackish color, he was poisoned, she reexamined her choice once more, but whatever the demon was invoking was certainly not good, while help would inevitably arrive they could not permit the swarm to touch civilians, moreover she could bet her own ass that similar things were going on all over the united states,
she closed her eyes and sighed, whatever happened could be reversed later, plus she had a card up her sleeve if things turned south, and they need a combatant, she could tell that this "Prince" was a powerful devil, that is what they needed,
although the prospect of becoming a vampire (even if temporarily) did not thrill her, there was something in her head telling her to do it, it was a melodic and beautiful feminine voice, just now she was beginning to hear it
do it
obey your desire
her desire, what was it?
the people, they needed a savior,
they needed him, she needed him
a firm hand on her shoulder shook her lightly and took her out of the voice's controls, those eyes again, now she watched the fiend in another way, broad shoulders, handsome and tall, she felt a strange connection between the two of them almost as if—
"Ehi" growled the prince, his voice two distinct sounds, almost automatically bobbed her head to the side exposing her neck at him, "you're an incubi, right?, you're the devils of desire, the creator's of vampires, take what you need to fight,",
"are you conscious of the consequences?" her savior asked,
Zatanna's throat was dry. Not from fear—no, she had seen worse, fought worse—but from the pressure of choice. Her body screamed no, her instincts clawed at her spine, yet that other voice—the sweet, melodic one—stroked the edges of her mind like velvet.
Do it. Obey. Give in.
Her breath hitched as she met his gaze again. Blue, red, blackened veins threading beneath his skin. He was poison and predator both, yet something in her gut whispered ally. He had caught her when the abyss tried to claim her. He was still fighting it now, even as hunger devoured him from the inside out.
The swarm surged in the background—demons pressing against barricades, Nightwing and Diana carving lines through the horde. Gotham groaned like a dying beast, every streetlight flickering in time with Glavor's chant. The air thickened with sulfur and iron.
They had no time.
Zatanna's lips parted, words dry on her tongue. "If I do this… you fight."
The Prince of Malbolge leaned closer, his breath hot with fire and hunger. His voice came broken, two tones overlapping—one human, one infernal. "I'll fight. I'll burn. I'll tear them apart." His hand trembled against her shoulder, claws barely restrained. "But I need you. Now."
Her body betrayed her before her mind caught up—chin tilting a bit more, neck completely exposed, pulse hammering. "Then take it."
For a heartbeat, nothing. Only the hiss of Glavor's summoning, only Diana's war cry echoing down the street.
Then he moved.
His fangs pierced skin with surgical precision—no fumbling, no hesitation. Heat exploded across her veins, her magic flaring in involuntary arcs of light. She gasped, half in pain, half in something she couldn't name. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging through scorched leather.
then— she felt it, her canines were elongating, her vision was becoming sharper, her mind clearer, power surged through her, the voice now but memory, she felt invincible
Bite, feed,
a telepathic pulse from him, it did not feel like a persons, rather a beast, a famished beast in the middle of a banquet,
Thrall if not, not worry about the venom, you immune
this time the pulse but a whisper, a lot more humanoid, the girl took his advice to heart and bit
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—Behind you.
A whisper. Soft, feminine, cracked with exhaustion. Zatanna.
Valor's gaze fixed on the human girl and with astounding force he kicked the ground only to land in front of her
his eyes fixed on hers, like a predator's on a prey, his instincts flaring and him trying to keep himself collected, instincts of bloodsucking beast, one that did not eat for a very long time, he sees her as she spaces out for some moments, probably reevaluating what was going to happen, then she closed her eyes and sighed, focusing on him once again moments later, then her pupils started expending and a voice, the voice of a part of himself that he tried so long to repress spoke out
take her
she is ours,
conquer, blood
make her your thrall
after all of these years
we deserve a toy, we deserve to take what it's rightfully ours
he could feel it, it was slowly taking over, he contemplated just letting his body die, his soul would return to his estate and sure he'll be weakened for 10-ish years but at the least free from this situation, but an image came to mind, a scared young woman, cradling a baby, asking for his help
do you really want to abandon her
do you want her to die
she is ours, our toy, our bride, our thrall
just like this one
no one touches what is ours
and no one destroys what is ours
he could feel it, this voice, was affecting her too, or rather, his voice, an instinct born from his thirst, repressed for decades, a desire to feed almost overwhelmed his sanity
"Hey" he said, more a growl than a sentence, two sounds coming from the same body, putting his non injured hand one her shoulder and shook her lightly, as she returned to to her senses,
"you're an incubi, right?, you're the devils of desire, the creator's of vampires, take what you need to fight," the girl said, turning her head so as to expose her neck to him
"are you conscious of the consequences?" he asked trying to grab on the edges of his sanity, his breathing had become quickened , his pupils dilated—
"If I do this… you fight." said she interrupting the stream of thought, to this he responded in growl, "I'll fight. I'll burn. I'll tear them apart." His hand trembled against her shoulder, claws barely restrained. "But I need you."
he did not catch what she said after that, but he remembered that she titled her neck further, completely exposing her neck, and so he bit and lost his last shred of thought
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[A/N hey guys the continuation arrives tomorrow!!
just a couple of corrections from yesterday: Glasya is the daughter of lucifer not the mother and i ask you to disregard what was said in the notes/impact section on sally jackson
that is not the dynamic i'm envisioning, also this novel is not ai generated just ai assisted for keeping tracks of story plotlines etc..
what you see is written and idealized by me,
thx have a good day!!! Or night
Bye!!]