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Post by odette on Dec 1, 2016 14:46:06 GMT
Morgana had already been gone for about awhile, making her way through the forest. It had been hard at first. She couldn't stop the tears so the bottom part of her dress had some tears in it from branches and thorns that she had stumbled upon. Her head pounded and her cheeks were stained with tears...How could he do this to her? She heard the sound of wings flapping behind her and Morgana kept moving faster. Aiden flew around the front of her and Morgana waved him off. "Go away Aiden." She tried to move past him but Aiden fluttered in front of her face and she stumbled back. "Stop it! I'm not going back! He hates me, don't you see that? It doesn't matter that I'm in love with him..." Her words broke and she sat down on a tree stump, burying her face in her hands. A cold chill ran around her and Morgana shivered. She suddenly felt eyes on her and wrapped her arms around herself as she looked around. There was no one in sight but the forest around her had gotten considerably darker even though it was still morning. "Go home Aiden..." Morgana whispered before she forced herself to stand and brushed off her skirt. She was probably just being paranoid but she had to keep moving.
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Post by su on Dec 1, 2016 17:48:01 GMT
Damian suddenly appeared in front of Morgana in a plume of black smoke, he didn't even wait for Morgana to notice him as he gripped her wrist and yanked her towards him. "My dear you really should know better then to have pushed my son away." Damian said as he smirked down at her almost gleefully. His grip tightened on her wrist as he slid his other hand down her waist in a manner that Damian would never normally do. "You really hurt his feelings back there...I mean I never would have guessed that you would have hurt him like that myself." He admitted with a little laugh. "It is sad that he's so in love with you...pathetic really." He continued with another smirk.
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Post by odette on Dec 1, 2016 20:46:33 GMT
Morgana didn't even have time to react when she felt a tight grip on her wrist and she was tugged into a body. Her heart pounded and she looked up into a pair of familiar eyes. It was Damian. Something about him seemed off but then again, she had stormed out on him. Surely he had been upset about it. Though as his hand slid down onto her waist and almost to her ass, Morgana jerked and tried to pull away from him. "Get your hands off of me-" She tugged against him but his grip was too strong for her...abnormally strong. The look in his eyes and the way he was touching her, it didn't seem like him at all. "Damian, let me go. You're scaring me-" Her words cut of as his hand moved to her ass and she shoved her fists against his chest. He had never hurt her before and he certainly had never tried touching her like this before.
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Post by su on Dec 1, 2016 21:06:43 GMT
Damian chuckled in amusement, "I'm not Damian my dear..you really are quite dim-witted aren't you?" He demanded with a sly grin. "You'd think you'd be able to tell-" His eyes suddenly flickered and then Damian let out a pained cry. "Morgana...run!" Damian managed to say moments before his eyes turned black again. His hand trailed down even lower before he squeezed her ass in a lewd manner, "You little slut...I see you're still craving his touch even now." This time it wasn't Jafar speaking though...it was Derek. "I haven't even been dead for very long and already you're behaving like a common whore." He continued, not seeming to care if his words hurt her or not.
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Post by odette on Dec 1, 2016 21:30:23 GMT
Morgana stared up at Damian in disbelief and she flinched when he suddenly let out a pained noise. Then his real voice came out and she looked at him in horror. It really hadn't been Damian before...the voices were different. It was...It was Jafar's voice. Gods how could she not have noticed? She had been so blinded by her emotions once again. Though when he spoke again, her skin paled when she recognized the voice. The way he squeezed her ass caused a wave of memories to crash over her. "Derek...gods he wasn't lying..." Morgana tried to shove him away but all it did was cause her to fall back against a tree. Within moments, she was pinned between his body and the tree. "I haven't tried to sleep with him, that's not why I've been staying with him. I love him!" She pressed herself back, trying to get as much distance between them as she could. "Get out of him. Let him go, please...I gave you whatever you wanted, why are you still here?"
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Post by su on Dec 2, 2016 1:05:22 GMT
Damian pressed her against the tree, not caring if he hurt her by doing so. "Oh it's too late for that...Damian's as good as dead by now." He growled, his hands bruising her arms. Before she could react he snapped his fingers so she was naked, "Besides why bargain when I can just take what I want?" He demanded in a low tone as he smirked down at her. He slid his hand down and thrust his fingers into her harshly, smirking at the feel of her walls around his fingers. "Haven't you figured it out? I'm here because he absorbed my consciousness into his own. It took a long time...but now he's no longer in the picture, now it's just me and Jafar." He growled twisting his fingers inside her.
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Post by odette on Dec 2, 2016 3:41:35 GMT
Morgana stared up at him in horror as he spoke. Damian couldn't be dead...he had to be in there somewhere. She jerked when her clothes disappeared and she tried to cover herself but his hands still held her arms firmly. Before she could stop him, he thrust his fingers into her and Morgana gasped. Her head turned to the side in embarrassment as her reflexes threw her back into her times with Derek. Even though this was Damian's body, the touch felt the same and her body instantly tensed. "You're wrong..I...I know he's still in there." She whispered, her voice halting as his fingers thrust into her. There had to be some way to snap him out of this. "Damian...please hear me." Morgana whispered and in a desperate attempt, she pressed her lips against his. His fingers twisted inside of her and she let out a pained cry, forcing her to pull back from the kiss and her nails dug into his arms. "Please stop..." She whimpered but as she looked over his shoulder, her breath was taken from her. Through the trees she saw her father...he looked like he was searching for something. Like he was searching for her. Oh gods. If he saw this, he would kill Damian in an instant.
John made his way through the woods, looking behind everything he could think of. Even though Morgana had left a note saying she was leaving, he and Odette were still worried sick. That wasn't like Morgana at all. The sound of a struggle caught his attention and his gaze flicked over to see a young man and a woman. Though the more he looked, the more he recognized her. It was his daughter. It was Morgana. Within moments, John was near then and he grabbed Damian by the shoulders. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He growled and put himself between Damian and Morgana.
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Post by su on Dec 2, 2016 4:48:49 GMT
Damian smiled as Morgana suddenly leaned forward to kiss him, "You think true love's kiss has any meaning here?" He demanded as he sneered down at her. He was so caught up in hurting Morgana that he failed to notice the man coming up from behind. He doubled over as John forcibly yanked him away from Morgana and straightened with his eyes burning black. "Well it's a family reunion after all...I am so pleased to see you again Your Majesty." He said sarcastically as he bowed mockingly in John's direction. Then he glanced over at Morgana's direction, "Aren't you going to tell him the good news? I'm sure he'll just be thrilled...after all this kind of thing runs in the family wouldn't you say?" He asked darkly. His eyes flickered and Damian doubled over as if in pain, "You...should...go." He groaned as he took a step back keeping his gaze averted.
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Post by odette on Dec 2, 2016 5:07:39 GMT
John felt his anger rising up as the man before him spoke. Morgana swallowed as she tried to make sense of what was happening but before she could, Damian seemed to return to normal. "Damian!" When he doubled over in pain, Morgana shot forward but John caught her and kept her behind him. "Father, please! It's not his fault!" John tightened his grip on Morgana and forcefully kept her away from Damian. "Not until you explain what is going on. This man was just assaulting you and you don't even care!" He snapped his fingers and clothed her in another dress. "I...I can't explain everything but that...that's Damian. Your son, my brother..Jafar is in his head and now so is Derek. That wasn't him trying to hurt me, he never would! Please, you have to do something." She begged and gripped her father's arms. John stared at her before he looked over at Damian. It made sense...there was a sense of familiarity coming from the boy and if Morgana said it was him, it had to be true. John turned before he knelt down before Damian and reached his hand out, resting it on the boy's shoulder. "Damian?"
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Post by su on Dec 2, 2016 5:21:21 GMT
Damian flicked his head towards John, "You should....really go...it's too late for me." He somehow managed to say as he sat there shaking before he summoned a sword into his hand and offered it to John. "I'm being torn apart...I want to be free of this pain. I know what I have to do but I don't know if I have the strength to do it. Help me...help me end this." He said as he stared in John's direction pleadingly. His eyes kept flickering showing an internal struggle that he couldn't handle on his own. "Please...I...I don't know how long I have." He shakily admitted as he stared up at him, Gods it hurt to even think. The sword in his hand felt heavy...almost like he wouldn't be able to release it even if he wanted too.
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Post by odette on Dec 3, 2016 3:30:00 GMT
John glanced down at the sword that Damian summoned and his hand slowly reached for it. Even though he had only just met this man, he could tell that it was Damian. His love for Morgana was just as strong as it had been when they were children. And it was obvious to him that Morgana strongly believed him and wanted to keep him safe. Morgana's eyes widened at Damian's words and without even thinking, she shot forward when John reached for the sword. "No! No, you can't!" She pulled on John's shoulders as she tried to get her father away. "Morgana, this is not your choice. If he wants his life to end, you must grant that wish to him. You see the pain he is in. You cannot be selfish." John had turned to look at her as he spoke, his grip loose on the hilt of the sword. Morgana hung her head and shivered. "He can't die...There has to be another way..."
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Post by su on Dec 3, 2016 7:45:36 GMT
While they were speaking, Damian's body slowly became slack and his eyes turned black once again. His grip tightened on the sword's hilt, and then he moved rather suddenly. John was only barely able to intercept Damian's true target...but at a price. For a few moments Damian stared straight at John as he stared at Damian wide-eyed. The sword had gone straight through John's chest and out the other side, Damian said nothing just stared at him as if not recognizing what he had just done but not seeming to care either. John slid a hand up and cupped Damian's face fleetingly before Damian twisted the blade before he yanked it free. John's body collapsed to the ground, blood spilling out of him as he lay at Damian's feet. A few tears slowly crept down Damian's face as his grip loosened just slightly on the sword hilt. The smell of blood permeated the air as he stared blankly ahead of him, not taking in anything as he stumbled away from John's body. The sword tumbled out of his hand before he turned on his heel and fled, not daring to stop as he used the last of his strength to carry himself as far away from Morgana as possible.
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Post by odette on Dec 3, 2016 15:37:21 GMT
It had been six months since John's death and winter had fallen over the kingdom. The morning it all happened was still a blur to Morgana. They were found later that afternoon in the forest by a patrol of guards. Morgana had been unconscious, lying on her dead father's chest. There was so much blood that the guards had thought they were both injured. Morgana didn't speak to anyone for weeks when she returned home. It took her a few months to even tell her mother what had happened but when she did, everything came out. Jafar, Derek, and Damian. She told her mother everything. Tonight was her coronation. Now she was queen. Her mother had become an advisor and would lead Morgana in any important decisions until she no longer required the help. Morgana hadn't wanted to stay for the celebration though...she was still mourning the loss of her father. She had retired to her bedroom and already changed into her nightdress and held a robe tightly around her body. Morgana could hear the party going on downstairs but she tried to ignore it and get some rest. She hadn't slept well at all in the past six months but even because of that, she couldn't sleep. Nightmares had plagued her almost every night. Gods she missed Damian...her nightmares always melted away when she was with him. She didn't blame him for the death of her father. It hadn't been him, she knew that. But her nightmares still held that darker side of him...She'd dream of him raping her or even killing her. It scared her to her core but she still loved him. She moved toward the window and watched the snow fall outside. Her mind always wondered what he was going...how he was doing...was he even alive?
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