#Fang having to deal with everyone's bullshit part 19182927227819833773737392822

[cyberp-1-nk]

[ A sorcerer's enemy. || oc-verse. ]

Warnings: Slight violence.

Tags: @insane-horror-movie-addict @cheesefanboy2

A/N: I haven't fully come back yet, but I was practically already finished with this fic and I didn't want it to just...sit. Also, the 'human' mentioned was crp-verse Anni. This was more of a part 1 than anything, and a little bit of an introduction.

Fang stands in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by tall trees that form a natural barrier from the rest of the forest. The moon is shining brightly above, casting a silvery glow over everything in sight. Fang takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, focusing her mind on the magic she is about to cast. As she begins to chant in a low voice, her hands move in a graceful motion, tracing patterns in the air. With each movement, she feels the energy of the moon flowing through him, filling her with its power. She can feel the magic building within him, and she focuses all her concentration on channeling it into her spell.

The moon's light intensifies, illuminating the clearing with a bright, otherworldly glow. Fang's movements become more fluid and precise as she channels the magic of the moon, her mind completely focused on the task at hand. As she completes the final gesture of the spell, she opens her eyes, and a beam of moonlight shoots out from her hands, illuminating the entire clearing. The light dances and shimmers, taking on the form of a beautiful, ethereal creature, a manifestation of Fang's moon magic.

Fang watches in awe as the creature moves gracefully around the clearing, its movements fluid and effortless. She can still feel the magic of the moon coursing through him, and she basks in the glow of the moon's energy, feeling renewed and revitalized. Finally, as the moon begins to set behind the trees, the creature fades away after leaving her clues to find the God she was looking for, and Fang opens her eyes, feeling both physically and spiritually refreshed. The moonlight has faded, and the clearing returns to its natural state, but Fang knows the magic of the moon will stay with her, strengthening her and guiding her on her journey. Her eye catches the sight of the clue left behind by the creature, but before she could grab it, familiar pristine leather-clad boots come into view. Fang grumbled, her eyes trailing up to the man she despised the most.

"Trying to summon the moon deity? Don't you have enough contracts, Vixen?" The youthful pirate captain taunted before tugging his mask completely. The moon's luminous rays reflected off of his skin, his eyes nearly glowing within the darkness of the forest as he stared down at the sorceress.

"What do you want, Smoke?" Fang knows he isn't here for small talk— every time he had come into contact with her, it was because he wanted to strike up some sort of wager or deal. He wasn't the type to make small talk without any sort of strings attached.

"What? Can't talk to my favorite traitor?" Smoke, the notorious pirate known for his cunning and skill with a blade, had once invited Fang to join his hunt— it ended with Fang ultimately working for Nightmare and quite literally stabbing him in the back. It earned her the nickname 'vixen', since she was nothing more than a sly fox. His eyes slightly narrowed at her when he remembered their past. The moon is high in the sky, casting a bright, silvery light over the sea, illuminating Smoke's face and making the metal of his sword gleam.

"We both know you aren't a big fan of small talk." Fang tried not to admire the rare blade he grasped— the weapon he held was truly one of a kind, since it was infused with extremely rare cursed silver. It was one of the only types of silver that were able to kill celestials and she needed to get her hands on it. Her eye trailed away, as she stared out back into the forest.

"Well, you caught me. As much as I'd love to catch up with you, Vixen, I have much more important things to discuss." Smoke smirks as he draws his own sword from its scabbard, the metallic blade shining under the moon's strong rays. The sword seems to glow with an inner light, as though imbued with a magic all its own. "Word goes around that you've been sheltering a human, has the entire realm going mad. The proxy sorceress with the most contracts sheltering a human? Can't look good on your reputation."

"Why does it matter to you? You never cared for reputations anyway—"

"But you do." Smoke interrupts her, "You have a reputation to uphold, especially when you're working for the best of the best. So I'm willing to offer you…a little trade."

"If you're after my Wisp again, then I'll have to decline—"

"I'm not talking about your little pet, Fang. I'm talking about the human you've been protecting." The moon continues to shine down on them, casting a silvery glow over the entire scene, illuminating the fierce determination in Smoke's eyes and the cold fury in Fang's. As the staredown rages on, their weapons continue to gleam and glow under the moon's strong rays, a testament to the power of magic and the indomitable spirit of two fierce enemies locked in an intense gaze. "I'm willing to offer ten thousand souls to fuel your magic, for that little human of yours."

It was an incredible offer, just a single soul alone was worth millions, and he was willing to offer ten thousand— it could make her magic nearly as powerful as a pure blooded Giggler proxy, which was considered one of the most powerful beings in the land. Her eye trailed toward the mischievous pirate, as the fox on her shoulder glared at him, "And if I decline?"

"Then I guess I'll have to take the human by force." As he steps near her, Smoke readies himself for battle, his eyes locked on Fang as she shows off her singular sword. He can feel the tension building between them, a fierce rivalry that has grown over many years of battling on the high seas. With a fierce determination in his eyes, Smoke charges forward, his sword held high, ready to battle Fang. The sword's glow intensifies as he moves, casting a bright light over the forest as he smirks.

Fang glares at Smoke with her singular eye, her large sword raised in challenge. The two enemies circle each other warily, their swords clashing in a shower of sparks as they engage in a fierce battle of skill and wits. The moon continues to shine down on them, casting a silvery glow over the entire scene, illuminating the fierce determination in Smoke's eyes and the cold fury in Fang's. As the battle rages on, the swords continue to gleam and glow under the moon's strong rays, a testament to the power of magic and the indomitable spirit of two fierce enemies locked in battle. He pressed his sword further against hers, trying to break the block she held against him. He only smirked, before finally backing off, sliding his sword back into its trusted scabbard. He pulled his hat over his face, a shadow overcasting over his eyes as his face became nearly unreadable.

"I expect you to be in the Hell-raiser arena at the crack of dawn. No later than tomorrow. And don't even think of running away this time, vixen."

As fast as he appeared, he disappeared into the rays of moonlight that shone down upon the forest— he had already had a contract with the moon deity and therefore his magic ability was incredibly mysterious yet powerful. It was going to be tough fighting him, and Fang frankly didn't know how she was going to devise a plan against him within a span of twenty four hours.

#simp party #oc-verse #Fang having to deal with everyone's bullshit part 19182927227819833773737392822