Part 2

Context: So many years have passed since the vampires waged genocide against all who were not like them. The very King you used to serve as a witch was the one that ordered your banishment and the banishment of all those like you. You were all driven into an enchanted forest, seemingly infinite in size, where time doesn't truly seem to obey the rest of reality. It's given you time to plot. To scheme. To dream of beheading every vampire you see, but you know you can't do it alone. An unlikely ally, an old enemy, reached out with a question to potentially forge an alliance: will you marry him?

Setting: The Lost's Domain - The Witch Village

Tags:[M4F][Enemies to Lovers][Royal Werewolf Speaker][Witch Queen Listener][Arranged Marriage][Flirting?][Plotting][Joining Forces][Lore Drops][Kisses][Fantasy][Supernatural][Bad Blood][Mystery][Vampires vs Everyone Else][CW: Mentions of Death/Genocide]

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[Opt. Narrator] Hundreds of years ago, the vampires of the world began to inexplicably grow more powerful. They developed unexplained powers and, with it, turned feral. No soldier, no warrior, wizard, innocent nor guilt-riddled crook could stop their growing onslaught. Millions of humans died and, at first, the monster population only looked on. At least, until they too were driven out of their homes and slaughtered en masse. Most were driven into nearby forests known to be cursed, known to trap people that enter, and known to not obey the laws of time.

You were a Witch before it all collapsed, serving your King. The same King that would drive you out. You’ve been out here with you people for so long, trying to do something. Anything, with little progress. Hope seemed lost… until an unlikely ally reached out. The Werewolf King, an ancient enemy of your kind, reached out and proposed an alliance. The history between your clans is a bloody one, and not many were willing to give it a chance unless it was bound in a meaningful way.

He has suggested the two of you wed, to bring your clans together.

You’ve accepted.

[Scene opens in the Witch Village]

[SFX: Spooky forest ambiance and people just trying to live]

[You stand before the makeshift gates of the Witch Village, watching telltale lights dance in the huge trees above]

[SFX: The gates opening]

[You focus as the gates open and in steps a very dapper-looking werewolf. He gives a wry smile and bows to you courteously]

“My humblest thanks for you agreeing to my proposition. And many more thanks for not trying to set me ablaze the second I approached the gates. I greatly appreciate not being on fire. Now… does a handshake suit you, or would you prefer I lick your hand?”

[...]

[You extend a weary hand. He does the same and you shake]

“...A strong grip. A defiant glare. Mmh… Draw back that red hood of yours, Witch Queen, and let me see what you offer.”

[Pause]

[SFX: Cloth shifting]

[The Werewolf King licks his lips, then his fangs with a low growl]

“Mmh… I see it, now.”

[Pause]

“See what? I’ll show you.”

[SFX: The Listener’s blade being knocked from their hand]

“There. I’ve knocked your blade right out of that soft little hand. Go on. Pick it up.”

[You do, never turning your gaze away from him]

[SFX: The blade being retrieved]

“Hmhmhm… No cowering, no sniveling, and you didn’t even stop looking me in the eye.”

[SFX: The Listener knocking the Wolf King’s weapon down]

“Hnh! Watch yourself, Witch… You don’t get to test me with my own tactics, not just yet.”

[Pause]

[He pauses, searching your eyes]

“Pick it up…?”

[Pause]

“…Fine.”

[He kneels and grabs his blade, not taking his eyes off of you]

“There. You’ve proven your point. You’ve… got me surrounded on all sides by runes…”

[SFX: Magic crackling]

[He seems to consider this before his shoulders begin to shake with muffled laughter, slowly building into boisterous, obnoxious joy]

[...]

“Hahaha, YES! Yes… My scouts said you were ferocious. A true warrior! Rrgh, the years out in these woods have made you witches feral, hasn’t it? Mmh, all of you in rags, using the old magics to survive… Ooh, is that a Chimera you have sat around like a lap cat?”

[Pause]

[He grins, eyes flashing dangerously as they peer into yours]

“Mmh. I like it. I like you. You’ll make a fine Queen and mother one day, I am sure, but we both know what this union’s end goal is.”

[Pause]

“Damned right. We take down the mad, vampiric son of a bitch that drove everyone but his own kind into these cursed forests. Forced to live past our prime, constantly under attack from the beasts that called this place home before we invaded. It feels like we lose people every day…”

[...]

[He huffs as you solemnly nod]

“...I don’t care who I have to marry. How many alliances we will need to claim to lead a proper charge, to take back our true home! The history between us, Witch Queen, between your kind and my own… it is a bloody one. But those vampires have gone insane, constantly returning to those vernal pools to empower themselves… I am willing to put aside the crimes of the past if you are.”

[Pause]

[SFX: Them shaking hands]

“Good. With that…”

[He reaches out, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you flush. That smile almost gets to you. Almost]

[...]

“...Will you marry me, Witch Queen?”

[Pause]

“Oh, I am just the happiest werewolf. Truly…”

[He studies you for a moment, unreadable]

“...You truly are lovely. That fire in your eyes, that unquenchable, steel-like hatred, and determination. You are someone that would walk into Hell to beat the Devil with your bare fists…”

[Pause]

“Hmhmhm… Very well. Then you are my bride, sealed in blood. Go on, use your little blade on my arm.”

[SFX: His arm being cut]

“Hnh… That blade is so sharp I didn’t even feel it. You keep your weapons in good shape.”

[Pause]

[SFX: The Listener cutting their arm and some dark magic whispers]

“Right. We hold the wounds close, and… try not to wretch as our blood carves the scar of the crescent moon.”

[Pause?]

“Why a crescent moon? Mrgh… you ask a lot of questions. It takes that shape, nnh, ow, because it is the mark of our moon goddess, Kyrenis. It is said that she is the one that gave clarity to werewolves. Let them think of things other than violence, rage, and hunger. With this mark, we take a vow that we shall not harm one another deliberately. It shows that you are my wife, now, and I have given my promise to treat you with the respect and care of that title.”

[Pause]

“We don’t have to love each other. Or even like each other. But I will be respectful and courteous, and I expect the same in return. Understood?”

[Pause]

[He does an odd half-snort, half-growl]

“‘You don’t get to give me orders’, she says. Ooh, of course, you had to be a firebrand. Honestly can’t tell if I love that or hate it.”

[Pause]

[This time, he smile-growls]

“Rrgh, you have a sharp tongue, Witch. I’m going to enjoy trying to nibble on it after our beautiful little ceremony, here.”

[Pause]

[SFX: The whispers fading and the wounds healing]

“And… there are. Matching scars, husband and wife. Well, almost. Two more steps.”

[He grunts as you grab him by the lapels and pull him into a kiss]

“Mmhrlhlr?! Mmh…? Mmh… Mwah… Alright, there is now one step. Damn, woman, you kiss like you want to kill someone.”

[Pause]

[He laughs again]

“Well, considering the next step is consummating our marriage, I don’t think I’m going to let you be in charge until you’ve cooled a bit. As much as I love the idea of you breaking my pelvis, I’d like to be cautious. You’re… smaller than I am. By a good bit.”

[Pause]

“Oh, I’m sure you can handle yourself, Witch. Er, Wife. C’mon, then. Show me, won’t you?”

[You two exchange glares but you take his hand and steer him toward your hut. He chuckles before the doorway, almost seeming in disbelief]

“Don’t want me to carry you across the threshold, ‘darling’?”

[Pause!]

“Oh, do shut me up, please. I am dying to see the ferocity that scared some of my best men.”

[SFX: A large werewolf being shoved through a small doorframe and a door slamming shut]

[To be continued]

Note: Y’all think we might see some familiar names? Find out next time on: “Esme is a Dick”.