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Demonology: Asmodeus assignment: Task 4 (Extra Credit) - Write an Asmodeus!AU
Insane Prompt List: 815. (restriction) Only Trio Era characters.
Ultimate Battle Competition: Single Accessory Price 300 words (color) green
Matchmaking Club: Romilda Vane/Parvati Patil (plot point) a rebound after a break up
Crazy Cone Contraptions: Spicy Sandwich Dream (pairing) Romilda/? (Parvati)
Wacky Wandmakers: Dogwood Wood Wand (Era) Trio, and Kelpie Hair Core (character) Padma Patil
Supernatural Fanclub Merfolk: Madison (scenario) being caught in the nude
Warning for Asmodeus!AU, Cult!AU, possession, mentions of sexual encounters, and out of character. Word count is 1,822 words. I hope you all enjoy Revenge is a Dish Best Served Lusty.
The vivid green of the dress lying on the floor next to Romilda's bed was the first thing she noticed when she awoke the next morning. Her head was pounding as hard as her heart was. She felt the room spin around her and the arm that was pinning her to the dark haired woman's side tighten considerably.
How did I get here? She thought in a panic trying not to struggle as she tried to escape the vice like grip on her.
All she'd done was go out and try to get over her break up with Lavender. That's all she had done or at least that was what she had to keep telling herself. She didn't want to admit to what she had really done that had gotten her into this mess.
But as the memories of Lavender's parting words to her and the things that had happened last night, she knew one thing for sure. She should have never messed with Lavender Brown in the first place.
"You've been acting strange for some time now, Lav," Parvati sighed, folding her arms over her chest. "We don't spend as much time together as we used."
"I told you that what I do is very important," Lavender said, getting defensive like she usually did when Parvati mentioned her distantness. "I have…"
"Important responsibilities. I know. You've said that the last four times I brought the subject up but you don't understand how being left to fend for myself is making me feel, Lav. I feel like you love your job and responsibilities that come with it more than you love me."
"You're being ridiculous. We just have to wait for things to calm down at work and then…"
"I think we should see other people, Lav." She choked back a sob as she held her hand to her mouth. She loved Lavender but something was keeping Lavender from loving her back fully. Something dangerous and Parvati didn't particularly want to stick around to find out what.
"Par, are you kidding me?" Lavender glared in anger. "I tell you that I'm stressed at work and what do you do? You break up with me."
"That's just it. It's not all about you and your job, Lavender. Maybe if you realized that before now this wouldn't be happening?"
"Par…."
"Don't!"
"Just hear me out, please."
"I don't want to hear it. I've heard it more times than I care to admit I have." She looked around the apartment that had been theirs. Her things would have to be gathered later on when Lavender left for work. "I'm going to pack a bag and go to my sister's apartment and stay with her. I'll come back and collect my things a little later."
"If you walk out that door, you'll regret it," Lavender screamed. "I'll make sure you do, mark me, Parvati Patil."
Parvati sighed and gathered the amount of clothes that would fit into her overnight bag. She knew that Lavender would throw a fit like this. She also knew that once this was over and done with the blonde girl wouldn't follow through on her threats. Lavender was a lover not a fighter. How wrong she was?
As soon as the door closed behind Parvati, Lavender broke down. She was sad, and angry at the same time. Didn't Parvati know the strain she was under? She'd just been promoted to acolyte of the cult of Amodeus.
"You don't think I'll follow through on my threat, do you, Par?" she asked the closed door Parvati had gone through. "Well we'll see about that."
She knew the ritual to summon the demon of lust as well as any other acolyte of Amodeus's didn. She gathered the things that she would need and performed the ritual without flaw.
The overwhelming powerful stench of sulfur told her the ritual had worked. But she didn't understand the form he chose to come to her in. The form he chose was that of the girl that Lavender had been cheating on Parvati with for months now.
"You called, my loyal servant?" the demon asked, prowling around Lavender like a cat about ready to pounce. "Am I to do your bidding, as though you were the master and I the servant? Not the other way around?"
"I figured that you would reward one of your loyal subjects, my lord, by helping her with a problem of hers," Lavender said nervously. She watched the cat like way the one she summoned walked around. A feeling she only felt for two people pooling deep within her.
"What does my servent require me to do?" The beautiful facade of the prince of hell reached and teasingly stroked her arm.
It felt like a trail of fire was going down her arm where Amodeus had touched her and pooling in her core. She blushed a pretty pink.
"I would like your help to get revenge upon my ex-girlfriend, Parvati Patil," Lavender gulped trying not to attack him...her….it.
"But why come to me? There are others more suited to your task than I. Why not go to one of them?"
"Because I want my revenge to be…"
"Sinful?"
Lavender nodded.
"Say no more, my child," the feminine voice purred, making Lavender's knees weak and head float. "But I need something from you first to seal our arrangement."
"Anything," Lavender gasped out.
"You," came the slight purr against Lavender's ear. "All of you."
"I'm yours," she moaned, pushing her lips against the soft ones of her master's facade. "I'm yours to do whatever you like with." She allowed herself to be led to the bed she and Parvati used to share. She felt no shame, as the green dress that Parvati had given her for her birthday fell to the floor in a puddle of fabric.
It had been four months since her break up with Lavender and Parvati had yet to get back out there. She couldn't let the blonde-haired, blue eyed girl go as easily as she thought she could. Tears stinging her eyes she slumped down onto her sister Padma's couch.
"It's about time you got up," Padma said, concern coloring her voice. "You're starting to scare me, Par. It's been four months already. You should be able to move on."
"But Lavender and I have had years together," she said, the unshed tears filling her voice. "You don't just get over that in less than four months."
"Maybe it would help if you took the first step to getting over her?" Padma folded her arms over her chest and gave Parvati the look brokered no arguments. "You're going to get dressed up tonight and we are going to a bar. I want to see you at least attempt to interact with someone besides me."
"Fine," sighed Pavati, "but I won't have fun."
"We'll see about that."
The dance music swelled around Parvati, as she and her sister danced on the dance floor. Maybe Padma was right. She did have to start somewhere. Maybe right here and right now would be the way she started to get over Lavender. That's when she spotted her.
The dark-haired, brown-eyed girl in the green dress, that looked suspiciously like the one that she had bought Lavender for her last birthday, sauntered up to Parvati. Hips swaying in that way that begged to be grabbed and held onto.
"Hey, sexy," the girl purred, as she started grinding on Parvati. "What's your name?"
"Parvati," she said, not realizing that she was openly staring at this beautiful being dancing with her. "What's your name?"
"Romilda. Romilda Vane."
Padma winked at Parvati as she and her boyfriend Terry Boot went off in the opposite direction. Parvati was thankful for that least. She didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of not only Romilda, but also her sister and soon to be brother-in-law, if Micheal ever got around to proposing.
"I haven't seen you here before," Romilda said, pressing against Parvati giving her a good glance at her bosom. "I would have recognized someone as good looking as you if you'd been here before."
"I don't usually come to places like this," Parvati admitted. "I recently broke up with my girlfriend and my sister, the girl who just left, she thought that it would help me to get back out there if I came here."
"Then I should thank her for that," Romilda's hand slipped into Parvati's and pulled her towards the bar. "Let me buy you a drink."
Parvati nodded eager to please the first person to make her feel like this since Lavender. She doesn't know when one drink turns into two, or for that matter when she started to feel drunk. She just knows that the more she's with Romilda the more she keeps forgetting about Lavender and that's what she had wanted to do in the first place. Forget about Lavender and have fun. But most of all move on.
"You look delicious," heard Romilda say, the thing was Romilda had drank as much as Parvati had and she didn't even sound drunk. "Do you mind if I have a taste?"
Parvati knows she say no. She wants to say no but her mind is so clouded and foggy. She just wants to feel good and she's pretty sure her body is telling her that would feel good.
"My place or yours?"
The next few hours passed in hazy blur and she doesn't know how they got to Romilda's place, or even how they got through the door. Their bodys are so entangled by this point that they look like a pair of conjoined twins. All limbs and hands.
"Bed," Parvati pants as she feels Romilda's hands fumbling with the hem of her black dress. "Now."
Romilda tosses the dress aside and her own follows shortly after. The rest is pure bliss in Parvati's mind. She hasn't felt anything quite like it. She knows she'll never feel anything quite like it again.
It is in the aftermath of it all that she sees it. Lavender's revenge, along with a mark that she'd seen on Lavender quite recently. One that Lavender said had to do with her job. Parvati tried to move to get away but the arms holding her tightened.
"You belong to me now, little one, and I don't easily let go," a voice Parvati didn't know escaped Romilda's lips. A masculine voice. A frightening voice. One she never wished to hear again. "This one learned the same thing too." Romilda's hand pointed towards her own chest.
Parvati knew she should have known better than to go with the first person she met as a rebound person. She just never thought that she would be sucked into a cult because of it. She just had to think of a way out of this, not just for her but Romilda too.
I hope you all enjoyed Revenge is a Dish Best Served Lusty.