Evil thought, but in the demon angel au, Sann and Albus require human meat to not 1, starve 2. Go crazy in hunger. So what if they found an immortal human?

Sann’s healing powers aren’t as great as they once were, he would pass out healing a broken bone, but if they found an immortal human that regenerates?

I would love to see them struggle deciding what to do. Like in scenario A, the immortal human is cursed, they can’t help it nor control it. So they’re obviously surprised to find the human they just hunted down up and running again. So after the second time, they keep them close to observe and verify they’re in fact, immortal. The human thinks is a curse they gave them, when it’s definitely another demon they pissed. So what if they choose to not torture the poor thing further, exactly like when they were with the butcher, who harvested their horns and feathers?

Or scenario B. Where the human is insane, so they think they’re keeping the demons satisfied in exchange of immortality with their “offerings”. They think they gave them kind of a blessing. After a few months they get used to pain, and they have two demons as allies that defend their town because that’s where their food is! Win win! What’s chopping up a few limbs every once in a while against that?

Or scenario C. Human is terrified of the demon that hold them captive and torture them by regenerating them and then chopping them off. They’re terrified in their little hole in the ground the white demon keeps them on. But they almost die, or maybe they did, of a heart attack when they see another one. The other one has wings and big horns. But somehow, they’re not pleased to find the demon kept food to itself and start fighting when the winged demon tries to take them out of the hole. When they succeed, the white demon snatches them away and proceed to chop one of their fingers, tugging on their hand for the other demon to watch how the flesh and bone regrow.

The human’s knees give out when the winged demon makes a weird expression. The human panics, thinking it will see them as food too. It will definitely try to snatch them for itself. They kinda pass out in their fear, but it’s not like being conscious would have made them understand the seething anger the winged demon has when it attacks the white one. They wouldn’t understand how they scream at each other about how wrong what Albus did is. How he acted like the humans to keep them fed and how sick Sann was that he had not questioned the source of his food, suddenly too frequent to be normal.

I wanna imagine a Sann who is so, so pissed off at Albus, he pushes him into the hole and keeps him trapped there. Waiting for the human to wake up so Albus can erase their memories and get them back to a human village that’s safe, while making sure Albus understands Sann is not taking him out or healing his broken leg and ribs until he concedes to his terms.

Mareland part 8

Had an idea, the idea evolved into this, it was longer than it should. Please enjoy.

CW// Sadistic whumper, possesive whumper, pet whump, stockholm syndrome, nonhuman whumpee, multiple whumpees, magic whump, skinning, psychological whump, bonding with whumper, forced non-sexual intimacy, implied noncon, immortal whumpee. Tell me to add if I missed anything!

Salarien knows the theater´s inside and out like the palm of his hand. There´s rooms for softer stories, where the people inside calm the clients who seek comfort. There were others waiting in a corner, designed to be kept and abused by the clients...or saved. But he could count with one hand the times the characters behind those doors have had a client that wanted to experience helping them. 

Every door inside the theater leads to a different story. His master sells not only stories, but experiences so vivid, customers have to be reminded they´re not real once they're out. His master's magic can't create living things like the humans they appear to be. At the very least, they were golems like him.

Salarien stopped on his tracks and slapped himself hard enough to make his world spin and his cheek go red. 

“Don´t ask about the habitants” he whispered to himself before continuing walking towards his Master´s office. It had been one of the first orders he had received when the theater opened. 

Never go inside the rooms unless a client is in danger.

Be sure to lock every door before closing time.

Never talk to any of the habitants. 

“Because they're not like you” he whispered to himself once again before pressing the button that would make the ones behind the doors wail. He only opened his eyes once they stopped screaming, but he was blinded by the spots on his vision for a few seconds. 

He wasn´t allowed to ask, but... Salarien looked towards the corridor. He knew his Master´s creations and he knew the beings of light he brought to life couldn´t feel pain. So why...Why would they scream?

Salarien´s chest aches where his heart should be, but drowned it before stepping towards his master´s room.

Masterlist: Mareland

Summary

A white haired boy bows to welcome you to the magical theater where you can live experiences as if you were the character itself. When it´s time to close you´re guided outside by the same boy, so he can go back to his owner and real Master. An immortal magician the boy has no words to name his adoration for, but the man who shares his face trapped behind a wall he´s forbidden from getting close to, has lived long enough to recite how large his hatred for them is.

CW// Body horror, chemical burns, magical whump, nonhuman whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, slavery, pet whump, stockholm syndrome, broken whumpee, immortal whumpee, skinning and psychological abuse.

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Mareland 6

A bit more about this self indulgent story. This time for whumptober, but without following lists or anything. Just going buck wild with a thought. Hope you like it!

CW// sadistic whumper, threat of branding, slavery, pet whump, human trafficking, magic whump, captivity, failed escape attempt, immortal Whumper/whumpee, Stockholm syndrome, dubcon touching and kissing, non human whumpee, poisoning, vomit and blood mention. ask to tag!

Immortality can be overwhelming. There’s tales and tales about it being so fun at the beginning and so awful as it takes longer and longer. It takes your wish to outlive what destroyed you and destroys you when you outlive what you love.

But Rogue was enamored with his 1900 years of life and looked forward to the next four millennia.

They had been scared at first. For all those tales had the truth that the first years were lonely. So devastatingly lonely you went outside, you made friends, lovers, enemies, just to dissipate that loneliness. And those tales would sell you the idea that they would wither because the immortal being was a coward. Not knowledgeable enough to make a lifelong companion for the rest of eternity that never made it boring or isolating.

Rogue was not as foolish.

They had made plenty of enemies and rivals to give chase and play, friends? Only one.

Only the sweet little golem that would welcome them in their cabin in the woods with their croak of a voice saying “Welcome, Master Rogue!” All too excited too remember they were made of wood with a ceramic mask. Upgraded from their last smaller and rustic past form to one it could use hands to pass around Rogue’s waist, but never quite felt good.

They were not a low ranking magician. They were one of the best. So utterly uninterested about the elite their own Master had tried to forge a pedestal for them to sit on. However, their Master would come from time to time, unannounced and always demanding.

“A magician like yourself shouldn’t be living off some peasant’s dubious desires” he would say , breaking inside the cabin, lifting Salarien’s wooden arm on his own with a disgusted face “this creature should’ve stayed broken. Why are you so obsessed with it?”

“He’s fragile, and needs upgrading. I want to turn him into something beautiful…that nobody has seen” they would say yanking Salarien to themselves. Sending the golem spiraling against their chest without the arm the older magician would keep on his hand. “See?” Rogue would extend their arm to take the carved limb and put it back on the doting golem. So very grateful to have such a kind master, trying to show it on a face that couldn’t express emotions.

Their Master would sigh and let his weight fall on a chair carved from pine. “What a disgrace”

Rogue would act as if they hadn’t heard that. They were immortal and there was quite the open market for such Mages. Used as slaves for greedy people that wanted more money than they already made with regular ones. Never afraid of going past the limit because of their immense power and durability.

He had made them wore chains before. When they got their immortality and they had tried to run away after a heated fight with the old mage. He had Orquestated a raid with mages and witches the young Rogue didn’t know of that hunt them down for two days straight. When they got them, they had put isolating magic chains around their neck and their arms. Made them weak and maneable, such a cute image when they were sobbing

They had never been more terrified.

They had been shoved to their knees and were threatened to get branded on their back for their new “owner”. Rogue had begged for forgiveness then. Had knelt and kissed their feet and the tips of his fingers until the man took them out of their chains and told them the truth in laughter.

The man had agreed to let them live on the forest in their own cabin, only if they never lost their seat on the mages court, just like Merlin Atkens. And that meant going to reunions, judging criminals and presenting new spells.

Rogue would always walk with their Master.

Mareland 4

Another of that story that shouldn’t be told.

CW// kind of broken whumpee, some gory subjects like skinning. Rituals, suicidal ideation to escape torture, mentioned graphic torture, captivity, manipulation, creepy whumper. Implied noncon. Wink and you will miss kinda deal. Dehumanization. Dubcon and noncon touch. Kind of fucked up, proceed with caution.

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Rogue was walking around the halls of his dream. It was the only dream Salarien didn’t have access to. A single door hidden from his view next to the garden. A door that unlocked with only Rogue’s blood.

Six locks fell to the ground alerting the man inside. A manacle on his ankle and a tattoo around his neck. It was a simple room. A bed, and a bathroom. Rogue supplied food with magic directly into his system, so there was no need for a kitchen. The room had no windows but the ones the man had painted himself along the years.

The man simply stared at the redhaired as they walked in. That smug smile Rogue hated so much still plastered on his face as they forced him to his knees with a flick of their wrist.

“You just won’t submit to me, hm? Even after all this years…” Rogue said, passing a hand through the white hair. His smirk grew even wider as Rogue fisted on his hair and pulled his head back, “you’re still an insufferable bastard” they spat out, throwing him to the ground, barely giving him time to use his hands to stop the fall.

“Well…” the man talked, straightening up “You dont exactly know how to make me stop. So, its easy.” They chuckled mockingly as they stood up. Ignoring him, Rogue made a table with two chairs puff into existence.

“Sit” they ordered.

“After you” the captive bowed dramatically. Knowing full well the tremble on their eye and the hand that flew to his neck to shove him down would come. He sighed loudly as Rogue sat down on the other side of the table, “Brute force. You use it too much, Red. And when that doesn’t work, then you use magic. See? That’s why I have stayed sane. That’s why-“

“Merlin, shut up” Rogue ordered.

“Make me” Merlin said. Defiance in his eyes, waiting for a reaction. Anything.

But Rogue simply smiled.