Posted on December 2, 2025 at 04:18:18 PM by W I † C H E
† recite your prayers in the dead of night †
She is not in the least bit surprised that the first to greet her was the demon king himself. The palomino mare halts her stride as she watches the dark beast approach. His body riddled with scars, some old and some fresh. She waits with almost bated breath, curious to see how he would welcome her back. She had heard rumours of his cruelty but so far she had been fortunate enough not to witness or suffer it herself. Hie tone was gentle. He even apologised to her. Did hell just freeze over? Witche narrows her dark mocha hued eyes with suspicion. Why was he being so nice to her? He reaches forward with his dark muzzle and she has the urge to bite him and taste his blood again. She wants to hurt him. She wants to make him pay for losing her. But nothing could bring back the time she spent as a prisoner. Oh how she was still angry with him and yet she wanted him. She wants to feel his masculine body against hers just as they had done last year. If this reunion had happened a couple of weeks earlier there was little doubt she would be pregnant again. Ignoring her dark fancies and brushing them to one side she reached up where she took his bottom lip between hers with surprising gentleness. There she mouthed at his tender flesh in a passionate kiss, perhaps he felt the edge of her teeth upon his sensitive skin at points. Once she had satiated her need for touch she released him and answered his question. “It was boring,” she snorted in disdain while stomping one of her hind legs against the sand. “Mind. Numbingly. Boring!” She continued in an over the top exasperated tone. “Other than taking me there I didn’t see Nyimara while I was there. Not one time! I was dumped in the Desert and ignored. I have no idea why she bothered to take me. If it was for that little brat I-” she paused mid verbal torrent. Eyes widened slightly with realization. Shit, she left Magika behind. With a sigh Witche elaborated, “We have a daughter.” The palomino mare didn’t leave much time for the revelation to sink in before she continued. “She’s light brown with dark brown legs, mane and tail. She has a white mark on her forehead and her back legs,” she described their child in a sterilised, almost clinical tone. Before adding pointedly, “I’m not going back there. You’ll have to go fetch her yourself.” W I † C H E mother to magika (x lucifer)  |
Image from Digimon Survive
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- You’re playing my game now. - By LUCIFER December 4, 2025 at 04:57:56 AM
- bury their bones in hallowed ground - By W I † C H E December 14, 2025 at 10:21:02 PM
- You’re playing my game now. - By LUCIFER December 15, 2025 at 02:02:18 AM
- bury their bones in hallowed ground - By W I † C H E December 14, 2025 at 10:21:02 PM
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