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Transcendence AU Dash Simulator GO!!!

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🌟 lesbianstellaconifer Follow

okay but actually block me if you ship mizcor -- 'hurr durr but we age stella up' -- SHUT UPPP she's literally a minor and alcor's canonically over a million years old so how about you stop being a freak

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Babe I hate to break this to you but Mizcor's literally one of the most famous relationships in all of post-transcendental literature

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I could not have more obviously been talking about Mizar the Magnificent but you know what? Yeah classic Mizcor supporters can fuck off too actually.

Everybody likes to whip out Twin Souls like some kind of gotcha but have you even actually read it??? Like it's literally supporting demon worship and pedophilia -- both of which are EXTREMELY ILLEGAL btw. So yeah if I see any of my followers reblogging that shit I'm reporting you to the Occult Defense Agency idc if we're mutuals

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*looks at my Alcorian Literature PhD* guess we better stock up on prison shivs buddy

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okay I'm sorry but

and Mizar the Magnificent isn't????

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Los Angeles 🏝️

#sunken city of los angeles #new california #travel #ocean #photography #lmao i almost got eaten by a kelpie trying to take this pic pls reblog it

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Hey guys! Just wanted to let you know that The Scepter of Vanquished Souls, the newest book in the Wanderlust Trilogy, is now available for pre order on Glamazon!

Purchasers of the hard-cover edition will also receive never-before-seen content, including a deleted scene between Princess Samia and the Shadow King!

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Boosting because I honestly cannot recommend this book enough. Truly one of Mira's best (and I'm not just saying that because she married me!)

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CONGRATULATIONS!!!

You are the 6 billionth user to log into Jumblr today!! This means you are eligible to win a FREE WACBOOK PRO!!!! Click here to claim your prize and win BIG BIG REWARDS!!

#twin souls #mizar #alcor #mizcor #twin souls: reawakened #twin souls: breaking circles #twin souls: newest moon #twinner #twincon3015 #not a scam

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So. I had a day.

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Okay, but consider

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I don't remember my older brother's wedding

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A small price to pay for no middle school trauma

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Okay so I just read the url and--

Asfdksfjk go off you funky lil intern

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I'm actually the senior librarian. But thanks!

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Posts that have 10k notes. To me

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Today's demon of the day is Nxlar the Antithetical! Responsible for the Florida Springs Massacre of 3007, the body count for this purveyor of madness is estimated to be over 400 (source).

🐸 that-one-half-elf-bitch

I could fix her

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literally screaming crying throwing up rn I've turned off 'Based on your likes' like eight times @staff can't you just get rid of him already

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#i accidentally set my alchemy textbook on fire today and i don't even care AAAAAA this is going to be amazing #northwest mansion mystery #pacifica northwest #rosa darling #im about to be so insufferable about this just you wait

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Nxlar SWEEEEEP!!!

#if you love me at all you'll vote for my lady love #LISTEN i could bring her to the light i nkow i could

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Lmao so Nxlar the Antithetical totally turned my apartment complex into a pile of sentient sludge yesterday. I'm fine -- I was at work when it all went down, but uh... yeah, my situation obviously just became super not-great. I hate to ask, but I don't get paid til the 15th, so if some of y'all could float me some cash just so I can get a motel room for a couple nights, I'll fr owe you a life debt

Goal: 0/250

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#fuck demons fr #like seriously what'd i ever do to them 😭😭😭 #mutual aid #pls boost #don't tag as donation

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Important PSA

So idk if y'all have been reading the news lately, but the alcor virus has been making the rounds on the interwebs again. I feel like I shouldn't have to say this but PLEASE don't click any random links rn, ESPECIALLY if they're tagged with twin souls.

I know we twinners love to joke about it, but the alcor virus is legitimately dangerous and has been known to seriously ruin people's lives. Idk. Just like be smart and practice basic caution I guess? Jumblr's pretty much dead these days, so he might skip over us, but it's always better to be safe than sorry

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This is a good point! It is always better to be safe than sorry! That's why if you're smart, you'll click here for a list of ways to virus-proof your computer. Stay safe out there everybody!

Based on your likes!

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Anyone else just randomly crave connective tissue sometimes

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no actually i think that might just be a you thing

#also i heard screaming on the other line when i called you earlier there better not be a mess when i get home #beloved demon brother tag

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Okay guys I might be crazy but what if the Shadow King was actually telling the truth when he said Princess Samia's brother is still alive??? Like, if you think about it, there's a tonnnn of foreshadowing in Crown of Ghosts and the author tweeted that there was gonna be a surprise twist in the new book sooo 👀👀

#i've connected the dots -- YOU DIDN'T CONNECT SHIT -- i've connected them #wanderlust trilogy #mira ramachandran #crown of ghosts #scepter of vanquished souls #princess samia #samia of cleves #shadow king #ahmed of cleves #bookblr

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Reminder that you are beautiful exactly as you are and there are thousands who would sell their souls to imitate what you do naturally <3

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I actually really needed this today 💗

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Yo quit reblogging this op is a blatant human supremacist

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And? No one cares lmao

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Enjoy deactivation. Lmao.

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#I sent screenshots of that one centaur post to her boss too #give you two guesses what species his wife is (tags by @alv)

Holy shit. Am I actually rooting for the alcor virus rn?

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maybe the real virus was the friends we made along the way <3

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No, the real virus is me. Don't take credit for my accomplishments.

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Heritage post

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I just want to get dicked down again =/

#THIS IS NOT ME TAKING A STANCE ON SHIPPING DISCOURSE I LITERALLY DON'T CARE #best hits tag #i'm basing this entirely off the vibes i got from 2015/2016 tumblr #i just feel like the mizar the magnificent fanbase would be highkey insufferable lmao (to the dismay of all creators involved)#mizar the magnificent #transcendence au #alcor the dreambender #ian beale #mira ramachandran #rosa darling #alcor virus #al-v #twin souls #unreality #tumblr dashboard simulator #tumblr dash simulator

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toothpastecanyon · 1 month

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The Comfort of Agony, Chapter 9

For the first time in his eternal life, Alcor had been bound. He couldn't leave even if he wanted to... so it was just as well that he didn't want to leave, right? After all, this was what Mizar wanted.

He didn't know what she was so angry with him for, but he probably deserved it.

See most updated version on Archive of Our Own.

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For a single, wonderful moment, Piper had forgotten there was anything wrong. She woke up in a comfy bed; not her own, but as she yawned and stretched and cast an eye over the room, she saw the sunlight streaming through a window, heard birds chirping out their morning tune. It all seemed so peaceful.

She did feel kind of grimey, though. Her hair felt like a rat’s nest, and she was… sleeping in her clothes? She raised a hand up to rub her eyes, and found she was clutching a mirror; as she watched, it flickered to life, and with a toothy grin Alcor the Dreambender gave a cheery wave.

“Morning, Piper!”

Piper froze in place as the events of the past two days filtered back in. Oh… oh.

“Sleep well?”

“Yeah…” Piper said, faintly. She sat up. “I don’t know how, but… what’s on my hand?”

“Oh, just some demonic sludge from the demon we summoned last night!” Alcor made a face as he watched her try to wipe it off on the covers. “Sorry, it’s probably dried on by now.”

“Why do I have demonic sludge on my hands?”

“I needed to coat the room to protect us from the angel!” He watched her hurry over to the sink. “Probably could have, uh, washed it off at the time… but hey, no angel, and you got a good night’s sleep! And look at all the sludge we got!”

Piper looked at the glasses of dried black ooze by the side of the sink, and wrinkled her nose. “That’s, uh, great… where is the angel, anyway?”

Her phone started ringing from the bed. Piper shook her hands dry and wandered over to look at it - oh, it was her Dad, again. With a guilty expression, she silenced her phone and looked up at Alcor expectantly. He gave a sigh.

“Well, let me just say first that I thought of this when I said we could go to a motel! It’s not ideal, but you were really tired, and now that you’re awake we can stay here and brainstorm some ways to-”

“Wait, wait.” Piper shook her head. “You didn’t say where the angel is.”

“Where he is… right.” He clapped his hands together. “Probably, uh, somewhere right outside?"

“Right… outside?”

Piper glanced up at the open windows, and felt a rush of fear. She moved quickly to close them.

“Yep! And, ah, he wasn’t far behind us when we got here, so he’s probably got some kind of plan ready to go the second we step outside the door, but, uh…” Alcor scratched the back of his head. “You know, we’ve got a plan too!”

“We do?”

“Yeah! We can stay in here as long as we want, and think of what we’re going to do next!”

Piper’s eyebrows drooped. “So we don’t have a plan.”

“We don’t have a plan, yet!” Alcor’s smile looked strained. “But hey, like I said, all the time in the world to come up with one! Come on, let’s start spitballing! Want me to start? Here’s one I came up with last night: decoy mirror!”

“Decoy mirror?”

“Yeah! You wrap it up in a bag and drop it as we leave, we run to the car, by the time he figures it out we’re off!”

“Okay…? But my car’s busted up. What if it doesn’t turn on?”

“Hmm… we could steal one!” Alcor clasped his hands together. “Sta- uh, someone taught me how to hotwire cars once, I bet I could get one going!”

“Steal a car. Great. Sounds great.” Piper’s phone was buzzing in her hand; she dropped it back on the bed and rubbed her eyes. “And then what?”

“And then we drive off!”

“And then what?” She saw him pause, and dragged a hand down her face. “Look, Alcor, your plan is… nice, but we can’t just run away from the angel forever.” She thought of last night and shuddered. “He’s nearly killed me twice now. We’re not going to keep getting lucky - we’ve got to stop him.”

Alcor’s smile finally faded. “Yeah… yeah. I know. I just… I’m not sure how.”

“Well… how do we win this? What needs to happen for this to stop?”

“What needs to happen? We need to get rid of that angel, for good.” He saw her eyes dart towards the demonic sludge, and shook his head. “Not with that stuff, that’s not strong enough. No, I think… I think we need me.”

“You?” She looked at him, and the glowing runes of the mirror. “You mean…?”

“I need to be unbound.” He looked down at his clawed hands, and clenched them. “I know… I know you might have mixed feelings about that. I get it if you still don’t trust me-”

“Oh, no.” Piper waved him away. “You know what, I’m in with you now. If we need to unbind you, then that’s what we’ll do.”

“Wh… really?”

“Really.” She thought of the angel’s twisted smile on Mag’s face, and gave a grim nod. “I know who killed Scarlett now. It wasn’t you.”

Alcor blinked a few times, and then a big, beaming grin stretched across his face. He seemed at a loss for words; after a moment, Piper cleared her throat.

“Anyway,” she said. “So we need to unbind you. How do we do that?”

It seemed to take a moment for Alcor to hear the question; it sobered him a little, and he nodded. “Right, right, uh… yeah, that’s the hard part. You see, the easiest way to undo a binding is for the person who cast it in the first place to renounce it.”

Piper grimaced. “And that’s Mag.”

“Yup, that’s Mag, who, uh, currently thinks I killed his daughter.” He gave a helpless shrug. “So if you’ve got any ideas for how to get him alone long enough to explain everything, I’d love to hear it.”

She was silent for a moment… and then sighed. “No idea,” she said. “You sure there’s no other way?”

“Nothing that’ll work in your lifetime. It’s gotta be Mag.”

It’s gotta be Mag… Piper looked away, out to the sun’s light glowing through the blinds. Well, shit, she thought. How was that going to work? Even if they could somehow stop the angel from murdering her before Mag even knew what was happening, what was she supposed to say to him? Would he even listen?

She thought of that rainy night he showed up at her doorstep, somehow only days ago. The stranger playing cards in her living room, desperately trying to connect with her; the photo he slid under her door. She didn’t doubt he cared about her… but that was the problem, wasn’t it?

A memory played in her head, a bloody hand against the side mirror. I did it for you, he’d said. I did it for you.

He’d done this all for her… but would he stop for her? She didn’t know.

She really didn’t know.

Piper hung her head at that. She heard her phone buzz once, and looked over. Stars, her Dad must be worried sick; with a sigh, she picked it up.

…

Huh.

“Oh!” Alcor was saying from beside her. “I know! What about the Dinner Crew? We could - how far is it to Portland from here? - we could drive out, see if they’d be willing to help us…”

His words washed over her as she looked at the two missed calls, and the message from her Dad’s phone:

I TOLD YOU THIS WAS THE END OF THE CHASE

Wh… what? What chase? Piper frowned in confusion, and as soon as she opened her texts she could see another message was being written.

“...haven’t talked to them in centuries, but that might be a good option. What do you think, Piper? Piper?”

Piper heard his voice, but she didn’t look up. “Just uh - just one second,” she said. “I don’t…”

“Is that your Dad again?”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t answer because the message posted, and the dread that had been slowly creeping into her stomach suddenly turned to cold-blooded horror:

IGNORE THIS NEXT CALL AND HE DIES

It posted, and almost immediately, her phone began to buzz in her hands. Her Dad’s friendly profile picture smiled up at her; she sat frozen for a second, and then scrambled to answer it.

“H-hello?” She said, her heart beating in her throat. “Dad? Is that you?”

Silence. It felt like it lasted an eternity… and then, she could hear a breath on the other side.

A voice. Not her Dad’s voice.

“You know who this is.” Mag’s voice, cold and dispassionate, sent a bolt of fear right through her heart. “And you know what I want. You understand where I want you to go?”

Piper could see Alcor bristle out of the corner of her eye. She swallowed, and nodded.

“Good,” said the angel, like he could see her. “It is too late for you, Tainted One. I am going to kill you. You are going to come to me, and I am going to kill you. Do you understand?”

Gritting her teeth, she nodded. “You’ve been trying to kill me this whole time,” she said; her words were quiet, but clear. The angel brushed past them.

“Bring me the mirror. Save your father. Let your death redeem your soul. Try to fool me again, and his blood will be on your hands.”

Then it cut out. Piper stood there for a moment, her phone still pressed against her ear… her fist, slowly clenching. Alcor’s eyes were wide.

“He’s got your dad,” He said, and started to pace within the mirror. “Oh - oh, no, oh, shoot, he’s got your dad! What are we gonna do?”

Piper didn’t respond. Like she was in a dream, she felt herself pocket her phone, and she reached down to grab the mirror. Alcor eyed her nervously.

“Piper?” He said. “You, uh… you okay?”

Okay? Piper felt her heart hammering in her chest. She shook her head. “No. No, I’m not. Blood on my hands? Like I’m the one threatening my Dad?”

She stalked over to the cups of sludge by the sink. They’d dried on top, but when she felt on top her hand broke through to a wetter layer. She felt it between her fingers, then started to stack them on top of each other. Once she had them in line, she looked over to the blinds, made her way over, and pushed them aside to look through to the parking lot.

“We’ve got to get to him,” she said. “Come on, Alcor. Let’s steal one of these cars.”

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“I guess you’re used to this then, huh?”

It was an awkward joke the cop down at the station made when he was taking David’s statement; a little throwaway line after he mentioned Scarlett, and moved quickly on from before David had time to get mad. But he was home now, slumped in front of the TV with his phone in his hands, and every time he thought of that thoughtless little comment, he wanted to put his fist through the damn wall.

Used to this? Used to this? Dear god, he hoped he’d never become used to this! It was hell losing Scarlett, and as he was finding out, Piper was like a new, entirely different hell built on top of the old one. He did some of the same things he did the first time: he didn’t sleep, he threw up when he tried to eat, he waited desperately for any kind of update, any kind of indication that she was going to be okay. Hearing her voice on the phone - stars, he couldn’t describe the relief he felt in that moment, but then she hung up, and anything could’ve happened to her after that.

Anything.

David remembered the first time, remembered the look on Mag’s face when he came home that day. He remembered how he tried to say something, but he just shook his head and he burst into tears, and when David rushed over to him they squeezed each other so tight they couldn’t breathe, and there was an awful kind of comfort in that, a grim fondness for that memory every time it passed his mind.

Because that was the last time Mag had cried with him. And a year from then, after all the lies told, the trust broken, the demon summoned just downstairs from their sleeping daughter… David realised, that was the last moment he felt like he still had a husband. The last moment he recognised Mag.

David’s own reflection stared up at him from the darkness of his phone, and he gave a deep sigh. And now, looking back from this mess… David wondered whether it had been the last moment before Mag had stopped lying. He’d always thought something in Mag had broken after Scarlett died, but maybe it was always there. Maybe he’d never been the man David thought he was.

How else could he explain what he’d done to Piper?

Stars… David sat back in his chair, taking a long moment to rub his eyes, and run his hands through his greasy hair. He could hear the TV chattering away, the 24-hour news covering an abandoned police car on the interstate hours out of town, the incessant speculation on what this all meant, where he was going, and what had happened to Piper.

He needed… he needed a break. He just needed a break. He just needed a break.

He stood up, and looked at the gift bag on his end table. The Father’s Day card, the torn envelope with his name in her handwriting. She’d gotten him some nice soap.

…

A shower would be nice.

David turned away from the TV, and headed slowly upstairs. He walked down the hallway, passing frame after frame of Piper’s smiling school photos. He paused, at the door to her bedroom - it was a guest bedroom now, really, but he’d never been in any hurry to take down her posters, or ask her to come get her clothes, her old stuffed animals lined up on top of her closet. He’d seen them last night, their shiny eyes gazing at him through a crack in the door, and he’d closed it.

And he left it closed now, continuing on to his bedroom. He checked his phone one last time before leaving it on the nightstand with the volume all the way up, and grabbed a towel on the way to the ensuite. Then he stripped, stepped into the shower, and turned it on.

The water was cold… and then warm. He turned it up some more. Hot. He turned it up as high as he could bear, and stood under the jets, his head bowed, sobbing into his hands.

He didn’t know how long he stood like that, but his legs were tired by the time his tears faded to shuddering breaths. His skin was lobster-red and itchy when he turned off the shower, and as the steam rose away, it left him cold. He wiped his eyes, and took a few slow breaths before stepping out of the shower, drying off, and putting on his bathrobe.

He did feel a little better, he decided, but then.

Then, he opened the door. And his phone wasn’t there.

David paused for a second, frowned, and walked over to his nightstand. He wondered if he’d dropped it; he glanced under the table just to check, but it wasn’t there.

It was just… gone. And the longer David stood there, the more an eerie sense of something wrong began to creep down his spine.

The TV. He could hear it when he got in the shower, but it was silent now. The whole house was silent now, like it was holding its breath.

David looked down the long, dim hallway, and set his jaw. He kept one eye on it as he opened the nightstand drawer, grabbed a key, and knelt down beside his bed. Pulling a metal case out from under the mattress, he unlocked it, revealing a small pistol and two magazines. He picked it up, loaded it, and also grabbed a little silk bag; he drew out a thin silver necklace etched with an intricate pattern of glowing wards, and slipped it over his head.

There was a noise downstairs just as he finished. Rising to his feet, David gripped the gun tight as he shuffled towards the door. Down the hall he went, walking slowly, his heart beating in his chest as he looked in every door. He opened Piper’s door, glanced in quickly, gritted his teeth, and continued.

Down the stairs, every creak echoing terribly loud in the silence of the house. He could make out a voice as he reached the bottom, coming from the kitchen… no, coming from the basement. David paused in front of it, his breath coming a little heavy as he recognised that voice - was that Mag?

It was Mag. What the hell was he doing here?

There was a faint light coming from behind the door; David edged away from it, and looked to the front door, left wide open with the sun streaming down on the porch. Casting one last glance at the basement, he let his common sense win him over and hurried out of the house.

Hurried, and then stopped dead, just a few feet from the door. There was something strange on the porch, a glowing white line carved into the wood, and it seemed to only glow brighter as he approached it. What was this thing, a barrier? A trap?

He looked back at the basement door, and narrowed his eyes. Someone was going to explain to him what was going on.

As he approached the door again, the voice had gone silent. He reached out, grasped the door handle, and then quickly twisted it open and pointed the gun up as he stepped through.

He didn’t see anything at first. But as he stepped down, he spotted the feet, and then the rest of a lone, tall figure standing still in the middle of the basement. His heart clenched at the sight; oh, stars, it really was Mag.

Mag was in ragged dirty clothes, head down, facing away from him. David thought he’d turn around, but he didn’t; cautiously, he opened his mouth.

“Mag?” He said, his voice echoing in the basement. “What are you doing here?”

Nothing at first. He could see Mag’s head roll a little to the side, and his right arm clenched - he had a knife, David saw, and he raised the gun.

“Mag?”

The tension seemed to build all over his body, and he was muttering something. David dared not step closer, but he could just about make it out:

“…handle this, I can… let me handle this…” he was saying, and then he suddenly snapped up and turned around. “Dave?”

The sight of Mag… stars, David had thought he looked rough the last time they met, years ago, but that was nothing compared to now. Thin and hollow-cheeked, sallow-skinned and sweaty with dark bags under his eyes like bruises, a shredded orange jumpsuit just barely hanging onto his form - David hardly recognized him. He saw Mag process the sight of him for a second, and then his face split into a beaming grin that showed off his knocked-out teeth.

“Dave!” He said, stepping closer - and pausing when David raised the gun. “Hey, it’s me! It’s Mag!”

“I know,” David said, grimly. He watched Mag’s grin fade. “What are you doing here? Where’s Piper?”

“What am I doing here?” Mag repeated, and blinked. “What am I doing here, I’m… oh, right, I’m here to protect you?”

“Protect me?”

“Cultists, there’s a- there’s cultists, they’re coming here!” Mag’s arm twitched a bit as he spoke, and he put a hand over it. A hand, David noticed, that had his phone in it.

“Is that why you stole my phone?”

“Stole your phone? Oh… you were going to call the police on me!” Mag looked at the gun pointed at his chest, and scowled. “Have a little faith in me, Dave! I’m not gonna hurt you!”

“What happened to Piper?” David saw Mag’s scowl deepen as he turned away. “Mag, what did you do to-“

“NOTHING! Jesus, Dave, I did nothing ! I’ve been the one trying to track her down! I’ve been the one going to hell and back-“

Mag took a step towards David, and he stepped back. Mag cut himself off when he saw this; his whole face darkened.

“Un-fucking-believable,” he muttered, and threw the knife down in disgust. “There, are you happy now? Can you stop aiming that thing at me for one fucking second and have a civil conversation?”

David shook his head a little. “Why were you there, Mag? Why were you at Piper’s apartment?”

“Because I wanted to see my daughter again! I didn’t know there were cultists after me, it’s not my fault!”

“Cultists?” David frowned, but Mag was pacing back and fourth.

“You know, I just wanted to visit her again, that’s all I wanted to do, I just wanted to see her one last time! I’m like a fucking stranger to her, Dave, I’m surprised she even knows my name! And whose fault is that, huh? Whose fault is that?”

David arched an eyebrow. “Are you- are you blaming me?”

“Oh-hoh, he catches on quick!” Mag barked out a laugh. “You were just so eager to cut me out, weren’t you? You were just waiting for me to slip up so you could take Piper away from me!”

“Are you serious? I tried to keep her in touch with you, Mag, I really did! You kept missing visits!”

“It wasn’t! My! Fault!”

“Oh, really? Were you too busy shooting up cults to see your daughter?”

“Shut up!”

“You can’t bullshit me anymore, Mag, I looked at the timeline of your charges! You left her hanging to go on murder sprees!”

“Shut up, SHUT UP!” Mag covered his ears with shaking hands. “Shut the fuck up, you don’t know what you’re- it’s not my fault!”

“Mag-“

“This is what you do. This is what you do!” He raked his nails down his face. “You’re always trying to, trying to paint me as some kind of dangerous person-“

“Of course you’re a dangerous person! You did it, didn’t you? You killed those people! You-”

“I NEVER HURT HER!” Mag bellowed, and the sound was so loud it rang through the basement, sent David flinching back.

It was so loud, it seemed like it took all the air out of his lungs, and he sank back against the wall, holding his head as he spoke so quietly.

“I never… I never hurt her. I didn’t. It was a cultist, it was- i-it was a cultist, it was a cultist…”

And before David’s eyes, his words faded to shaky breaths, and he buried his head in his hands as he started to cry. David blinked; he lowered the gun, and as Mag’s sobs got louder, and seemed to shake his whole form, David started down the steps. He walked slowly at first, but then faster, and he laid the gun down on a passing table as he came to kneel next to Mag.

“Hey,” he said, laying a gentle hand on Mag’s shoulder - Mag flinched away, and he took it back. “What’s going on with you, Mag? What happened?”

“I-I…” Mag started, but he was too choked up to speak. He gulped down a few shuddering breaths, and tried again. “I-I feel l-like I’m losing my m-mind, I-I can’t… I-I d-don’t…”

“Hey, hey. Take your time.” He watched Mag take a deep breath, and let it out with a hacking cough. He frowned. “You don’t look well, Mag.”

“I don’t, I don’t feel well,” Mag managed, and gave a little chuckle. David gave him the slightest smile, but it quickly faded.

“Mag,” he started. “What happened at Piper’s apartment?”

“I-“ his shoulders raised up defensively… but he took another look at David, and they slumped down. “I messed up, Dave. I really messed up. It’s my fault she’s in trouble - a-and that’s why I have to rescue her! I have to-“

He made to rise, and David put a hand on his chest.

“Mag, you can’t go after Piper. If someone else has her, you have to tell the police. They have to know who they’re dealing with so they can bring her home safe.”

“The police.” Mag scoffed. “Like they did with Scarlett?”

David’s lips pulled tight. “I know,” he said, and gently pushed Mag down. “But you can’t help now. There’s a manhunt out for you.” When Mag still tried to rise, he added: “And every second they’re looking for you, they’re not looking for Piper.”

That, finally, seemed to stop Mag in his tracks. He sat back down hard; his arm started twitching again, and he hugged it against his side.

“No, wait…” he said distractedly, and then looked back at David. He gave a guilty smile. “Stars, you’re, you’re right, aren’t you? I’m just a liability to her.”

David didn’t like how he said that, but he couldn’t find a way to phrase it before Mag spoke again.

“You’re right, you’re both right, I should’ve, I should’ve just stayed away from her.” With a flat, joyless laugh, he pulled his knees up to his chest. “Every time I’ve seen her, I’ve just made her life worse. And now she could be, she could be dead in a ditch somewhere, and it’s all my fault!”

“It’s… you said cultists came to the apartment?” David struggled to find the words. “You couldn’t have - they didn’t-“

“They were only there because I was there.” He shook his head, held his arm in a white-knuckle grip. “It was, it was all such a perfect plan in my head, you know? I break out, and I get to see her just one last time, and we have a nice night. I just wanted one last night with her, you know?”

“Mag…” David’s face softened, but he kept speaking.

“Just one last night, and I would’ve been happy for the rest of my sorry life. Heck,” he said, and gave a dark chuckle. “If she agreed to visit me, I would’ve even let them take me back to prison.”

Those words struck David cold. “Don’t say that,” he said, and watched Mag turn away. “I’d visit you, Mag.”

Mag gave a dismissive snort… but then, he looked back. “Even now?” He said, in a small voice, and swallowed when David put a hand over his.

“Of course I would.” David squeezed gently, and then lifted it up with him as he got to his feet. “Come on, M, we can finish this together. How about I make you a cup of coffee before we call?”

Mag’s eyes were misty. “You’ve still got coffee?” He said, and gave a watery laugh. “You hate coffee.”

“So does Piper.” David laughed as well. “It might be pretty old; I hope it’s still good.”

“You know what?” He wiped his eyes. “I think it's worth a try.”

Mag seemed to start getting up, but all of a sudden David felt Mag’s hand tighten around his in a vice grip; he flinched back from the pain.

“Agh, Mag, not so tight!” When Mag didn’t respond, David tried to pry his fingers off. “Mag, let go! Mag?”

Mag’s eyes were shut tight. As he watched, Mag’s whole body seemed to tense up, and he shook his head.

“No,” Mag was saying. “No, no, that’s not - what are you doing? Agh, you can’t- Stop! No! No!”

“Mag?!” David said, but it was like Mag didn’t hear him. After a moment Mag’s grip loosened and let him slip out, and then David watched him cry out in pain and fall to the floor. “Mag! Mag!”

Mag jerked and twitched like he was having a seizure; David froze for a moment in pure horror, and then rushed to his side. He struggled to roll Mag over - once he did his hands hovered over his shaking body, unsure of what to do.

“Mag! Mag! Mag, what are you- what’s going on?!” He saw his phone still clutched in Mag’s hand and tried to pry it out, but his grip was iron. As if in response, David watched it tighten even harder, and crush it to bits.

What was going on? He looked to Mag’s face, and caught a glimpse of something strange happening under his flickering eyelids; it was like they were starting to glow. Even brighter was something on his right arm - David could see a bright white light shining out from the holes in his jumpsuit, and smoke was starting to come off the fabric.

Just like the white lines outside, and it hit him then: possession. David’s stomach dropped; he froze for a second, then scrambled to take off his necklace. He forced it over Mag’s head, but the wards stayed a steady blue.

They didn’t detect anything! How was that possible?

Before David could think of anything else, Mag suddenly went still. He sat up without a word, and when he opened his eyes, pure white light gazed into David’s soul.

David scrambled to his feet. The demon in Mag’s skin rose with him, and he backed away, backed up to the gun on the table, and grabbed it.

“Stay back, stay back!” He pointed it right at Mag’s face. “This is loaded, stay back!”

The demon didn’t listen. Wordlessly, it walked towards him, walked forwards as he backed away, walked forwards until David had his back against the wall, his arms outstretched, the gun point-blank to Mag’s chest.

“Stay back,” David said, shaking his head. “Stay back, I-I’ll shoot! I’ll…”

The demon regarded him for a moment with those terrible eyes… and then leaned forwards, pressing Mag’s chest against the barrel of the gun.

A second passed, and then another. David could feel his heart hammering in his chest; his hands tightened on the gun, but he looked at Mag’s face, and he swallowed a lump in his throat.

“I’ll shoot,” he said, quietly, even as the gun weighed down his hands. “I’ll… I’ll…”

He trailed off, and watched as Mag’s face twisted into a horrible smile.

#transcendence au #toothwrites #alcor the dreambender #magnus wright #mizar

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