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.