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Crowley's Curses

PostPosted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 8:20:54 pm
by HopefulMonster
Alrighty folks, this topic is where I will post the after effects of Crowley's curses, basically my responses to folks write ups requesting his help. The Wyrms themselves will not be posted until their handlers get to see them, and the stories will only be posted once the handlers themselves read them. Be warned, these stories do NOT have happy endings. These are curses, after all. Much like wishing on an old world Djinn, the results will never be quite as the wisher expects them to be.

Re: Crowley's Curses

PostPosted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 8:22:02 pm
by HopefulMonster
Sandy - Tick Tock x Gadget
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Gadget frantically squiggled towards the desk lamp that was Crowley's favored perch, panic and dismay in every movement. It was late at night, and trying to keep his voice down and not waken the Handler or any of the rest of the Squirm, he called out in a voice filled with anguish.
"M......mister C....Crowley? Please...sir....I need to talk to you!"
Gadget looked, but did not see the tatter winged Wyrm curled up in his usual spot. His gears clicking in distress, he called out again, and again. Just as he was about to give up, the oddly accented voice whispered from directly behind him, and he jumped with a start.

"Well, well well, if it isn't my little tin soldier!" chuckled Crowley. He slithered around Gadget, leisurely coiling his seemingly endless body in a circle around the much smaller Teacup. His teeth glittered in the moonlight coming through the front window.
"And how did your little....tete a tete, go, with the lovely silver lady?" His eyes seemed to gleam with amusement at some private joke. But Gadget wasn't amused.

"It was awful!" Gadget cried. "Or, err......well, rather, it was wonderful. At first. She was so taken with my hoard, and the shiny parts you had given me, and she was so happy and impressed, and we worked for days and days and made the most beautiful daughter....
The little Tesla rambled on, his panic running all of the past weeks events together in his mind. His distress was painfully obvious.

Crowley shrugged. "So then, what's the problem?"

Gadget looked pained. "Its Tick Tock. She's......different. Aloof. Distant. From the moment our daughter was finished, and we breathed the spark of life into her, Tock has been.......she.....she didn't even KNOW me!!" the little Wyrm cried. "I don't know what's wrong! She looked at me, and was so......cold. When I tried to cuddle her, congratulate her on what a lovely child we had made, she shoved me away and said not to touch her, and was I crazy?? How could she not know Cher was our daughter?!? How could she not know ME? It's like.....like she has no clue who I am, like we never even met!" By this point the Teacup is beside himself, eyes wide and pleading to Crowley for answers. The big Wyrm gives a deep, unpleasant chuckle and coils himself in front of Gadget, a reproachful look on his face.
"But you got exactly what you asked for, dear boy...."

"What are you talking about?!?!" Gadget cried in confusion.

"Well.....you asked for special parts, so you could earn TickTock's love and make a child."
The larger Wyrm's blue eyes glint with an inner light as he smiles, looking at the distraught brass teacup. "I gave you *special* parts, exactly as you wished for. The gears, the pins, the servos and plates and screws....sugar and spice and all that rubbish....aaaaaaaand leave us not forget the little glass vial with the glowing green muck inside. You know, the one you installed in your daughter's skull?" Crowley leaned closer, his smile growing wider. "The one that contains the most special ingredient of all, my tiny clockwork friend."

Gadget felt a chill run up his spine, and gulped before asking the question he wasn't sure he wanted the answer to. "W.....what was in that vial?" He could feel his mechanical heart stutter at Crowley's next words.

"Why, your silver angel's love, of course. Well.....that and her every memory of you." The dark shadows in the room seemed to close in as Crowley started to crawl back up to his usual perch on the desk light, leaving Gadget alone on the floor, shivering and wide eyed.

"What?!" The little Wyrm's heart felt as though it was shattering. The one he loved with all of his being, the one whom he made a beautiful child with, wouldn't remember him? COULDN'T remember him?? "But......how can that be?? Can't we.....can't we just remove it?? Put it back??"

Crowley, now coiled on the desk lamp and laying his head down as he regarded the Tesla below him, laughed. "Sure you could! Brilliant idea. Of course, since that vial is where her spark is housed and is what gives her what you Teslas consider 'life', that'd up and kill your darling baby girl, but hey, can't make an omelet without scrambling a few eggs, eh?"

"Then....what do I do now?" Gadget felt his whole body slump as the realization hit him.

"Personally, I'd get on with my life if I were you, little man. Go forth, squiggle into the wild copper yonder, get yourself a hobby. Start a band. But I wouldn't waste time mooning over your lost beloved. Won't do any good. She can't love, or even care for you, or anyone else for that matter. Doesn't have the programming for it anymore."
With that, the mini curled up, closed his bright blue eyes, and seemed to consider the audience at an end.

Gadget was beyond crushed. It felt as though a giant hole had opened up in the floor and swallowed him whole. He squiggled back to his nest, buried his face, and began to sob. From his nest, the heartbroken Wyrm couldn't see the sly, creeping grin spreading on Crowley's toothy maw, nor hear the dark Wyrm's satisfied chuckle.

Re: Crowley's Curses

PostPosted: Sat May 16, 2020 3:31:07 pm
by HopefulMonster
Shadra - Azulon x Venom
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Azulon huffed, squiggling back and forth impatiently. Worry furrowed the Teacup's brow. He had dug up and reburied the box at least 20 minutes ago, but still there was no sign of Crowley. He was beginning to think the tatter winged wyrm wasn't going to show up, when the smooth voice spoke behind him and he jumped.

"Well hello, wee man. Long time no see. How'd things work out with your lady friend? Nest filled with the squiggle squiggle of your darling little babe, I take it?"

Shaking off the startled feel, Azulon whirled around, confusion and anger in his face. Despite his uneasiness around the much larger wyrm, he tried to put on a brave face.

"Crowley! I've been waiting here forever! Something went wrong, and I don't know how to....I mean....YOU have to fix it!"

The Mini arched a swirled brow and smirked. "Oh? Is that a fact? Exactly *what*, prey tell, do I need to fix? I held up MY end of our agreement. You and your venomous mate hatched an egg, didn't you?"
He began to slither, leisurely coiling his body around the Teacup and staring down at him. His eyes seemed to gleam with an inner fire. Azulon shuddered and shook his head furiously.

"NO! I mean....well, YES, we did hatch an egg. But it's all gone wrong!! The child is...that is to say....they're just....all wrong. He gulped, summoning his courage, and continued.

"The egg was huge, and Venom had a really difficult time. She was exhausted afterwards, so I took care of the egg while she recovered. When she was rested, we took turns keeping the egg warm. And it hatched! We were so happy. But then..." here the little blue wyrm shuddered before continuing. "Then, when the baby came out of the egg, we could tell right away something was wrong. They were huge! And had too many eyes. And huge fangs, and this massive.....neck, flap.....thing. Like a cobra's hood! But the worst part was they......they echoed. When our baby speaks, its like there are multiple voices speaking at the same time! It's really creepy!! And they won't eat gems, they keep hunting small animals around the den! The first time, it was awful! They....they LUNGED at a field mouse, bit it, and the poor thing started to foam at the mouth. It died in front of us, like it was poisoned! Thats not a Gem Hunter trait! What IS this thing??!"

The distraught Gem Hunter slumped, feeling exhausted and utterly confused. Crowley smiled, though to Azulon it felt more like a predatory baring of teeth than a friendly smile.

"But you got exactly what you asked for," the larger wyrm purred. "You and your lovely mate.....Venom, wasn't it? You got the child you deserved. A lovely blue child, or rather, children, who take after their mother in a rather....literal...way. "

"Children?! What do you mean.....we only hatched ONE egg!?" Azulon spluttered.

"Well yesssss, but you both TRIED to hatch so very many eggs, now didn't you? Four years, according to your beloved mate. So many tries, so many spirits sparked into existence, only to be snuffed before they ever got to experience the world. A tragedy, really. Couldn't be left to stand. So, *I* fixed the problem! Of course, there was only the one feather, so that meant only one physical body to speak of. Still, I feel I did a rather bang up job, limitations considered...." Crowley preened, looking pleased with himself, while realization dawned on Azulon's horrified face.

"W...Wait.....you mean.....all...all the times Venom and I tried to have children...."

"Each and every time sparked the summoning of a young nature spirit, yes indeedy! All those wee souls, crying out for a chance to live...and now they can!" The toothy Mini smiled wide at the little Teacup, flashing bright, gleaming white teeth. With a fluid shrug, he continued. "Of course, it'll be a bit...crowded, in there, but well, can't have everything, right? I'm sure your precious, venomous bouncing baby will manage to figure out how to take turns at the wheel, so to speak. I mean, sure, there's a chance they'll just go mad, but what are the chances of that with such LOVING and devoted parents? Just.....watch out for the Terrible Twos.....that offspring of yours is packing some fairly potent toxin. Wouldn't want them to have a tantrum and bite mummy or daddy, now would we?"

With a harsh laugh, the Mini spread his huge, torn wings and flew off into the night sky, with a haphazard "Congratulations...Daddy!" tossed over a wing.

In moments, his dark fur blended into the night and he was gone.

Azulon shivered, realizing that he had left Venom home alone with their very, very dangerous new child. His face paled to light blue, and he turned and began to squiggle home as fast as he could, heart pounding in his chest. That hungry gleam in their baby's many eyes when it struck the mouse made him wonder what *else* their child would consider food.....