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I Summon the All-Seeing Eye	By : all_possible_worlds Category: +S through Z > Star vs. The Forces of Evil Views: 29524 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 10
- 11
- 12
Chapter 11: The Forces of Evil, that Lurk in the Night
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Continuity stardate: Chapters 10 to 12 take place during the span of SvtFoE episode "Face the Music" (S02E21), but the timeline has diverged enough that some important scenes will play out very differently from canon. Previous episodes are in continuity for this fic, episodes after S02E21, generally speaking, are not. That said, Chapters from 11 onwards can contain indirect Season 3 spoilers.

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Janna sat immobile in the darkness, eyes closed. She could hear the rustling of the leaves and the beating of her own heart. She could feel the hard cold barren ground under her buttocks and crossed legs, even through the black fabric of her tights. She could remember the position of the gravestones around her, the markings for the tombs beneath. Or maybe, just maybe, she could sense them.
It was not her first, not even her second time attempting to cast a spell in the Echo Creek cemetery. But it was her second time to do so with help, and unlike the clown séance with Star, this time her instructor seemed more experienced in the kind of arts that she sought out, the kind that could be taught.
"Do not open your eyes," Tom instructed as he grabbed her hands and positioned them in front of her, making her cup the air within her palms and placing her two thumbs touching each other above the form. "I want you to picture all of the sources of energy close around you: me, yourself, the trees, the grass, the worms in the Earth, the bodies interred here, the maggots inside those bodies. You might also be able to feel the animals of the forest or the people back in town, but ignore them from now. Draw energy from those close to you. You should probably try to ignore my energy too, at first, since the forces in your own dimension should be easier to control. Got it? Can you feel it all? Once you can, try to form the flame."
Janna felt the things Tom described. It had taken her five or six hours just to get to this point, but she could indeed sense the living energies around her. She felt the slow pulsing power flowing up the trunk of a nearby tree. She also felt the background magical radiation of the dry grass around them. Although insignificant individually, each blade of mostly dead grass added its own power to a surprisingly large and powerful whole.
The burrowing worms and the human corpses below were much less comforting to her senses than the plant life was. In the case of the worms, as in that of the maggots, the main problem was the speed at which their energies moved through their diminutive bodies, brisk and electrified, tiny sparks of restless animus. The force in the corpses, in contrast, was stagnant and deep, a water well which bottom she could not see even as her mind skimmed the surface. Touching the energies of the dead felt instinctively wrong to her mind, in a way that had no analogy to any other sensation of which she knew. Janna did not believe in any one single god, and her own faith was, let's say, complex, as to the subject of cosmic transgression. Nonetheless, there was only one word that truly fit the feeling, regardless of rationalizations: sacrilegious.
She could sense Tom too, like a huge eclipsing dark shadow in the corner of her perception. Yet her mind refused to focus on him directly, or to feel out any details about his unearthly energies. Tom was the most powerful source of magic for miles around, and yet her own senses refused to let her draw from that vast pool. The demon prince had explained that it was to be expected, that it was a good thing, it meant Janna's own instincts were shielding her from doing something that could hurt her.
Minutes passed by, and nothing changed. She could feel the energy in the tree, in the grass, in the corpses and the maggots, but she could not do anything with those forces. She focused on the task at hand, her first spell: a simple candle flame floating inside the palm of her hands. Nothing happened. No flame and no magic. It was no use, she could touch the energies around, but it was like grasping at currents of water with a fishing net, the power simply slid out of her grasp at every attempt.
Janna felt stupid, and more so with each passing second. Perhaps she had only imagined that she could sense the magic around her. Perhaps there was nothing more here than a foolish girl sitting in a graveyard with her eyes closed, playing make believe for most of the night. Could it be that Tom was playing a prank on her? Was he laughing at her as he made her sit for hours and imagine that she felt sparks inside of worms?
She felt her anger break her concentration. She could no longer even feel the damn tree, let alone all the things in the ground below. She grunted annoyed and tried once again. She pulled forth the power, hastily, desperately. She grasped out at any source of energy she could still sense and drew it to her hands with all the willpower she could muster. She felt a hot painful sensation in her left palm, a fountain of tiny sparks sprouted briefly from her flesh, vanishing a second later. "Ouch!" she cried, opening her eyes in surprise.
Tom looked at her, frowning. "Mmmhm, let me see," he examined her palm. "Here it is burned," he said, carelessly pressing a finger against the damaged skin, causing Janna to wince, "and the rest of your hands are cold as a dead woman's. That's not good, at all. We can't continue today."
"But..." Janna protested.
"No buts!" Tom replied with haste and annoyance that admitted no argument. "Janna, you just tried to draw energy from your own core self. You should never ever be doing that. If you had used your own life force to light the entire flame, you could have easily passed out, or worse. The whole point of the exercise is to draw magic from the outside, then guide it to do what you want, not force through with your own limited reserves! I told you, right at the beginning, it is extremely foolish for you to cast magic that way!"
"Isn't that how you do it, though?! Or how Star does it?!" Janna replied, matching the demon's annoyance with her own. She was frustrated and tired of all this fruitless trying, and even more pissed off at the fact that they were going to stop now, after the first undeniable sign of progress. Even if the only thing she had been able to cast was the 'Burning (My Own) Hands' spell.
"Yes, and no," Tom replied, pressing three fingers hard against his forehead. He was probably counting again, trying to regain his calm. Janna had learned to spot some of the demon's anger management techniques. "I can call enough personal power to summon flames, among other things. It is just part of my nature as a demon, Janna. But there are plenty spells where I need to draw forces from... well, from elsewhere. Star channels most of her magic through her wand, and even I don't know from where that thing, or her, really, draws power. In general, all spellcasting is some combination of your own magic and that which you can draw from the environment and, like I said, you don't have a lot of the former, so you should master pulling from the later as much as possible..." he explained once more, speaking slowly as if to a child, making visible effort to keep his tone level.
"And," Janna asked, "even if I don't have much magic of my own, if I do learn to draw magic from trees and corpses and worms, will I be able to cast spells like you... and Star?"
"No," Tom responded bluntly. "Janna, how much magic you can control also depends on how much magic you naturally have and what sources you can reasonably access. You could spend your entire life practicing this sort of thing and you will never be able to call forth one tenth of the power Star could summon the second she got her magic wand. I never said you could. You are a regular human and she, well, she is something quite rare and quite extraordinary in this universe... I mean, Mewni royal magic is incredibly powerful, in general, and so is Star in particular. She is truly an amazing individual, so is not really a fair point of comparison for a normal human girl..."
"So, no matter what I do, I won't ever be a tenth of what Star is then, Tom?" Janna asked, and somehow she knew the conversation was not about spellcasting anymore. It was way too childish of her, and she knew that as she spoke the words. But, the more time she spent with Tom, the more she resented the knowledge that the demon prince loved Star, and thought of her just a temporary distraction while the princess was otherwise occupied. She could not fault Star, of course. Neither for her magic, nor for her effect on the demon boy. She could also not really fault Tom, at least not if she was trying to be fair. Being a distraction from Star was the deal she had originally offered him, so it was not reasonable to expect more now. But what had sounded like a great deal when she was only sort of attracted to the idea of Tom, somehow did not seem enough now that she was starting to fall for him, and for all the wrong reasons.
Tom looked away from her. Then, as if he had not understood, he spoke, "Well, the world isn't fair. But confirmation that you can learn to cast magic at all was news to you last night. Isn't it good news to know it is at least possible? Perhaps you should focus on that for now?" He seemed throughly irritated. Janna only felt even more angry at him in return. He was obviously missing, or avoiding, the point.
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"Argh! Wack! Wack!" came a series of grunts and squawking noises from far beyond the boundaries of the dark sea. Toffee found the racket most annoying, but he endured it, as always. He was nothing if not patient. He could see through Ludo's eyes, for as long as the Avarius child held the remains of his own arm and the half-star crystal. He could watch the... lesser... monster using the wand to stir the awful broth he had prepared for himself, and to bludgeon a giant bug. One half of the most powerful instrument in all of Mewni, and the foolish bird-brain was using it to cook dinner and smash beetles! No matter, Ludo could not harm the wand, not even if he tried.
"She is here, you know?" Glossaryck spoke. "She just saw the wand."
A dark smile formed within the oily black liquid as Toffee dared manifest his head and peek further towards the outside world, through Ludo's eyes. Right now, he was mostly just a toothy lizard grin plastered on the crest of a slow rolling wave of corrupted magical essence, black as tar. In all directions, the sea of tainted magic flowed into a boundless expanse, the few remaining large icebergs of golden pure light quickly melting into the darkness. Atop it, the little blue man floated, while the monster lay below, merged with the malignant substance.
"Moon is here?" Toffee confirmed, spitting out the name with slow deliberate venom. Moon the Undaunted, who had scattered his armies and robbed him of his finger. Little did she know that she herself had shown him the way to defeat her, and her entire cursed family. "If she is here, then the timelines can't have diverged that much yet. Perhaps history shall carry on as intended after all."
"I'd be careful with what you wish for," Glossaryck commented with a shrug. "But no, like I said, that future is long past."
"Is it?" The lizard retorted, genuinely surprised. "The way I see it, we are almost back on schedule. Unless, I am missing something?"
Toffee had retreated into the depths of the wand to stop the outflow of magic, and so far it seemed to be working. While he remained hidden from the outside world, pulling and corrupting Star's magic, and the rest of the power flowing through Mewni, he could feel himself winning the cosmic tug-of-war against whomever or whatever else was trying to redirect the magical power. It was only a matter of keeping his concentration here, rather than letting himself be distracted by talking to his unwitting servant or by his new found chances at corporealness.
"Mmmm, you know, Toffee, for someone who is literally submerged in magic, you seem to be only looking at the surface of things," the magical being explained calmly. A look of resignation in his diamond eyes.
"The surface? I don't stay at the surface of anything, little man," the flowing lizard face spoke as it disappeared into the sea. Then the voice came from nowhere and from everywhere at once. "I can go as deep as I want, and I assure you, the magic is all here, and is all corrupted, right down to the bottom!"
"Yes," Glossaryck conceded. "Yes it is."
It was only after hearing that, that Toffee noted the bright emerald solid core at the bottom of his dark well of magic. A sickly glowing thing of unearthly beauty and incredible malevolence. The magic was there, and it was corrupted, but it was no longer his corruption, or his magic.
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The silence had grown thick between them. They stared at each other, glaring daggers of annoyance and frustration. He felt the anger rising inside, embers burning within his chest and gut. How could she be so damn unreasonable!
"Janna, damn it, I am trying to do you a favor here," he finally spat. "I don't need an attitude on top of it!"
"Doing me a favor?" Janna rolled her eyes. "You mean by teaching me magic? Or by going out with me?"
Tom contained the urge of yelling 'both' at her. He noticed that he wanted to hurt her, to let out his frustration on the troublemaker girl. He took a deep breath. What exactly was he frustrated about? What in particular was riling his temper, other than the blazing rage that always burned in him, just below the surface? Brian had taught him that sometimes just knowing what made him angry, in each particular occasion, could help him calm down.
"Of course I meant teaching you magic! I don't need to do it, it will be hard for you to learn and I don't have the patience to be a good teacher, Janna!" he retorted. And is not like she had the patience to be a good student either, he thought, but bit his tongue on that one.
That was it, though. He was frustrated because they had been practicing for hours and Janna had made no progress. He saw her own frustration and felt frustrated himself, frustrated at not being able to teach her better or have her make progress faster. He had been so eager to get Janna working some basic magic, to fulfill that desire of her, and also, if he had to be fully honest, to reap the praise and admiration she would bestow on him for helping her with that. But now she was angry at him, despite all his efforts, rather than grateful for them, and it wounded him.
"It will be hard for me to learn," she repeated, coldly. "Unlike Star, you mean?"
Oh, for fuck sake, that was it! Tom stopped even trying to calm himself. If the dark haired girl wanted them to fight, then they would fight. "I wouldn't have anything to teach Star about magic! Star was meant to do magic, from the moment she was born. You... weren't!"
"So, you would still rather be dating Star, then. Is that right?" Janna asked, a threatening undertone to her voice concealed a faint touch of doubt. She glared at him, and he glared back.
"Well, yes! But magic has nothing to do with it," he shot back, without hesitation. That is, until he caught the hurt look in the human girl's eyes. It was brief, replaced in an instant by an even harsher scowl. But for a second, only for a second, it looked as if Janna was about to break down crying. Tom felt guilty about his admission. It was no lie, however, and she had been the one to push him into saying it, even when she should have known better. It is not that he didn't like the human, but Star was precious to him, in a way that she couldn't possibly understand.
"To bad she prefers half of Marco to all of you, then," Janna spit back. It was a low blow. Painful and bitting to his ego and to his heart. She kept going, "Hell, she has spent the last two weeks telling me what a terrible idea hanging out with you is, and I am starting to see her point!"
Tom had no response to that. He felt his heart sink into his chest. He felt furious, and humiliated, but mostly, he felt sad and heartbroken. The human girl's words rang true. Star did not want him anymore, and maybe now Janna didn't either. He felt his body react to the pain and the sadness, turning it all into the emotion that was the most familiar to him: rage. His clawed fists clenched, flames danced around his knuckles. He was seeing red, literally.
"Then again, who could blame her? I mean, let's be honest, Tom, you got more issues than a weekly magazine!" the girl continued to shout viciously at him. At the same time, her face was turning red, a thin tear felt from her left eye.
"I have issues, Janna? I have issues?!" Tom growled. He felt the fire welling up inside his core. Something ancient and instinctual in him bade him to attack, to harm, to go for the kill. "You knew I liked Star, even before we met! You made this whole elaborate plan to get together with me. A plan that involved, I remind you, having me sleep with Star! A plan that you told me was going to get me Star. You started this whole 'relationship', if you can call it that, under false pretenses, and now you have the fucking nerve to spring this crap on me when I am doing my damn best to help you achieve your stupid wish of learning magic... Janna, maybe you are right and I do have issues, but you are even more messed up than I am!"
She stared at him, silently. Her angry glare softening and avoiding his own. She looked down. When she finally spoke, it was in a very quiet, distant, voice. "Yeah, well, Tom, of course I know that. I know I manipulated you, and I manipulated Star too. I know I am being selfish, and I know I have no right to ask you for more than you agreed to when we first spoke." She paused and took a deep trembling breath. "But Tom, that is the problem, you are already giving me more than what you agreed to originally. You helped me fix my home after I stole from you, and that same night, I mean, after... well... you know, it felt so right and comfortable, at least to me. And now you are taking your entire night to try and teach me to cast spells, even if I am not the best person to learn and you are not the best person to teach either. You are already putting more effort into this than what you agreed to the night of the concert. The thing is, Tom, I have feelings for you, and all of this stuff we are doing is not helping me keep those feelings in check. So at which point do I get to ask if you also have any feelings for me? If I am something more than a ploy to make your ex jealous, or a replacement goldfish for Star?"
Tom felt his anger abate, slightly, as he heard the girl explain herself.
"Janna, you are not a replacement for Star, and I don't think you could be," the demon prince replied calmly. "But that does not mean I don't have feelings for you. That night, in your house, after the whole thing with Midra'Apep and, well, what we did together in what was left of the house," he smirked a single fanged smirk, "I don't know how to explain it, but I have never felt that relaxed or that calm. There is a lot that is wrong with me, you are right on that. But, that night, I felt like, like I had let it out of me for a while, like opening a valve and venting out all the fire and all the darkness in me, without really harming anyone or doing anything I would hate myself for doing. At least, I thought I didn't harm you back then. Maybe I was wrong..."
"No," Janna replied, still looking down. "You didn't harm me. I enjoyed that night, Tom. I enjoy you using me, and yelling at me, and being mean. Is you being kind to me that I have trouble handling right now." She seemed to stop to think for a few moments. Then, smiling weakly, she added, "Wow, aren't we both a mess?"
"Heh. Yeah," Tom smiled at her, walked toward her and lifted her face up, carefully cleaning the tears from it with the back of his clawed hand. "We are both pretty fucked up."
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"Whoa. So you're, like, a totally tortured artist. Cool!" Star felt she had seriously misjudged the songstrel after all. She had been regretting not giving him a chance ever since he made his wish of writing a genuine song about a real princess, back when she had just shouted him out of her bedroom. Now that she saw him, burning through paper, still giving it his best effort to end up with something other than a cheesy boring perfect princess song, she regretted it even more.
"What do you want?!" He glowered at her, and the future queen felt pretty damn small, if only for a second. She had thought of him the whole day as one more songstrel in a long line of awful interchangeable songstrels. Which, whoa, perspective, was exactly what the people who saw her just as another perfect little princess did to her! Well, as if she didn't feel bad enough already.
"You, uh, you forgot your stupid notebook," was all she could think of replying. Incredibly lame, she had to admit. She hadn't planned what exactly she would tell him when she opened the portal and bolted after him, and it did not help that this was the first time she was even considering Ruby as a person, rather than as a symbol of his damned profession. Now that she was truly seeing him for him, he seemed like a pretty interesting artsy guy. Looked kinda cute too. Like, not Marco-cute, maybe not even Oskar-cute, but cute. Still, priorities, Star. "Ruberiot, do you really hate Princess Songs as much as I do?"
"I do, Princess. I thought I could change them. I know they can be better. I can do better." He seemed hopeful for a second, before suddenly becoming crestfallen again. "But, the show is tomorrow, and I have nothing!"
"Ruberiot, nothing is that bad when you have a magic wand!" Star smiled at him. "Like, I can literally freeze time with this thing! Although, well, on second thought, maybe we better just like extend it, or duplicate you, or something less risky, ok? Messing with time can get kinda weird..." she rambled for a second there before she caught herself. "Actually, first, you said you wanted to know the real me, right? So, what do you want to know?"
"Ah, sure, princess, well, lots of things, but let's start simple: any unique hobbies?" he asked, sounding uncertain. Like he didn't yet buy Star's sudden change in attitude towards his own appointed task.
"Sure! I fight monsters! And tame wild unicorns!" Star replied, proudly.
"Whoa, that's good, that's really good. Bold. New. Unexpected. How about..." He put his fingers to the keys and began improvising a tune as he sang, "And under the glimmer of bright shining pearls, lies hidden a brave and adventurous girl!"
"Uh, we are going to have to do something to actualize your beats, Ruby," Star groaned at the tune. "But... I do like the lyrics."
"Actualize? Oh, right, like, music from other dimensions. Bold, super bold, I like it. Say no more!" Ruberiot exclaimed. Then started musing, almost to himself, "I am going to need instruments, and stage work, then, maybe... animatronics? But, princess, we are getting side tracked. Themes first, notes second, lyrics third. So, what are you most proud of, Princess Star, of all you have done thus far?"
"Uh," Star looked sideways at her wand. "Oooh, I know." She smiled a broad, dangerous, smile, and aimed at a wall. "Nar-whal BLAST!"
A full horde of tiny horned whales emerged from her wand and blew up a hole in the tower's brickwork. The outside wind sucked out the troves of draft paper. Bits of wall fell all over the place, one of them hit the piano, breaking all the keys in the left side.
"Oh, oh, sorry, sorry, I'll fix that in one sec. But, isn't that pretty neat, though?" the mewman girl asked, running a hand down the back of her own head.
"That's, that's... inspiring!" Ruberiot shouted excitedly. "Maybe something like, I dunno: 'She is casting magic like a born spellcaster, crashing walls like a natural disaster!' No, not walls, mmmhmm... well, we will work on that. But, the thing is, princess, if the song is going to be real, about the real you, it does also need to include more than your strengths, it needs to include your flaws, your struggles, your failures! Princess, I am sorry to have to ask, but art demands it! What would you say is your greatest regret?"
Star blinked. Her biggest regret? Well, if you had asked her a month ago it would have probably been, dunno, not asking Marco before Jackie did? No, actually, it would have been losing Glossaryck and her book of spells. That was the one time she felt she had failed at something important, it had cost her a precious family heirloom and, more importantly, her friend. Traitor or not.
Then again, as the princess went over the events of the last few weeks, she realized that was no longer her biggest regret. There was another, more hurtful, more personal, more intimate. A mistake she brought upon herself not by failing to do something, but by doing something she would, in retrospect, not have done. She remembered the cold stone floor, the sound of water running, the splinters, the heat. She remembered laying under Tom, imagining she was with Marco. She remembered how cold and insufficient it had felt, in her heart of hearts, if not on her flesh and blood. She remembered Tom's furious and hurt look, as she yearned and cried out for Marco instead. She had hurt Tom that night, and hurt herself, and even though things turned out alright, that was one episode of her life she could have done without.
"Well, Ruberiot, it is a long story, and is personal, I don't want to put it in a song that the entire kingdom will hear..." she fretted. Sure, she wanted her subjects to know the real her, but did they really need to know that?
"Princess, please, tell me, we can make sure to use, you know, metaphor and analogy. True art is saying something truthful, not necessarily something literal. But, well, I am going to need to know, otherwise, how can I make something real?" Ruberiot pleaded.
Star sighed. Well, she could probably trust Ruberiot's judgment on this. He seemed like a nice enough guy, and he really did get her. Besides, it was what she wanted: a song about a real princess, with all her gifts and flaws. As long as it was only alluded to indirectly. "Ok, Ruby, I guess I have to tell you about my ex..."
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"So, what you are saying is..." Tom begun asking, slowly. He paused, unsure of how to continue paraphrasing her offer. Janna's lip curved into a smug smile, feeling surprisingly satisfied at causing the demon so much hesitation. She loved teasing him with the brazenness of her words, as much as she enjoyed being teased by the boldness of his actions.
"I am saying that I want more of what we did that time in my house, only this time it won't be 'punishment'. It won't need to be this controlled, carefully dosed out sort of performance you put for my benefit. Not saying that I don't want that in the future, far from it. But, tonight, it will simply be you venting, Tom, letting the anger out, at me, at Star, at whatever you want," the human girl reiterated. "How does that sound?"
She let her arms fall to her sides, standing in front of the demon prince, presenting him a purposefully exposed and vulnerable position, tilting her head ever so slightly, literally sticking out her neck to him, like prey tempting predator. She gave him her best inviting sexy smile, and she did not have to act to show him the excitement in her eyes. Janna wanted Tom to do things to her, the kind of things that came from the darkness and fire he said lived within himself. People thought of the demon as having a short fuse and being quick to let his anger out, but if she was right, then Tom was actually a master of self-control, bottling up things inside of him that humans, or mewmans for that matter, simply did not have to deal with, just because of what he was.
"Sounds..." Tom shifted around uncomfortably, "... intriguing. I mean, it is a great offer and all, but, Janna, are you doing this to get me to like you instead of Star? If so, I am flattered, but you don't need to..."
It wasn't like that! Well, maybe it was partly like that. But that wasn't her main reason. "Mostly, I am asking because I want to see. I want to see you let lose, scratch that, I want to feel you let lose, for my benefit as well as yours. Come on, Tom, wouldn't it feel good to let go, for once?"
"Yes, oh yes, you have no idea how tempting that is, Janna," Tom replied, in a carefully subdued tone, which barely restrained the arousal in his voice. He shook his head. "But, what if I go overboard? No offense, but you are more fragile than... Anyways, I really don't want to end up causing you actual harm."
"Then don't, Tom," Janna shrugged. "I mean, I am not asking you to throw fireballs at me, or crush my bones to dust, or anything like that. Just, be mean the way you want to be mean, rather than the way you think I want you to be mean to me, just this once. If I can't handle it, or think you are close to hurting me in any permanent way, I'll yell, I don't know... avocado!"
"Avocado?" Tom raised an eyebrow, or two.
"Yeah, avocado!" Janna chuckled. "It is called a safe-word, Tom. If I beg for mercy or plead with you, from this point on, then I will be doing it to turn you on," the girl winked and the demon blushed, slightly. "If I say avocado, though, then I do mean for you to stop, right then and there. As long as I don't say that, you will know I am having a good time. Does that work?"
Janna had been doing some reading online, ever since their previous time together. Having a way to stop their games made sense, it made them safer to play, and Tom seemed like a decent enough, well, demon, that he would acknowledge the word if and when she needed to use it, even if he was still having a good time. At least, that's what Janna hoped. Still, in the back of her mind, a voice was telling her that she was doing something incredibly dangerous, asking Tom to release control of his anger on her, asking him to loosen control on purpose. That voice, annoyingly enough, sounded to the human girl like a certain Star Butterfly.
"Ok, we can do that, if you are sure that's what you want?" Tom answered hesitantly. When Janna nodded in agreement, his face quickly changed. He smirked a smug and knowing smirk, suddenly switching into the living image of self-assuredness. He walked towards her and slowly ran a clawed finger through her jaw. "So now I can make you pay for all that crap you said before, and for the time wasted on useless magic lessons..."
Hearing those words, Janna simply laughed in his face. The demon prince looked back with a confused stare. "Didn't I say not to do what you think I want you to do? Come on, Tom, I may not know you as well as Star does, but I do know when you are faking it."
She considered for a while on what the best course of action would be. Then, a thought occurred to her, a dangerous and nasty thought. She looked up at Tom, closed her mouth, gathered saliva with one quick take and, without warning, spat on his face. Tom's eyes glowed red, fire surged around him, and in one rapid movement he slapped her face with the back of his hand. It felt deliciously raw and brutal. So intense. So real. "Yeah, that's what I am talking about, Tommy boy!"
"What?!" Tom shouted. "You can't be serious... you want me to just hit you?"
"Not 'just' hit me, Tom, but it is a start," Janna quipped, as she slowly lifted her banged head back up.
"Oh, fine, then see how you like this, you crazy bitch," he suddenly smiled, slowly getting into the spirit of things. He raised his hand again, and slapped her opposite cheek. Her skin burned, both from the force of the impact and from the intense heat pooled into his still partly scorching palm.
"Aww, Tom, such a charmer, you are going to make a girl blush," Janna retorted once her teeth stopped shaking and her jaw felt like moving again. She wondered how long she would be able to keep goading him on.
Tom jumped towards her, moving forward through the air as if propelled by some unseen force. Closing his firm iron hands around both her wrists, he pinned her against the tree. Now she really felt the tree for sure, no magic-sense required: she felt every inch of hard rough bark against her thin summer clothing. The fabric of her shirt and tights tangled against the rind's groves and protrusions. "Oh, Janna, I am going to do a lot more to you than make you blush."
"Hey, I thought we were doing what you wanted, not what I want?" the human girl replied, only half seriously.
"Oh, don't worry, we are!" Tom's eyes went red again as he grabbed a fistful of her dark hair, and pulled down, forcing the troublemaker on her knees. With his other hand, he undid the front of his pants and pulled his dick out through the open buttons of his black boxer-shorts. "I trust that you get the idea?"
Janna smiled and leaned forward, running her tongue along the length of the demon's rapidly hardening cock. "Tom, tell me, how you feel about Star?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer, he took the demon's twitching member into her mouth and began moving up and down on it.
"What? About Star? Are you asking now? Why?" Tom retorted surprised. "Fine. I love Star, I admire her inner strength and her energy, and the fact that she does what she wants. But also, these days I mostly feel frustrated with her, frustrated that she keeps turning her back on me, ignoring what we had... ugh, are you really going to have me talking about Star while you do that? Right now, fuck Star!"
That was what the girl wanted to hear, and she picked up the pace and pursed her lips tighter in encouragement. She tried to take him deeper, like last time, back at her place. She found she could not do so without help, her mind was willing, but her throat muscles were utterly uncooperative in opening up. Instead, she tried running her hand around the demon's buttocks and legs. Eventually settling on massaging his unnaturally warm balls through his underwear.
"Fuck Star! Fuck Marco! Fuck your questions! And. Fuck. You!" Tom shouted. He reached down and pulled at Janna's t-shirt, ripping it open with ease. She felt the cold night air against her breasts immediately, followed by the painfully hot touch of the demon's hands and claws. He began pulling and twisting her nipples, while at the same time pushing against her face with his hips, quite literally fucking her mouth. She felt it slide easily down her throat now, after his hands made her scream from the pain and he began thrusting hard through her lips. It was a painful, almost suffocating sensation, yet also exhilarating. She felt used. She felt sore. She felt like she was about to puke. She felt like she was about to form a puddle through her pants just from how wet this was making her.
Then, as sudden as it begun, it stopped. Tom pulled back. Janna opened her mouth to protest, to beg, to demand that he returned to banging her face. A slap on her left cheek shut her up before she could even say a word.
"On your feet!" Tom shouted. Janna hesitated and she immediately felt him brutally pull her up by her hair. A clawed hand reached down and carelessly ripped a hole in her tights, right over her melting crotch. The demon prince slammed into her without so much as a warning, and Janna was surprised to discover that she was so aroused that it glided in effortlessly, despite Tom's impatient forcefulness.
Tom fucked her against the tree, her back scratching up and down the rough bark. He held her up by the hair with one of his hands, while the other dug claw marks into the side of the trunk. She rested her own arms on Tom's shoulders, and parted her legs as much as she could without falling. Tom's motions were fierce but regular, as he quickly picked up pace in his thrusting. She felt him hitting all the right spots inside of her, delving deeper, perhaps, than he had ever before. But what really did it for her were his almost animalistic grunts and his forceful hunger. The demon prince seemed and sounded feral, savage. He was out of his mind and it drove her out of hers.
Janna closed her eyes. The whole world dissolved into sensations too intense to describe in words. The racking bark behind her, the burning hot pulsating rod going in and out of her, her own flesh opening and closing around it, the pain from her hair being violently pulled up, the pleasure building inside her. But most of all, she felt Tom. He was wordless now, breath irregular, grunting through his gritted fangs, pupil-less red eyes glaring at her. He seemed lost in a trance of anger and pleasure. And she was in a trance of her own.
Suddenly she realized she could truly feel Tom. She did not mean just Tom's cock inside her, or his skin against hers, but the fire deep within his being as well. What had been an enormous ghostly shadow in the corner of her eye before, was now clear to her, down to its finest contours. She pulled at the fire inside her lover with hungry abandon. Letting go of Tom's shoulders, she let both arms fall against her sides. In front of each of her hands, a sphere of purple flame the size of a fist sprouted instantly out of thin air. Tom grunted and tensed, and as he exploded inside her, emptying himself into her, the two fireballs flew forward from her palms. They hit two separate tombstones, turning them instantly into dust, leaving the area around black with soot as they seared the grass and blew up clouds of dust and ash with a thunderous roar.
Tom blinked, surprised, as his eyes returned to normal as his orgasmic bliss faded. He looked back at the damage, dumbfounded, "Shit, Janna! I think you just drew some major magic from me!"
"Yeah... and also some fireballs, I think," Janna said with a chuckle, and let herself slowly fall to the floor besides the tree. Tom groaned.
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The mountain surrounding the ancient temple was unnaturally quiet, without the call of a single bird or the buzzing of a single bug. Toffee stood there, in Ludo's stolen body, floating in mid air, fully in control, wand at the ready. He had felt it approach, whatever it was. One of the advantages of being connected to the entire stream of corrupted magic was that he could sense when so much of it was nearby in the outside world. He was sure Glossaryck could sense it too, although he did not know how exactly the diminutive magic being did it.
Over the last few hours, the immortal monster had seen his dark ocean reduced to a shallow pool over the frozen emerald crystal permafrost, spikes of virdisent glass piercing out of the oily black 'water'. Whatever was the force that opposed him, it had done in a day what had took months for him to pull off. Toffee was angry, but more than anything, he was determined. Now it came for him, it sought him out, but he would fight it and he would win. He was the one who made the plans. He was in control. This... this meddler, would pay!
A diffuse fluttering sound, as if millions of gossamer wings flapping in the air, reverberated softly around them. Sparks of green light shone all around in the night sky, like ghostly fireflies. Quickly they all began converging in front of the monster, slowly assembling into a tall slender humanoid shape of bright green light. Soon it became clear that the resplendent figure was female, but none of its features could be seen through the brightness. In place of a face, a beautifully ornate but expressionless silver mask shimmered into existence. It had blank emotionless holes for eyes, a solid metal lip permanently curved into a slight smirk. The various reliefs on the false face were rendered unreadable by the intense backlight.
"This, you see, well, this, is... quite bad," Glossaryck deadpanned, looking up at the strange apparition.
"Oh, it is," Toffee agreed. "For her."
Guiding Ludo's hand, he aimed the wand straight against the intruder, hitting it squarely in the masked face with a formidable green and black blast of corrupted magic. A nasty smile crossed the lizard face as he anticipated his victory. It quickly vanished. As soon as the spell connected, he felt a jolt of electricity go up through his body, his real body in the handle and the inside of the wand. An instant later, he was half-deafened by a booming metallic sound, like the tolling of a humongous bell. As he reeled back in pain and the magic beam faded away, the womanly figure calmly advanced towards him, gracefully gliding through the air.
"What, what are you...?" Toffee asked in surprise, pain and terror.
"I am will, unbending," the form of light replied.
It raised a hand and a beam of unearthly green flame sprung forth from it, it hit Toffee, and the wand, and the book of spells. The lizard in bird clothing fell backwards, towards the temple, charred and consumed. His back hit a huge pillar of stone, which cracked under the magical energies still surrounding his body and fell upon him, entombing Toffee beneath its huge weight. The crystal in the wand turned black as void and disintegrated into a million pieces. Meanwhile, the book slowly burned to ashes.
"Well, what do you know?" Glossaryck pondered, in calm resignation, as he ignited too, burning up as one with the book's pages. "The more things change, the more they stay the same..."
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Author's Notes (spoilers ahead for cannon Season 3):
Believe it or not, not much was changed in the Toffee scenes from the outline after I saw Battle for Mewni.
- His first scene in this chapter was always going to be inside the wand. At the time I imagined it as an empty black void of some sort. But now that the show has given us the "ocean of goop" visual, it just felt right to use that instead.
- He and old Glossy were going to die at the end of this Chapter either way. Of course, the details of their deaths were changed last minute for added irony. An important difference, besides it all happening much earlier in the timeline, is that Ludo has now died in the fic, while he lives in the show.
    Also, yes, I know, I know: Star's and Marco's magic link gets stronger whenever any of the two are fucking, and Janna literally gains magical powers from sex. What can I say, that's how this world works now. It is "My Little Porno, Sex Equals Magic". Promise the story will have stakes that don't get solved with a bang, though. ;)
    Speaking of which...
    Next, in "I Summon the All-seeing Eye": And now, Mewni's newest court composer, the songstrel, Ruberiot...
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