Mashyuu and Marshy: Family Matters. (Mashyuu's Secondary Magic training.)

I HAVE BECOME DEATH

the destroyer of worlds

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"Oh, please, I have you right where I want you," the woman responded mischievously to the Sabertooth mage, now grinning again. The death aura around her flared up like fire, but quickly died down as something dark and black began to move. It lifted up from the ground and stood menacingly behind Marceline, its shoulders squared and ready for a battle. Her grin stayed splayed on her lips as she stared at Mashyuu, waiting to see the reaction that would unfold in front of her. As for the black mass, it moved around her and ran straight for the dragon slayer, aiming to land a blow to his side. However, it would feign to the other side and strike there before slithering back onto the ground and returning to Marcy. She could only continue to grin wider as her shadow retreated and placed itself back where it belonged for the time being.

"I don't much care about your dog there, but if you want," the woman began, though hesitating for a moment, "I'll string him up too." The smile faded a little, as if her lips were starting to hurt from all of the grinning she had been doing while battling. "That way the both of you can remain in my castle for the rest of your life as my 'little pets', so to say." She tilted her head some and released her grasp on the male's hand, shifting backward in her ashen form before reappearing a few feet away. "But I'm getting rather bored of you already, so if you don't mind, I think I'd rather stop fighting your for a while. I'm all tuckered out and it seems that your pet and you are a little beaten up as well; care for a bit of a rest?" It was odd for her to make such a request, especially in the eyes of a legal mage, but she was being genuine here.

Her shadow would reach up again and pull itself free of the ground, standing behind her as a sort of "bodyguard." Marceline stood her ground where she had ran off to and waited to see if Mashyuu would obey what she wanted. If not, then they would simply continue to fight until they had either passed out both or Mashyuu had died at her hands. Hell, she could not die in any sort of way, so passing out from lack of power was about the best that he could get. Marcy crossed her arms over her chest, though they were settled slightly under her bosom as a resting point. Her "pet" would rock on its heels and roll its head, though that was about all of the animation that it knew. Of course, it was simply a shadow person, so if it had any other actions while resting would be a miracle.

I HAVE BECOME DEATH

the destroyer of worlds

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"Aw, ist someone a little leiden?" the beauty inquired, tilting her head some as she watched Mashyuu slide across the ground roughly. She took note of the possibility that he was injured, but did not make any sort of movement toward the hurt Earth Slayer. Marceline frowned and shifted her weight in her place, snapping her fingers to summon up the shadow demon again for another attack. "Hallo, schön junge!" the woman shouted at him in her native tongue, trying to draw his attention to her and give him a wink. "Wünschte mich du ein mann zu machen, hm?" Another wink at him, again shifting her weight from hip to hip, and even moving a bit seductively. Marcy blew a little kiss at him, completely done with trying to kill him and now, more so, focused on getting him into bed. Perhaps, it was her succubus nature being frisky and wanting to have a bit of fun now, but she was slightly bored, too.

Marceline puffed out into a cloud of ash, then reappeared behind Mashyuu, slithering her arms through his and around his chest. "Was tust du denken?" she whispered into his ear, reaching up to nibble on his ear before pulling away and smirking. "Liebhaber boy, are you intrigued mit meine offer?" the head tilt came again as she'd wait for an answer from him with a smile. "Not going to deny a Königin her decision, are you? Simply divine, ist es nicht?" The grin was wide upon her lips. "Oh, I wold never hurt your freund, Mashyuu; friends are precious creatures, du hast to learn to appreciate that about them." She'd look back to Rocky as she stated this, the smile never leaving her face, but then it did, as if she felt some emotion. Of course, emotions were things she was not able to perceive anymore and it would be a shame if she could again.

"Hässlich? Dass ist so ein Durchschnitt ding sagen!" a pout appeared on her mouth as she responded to Mashyuu over this. "I give du Komplimente and all I receive are i-in" she struggled with the word before giving up and saying it in the language she knew, "Beleidegungen." The ground rumbled beneath her and she shifted back into her succubus form to use her wings and lift herself off the ground, avoiding his attack. Her wings flapped occasionally to keep herself afloat, staring at him with her pretty, red eyes, the pout still apparent on her lips. "Mashyuu, let mich du ficken, bitte!" She'd dive downward and stretched her hands outward to cup his face in her hands, and try to kiss him. If he wouldn't allow for that, then she'd back off and return to her shadow guardian's side, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You're starting to bore me, you know," she spoke in clear English, making a little snooty motion as she looked away from Mashyuu.

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I HAVE BECOME DEATH

the destroyer of worlds

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It was oh-so delightful to muster up the words that could send a shiver down any man's spine, who was smart enough to recognize the nature of her words. Marceline licked her lips where the kiss had been planted, equally savoring the taste of an earthly man. She bite her lip, listened to his words, and only shook her head in denial to speaking with him after the battle. Of course, she would have done so, but a feeling was itching at the back of her neck, one that was quite familiar to her. Death was calling to her, though he was silent in her head, and that meant there was a killing to be had. Perhaps, they would meet again at such an untimely fate, only then would she have her fun with the young mage. A smirk spilled across her lips and she raised a hand to wave goodbye to the earthen slayer, soon dropping her hand to her side.

"As much as I would love to continue to talk, liebhaber junge, Death awaits those who can no longer survive in this world," she spoke up. "Don't get me wrong, I would love to speak with you and share everything you want to know, but you know how it is. Villains are cryptic creatures, don't expect us to reveal everything in one go, gotta play a little game called cat-and-mouse." Her fingers snapped again, calling off the shadow guardian, who returned to what had once been her own shadow. "I'm just here in this world to clean up the mess that Death leaves behind, you know. . . make room for more of the living. It was a wonder fighting you though, but next time, Dear, don't try to kill what cannot be killed, even with holiness." She winked at him before her body started to crumble down into the dark specks of ashes that were so familiar.

Once her entire body had become nothing, but a cloud of ash, the wind had picked them up and blew them away.