Tier 3+ Story 📜🎩 T H E ☆ M A G I C I A N - Act 38

Content (for the whole story): original content, w/w(?), asexuality/demisexuality, cryptid (?) pregnancy, nb(?)preg, sexual & kink awakening, stuffing, nausea, gender ambiguity, birth, transphobia, dysphoria, depression & suicidal thoughts, parental conflicts, use of alcohol and other drugs, demons, religions & mythology (diverse), cursing, belly focus

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Part I Acts: 1-3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 l 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19
Part II Acts: 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 28½ | 29 | 30 | 30½ | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 

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T H E  ☆  M A G I C I A N

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Act 38

Mel

The whole world felt different when Mel left the building. The air seemed cleaner, the sun shone brighter, and the people’s expressions were more friendly. Even the colors seemed more intense and his vision more clear.

He felt simply fantastic.

Lusje, again appearing as a tattoo on his arm, guided him through the city until they ended up at an apartment complex.

Well, here we are, kid. Third floor, number 312, the demon’s voice resounded in his head.

“Really? This looks like a normal -”

Just go in.

A small girl crossed his way as Mel approached the (very dilapidated) building and peered at him with huge, captivated eyes.

“Hello, my dear,” he greeted her with a friendly smile on his face, trying not to sound too puzzled. He was used to children being captivated by him, but usually he was performing tricks in those moments.

The girl also wasn’t the first person who looked at him with an amiable, curious expression that day.

“H-hi,” the girl stuttered excitedly in return, then ran away, giggling.

Mel saw her vanish around a corner, just to witnessed her head popping up again to observe him from afar.

A bit unsure of what to make of it, he simply waved at her, then continued to look for the right room.

“People are acting a little strangely today, Lusje. What's going on?" He asked in a whisper that only the demon could hear. “Have I got something in my face?”

He heard the demon chuckle in his mind. You only noticed this now? People have been treatin’ you like this since we met, bub.

“Why?”

I told ya. It’s your charm. Or rather, my charm. My charm charming you. My charm that makes you charming others with your charm. A charm that -

“I understood,” Mel interrupted the snake politely, “Not that I don’t appreciate it, but... does that mean I’ll never know if somebody is really interested in me as a person?”

It doesn’t work like that. I can’t make people actually liking you. But I can make them, how should I put that… more relaxed and less self centered when they look at you. They perceive you as someone interesting. I open the doors, so to speak, so that they are willing to see what a captivating, intriguing, handsome person you are. I also extended that spell to fit your belly issue, as I told ya. People won’t care about this part anymore.

It’s safe to say that this sort of spell wouldn’t work if you’d be an unpleasant and unappealing fella. So don’t consider it as some sort of brainwashing. More like training wheels for my little magician baby.

“I appreciate that, but I’m not sure if I like it.”

“We’re here,” Lusje said, completely ignoring Mel’s statement. “Let’s get this over with.”

The absence of a doorbell hindered Mel from actually ringing it.

“Lusje, where’s the bell?” he asked, but the demon didn’t answer.

It wasn’t too unusual for Lusje to zone in and out whenever the demon felt like it, so instead of waiting for an answer or further instructions, he just knocked.

A squeaking sound startled him. Noisily, the door went ajar under the momentum of his knuckles. It wasn’t locked. Not even properly closed.

Unsure of what to do, Mel hesitated and waited for the snake to comment on anything; When it didn't, he pushed open the door a little more.

“Hello? I’m coming in,” he announced, and took a peek inside. “your.. your door is unlocked.”

Mel was met with darkness, soft music and a strong smell, somewhat ammonia-like, but also mixed with a bunch of different incense scents. All the windows have been dimmed with ornamented cloths, admitting only some weak coughing light, colored by the fabrics in front of the window. A few candles helped to light the room, at least to such an extent that Mel wouldn’t stumble over anything. He couldn’t see too many details, but it was enough to observe that the presumably single room apartment was piled up with all kinds of trinkets. Charms, flowers, and crystals attached to strings were dangling from the ceiling and standing on every possible surface. There were many sparkling jewels and spruce. Even some gigantic geodes. Some of the things looked very expensive, too. How could a place like this have so little security?

The music playing was also rather peculiar. It seemed to be composed of some kind of rattle rhythm, a harp or lyra, and a single female voice, singing not words but only sounds in a range from alto to soprano. It cloaked the room in even more mysticism.

A single round table in the center of the room was cloaked in a dark patterned tablecloth and topped with a large crystal ball, additional candles, and cards of some kind. The table was just wide enough for two individuals to sit at it comfortably while dining.

The two accompanying chairs were both empty.

A separate empty kitchen that had all of its shutters closed was located behind the ensemble.

Mel carefully ventured further, scanning the room. Behind him was the short open corridor with a bed area. It hid behind a basketwork folding-screen, but it didn’t shield the fact that there was no one there, too.

There was only one other door that most likely led to the bathroom, but it had a distorted glass panel in the middle that was completely dark. Either the one living here was taking a bath in the dark, or he - or she - left the place and forgot to lock the door. And turn off the music. And extinguish the burning candles.

Mel suddenly felt not only a little but very uncomfortable being here. Like a fly that only now started to realize it has been trapped in a net.

Just as he turned around, about to leave this human equivalent of a magpie nest, a voice made itself heard.

“Leaving already, child? Without stealing anything? What a good boy you are. Or are you a girl, perhaps?”

Shocked, Mel twirled around.

There still was no one in sight - though some kind of smoke seemed to hang in the air.

If the situation would’ve been a little more graspable and not so uncomfortable, this would’ve actually been a nice, captivating magic trick.

“What a curious little mooncalf you are,” the slow talking, dark voice said.

It came from his left. There were only two bookshelves.

“Up here, my child.”

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Story written by RoseVirage

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