The Midnight Hour Cometh
Written by EvantheNerd83
Author's Note: I do not own Star Vs The Forces of Evil. Daron Nefcy and Disney Television do. I wrote this before season 3, okay?
When he came to her that night, she knew something was wrong.
It didn't make any sense at first. He might have visited her multiple times in order to get her back, a goal that was foolish and immature given her feelings towards him. But he never did so at night.
Until that night at least. She saw his face peering over her and sat up in confusion, asking over and over again why he was in her room.
No answer.
She realized what was happening the moment he grinned a needle-toothed smile and grabbed her wrists, claws digging into her flesh. A pain rushed through her body. A cold dread. Horror. Her mouth opened for a passing scream, but it snapped shut. On their own. Her legs started to kick the air as he moved a hand down. Something held her arms up, together.
The grin on his face grew as she heard something unzip.
He stared into her eyes as he took out-
She saw... It.
He laughed and pushed her legs apart, freeing the scent he had been seeking.
Sharp claws traced her smooth legs, up to her thighs and underneath the hem of her nightgown. And then, they grabbed soft cotton. And then, she felt the cotton being pulled down.
And then...
... And then...
She screamed. She screamed into her own mouth. Her body jolted and fought and struggled and the struggle was useless. She was torn. She was battered. She was beaten.
And when It came, It felt like the sun, a thousand suns all dying in a holocaust of self-destruction, his kingdom running through her.
She stopped screaming. She stopped moving. She even stopped breathing. She just laid there as he poured himself into her, rooted It inside of her. A piece of himself.
Hell festered in her womb.