damirae week 2021
tuesday, may 4th - dark fantasy/ fairytale
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title: Bewitched
summary: "There's a sly and satisfied smirk playing on her lips, and for a moment, he knows she has bewitched him, body and soul. This girl— this demon— is going to be his downfall. "
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It is a moonless night when the most powerful members of the League of Assassins are gathered in the catacombs of the sacred city of Eth Alth'eban. There are at least 20 men wearing dark-green hoods to cover their faces, each holding a lit candle in order to provide just the minimum luminosity for the ceremony that is about to take place. Their leader, Damian Al'Ghul, stands straight as he holds his powerful countenance, his emerald eyes never leaving the deteriorated book in his hands. A conjuring circle has been drawn with the ancient sand of the white desert, and at this moment, all the preparations have been concluded.
At last, the time has come. After spending years studying the dark arts and reading countless manuscripts on the matter, Damian is finally ready to take the next step towards a prosperous future. He is about to do what his predecessors never had the guts to, and with this action, a new era for the League is about to begin. He will make his grandfather proud by rewriting the history of their organization. He will be respected and his name, finally, immortalized.
"From hell, I, Damian Al'Ghul summon thou. Break the gates, unleash thy power and come forward. Step into this world now that the shadows cover this land. Be mine, demon, and my heart shall be yours for eternity." He closes the book, handling it to one of the servants standing next to him. His hand reaches for the dagger in his belt, and in a fraction of a second, he tears the skin of his right hand. Red blood oozes from the sash and he lets it drip over the circle, tinging the white sand into a bright crimson. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos."
The last words come as a whisper and a profound silence envelops the room. A couple of seconds pass, and though he can practically touch the thick anxiety of his subordinates around him, there's no room for hesitation in his core. His pulse suddenly increases and it's as if he can feel his heart constricting inside his ribcage. It's not painful, not in the least. In fact, it gives him a feeling of fulfillment, and as he embraces this feeling, the ground beneath his feet starts to shake.
A dust of wind invades the catacombs, the lights of a few candles fading in consequence. Suddenly, an ominous fog swirls inside the circle, delicate at first, but quickly escalating into a dark vortex. Breathing gets harder, as if all the oxygen is quickly vanishing, and from the corner of his eyes, he can see some of the elder man falling on their knees, holding their throats and gasping for air. He doesn't move, though. He can't, for his feet are suddenly too heavy and something tells him he shouldn't move a single muscle.
So he doesn't. He stands his ground for what feels like an eternity, but eventually, the turmoil ceases and a dark sphere appears over the circle, floating steadily. His ears capture the sound of his men recovering, and some even take a step closer to him, as if to offer their prince some support. They have their blades ready, but Damian knows they won't do anything unless he commands them to. There's no need for violence. At least not yet.
After almost a full minute, the orb then dissolves and a small figure is now kneeled on the floor, the runes of the circle now shinning with a purple aura. His men are left in pure awe at the scene in front of them, but Damian doesn't let those feelings take over him. His eyes are slowly studying the figure, and it doesn't take long for him to realize the demon he has summoned has a human form— the form of a woman, apparently.
Her head is lowered, dark hair falling forward. She's naked, her bare skin pale as the finest porcelain and slim curves outlining her figure. Her arms are wrapped across her chest in a protective way, and he is quick to notice the way she's shivering. She's cold, he thinks. It's mid winter here, and perhaps, she must still be used to the warmer temperatures of hell.
"Bring me a source of fire. Now." He orders, and his subordinates don't question, quickly lighting a brazier. In a swift move, then, Damian unbuttons the cape that falls over his shoulders and wraps it around her. He's crouched now, his feet invading the circle and his face just a few inches away from hers. When he reaches out for her now covered shoulder, she trembles under his touch. His eyes squint a bit, and slowly, he watches as she finally lifts her face.
Their eyes are connected now. His emeralds and her amethyst clashing and he can't find it in himself to look away. She's enticing, seductive, even. Her eyes are as deep as autumn's starry skies, and her rosy lips are slowly parting as she studies his expression. There's a red crystal on her forehead, and it's as if flames are dancing inside of it.
Damian is mesmerized by her ethereal beauty. She's probably the most beautiful creature he has ever seen, and for a moment, her pure looks make him forget that she is, in fact, a demon. A demon he has summoned to help him achieve his goals.
Once realization strikes him back, he blinks and breaks eye contact. He stands up, his imposing figure now towering over her body as he reaches out, offering his hand to help her stand. At first, her eyes are just staring at him, but eventually, she accepts his gesture and he can properly feel her icy touch clashing against his warm skin. Though her legs are still shaky, she manages to stand up, and as expected, she's smaller than him. She lets go of his hand once she's confident enough to stand alone, and though her eyes were only filled with confusion until this point, now, he can see a new flame behind her irises.
She's examining her surroundings now, and he wonders if she's either planning a way to escape or to kill all of them— for their sake, he hopes it's not the latter. The demoness takes a deep breath, then, and her attention returns to him.
"So you're the one who's summoned me." Her voice is low, almost velvety, and he senses an inch of growing confidence in it.
"Yes." He confirms. "You will help me achieve my goals." His eyes are determined as those words roll out of his tongue, and that determination evokes a smirk on her lips.
"Oh, is that so? How can you be so sure of that? Tell me what's stopping me from killing you and all of your men?"
The lack of hesitation in her voice causes a turmoil in his men, and they were quick to unsheathe their blades. Rage fills their hearts, and their blood-thirst is almost palpable now.
"Just say the word, your majesty." One of them says, and it's clear that they only need the minimum approval from Damian to slit her throat.
"Is this your pathetic excuse for backup?" She huffs, not bothering to spare them a single glance. They're growing more irritated, but she pays them no mind. "I see why you needed a demon, then."
"You devil creature! How dare yo— "
"Enough." He says, firmly, with a reprimanding tone towards his men. If anything, he won't let them fall for her tricky games so easily. He's glaring at her now, yet she doesn't seem intimidated by him in the least. "If you wanted us dead, you would've done it by now."
"Very astute, your majesty." She mocks, finally turning her amethyst orbs to his men. "At ease, gentlemen. No one needs to die here tonight. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to speak alone with you, Damian Al'Ghul."
"Very well." He turns to his men. "You can leave now."
"What?! Master Damian, we shouldn't have done this. We can just kill her and get back to the way we were before. We can—"
"Don't you dare finish this sentence, sergeant." He speaks, harshly. "I forbid you or anyone else in this facility to bring her any harm. Have I made myself clear?" There's a screaming silence after his words, but eventually, his men bow their heads in acceptance. Hands are clenched into tight fists, and at last, her smirk fades from her face. For that, Damian is thankful.
In less than a second, all the men surrounding them leave the room. The light from the lit fire outlines their silhouettes as they now stand face to face. She's still wrapped around his green and golden cape, and there's a serious expression decorating her features now.
"So, Damian…" She starts, squinting her eyes in defiance. With her powers, the magic book he's used to conjure the spells comes floating to her hands, and she's quick to start flipping through its dusty pages. "You might be aware of this already, but you have used a pretty powerful grimoire to summon a demon like me. The mage who wrote this spells certainly knew what he was doing, for he's found a way to turn the tables against us, evil creatures."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"It means we can't just fool you, humans, into doing whatever we want like we've been doing for the past centuries." She smirks. "At least not so easily anymore. With the spells in this book, giving you my real name or stuff like that makes absolutely no difference."
"And what is it? Your name, I mean."
Her eyes stare at him for a while, and though she takes a couple of seconds to try and read him, eventually, she gives in. "Raven. You can call me Raven."
"Raven." He tests her name in his own voice, and unconsciously, he finds himself enjoying the way it rolls out of his tongue. "Pleasure to meet you."
"Pleasure is all mine." She replies, finally closing the book with a loud noise. "Well, you've summoned me from the depths of hell, Damian. You don't need to tell me your reasons for it, but please, do tell me, what is it that you want me to do? How can I serve you?"
He nods at her, and even if Damian knows better than to simply trust a demon, he believes she's being genuine. Though there are still a lot of things he has yet to learn about dark magic, he knows that the book he's used gives him the higher ground against her. There are taming spells there that can subdue her to his wills, and if anything, she's not allowed to kill him. They're bound together for as long as he wants to, and giving her his heart in exchange for that felt quite acceptable.
They're each holding the strings of each other's lives, and with that, he believes they will find balance.
"I want what all the humans in my position want, Raven. I want enough power to protect my man and the things we stand for. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Nothing more, huh?" Her brows quirk, and she takes a few steps closer to him. Her eyes are on his, and he would be lying if he said he didn't spot a certain curiosity in her demeanor. "Don't you want to rule the world, Damian? Don't you want to be feared by nations and create your own empire?"
"No." He says, promptly. "A true leader should not be feared, but respected."
"How very honorable for a human." She teases, finally returning the book to him. "But this is none of my business. I'm in no position to defy your wishes. I'm bound to consent if that's what you want."
She turns away from him, then, and he watches as his cape dances around her slim legs. She stretches her arms and neck, and that's when he reminds himself that, even if she's a creature from hell, Raven still has her own wishes and desires. They've made a contract, and even if the odds are in his favor, there must be something in it for her, too. He refuses to believe that a human heart is enough to pay for what could be a life of servitude.
The leader of the Assassins takes a deep breath, then, as he decides to venture unexplored territory. His intentions are noble— at least he thinks they are— and he doesn't hesitate before speaking. "And what is it that you want, Raven?"
"Me?" She asks, curiosity lacing her voice. She turns to face him once more, and he catches a glimpse of interest in her amethyst eyes. "What do you mean?"
"I'm asking you what is it that you want. What will you get from helping me?"
"Isn't it obvious?" She asks, her tongue instinctively running across her lower lip. "I'll be finally free, Damian."
"Free?" He arcs his brows as he tries to understand her words. "Can you really be free while bounded to a human?"
"You humans have a very idealistic sense of freedom. We are bound together, that's true, but that doesn't mean you're taking away my freedom. It's quite the opposite, in fact."
"How so?"
"You took me away from hell, Damian. And though it might not be the worst place for us, demons, it's still pretty hard not to lose control when all of those suffering souls are screaming inside your head." She smiles, weakly, but genuinely. "Now that I'm only connected to you, it's easier to think straight. My mind isn't crowded anymore, and that alone sets me free. If you are to put me in a cage for the rest of your life, so be it. At least I will some peace."
His lips go agape after her words, and he feels his heart skipping a beat. Though he initially believed to know enough about demons due to his previous studies, Damian now knows that there's a lot more about them he has yet to understand. They're creatures with thoughts and emotions, and some of them might still carry some traces of humanity. Though malice and wickedness might prevail in their core, perhaps— just perhaps— some of them can come to comprehend feelings such as mercy and happiness.
Perhaps, together, they can eventually comprehend the meaning of love.
The heart inside his chest, though no longer his, beats faster as his eyes continue to stare at her. A sense of dignity and justice takes over him, and before he knows it, his hand is already placed over her shoulder. His touch is tender, and he watches as bewilderment spreads around her face. "You won't be trapped in a cage, Raven. I want you to rule by my side, and we will stand together against whatever might come for us. I will give you anything you might desire. I will keep you safe."
As his words sink in, a slow smile takes over her lips, and she uses her right hand to remove his from her shoulder. "A human protecting a demon… How amusing." Her small fingers are now holding his, and he notices how foreign her touch feels. Still, she's gentle. "Not trapping a demon in a cage, huh… You might regret this decision later, Damian."
"I won't." He nods, his grip on her fingers tightening. "You will be free by my side. I give you my word."
His promises come out almost as a whisper, and he watches as her expression, though still very strict, shows signs of excitement. Her amethyst eyes seem to shine brighter now, and her thin lips are slowly turning upwards. Right now, Damian is captivated by her genuine beauty and he can't control the sudden desire to have her that has grown inside of him. Perhaps it's part of the original contract or even a curse she's putting on him. Whatever it is, he can't find it in himself to fight against this urge.
Raven blinks one more time, and slowly, her hand slides from his and she's now cupping his cheek. Her thumb slides across his olive skin, and he can't help but allow the weight of his head to rest over her palm. Their eyes are connected and he can feel a soft breeze coming from her slightly parted lips. She's incredibly close now. So close that if he leans in, his lips might brush hers. The thought of kissing her crosses his mind, and though it might seem too misplaced, it's not completely absurd.
She's the owner of his heart, after all. Though the meaning of it might not be the same for her, he is still human. He is still a man.
"Raven, I—"
"Shh…" She silences him, her eyes now only half opened. "Don't say anything you might regret later."
"I— "
Before he can even finish his words, Raven is the one who closes the gap between them. Her lips are pressed firmly against his in a soft and chaste kiss, and his body is quick to respond to her action. His arm slowly snakes around her small body, bringing her closer so they can deepen the kiss. Damian can feel the curves of her bare breasts against his chest and he can feel his body warming up at her touch.
Their tongues brush softly against one another, and once he adds a little roughness to the kiss, he's able to elicit a soft moan from the depths of her throat. She responds to him promptly, their lips moving in perfect synchrony. Though it might not be natural for two extremely different creatures to engage in such actions, the desire running through his veins seems to be controlling his movements, and he doesn't think he has the strength to break free.
His mind is revolving around her right now, and though it might feel a little clouded, Damian doesn't think he has ever felt more powerful or sane in his entire life. He can barely feel his own heart beating anymore, but the power that now courses through his body is making him feel incredibly alive.
What is she doing to him? He doesn't know, not really. However, he doesn't really care about it right now.
He's entranced by her, and there's no turning back anymore. At least not until his heart stops beating.
His need for air forces him to retreat momentarily, their foreheads resting against one another. His lungs are desperate for fresh air, and judging by the way her ribcage is moving fast, he assumes she's just as needy.
"What have you done to me?" He asks, still breathless. The turmoil inside his body seems to be fading, and at last, he can think straight again.
"Nothing your heart didn't wish for, Damian." Raven answers, sliding her hand across his chest, until it's placed over his heart. She can feel it beating against her palm, and he notices how focused she seems. There's a sly and satisfied smirk playing on her lips, and for a moment, he knows she has bewitched him, body and soul. This girl— this demon— is going to be his downfall.
And the worst part is that he's looking forward to it.
fin.
a/n: day 2 and here we are! Ngl, I had this idea while watching a weird show and I'm pretty happy with the result. Both Raven and Damian are such amazing characters to play with, and I think it's our duty as shippers to explore them and their love. Well, what did you think? Hope you've enjoyed it! Thank you for reading it, and see ya!