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VENT WRITING.

GOVL chapter 7 alternate scene

As the Emperor writhed on the ground, unable to keep himself from screaming at his overwhelming loss at the hands of the princess he so coveted, Lucia lost her footing entirely. She was immediately caught by that of her beloved husband Elvis, as he knew that she would be dizzy after having used every bit of her energy. He noticed her eyes were having the hardest time focusing, and figured that most likely she would pass out in his arms as he made his way back to Dissidia’s warpzone.

“Without my power,�� Mateus roared, pushing himself upon his palms. “I am nothing! End me!!” He gasped, taking a moment to look at the couple who only gazed upon him with pity. “I- I cannot live like this!”

“What a plonker ye are,” Elvis grunted as his eyes narrowed. The pity had vanished from him, hearing that. “Ye’re too good for mercy, are ye?” He shook his head as he turned attention back to his wife. “No. Ye heard the royal decree. Ye have a job to do, now get back t’ it.” While he would have no issue with ending Mateus’ miserable life for all he’d done in just the last two days alone, he withheld his rage at her order.

Lucia did her best to force herself to a stand, though it was more than apparent she wouldn’t make it more than a few steps in her current condition. “Mateus, please. Go home.” She spoke weakly, but earnestly, hoping that the warlock would just hear her out. “I will not! I will remain here and find a way to break your curse before I rain hell upon the Palace of Power itself!” He barked at her, as he rose himself to a stand. “Mark my vow. I will not allow this to stand, princess! If you do not belong to me, I will… end all you care for. Your forsaken love will doom not just you and your children, but every citizen of Video Land!”

“Y-you don’t understand,” Lucia said, attempting to step closer to him, but she lost her footing again. Elvis helped her keep her balance this time, instead of simply carrying her weight on him. “This land cannot remain in such a state if Gamers are to have access to any Dissidia game, past, present, or future. It will be reset by the… Deity of Destruction. If… if you meet with him, you will be reset entirely, same as this world.”

“Bah, some deity will not be the end of me.”

“I didn’t say you were going to die…” she clarified calmly. “...I said you will be reset.”

“Ach, lass, we need to get ye back home. Ye still haven’t recovered from yer last, and here ye are, trying to work things out with this lout? Come now, wee bunny. If he won’t listen to ye, he’ll just have to suffer the consequences,” Elvis said gently. “Ye cannae save ‘em all.”

“But-” “All the shit he’s done to ye?! The fact that he’s even seen that there is a whole expanse beyond his Game World has driven the bastard mad. It may be better for the whole of Video Land if he is consumed by yer… deity.”

“It hurts to see him go, despite everything. But, I guess, if that’s his choice…” She looked into those purple eyes once again and smiled. “You did say you would rather die than accept my mercy. If that is your will, I can’t stop you. Mateus, I’m sorry that I… that we…” she took a deep breath and sighed. “Goodbye, Emperor Mateus… Matty.”

Not since he was officially on her team had she called him that. His heart skipped a beat before turning away. After sealing away his magic, preventing him from gaining any more power outside of the Realms of Fantasy, how could she dare even act like she cared! It was preposterous! How dare she even pretend at such a sad smile like that? What the hell was all of this?

“Can’t even return the favor of a goodbye? Aye, tha’s some right bullshit,” Elvis said. “We’d best be going. I don’t want you caught by the deity, wee bunny!”

“No, he can’t hurt me. He acts under my contract here in Video Land, as I was the one that summoned him in the first place. If we do meet him, you and I will be safe.” Lucia said, finally allowing Elvis to lift her up into his arms.

Mateus watched them go before snatching his golden scepter from the ground. That piece of shit, holier-than-thou prince walked away, carrying the princess the Emperor desired. Ugh. He would do all he could to undo this curse she placed on him, no matter how long it took. No sort of silence would be put on the greatest ruler in all creation! He could at least manifest his six golden wings. As he was ready to take off, he heard the quiet tip-tap-tip-tap of old-fashioned leather shoes against the floor behind him. “Well, I had no idea I would have the opportunity to consume an angel today. How fortuitous!” The voice seemed to have some sort of odd interference, crackling as if being played through a machine at a distance.

Mateus turned to look behind him, to find a tall, almost impossibly thin being standing there. He carried something of a staff of his own, though it had a strange adornment. Instead of a jewel or fixture to enhance magical power, it was some sort of device he had never seen before. His whole ensemble was blood red, from his bushy hair, classy striped suit, all the way down to the shoes he heard before.

“Are you the so-called Deity of Destruction?”

The lanky red being laughed, showing his sharp yellow teeth. “Is that how the princess described me?! Oh, the flattery! Isn’t she just darling! Allow me to introduce myself! Salutations, I am Alastor. It is a pleasure to meet you, quite a pleasure!” The interference around his voice kept going with every word he spoke. Mateus had never encountered anything like this before, either. What was this so-called deity? “Now. I’m quite the fan of your performance, Your Majesty.” “...excuse me? What do you mean?”

“Why, I’ve been tuned into everything you’ve done! Anyone that causes my bunny this much pain is someone I must follow,” Alastor continued, his smile growing that much wider. The ears atop his head twitched a few times before horns began to sprout from his bushy red hair. “I’m thrilled she has given us the opportunity to cross paths, finally.” They grew outward, expanding far wider than his shoulders, extending with multiple branches as his eyes turned into blazing yellow dials. His limbs elongated, further than any human could survive, but as he transformed, his smile grew just as twisted.

When Mateus flapped his wings to get himself into the air, Alastor snatched him right out of the air with one of his claws. No matter how many times he tried to cast any of his magic, it would fade before it could manifest. He struggled to break free, but this demonic monstrosity had him bound tightly between fingers even longer than he was. Tentacles came from Alastor’s back, wreaking havoc on all of the land around them, and the grip only tightened.

“You- there is no way you could come of her power!” Mateus shouted. “She is filled with Light, and her magic manifests itself in music!”

“Hmmmm,” Alastor mused, continuing to crash about to destroy the Game World of Dissidia like a kaiju. “Not that it matters anymore, does it? She warned you, and you did not heed her.” “If you are not going to kill me, then-” The radio demon gripped the emperor so tightly that he could not even carry the air in his lungs well enough to speak. He stopped his rampage enough to use another claw to rip Mateus’ wings off his body only to toss them in his mouth to eat them. Then, he broke every one of his limbs - both arms and legs - one by one. Alastor slammed the defeated husk upon the ground, face first, with every bit of his strength. Mateus knew this Game World was crumbling around them, and that if he did not die by this demon’s rampage, he would be caught in the negative space. That must have been what Lucia meant when she told him he would be reset entirely.

“I have no desire to kill you, you miserable shit. All you have caused my dearest bunny to suffer shall be paid back to you, one thousand fold!”

Mateus did not know this level of pain before in his life, and without a physical way to escape it, he had no choice but to let it claim him. Darkness beyond anything he himself could manipulate surged through his every nerve, charging through him as if he was naught but a conductor of the worst magical energy. He spat up everything in his body from blood to whole ass organs, but somehow, despite staring at his own lungs and stomach, somehow he was not dead. He could not fathom any of what he was seeing. This couldn’t be happening! This- this was- it was a nightmare he needed to wake from!

“You do not know the HELL you have inflicted upon her. I will be glad to demonstrate for you.”

Words escaped him. His lungs have collapsed. He could not breathe. He could not move. The blood surging through his eyes made it impossible for him to see. All he knew in that moment was pain. And despite his being unable to function, he could still hear his own voice screaming in terror. No matter how hard he tried to force himself to wake, he could not.

“How long has she had to endure you?” Alastor asked, waving his hand to bring forth even more darkness upon Mateus’ body. “Thousands of years in the negative space is naught but a fraction of a second outside, Matty...”

#just a rough draft #do not reblog please #vent writing #sometimes you're just really pissed and you need to fucking vent about it #I dunno if this is whump but I don't have anywhere else to post this #no I am not tagging it with whats in it fandom wise #eternal torture #whumper gets fucking whumped #eldrich monstrosity tortures warlock

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