Content Warning:
This arc contains depictions of toxic relationships, emotional abuse, manipulation, cycles of abuse, drugging (love potions/ spells), physical torment, and psychological trauma, implied sexual content, Please proceed with caution if these themes may be triggering for you. Your well-being comes first.
They had been on Earth for a month. Ogron had somehow managed to convince Gantlos to return with them to Magix. Anagan couldn't fathom how this had happened. Gantlos had seemed content and uninterested in leaving his life on Earth, where he was thriving. It didn't make sense. Anagan tried to push away the gnawing feeling that he shouldn't question it too deeply, as though some dark force was warning him against probing further.
Despite bringing Gantlos to the Magic Dimension, Ogron had yet to persuade him to join the Black Circle. It was clear that Ogron's usual charm, which had so easily captivated his "little Ana doll," wasn't working on Gantlos. Anagan found himself increasingly consumed by thoughts of Ogron. Even as he engaged in activities he once enjoyed, like gardening and tending to his plants, his mind kept drifting to the king. It was as if Ogron was becoming the singular focus of his thoughts, pushing everything else to the periphery.
One afternoon, as Anagan strolled into the courtyard, he saw Ogron and Gantlos engaged in an animated conversation. Anagan's heart clenched with a surge of jealousy. He quickly turned away, retreating back inside. He tried to dismiss the conversation, but a troubling sensation gnawed at him. He didn't want to confront the discomfort he felt.
Ogron, having caught sight of Anagan's retreat, felt a pang of frustration. Why didn't his little rabbit want to be with him? Shouldn't Anagan want to spend every moment by his side? With a frustrated sigh, Ogron excused himself from Gantlos and followed Anagan indoors.
Inside, Anagan's mood was terse. He responded curtly to Ogron's attempts at conversation, his answers clipped and loaded with irritation.
"I don't see why you're so obsessed with this man," Anagan said sharply, avoiding eye contact.
Ogron's eyes darkened with displeasure. "Obsessed? Is that how you see me, little rabbit? I'm merely trying to be persuasive. I thought you would be pleased to see me make new allies."
Anagan shifted uncomfortably, his heart racing with a mix of anger and guilt. He expected a confrontation, but instead, Ogron simply excused himself to the washroom. Anagan, somewhat relieved, assumed the king was trying to cool off. Hd loved how thoughtful Ogron was in his patience— Anagan shook off the strange intrusive thought. He focused on the small bursts of anger he felt, struggling to keep his thoughts aligned with his feelings.
When Ogron returned, he appeared unusually serene and self-satisfied. He approached Anagan with a feigned warmth in his voice. "You know, I really hate when you get jealous, little rabbit. It's so unbecoming of you. I wish you would trust me more." His words were laced with a mocking undertone.
Anagan's heart pounded as Ogron's hand rested possessively on his thigh. The king's touch felt invasive yet electrifying. Anagan's resolve crumbled, and he found himself longing for more of this attention, though he tried to cling to his anger.
Ogron's gaze was intense. "Why do you look so troubled, Ana? Do you think I'm doing something wrong?" He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Anagan's skin. "Trust me, my feelings for you are genuine. But it's disheartening when you doubt me."
Anagan struggled to articulate his feelings. "I—I just—" His thoughts were scattered, his usual coherence slipping away. Was he even upset?
Before he could form a complete sentence, Ogron kissed him. The kiss was unlike any they had shared before; it was imbued with an intense, magical energy that surged through Anagan's body. Every touch, every caress was amplified, leaving him with a deep, euphoric warmth. His thoughts dissolved into a haze of affection for the king. The intensity of the kiss made his head spin, and all he could think about was how much he adored Ogron.
When Ogron finally pulled away, Anagan was left breathless and dazed. He panted, struggling to piece together coherent thoughts. "… I don't—"
Ogron's smile was one of cruel satisfaction. "I don't want to hear excuses, Ana. I want you to apologize for mistrusting me. You know I love you."
Anagan's mind was a fog of confusion and longing. He found himself unable to resist the king's demand. "I'm sorry… I shouldn't have doubted you…"
Ogron's eyes glinted with satisfaction. "There's my little rabbit. Oh you seem exhausted, poor sweet thing . Perhaps you just need a nap." He gently guided Anagan towards his bed , his touch both tender and commanding.
As Anagan lay down, his thoughts still scrambled and his body buzzing with the effects of the kiss, Ogron's expression remained smug. Oh, had he made ogron happy? How wonderful.
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Anagan found himself floating through the day, his mind hazy with thoughts of Ogron. He couldn't recall why he had been jealous before, or what had upset him so much. The king had kissed it all away, leaving him wrapped in a blissful fog where only Ogron's happiness mattered. As he walked through the castle, he paused in the courtyard, admiring the silver chain around his neck, a gift from Ogron. He ran his fingers over it, his mind filling with warm memories of the king.
A servant approached to ask if Anagan needed anything, but Anagan found himself asking instead, "What would the king like for dinner? He enjoys the finer things, doesn't he?" The servant, surprised, nodded and went off to prepare something luxurious. Anagan nodded absently, his mind already drifting back to thoughts of Ogron.
Later, in the hall, Anagan crossed paths with Gantlos. The farmer gave him a concerned look, noting the glazed expression in Anagan's eyes.
"Anagan," Gantlos greeted, his tone measured. "How are you?"
Anagan smiled softly. "I'm well, Gantlos. The king is taking care of everything I need."
Gantlos's brow furrowed. "Is that so?"
Anagan smiled blissfully, "yes, he loves me dearly, you know. He's so happy to have found you, I hope you're keen to join the black circle —"
Before Anagan could finish, Ogron appeared, his presence commanding the room.
"Ah, there's my little rabbit," Ogron said, his voice smooth as silk. "You know, Gantlos, i'm so lucky to have this little rabbit at my side, even if he is a bit simplistic. You've been such a good boy, haven't you, Ana?"
Anagan beamed, nodding eagerly. "Of course, Ogron."
Ogron chuckled, turning to Gantlos. "You see, Gantlos, my Ana here is very special. Not everyone is capable of such devotion. It takes a truly simple heart to find happiness in serving me so completely."
Gantlos stiffened, catching the subtle insult buried in Ogron's words. But when he glanced at Anagan, he saw only adoration in the young man's eyes.
"I suppose," Gantlos replied carefully, though his tone betrayed his unease.
Anagan seemed oblivious, his smile unwavering. He reached out to touch Ogron's arm, craving his touch. "I'm just happy to make you happy."
Ogron's smile widened, though his eyes held a cold edge. "That's all I ever want from you, my dear Ana." He turned to Gantlos, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "It's rare to find someone so... uncomplicated in their needs."
Gantlos felt a twist of discomfort in his gut. "If it makes you happy," he murmured, unsure of how to respond.
Before the conversation could continue, Ogron's grip on Anagan's arm tightened possessively.
"Come, Ana," he said, his voice carrying a hint of impatience. "We don't want to keep you out here too long."
Anagan hesitated for a brief moment, a flicker of resistance sparking in his chest, but it was quickly drowned by the warmth that Ogron's touch ignited in him. "Yes, Ogron," he replied softly, allowing himself to be led away.
As they walked back toward the castle, Gantlos watched them go, his expression troubled. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that there was something deeply wrong with that Anagan, he seemed…off. But before he could ponder it further, the doors closed behind the couple, leaving him alone with his unsettling thoughts.
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Back in the privacy of their chambers, Ogron gently cupped Anagan's face, his thumb tracing the curve of his jaw. "My little rabbit," he murmured, his voice's soothing and laced with a sweetness that felt almost mocking. "Why do you let others take up your time? You know you should only be thinking of me."
Anagan's thoughts swirled, but they couldn't seem to form a coherent sentence. He wanted to protest, to say something about needing space or feeling stifled, but all that came out was a faint, "I'm sorry…"
Ogron leaned in, his lips brushing against Anagan's ear. "There's nothing to apologize for, darling. Just promise me you'll be mine, fully and completely."
"I promise," Anagan whispered, his voice trembling as his resolve melted away under the weight of Ogron's kiss. It was stronger than any before, a surge of energy that left him lightheaded and dazed. When Ogron pulled back, Anagan's world spun, and all he could focus on was the king's command.
"Good," Ogron cooed, his smile satisfied. "Now, let's get you settled in my room. It's time we were even closer, don't you think? You're not smart enough to be on your own, are you? No, you're far too delicate."
Anagan nodded numbly, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and longing. He knew he should say something, resist somehow, but the words wouldn't come. All he could do was follow the king, feeling a strange sense of comfort in the thought of being by his side, even as a small voice deep inside him whispered that something was very, very wrong.
