Context: You were given the title 'Isasalamel' at a young age. It means "they, who wake the forest", which is fitting, seeing how your power allows you immense control over flora and fauna alike. Unfortunately, that power has attracted the attention of a man or, a god-king, that has hunted you for years. After all this time, he is here, at last, and will not leave without you.

Setting: The planet Demetriss

Tags: [MM4A][Evil Godking Speaker][Satyr Speaker][Two Speakers][Innocent Magical Listener][Life and Death][Sci-Fi/Fantasy][Surprise Kiss][Forcibly Kidnapped][But Listener is OK With It?][CW: Battle/Mentioned Genocide]

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[A] = Godking Aventus, dramatic death boi, not as adorable

[B] = Buck, the village Elder, and adorable satyr

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[Scene opens…]

[SFX: The sounds of panic and Sci-Fi gunfire]

[You shoot awake from the sound, almost hitting your head in the process. It takes a moment before you realize that the village Elder is desperately trying to cover your enclosure]

[Pause???]

[B, breathless] “I-It’s him… Godking A-Aventus has found us at long last…”

[Pause]

[B] “Yes… It’s you he wants. It’s all that psychopath has ever wanted! We have to protect you, y-you’re too important to lose now! Ancestors curse it, I thought…I thought this orb would keep him from being able to feel you…”

[The village elder rests a hand on the crystalline orb holding you with immense sadness in his old eyes]

[Pause]

[B] “W-What? No, you cannot talk to him! He’ll ferry you away to do gods only knows what! This man is evil incarnate, Isa. There is nothing that he could want you for that will be good, and your power should NEVER be used to harm others! He’s obsessed!”

[Pause]

[B] “Yes, he wants to see you because he wants to TAKE you, to… I don’t even know, but you must understand, Isa, that this man has slaughtered billions! Nothing, not a single thing that he could want from you, is going to be good!”

[Pause]

[The Elder looks at you, stunned]

[B] “...O-Of course we trust you, Isasalamel! You, who wakes the forest, who brings our crops and land to fruition every year, without expecting anything in return! You are loved, here, worshipped! There is no one else like you in the cosmos, that is why you cannot be given to that wicked man!”

[Pause]

[He searches you for a moment as chaos rages outside]

[B] “... please, just… Be careful… He’s not known to spare anyone, even those pleading for their lives…”

[SFX: Sci-Fi magic shenanigans]

[The Elder releases you from your enclosure and you stand, resting a hand briefly on his gnarled old horns before stepping out into the fray]

[SFX: More shooting and general chaos]

[You hear some of the others cry out for you to hide, and retreat, but you keep walking forward as flowers bloom in your wake. A terrific, gentle warmth follows you… only to meet a profound, terrible cold]

[SFX: Plants growing and twisting]

[A deep, dark voice cuts through everything, even your thoughts:]

[A] “Enough.”

[Without question, the enemy troops immediately stop in place, even if it earns them a stabbing or two. From the head of the charge, a man in obsidian armor approaches you, staring down at you with an icy veneer. He beckons you forward and you obey, shivering as his cold fingers trail up your neck to under your chin]

[A] “And there you are… Isasalamel. They, who wake the forests. Come, stand before me. Let me look upon the rarest thing in the universe… You do not seem intimidated by me touching your neck or chin, Isasalamel. Is that from your famed golden heart or are you simply a good actor, hm?”

[Pause]

[His eyebrow perks briefly but he gives nothing away]

[A] “... It’s nice to meet you, too. I am sure you know who I am already, seeing as how I’ve been hunting you for over a decade now… Rather annoying.”

[Pause]

[A] “Mm. Men, kill the rest of the satyrs here, and let us be off this podunk planet.”

[Pause]

[A] “Oh? You won’t go with me willingly if I hurt your people, hm? And what do you expect to do about it if I don’t? Will you, perhaps, force me to eat my vegetables?”

[Pause]

[A] “That’s adorable. You aren’t the only one with powers, my dear. Allow me to show you.”

[He takes your wrist. Hard enough to get your attention, but not enough to hurt]

[A] “Feel that…? The ice-cold touch of death surging through you, making all of your little plants wither and decompose? It’s never enough for me, love. I crave death nonstop, and this is the simplest way to…to, ah…”

[He glances down to where a sea of vines are resting around his ankles]

[A] “That’s a lot of vines around my ankles, dear. Why hesitate? Why not “strike the demon down”?”

[Pause]

[He snorts and shakes his head]

[A] “The universe doesn’t want you to. Very well, I will spare these horned hicks, if it pleases you. I’m not about to let my pride get in the way of successfully capturing you. Men, let them be. And don’t return to finish the job covertly later. No, just… just don’t interact with them, gods above! Idiots…”

[Pause?]

[The Godking turns back to you, still somewhat droll]

[A] “Why do I want you so badly? Oh, you know, I thought you were cute and was too shy to send a “Do you like me, check one” note.”

[Pause??]

[A] “...no. Not really. That was sarcasm.”

[Pause]

[A] “Gods above, just get on the damned ship. And don’t try anything funny, if you’d please, I’ve already decided how I’ll kill you if you disobey and it’s particularly gruesome.”

[Pause]

[You turn to look at the people that helped safeguard you for years and assure them it will be OK]

[A] “Yes, yes, tears and sobs, boo hoo. Come, Isasalamel. I shall take you to where you are truly needed.”

[You believe him and let yourself be led aboard a ship that’s easily bigger than ten of your villages combined]

[A] “Hold for a moment.”

[You pause and feel his fingers run through your hair and pluck a flower free]

[A] “Hm. A daisy growing right in your hair. How repulsively sweet.”

[He tosses the flower to the side and you catch it, tucking it away for later. However, in midstep, he turns to you and, without warning, kisses you]

[Pause???]

[A] “Mmh. Hm? Why did I kiss you? To savor my victory, dear… You taste like honey, by the way. If you have other flavors, do feel free to put them on next time I wish to celebrate.”

[With that and a slightly dramatic flip of his cape, he vanishes inside the ship. His men escort you to a nice enough room and you sit, listening to the ship rumble as it takes off]

[...]

[You weren’t expecting your first kiss to come via a Godking but, hey, stranger things have happened]

[To be continued]