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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: 29523 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Chapter 23: I Call the Darkness Unto Me
Additional Note: This is a three-chapter update on this site today (Feb 5, 2018). If the start of this chapter doesn't make sense, make sure you have read chapters 21 and 22. But be adviced, neither of those contains porn. This one does, hence why this one triggers the AFF update ;)
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Tom woke up to what many would consider the best possible thing after an ordeal like that: the sight of a pretty girl. Except it wasn't the one he had expected. Nor was she the one he had hoped for, either. He blinked, confused. His head ached way too much for him to quite process what he was seeing.
"Hey," Jackie greeted the waking demon. "How you feeling, dude?"
"I am..." he began. In tremendous pain, was how he was. But instead of saying so, he simply asked, "...where am I?"
She needed not answer. As he looked around, he realized he was sleeping on a familiar couch, in the back of his own personal carriage. He could feel the gentle vibrations that indicated they were in motion. The undead horse galloping through the dimensions fast as a comet and delicate as a gliding shadow.
"We are on our way already. We've been traveling for a while, actually. Janna said we would not make it in time unless we took off this morning," Jackie explained.
Tom sighed. Of course. He had been the one who spent the entire evening yesterday reminding the witch that they could not afford to be late to their meeting with Sam, and that it meant departing early that next morning, no matter what happened. Wait, that morning? It had been middle of the night when he fought the abomination, which meant... "What time is it now? How long was I out?!"
Jackie looked at her phone. "Well, I am not sure how timezones work in hell, but on Earth, it would be 4pm, west-coast time. You have been out slightly over twelve hours, man."
Twelve hours?! His eyes glowed red with fury at the realization. He tried to feel the environment around them, the hell within his domain. He failed. They were already past the threshold, far outside his lands. He couldn't protect them here if the monstrosity showed up again. He flared up in anger and fear. "No! We need to go back! Turn us back this instant, girl!"
Jackie leaned back, ever so slightly, as flames burst out around Tom's prone form. But after the momentary surprise passed, she simply looked at him and gently shook her head, "We are almost there already, Tom. Anyways, I don't see us turning back. Star won't have it, and where she goes, I guess we go..."
Almost there? He closed his eyes, and felt it. It permeated the air around them, the earth beneath them, the firmament high above: Sam's power. They were already within his lands, already well inside the confines of his own domain. Tom calmed down ever so slightly. Sam had promised his protection, conditional as it was. While in his realm, nothing else would have them for prey, not even the creature from last night. It was the devil you knew. Literally.
It occurred to Tom now, that he had never interacted much with Marco's human girlfriend. Sure, he had argued with her, or rather at her, back in St O's. But that had been brief. Star was missing then, and he had to find her, to undo the human teens' stupidity. He had mostly dealt with Marco then, not the girl. But here she was, this Jackie kid, calmly telling him no, even as he had blazed fury, even after what she had just seen him do.
"You are not afraid of me?" Tom asked, surprised.
"Well, Marco isn't, and Star isn't, and I don't think Janna is, either," she reasoned, shrugging as she counted with her fingers. "Whatever eye-glow exploding thing you have going on, dude, you seem to have it under control when it really counts. So, as long as I know you don't actually want to hurt me..."
She looked pensive for a moment. She stared down, avoiding his eyes, all three of them.
"Besides, I think I have proved I don't have enough good sense in me to be afraid, even when I should be," she spoke dejectedly. Suddenly, she seemed a lot less self-assured than she had so far.
Tom was confused. Then he remembered her charging at the fiery apparition, which had taken the form of none less than Moon the Undaunted, while brandishing some flimsy Earth-sword. That had taken balls, he had to admit. He chuckled at the irony.
"Well," he smiled, finally, "you are in good company. You humans all seem to have a death wish."
He laughed, in a way he hoped was just perhaps a smidgen more friendly than it was derisive.
"Hey! You are one to talk!" she chided him, and punched him playfully in the arm. "What you did was badass, dude. I won't say it wasn't. But when you fell down, at the end... we all thought... I mean, I think even Star was scared. She looked like she was about to cry..."
Tom blinked. Star? Star had been about to cry? Over him? No way! Jackie must be making it up. Or maybe misinterpreting the mewman somehow. It had barely gotten to the point where she tolerated him, after all. And given everything he had done to her in the past, even that much was nearly a miracle. Besides, if she truly cared, she would be here now, wouldn't she?
"By the way, where is Star?" he asked. "Or Janna? Or Marco? Why are you here, of all people?"
That came out a lot more rude than he had intended. Fortunately for him, Jackie seemingly took no offense.
"Janna and Marco are driving. Apparently he is the only one of us with any experience taking this thing for a ride, and Janna is the only one of us who can read a map of hell," she explained. "Star is busy brooding up there."
She pointed at the ceiling above them.
"Star... brooding?" he repeated dumbly. It is not like he didn't know what the princess was going through, or how much it had affected her. Hell, he had seen the hurt and fury in her eyes last night as she fought, however briefly. Still, knowing Star as long as he did, the thought of her sulking simply did not fit his picture of the mewman princess. If anything, it was he that used to do that, even back when they were dating and he had few excuses for unhappiness.
"I don't think she wants to be with anyone right now. She got into another spat with Janna and has been sitting on the roof ever since," Jackie continued, paying no mind to his confusion. "As for why me? Well, your girlfriend wanted someone to keep watch over you, and she asked me to do it."
"My girlfriend?" he asked. Then it clicked. "Janna is not..."
Jackie raised an eyebrow. Tom stopped mid-sentence.
"I don't know what we are, ok?!" he spat, irritably.
"Fair enough, dude," Jackie shrugged. "... just make sure she doesn't know either. Anyways, we should probably tell them that you are back in the land of the living."
Tom sensed the endless currents of dead souls that flowed through the vastness of Sam's domain. 'The land of the living'? It was anything but.
"Sure," he answered, getting up.
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Guiding Tom's hearse through the depths of the underworld was certainly a unique experience. It was not at all like riding it from one dimension to another, where the entire ride seemed as if the horse and carriage were gliding through an infinite sea of flame, with no geography of its own. It was also not like riding it on Earth, where its slow movement seemed almost mundane by comparison. Down here, the scene around them moved way too fast for how a normal horse would gallop. Yet, Marco, holding the reins through the coach's front window, didn't feel the flow of air against his face that their velocity would imply, nor the bumpiness of the harsh rock terrain below them. Hell, Star was sitting atop the damn thing now, and apparently she had no complaints, at least none about their movement.
"So, what's going on between you and Star?" he ventured asking to the girl besides him.
"What's going on between you and Star?" Janna echoed the question back to him. Without looking away from the scene above them.
It was majestic, in a horrifying sort of way. Where Earth of Mewni would have blue skies or, at night, a tapestry of constellations, Sam's hell had a permanent blue aurora over its entire firmament. A blue aurora that, Janna had assured the boy, was made of mind-bogglingly huge streams of souls, all flowing towards a gaping void in the center of its celestial vault. Right below that void, said Tom's maps, was a huge black fortress; inside that, a city; and inside that, Sam's palace. The land was no less eerie than the sky, with narrow bridges, hundreds of miles long, twisting and turning over an ocean sized chasm. A faint red glow shone from below the bottomless abyss, and every so often a huge black spike of rock rose from the depths, higher than the bridge they were in: a wicked torn stabbing the sky.
"Me and Star?" Marco asked. In the back of his mind, he hoped the troublesome girl had been reading the maps right. This would be a terrible place to get lost in, even with the finding ritual at hand as their last resort. "You are the one who almost got into a fist fight with her just now, Janna! Star and I are fine."
"Suuuure you are," she said, sarcastically.
"Ok, so, maybe it freaks me out a little bit that she seems to be getting more and more, well, maybe, forceful is the word? Like, the stuff she did back there. I mean, the situation definitely warranted it. That shape-shifting thing is going to give me nightmares for weeks! It's just, well, I have never seen Star be so... vicious?" he hesitated. "I just don't know how to keep her from being too far gone, you know? I can't imagine what she is going through, and I am not going to tell her how to deal with what happened to her mom. How could I? But, sometimes, I wish the old Star were back, that I knew how to bring her back. I worry if there is anything left of her. And well, it is super dumb that I am still worried about this too, but there is the thing with the spying spell, and how Star and Jackie haven't really talked since then. Also, I think I hurt Jackie, like really badly, even though she is being incredibly chill about it, and... why am I telling you all of this?"
"No idea," Janna shrugged.
They rode in silence for some time after that.
A huge thing that looked somewhat like a rose and somewhat like an octopus, passed flying above them. Its main body was a black bulb of amorphous 'petals', of a bright purple color. That form alone was the size of Echo Creek's cafeteria building. Attached to it was a mass of black tentacles, thick as sewer mains, each of them full of eyes and mouths. It screamed a piercing hunger-filled scream through ten thousand maws. For some reason, it reminded Marco of something, of someone. He knew that they should have been more afraid than they felt. But, honestly, they had been seeing things like that all day. They always passed by and left them alone. When asked about that, Janna had reminded him that they had all been invited, and that Sam had promised no harm would come to them if they didn't fuck things up. Her words, not his.
Marco wondered a bit about Janna. About how comfortable she was with all of this. The girl had always been fascinated by the morbid and creepy, but this was different. She had spent weeks living with Tom in the underworld, immersing herself in the lore, learning who knows what dark magical powers. Hell, it was hard enough coming to terms with the fact that Janna had real magical powers! It was one thing for Marco to see Star casting magic, or Tom throwing fireballs around, another to see Janna shoot lightning from her hands.
Then again, he had magic of his own. He knew the ritual of finding, and also knew that there were many more where that had come from. Marco knew that, once, back in Hekapoo's dimension, he had mastered dozens of powerful magical rituals, maybe more. He vaguely felt he could do things that would have given even Star a run for her money. After all, it had been enough to level the playing field with Hekapoo. But now? All he could do was find things, and whatever he found cost him a memory. He still didn't even know what he had forgotten, back when he used it to find a way in Tom's maps room. He hoped it hadn't been something important.
Maybe, maybe he could use that ritual to find the others, the memories he was missing. After all, if the ritual could find a place, or a person, why not a memory? It certainly could take them from him. He took a deep breath. It was worth a shot. He couldn't afford to keep being the most useless of the five of them. At least Jackie knew how to use a weapon. A red belt in karate was just not going to cut it for this. The problem was, how to name a memory? Perhaps...
He closed his eyes, lifted his closed fist to his mouth, muttered the words and exhaled. The tip of his finger shone bright with white light. In the back of his mind, he knew this was a bad idea. There was something dangerous about attempting rituals using vague and hopeful wording, and what he was asking for was as vague as could be. He traced the first glyph, rough and sharp, drawn in a single curving pattern along the air.
"What is that?" Janna asked, curious. Marco grinned at her, happy he could also still surprise the witch as well.
"Strength," he translated. He had asked to find strength. He didn't know the glyphs for spell, or ritual.
He continued drawing in mid air, a light glyph that curled intricately around the previous one, delicate and ephemeral. "And this one is thought, or memory. I am trying to find something... to remember something I forgot. A sealed memory is what Hekapoo called it."
"A sealed memory?" Janna muttered pensive. Her face turned into a frown, as if she were trying to recall something herself.
Marco's drawing shone brighter and folded unto itself, turning into a small sphere, a transparent flake of light. It flew towards him, to the middle of his forehead, and buried itself into his skull. He felt no different. Was the spell telling him that the strength was in him all along? That was nice and all, kinda poetic, but well, also terribly useless! Or was it just saying: 'Hey you lazy idiot, you have these memories inside you already. That you don't remember is not my fucking problem!'
Marco felt that was a weird way for him to phrase it, actually, even in his mind. It didn't sound like his own thoughts. It sounded like what someone else would say, someone Marco knew well. But who? Try as he might, he couldn't remember. Hekapoo? No, that wasn't quite right either... His thoughts were interrupted as Janna raised her hand in front of his face, fingers poised as if she were about to snap them together.
Janna clicked her fingers and a ball of blue flames floated in mid air in front of him, causing the boy to back away in surprise from the heat, and almost let go of the reins. She gave Marco the most smug look he had ever seen in her face, and there had been plenty to benchmark against.
"Hey, nice one, Janna," came a familiar male voice behind the two of them. Marco turned around to see Tom and Jackie walking into the driver compartment.
"Hey Marco, missed me?" Jackie joked. He, in fact, had.
Tom's otherwise glowing smile fell at that moment, as he looked out of the window.
"Belial and Belphegor!" he swore. "We are here..."
Marco looked back towards the front of the hearse and saw what the fiend meant. It was perhaps fifty miles away still, as the tentacled-monstrosity flies, and probably a lot further through the labyrinthine bridges of hell. But the fast-moving carriage would cross that span in just a handful more minutes. At the distance, he could see a humongous citadel, almost more a mountain that an edifice. On the corners, twelve enormous towers rose towards the sky, each ended by a claw-like crown of five spikes. It looked almost as if those were twelve titanic hands, holding up the black-hole at the center of this world's heavens.
Just as Marco was about to comment on the sight before him, he felt a jolt in his stomach, and the sight was no longer there. Nor the carriage. Nor the sky.
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"Ah, just in time!" a bemused voice exclaimed. Star scrambled to find its source, to figure out her new surroundings, to get ready to strike back at whatever had yanked her from the top of Tom's hearse and deposited here. But, where was 'here', exactly?
It looked like a gigantic foyer, one that reminded the princess of the throne room of Butterfly Castle. It was, in fact, eerily similar. The same minaret windows, the same diamond patterns, the blue banners. Oh god, it looked just like the place her mom had died in!
She had avoided that room the whole week she was back in Mewni, opting to give speeches in public squares and conduct more private government business in the council chambers. As soon as she was able, she had delegated all hearings in the throne room back to her dad. She felt sick, about to vomit, and not just because of the disorienting teleportation.
Except it wasn't Mewni's throne room. It was wrong in too many ways to be the real thing. The windows showed the hellish soul-river sky she had been watching before. The banners had a flaming sword surrounded by a twelve pointed circle, instead of any of the heraldry symbols more common in Mewni. The statues showed grotesque cyclopean creatures instead of famous historical mewmans. Most importantly, instead of two thrones, there was a single statue of an obsidian clawed hand, rising up from the floor. Languidly sprawled along its palm, lied a young man of marble-white skin, glowing golden hair, and blinding blue eyes.
"Hope you like the look, princess Star," Sam spoke equably. "I redecorated, in honor of my esteemed guests. Please, make yourselves... at home."
Star glared at the devil, and it took all of her self-control to not point her wand at him. Instead, she took a deep breath. When the princess spoke, her voice was a polite but cold monotone. "Well, thank you for the invitation, lord Sam, and for being such a gracious host. I assure you I wish nothing more than to be able to return such politeness in kind and in the same spirit it was given..."
The three humans looked at her dumbfounded. Even Tom seemed somewhat surprised, although he gave her thumbs up behind his own back.
'Geez', Star thought. They could give her a bit more credit! Sure, diplomacy wasn't like her strongest suit ever, but is not like she didn't see what this asshole was trying to provoke her into doing. They were safe as long as they didn't 'violate his hospitality', whatever that meant. If this passive aggressive bullshit was how he wanted to play it, then Star would oblige.
"Excellently spoken," Sam responded, not bothering to conceal his amusement. "I would assume, of course, that a guest as polite as yourself would have brought some suitable gift for their humble host?"
Fuck, that was some Miss Heinous level of protocol horseshit! Star saw the horror dawning in Tom's eyes. They had, of course, not had time to pack any presents. Not that she seriously believed they could have brought anything Sam wanted. It was just his next move in whatever sick game he was playing. It was also a completely different behavior than the one Janna had described to her before. But the girl had also warned Star that Sam changed attitude like a snake changes skins.
Either way, this had an easy fix. Star smiled back at the devil and slowly raised her wand, pointing it calmly to the space between the two, making sure there was no way in here it could be misinterpreted as an act of aggression. She closed her eyes and dipped down. She didn't know a spell for this occasion, but that didn't really matter when you did things the hard way, when you took the time to get to the chunks. With a thought, she summoned forth a huge treasure chest, filled with gold, fine silks, diamonds, and, most important, corn. It was much easier than recreating her entire room anyways.
"A sample of traditional mewnian crafts and goods," she announced with a curtsy. She refrained from adding where she thought Sam could stick all of that corn.
"A kind gift, and an even kinder sentiment," Sam remarked with a nod. Star got an eerie feeling from his tone, almost as if he could read her previous thought and was replying to it as well. Either way, he was openly grinning now. "Sorry for the abruptness in getting you here, by the way. I do not believe a visit to the slums of the city below would have been pleasant for any of you, or particularly entertaining for myself. I could always be convinced otherwise, of course."
"That won't be necessary," Tom interrupted, relieving Star from having to come up with a witty response to the implied threat. She looked down through the windows then, to the smoke filled labyrinth of alleys and cavernous dwellings of the city of Dis. Sam's castle, apparently, literally floated in the middle of the city, a thousand paces above the ground. The demon prince continued, "I just hope my carriage and horse are being taken good care of?"
"Ah, don't you worry about that, bro," Sam responded, effusively, yet evasively. As he regarded Tom, his eyes were not glowing anymore, and his expression had become almost witless compared to his earlier show of devious flair. "You should just relax and enjoy the party. Let your old pal Sam here take care of the dets, man!"
If anything, Star liked his previous mask better. Easier to know where they stood with that one.
Once again, as if he could tell what she was thinking, Sam's eyes lit up in harsh blue light as he turned back to her. "Now, I do believe you all brought your invitations. So how about we get you all more comfortable?" he asked.
It was clearly a rhetorical question, since just that very same instant, five pieces of black paper came flying out of the teens' pockets and bags, coming up to float right above their heads. The invitations exploded into a shower of ashen confetti atop each of them. As the flakes fell on Star, she felt her bright green dress lengthening and changing into a dark purple gown. The cartoon octopus in the middle transmuted itself into a large silver blooming rose. Long thorn-covered ivy-like vines extended out from the flower and through all of the dress fabric in an intricate pattern. Her purple plastic boots turned black and velvet, with sizable heels sprouting from their soles. Her stockings lost the stripped pattern and became entirely black and dangerously sheer, if not for the added length of the outfit's skirt. Her horned diadem remained, but turned into pure shining silver. Her cheekmarks themselves turned into mauve colored closed rosebuds.
Yes, Star thought, so much better this way. She felt elegant, she felt wicked, she felt above it all. The countess. She could work with that. She understood this was more than a costume. Maybe, if she had never read Eclipsa's notes, she wouldn't have gotten it so quickly. It wasn't that the disguise controlled her, that it overrode her own personality or thoughts, nothing quite so crude. But there were additional instincts, additional sensations, additional feelings that came with the role. Star liked those feelings. They resonated with her current state of mind, powerfully and insidiously. This was how she could tell this was going to be more dangerous than she initially thought. It was easier to resist a compulsion you found hateful, rather than one you found pleasant; or so had Eclipsa's little book of mischief warned, and advised, her.
She looked around, at the others. Marco was, well, he was hot. The champion. It sort of reminded her of older Marco, but it wasn't quite that. His body hadn't changed from his almost 15 year old self, and the outfit was very different from that he ended up wearing in Hekapoo's dimension, even if it shared a certain harsh aesthetic. He was clad in brown leather, which covered only his torso and upper legs, leaving his strong arms bare. He had a red bandanna around his head. A makeshift suit of armor covered his chest and abdomen, made of iron plates strewn together with leather straps. It was a scratched dented ugly thing, and Star loved it! The safe kid had never looked this dangerous. Hell, Sam had given him a double edged iron sword to match. Primitive by mewman standards, it resembled those weapons from her history classes back on Earth, from a place called Rome, or sometimes Greece. Those were the same, right? Star was never great at Earth history. Either way, Marco looked badass!
Tom also ended up rather dashing, in a very different way. The scoundrel indeed. He was dressed in black thin silky fabric for the upper half, with a V neck that reached well below the middle of his well-toned yet lean chest. The lower half was a very tight-fitting set of long leather pants. His hands were sprinkled by a series of rather interesting silver rings. He wore black and smooth leather boots. Star realized that Sam had given him a rose tattoo on the neck, and another one near his abdomen, whose shape she couldn't quite see fully under even the low collar of his shirt. His usual earing had been replaced by a silver one shaped into a sapphire-eyed skull.
Janna had said Sam liked men. Seeing the costume choices, Star had to believe that was true. The troublemaker herself, by contrast, was dressed in a plain black hooded robe, with a pentagram etched in what looked to be blood through the back of it. Knowing Janna, she would love it. But to the mewman princess, that was really, well, 'meh'. And Jackie... oh wow, and not the good kind!
Jackie was dressed in brown rags, her usually carefully tousled hair was messed up to hell and plastered together into grimy clumps, her face covered in dirt. Along her wrists were two very solid metal shackles, tied together by a short chain. Same thing around her feet, to the point she would need to shuffle more than walk. A lot of her was exposed through the old broken-down fabric, and yet, it wasn't an alluring look. This was the harsh vulnerable kind of exposed, not the playful kind. Mostly, Jackie looked miserable, and weak. Her expression looked shocked and pained, and so very lost, probably courtesy of those extra 'instincts' that came with her costume. The slave. Star glared at Sam, and noticed, out of the corner of her eye, that Marco was doing the same.
"How do you all like your threads? You look fantastic, if I may say so myself," beamed the devil. "The party itself doesn't start until tomorrow's afternoon, I am afraid. It would be good manners for you to keep the costumes on through your stay, of course. I'd be happy to entertain you tonight as well, perhaps a tour of..."
"Actually, Sam," Tom spoke. "We are thankful for the offer, but I believe we are all quite tired from a long journey. Perhaps showing us to our rooms would be enough for the day?"
He turned and winked at Star, and at the rest of them. Of course, the less time they spent with Sam around, the better. So long as they could find a polite excuse to get away.
"Mmm, Tom, bro, I am a little disappointed in you," remarked their host. Despite the words, he was grinning. "I do not believe that early rest matches the role of a proper scoundrel, now, does it?"
Right. Right. 'Be in character, or else'. Oh, Star was really getting to hate this guy. She looked back at Tom, to see if he was worried, as he often was when Sam was involved, or angry perhaps, at being toyed with like this. The demon prince was grinning back at his 'old pal'.
"Oh, you don't see a reason why a scoundrel would want to retire to his chambers with a crowd of beautiful ladies? Sam, that's exactly what this deviant catsuit of yours is telling me I should do!" Tom countered. "Guess you wouldn't understand." He flashed Sam a strangely cocky grin.
Star could hardly believe this was Tom. Sure, he had always been somewhat suave, and sometimes a bit forward when it came to her, personally. But, 'three beautiful ladies'? Really? She glanced at Janna, but the stupid cowl of her witch costume didn't allow anyone to see her face. She would have paid to see her reaction to that statement!
"Ah, well played, Tommy boy, very well played," Sam smiled. "I do believe you will keep to your role quite nicely, after all, bro. But, can all of your playmates say the same? Oh, this is going to be so much fun tomorrow... when we play for keeps. Very well... early rest it is. Goodnight."
He clapped his hands once, and they were all yanked out of place once more.
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Star looked out through the window of her room. Bonfires burned in the city below. It was subtle, this high up, but the scent was one of burning meat. She doubted it was a barbecue. Sam hadn't been kidding when he said they would probably not enjoy a visit down there. Star shrugged, hell was what hell was, after all. She closed her eyes and dipped down. In front of her, the ghostly green form of Moon the Undaunted appeared, floating in mid air, immobile. It was not her mom, and it was not the creature from last night. It was merely a simulation, a sculpture of light.
She pointed her wand at the image and pierced her mom's heart with a single ray of dark violet energy. The mirage popped away like a soap bubble. There. That was how easy it was. So, why hadn't she been able to do it? Why did she hesitate last night? She knew it wasn't her mom. She almost got them all killed!
With a growl of frustration, Star pointed her wand down through the open window. A blast of shadow and fire rained down on the burning city below, barely noticeable over the background chaos that was Dis. It relieved the princess of some frustration, and if she hit someone, well, if they were here, not only would they deserve it, she could hardly make their day any worse than Sam's domain would on its own.
Still, she had failed at the one thing she had been telling herself for days she would not fail at. She had practiced with the statues, many many times, to make sure to strike true. 'Aim it directly at its heart' had instructed Eclipsa. Star knew that her mom had failed to kill Toffee, that she had missed her shot, so the princess had diligently practiced her own aim. Even so, she had failed too. She felt angry at herself, she felt like a screwup and, despite the haughty persona flowing from her purple dress, she felt weak.
She heard a knock on the door.
Marco and Jackie, perhaps? She hadn't seen them since Sam clapped his hands and sent them all to their rooms. Apparently they had all been assigned to different lodgings. Hers looked very similar to her mom's old room in Mewni, of course, because that was the kind of thing that gave the devil his jollies or something. At this point, Star barely cared. There had at least been a warm dinner on the table when she had popped into existence there.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"Me," responded a hesitant male voice.
"Tom?" she asked, surprised. "Come on in. Did you and Janna get separated in this place as well?"
"Nah, he put us both together," he replied as he entered the room. Looking around with wide eyes. "Is this...?"
"Yup," she cut him. She hoped that made it clear that she wasn't going to discuss whose room this looked like.
Tom looked like he was about to say something, but then seemly thought better of it. Instead, he added, "well, if its any consolation, he put Janna and I in much crappier digs. Think a cross between a rental room at a bordello and a pharmacy, with all these weird flasks on the walls."
"So, a room for a witch and whatever a 'scoundrel' is supposed to be in this case?" Star observed. "Anyways, Tom, why are you not there with Janna now, then?"
"Ah, well, she wanted to be alone right now, actually. She said something about figuring out a thing she might have forgotten," the demon prince explained. "And, well, after what happened last night, and what happened just now down there... I had to make sure you were ok."
"Tom, you didn't have to do anything," Star remarked pointedly. "I am fine. I can take care of myself."
The moment she said the words, she regretted them. After all, they weren't even true. If not for Tom, they would have all lost last night, possibly died, maybe something worse.
"I... I am sorry, Star, I didn't mean..." Tom looked like she had just slapped him on the face. He began walking towards the door. "Well, anyways, glad to see you are alright..."
It was a very different Tom than the one she had seen last night. She remembered him floating into the air, invoking whatever weird magics he had by virtue of being the ruler of the particular underworld they were in. She remembered the strain on his body from commanding those energies, and how fierce he had seem in his proclamation. Honestly, it had been kind of impressive. She had seen Tom angry and vengeful before, but never on someone else's behalf, and never quite so in control. When he fell, at the end, Star had been terrified. She jumped to catch him, even as her own body burned with pain.
"Tom, wait!" she stopped him. "I am sorry. And thank you... for checking on me, and for yesterday too. Also, well, thank you for being there for me, these past few days. I... I am not alright. I think it's pretty obvious I am not even close to alright."
Tom gave her a very faint smile. "Want to talk about it, Star? I might know a thing or two about not being alright."
She looked at him, hesitantly. For a moment, she wondered what was his angle here? What was Tom planning?
A few months ago, the answer would have been obvious, even to a far more naive version of herself. But Tom was with Janna these days, wasn't he? Plus, he had given no signal of wanting to be anything but friends with the princess since they patched things up. Except, well, last night, as he passed out, he had called her Starship again. Hadn't he? And now he was alone with her, in her room, at night, in his magical gigolo outfit. It was reasonable to wonder, wasn't it? Star didn't think she was being unfair to at least consider whether the demon might have less than perfectly chaste intentions in being here tonight. But was she wondering because she feared he might have ulterior motives? Or because she hoped so?
Her glance traveled up the slim leather pants and the dark silk shirt, to the lean and toned chest underneath, and the mysterious tattoo half visible in the exposed part of his chest. Whatever did peek out was vaguely triangle-shaped. In most other boys, the ensemble would have perhaps looked just a little too feminine, but Tom managed to pull it off quite nicely. Something inside tugged at her as she regarded the fiend. Was the feeling her own? Or perhaps something in her own role? Either way, it was a terrible idea. She was with Marco, Tom was with Janna, and every time there had been something between the two of them before it had ended in tears.
Tom blushed and then looked down, guiltily. "I, I know how this looks like, but... Just talk, I swear! I can handle this stupid costume. After what I did to you that night, the night of the concert... I don't want to hurt you like that again, Star!"
Star pondered the words for a minute. Then realized she had something else to say about that night, something she should have said back in St O's, or during the last week. Something she only now fully understood, with the perspective of much deeper wounds.
"Tom, I think I am the one who should have apologized for that night. You told me exactly what you wanted, and I said yes, and then I used you," she pointed out. "I am not saying you going all fire and brimstone at the end was a nice look. But, well, now that I understand what having real anger burn within you feels like, anger you can't quench or suppress, I am just saying... I get it. I hurt you, and you made an effort not to hurt me in return, as best you could. Then I acted as if you had been the bad guy, well, the only bad guy, as if I was blameless."
He tried to say something and Star cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"But that's not the worst part," she continued. "I knew you were in pain before, since we broke up, since even before that. I knew you were dealing with dark difficult things, ugly things, and my response was to abandon you. And now, when it is I who is hurting and full of fire, and no one can stand to be around me, you have been there for me... For all I have complained about you before, and for all I made you say you were sorry, in the end you are a better friend to me than I was to you, Tom. I am sorry."
"Star, you don't need to apologize," Tom walked up towards her and hugged her. "It was not your job to fix my problems, it was mine. You have probably been the best friend I have ever had, and the best girlfriend too."
'Wait? Was he saying...? What about Janna?' Star thought.
"Maybe you are right Tom. It wasn't my job. But neither is yours to help me with mine. Even Marco has no idea what to do with me now. Hell, even I don't know what I want..." she vented.
It really wasn't the human boy's fault, he was doing the best he could to be there for Star. But, well, he didn't get it. There was no darkness in Marco Diaz's life, other than that Star herself brought him. And she didn't want to show him even half of what was boiling inside of her now. But Tom, maybe Tom would understand.
"What do you think you want, Star?" he asked, cautiously.
"To avenge my mom," she replied without hesitation. Then, a few seconds later, "To get rid of this need to hurt someone, badly. To feel something other than anger, and emptiness, and cold. To not hurt him, of all people..."
Star had been so lonely these days. Yes, she was avoiding Marco, at least as much as he avoided her. But it was not that she didn't want the company. She had fantasized about being with him so many times this week, about crying, and shouting, about breaking things, and about making love. But she had to retain control, because if she didn't, if she let go, she would hurt him. Even now, she was thinking of doing something that would surely hurt him, if he ever knew; him, and Tom, and Janna too.
Ah, hell, screw Janna! She had been nothing but a snappy bitch to Star these days. And screw Marco too. After all, he hadn't come to find her, Tom had! Marco had Jackie, Jackie and self-righteous sermons about how Star was turning evil for wanting to get some payback on her mom's killer. He got two, it was only fair that she got two as well, wasn't it?
With her new outfit's heels, Star was almost at eye level with Tom, so it was just a matter of pushing herself slightly.
She kissed him.
He didn't recoil from it, and soon their lips were opening, their tongues intertwined in passion. Star's hands roaming the sides of his torso. His hands behind her back, seeking her wings.
She pushed herself away. "Wait, Tom! I shouldn't do this!" she exclaimed. It was crazy! It was the costume speaking, and all of her frustration listening to it!
"Right, right, you are in a vulnerable moment, and you are with Marco, and I am being a huge jerk again..." Tom started walking back horrified. "I am so sorry, Star."
"What? Are you kidding?! Weren't you listening just now?!" Star shouted at him. "You are not being a jerk. I am! I... I was about to use you again, Tom. I am lonely, and messed up, and angry at... at too many people, and I was just about to foist all that stuff on you, again, because you are the one person I am apparently ok with hurting, even though lately you have been nothing but kind to me. I am sorry..."
"So, basically, you mean you are not in love with me - which, big surprise, I knew that - but that you want me for... for what exactly?" he asked.
"I, I haven't been with Marco since my mom died. I don't even know if we are still a thing. I guess we are. But he can't deal with the darkest parts of me right now, nor can I show them to him, and those are the ones that want to do this," she explained. "I don't want to stay like this forever: cold on the outside, boiling with rage on the inside. I want to be the girl Marco used to like, and I do still like him too. But I do miss... I need... I am sorry... I thought... I mean... fuck, I am horrible."
"You thought you could pump me and dump me? Use me to get off and to unleash all the dark stuff you got clogged up in there?" Tom clarified. He was remarkably candid, and remarkably accurate. She nodded, ashamed. Then, he added, "Ok, works for me, Star. Let's do this."
"What?! Tom, it is not a nice thing... I mean, I know you like me - like, like me like me - and this is not fair to you!" Star reminded him. "I can't give you what I know you really want from me. Besides, what about Janna?"
He closed the distance between them in a swift step. Looking at Star in the eyes, he replied, "You told me exactly what you wanted, and I said yes. What happens to me now is my own damn fault. Is roughly what you said before, so it sounds extremely fair to me, Star."
He kissed her deeply, hungrily, pushing her body against his with his right arm. She kissed him back, and felt something foul and nasty, and disturbingly enjoyable, break free inside her. She was no longer at the point of giving any more warnings. Tom wanted her to let go, and she would. So much pent up frustration, so much pent up stress, and far worse things.
She felt a devious inspiration then, 'The Countess' no doubt, and she pointed her wand at Tom's chest. She threw him back into her bed with a relatively gentle wave of force. Relatively gentle for the two of them, of course. The demon prince yelped, not in pain, but in surprise.
"Tom, sit there. I have something to show you," she announced. His shock turned into a delighted grin as Star put the wand down by the floor, slowly kicked away her boots, and began undoing the lace strings holding the blouse of her gown together.
Sure, the rules said to stay in costume at all times, but somehow she didn't believe Sam would count this one against them. It didn't seem like his style.
Tom's three eyes were glued to the middle of the princess' chest now. Whatever this dress was, it had more lift there than anything the mewman had worn before. But even so, it was not like there was much to lift in the first place. Tom licked his lips hungrily, and that gave Star all the confidence boost she needed to continue. She let the fabric fall from over one of her shoulders, and the dress slipped down until it was barely above her nipple. She stopped there, as long as she could hold, resisting the urge of rushing the surprise.
He looked at her attentively and impatiently, but said nothing. Star closed her eyes, dipped down, and the fabric began turning translucent. Slowly, ever so slowly, it vanished. She raised her left hand, and a web of green ribbons of light rose from beneath the floor. It passed through the furniture of the room, but was solid to the two teens. It lifted him from the bed and herself from the floor. Naked, smiling, she began crawling along the spiderweb towards a very bewildered Tom.
"Mephistopheles on a monocycle, Starship! ... I mean, Star, sorry... Since when can you do this sort of thing without your wand?!" the demon prince asked. Apparently she had managed to surprise him indeed.
"Oh, 'Starship' is fine, actually," she remarked, as she reached the middle of the web, rolling herself to his side, pressing her naked body against his still clothed form, whispering in his ear. "And you'd be surprised the things I can do now..."
Her eyes glowed green as she traced a finger through the exposed triangle of his chest, a thin trace of green flame burned below her touch. It was what he had done to her, many times before, light pain, soothing pleasure. Tom gasped. "How about you show me, again, what you can do to me?"
She rolled Tom's body over her own, with extreme ease, positioning him above herself. She crossed her legs around his, pressing her naked crotch against the leather pants of his costume. She felt a swell in the hard fabric reward her performance.
Clumsily, still incredulous, Tom began undoing the buttons of his shirt, letting it fall open to the sides. It was a star. The tattoo. Of course it was a star. A message for her, then, from Sam. He knew this would happen, the smug asshole.
"Star, you are going to need to let go a little bit there if you want me to remove those too," the demon prince remarked, looking down to his pants, just as he threw his shirt to the floor through the magic net. Star just wiggled, relishing the probably uncomfortable pressure building up inside the boy's trousers.
"I thought you were supposed to be some dashing rogue with those on, my devilish scoundrel," she joked. "Why don't you figure a way to make me let go?"
Tom looked at her confused for only one more instant, then he smiled. "Starship, you should know, I am a devilish scoundrel in any clothing."
His claws snapped closed around her wrists, and he lowered his mouth against her neck. He kissed her, at first. Then he bit softly. Then he slid the tips of his razor sharp teeth all over the right side of her nape, and down to the shoulder. If anything, it made her legs close tighter around him, but he didn't seem to mind.
"Oooh," exclaimed Star, appreciatively.
He breathed a hot excited breath along the front of her neck as he moved his head to the other side, repeating his previous actions on her left. After that, he moved up, to nibble on her lobe. He was moving rhythmically against her as he did so. She could feel his strong naked chest against her breasts and the texture of the raised leather against her mound. She wondered if that would stain his pants.
As he rocked against her, he begun to slid lower and lower, until his mouth was hovering over her breast. She waited, and waited. Her entire focus on his breathing over her hard expectant nipple. Instead, she felt a claw caress the boundary between her outer lips and her inner thigh. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and realized Tom was grinning at her from below. As she relaxed in anticipation of his mouth over her boob, he had escaped the hold of her legs! They were now around his abdomen, and he was busy pushing his pants away from his ankles.
"Seems like I win," Tom remarked, as he lowered his mouth over her chest, his tongue dancing circles around the small mounds and flicking at her pert nipples. Star disagreed, this seemed to her a lot like her winning.
Then again, nice as his kisses and touches were, she was looking for something more... visceral. She wanted to let go of things inside her that weren't all puppies and rainbows. It was why she wanted him tonight, him in particular. She dug her fingernails into Tom's back. The demon didn't even seem to notice. With another plunge into the depths of her magic, Star sent waves of pain directly into his back muscles through the tips of her fingers. Violet lightning crisscrossed his purple flesh like ivy over a stone wall. The demon prince grunted and howled.
"Tom, I am going to need you to hurt me too," she explained.
Two fingers plunged themselves into her cunt, just as the boy bit hard on her nipple. Shit! Ouch! Fuck! Yeah, that was what she was talking about, actually! Star howled and moaned.
"Good boy!" she remarked.
Soon, she got used to the motions of Tom finger-fucking her, and the pain was replaced by pleasure as her already wet sex became drenched enough to accommodate the fast motions. His teeth scrapping along her chest, as well as the embracing fires, continued to provide a source of soothing torment. They proceeded that way for a while. Every so often, he would hold his fingers inside her as his open palm rubbed her most sensitive spot from the outside, slowly, almost gently, just as he bit hard on her breast for contrast.
"Aaaah, fuck. Ok, Tom, my turn," she eventually spoke. The entire web twisted around them, and she was now on top of him once more. "How do you like it?" she asked, confidently. A far cry from their previous time together.
"However you need it, Starship," he responded with an equally cocky grin.
With that invitation extended to her, Star proceeded to rock herself over the boy's erect member. Soon, effortlessly, he was inside her. She bounced up and down a bit, but something wasn't right. It was not doing it for her. Not in the way she needed.
The princess slowed down and pushed Tom down with her arms and chest. She pressed his wrists against the magical net, and soon two extra ribbons of light snapped around her partners arms, then two around his legs. She kissed him softly. With a grin, she instructed him calmly, "I am going to need you to struggle."
Tom blinked for a moment, then returned her smile. He began trashing, pulling against the magical restrains. It was not enough. Star didn't feel like he was trying to escape, not really, just giving a very half-hearted show of it. Frustrated, she pushed two fingers towards the middle of Tom's star tattoo. A burst of green flames sprouted from it, burning him for real. She began tracing the contours of the star on his flesh.
Tom yelled. His eyes turned into bright red coals. He began trembling and fighting for real, and as he did, Star continued to push herself up and down his cock, faster and faster. She felt powerful, she felt in control. This is what she wanted, what she needed. To hurt Tom, to subdue him, to have him squirm below her mighty fury! This was why she couldn't have done this with Marco, why she needed the demon tonight. This time, he was what she needed, what she wanted. "Toooom!" she screamed.
"Staaarrgh!!" he shouted in agony. Then, as she removed her hand from his abdomen, worried that she was harming him for real, he added, in the softest whisper, "... continue."
She looked at her hands, they were dark, filled with glowing purple veins. In her arousal, she had long ago forgotten to maintain the stupid glamour. She pressed both her palms into Tom's chest, and let some of the darkness flow out of her. Red fire burned all around them as Tom screeched. Not wanting to burn the place down, and anger their infernal host in the process, Star contained the flames in a shielding bubble. It was remarkable that, in the throes of passion, she still had this much control. She was so more powerful than she had ever been. It felt... exhilarating.
She focused on her movements then, on the wonderfully filling sensations of impaling herself on Tom's cock. She kept one hand on his chest, pumping pain into him, as she brought the other one down to her sex. The combined stimulation of her trashing prey and her own fingers were drawing her closer and closer to the end. Tom's own pulsating orgasm was the final straw that sent her flying out of her skull. Almost literally so.
She could, for a second, see the scene from the outside. She was in the room's ceiling, floating amongst a green mist. She saw her own expression of maniacal glee and blissed-out climax. She saw Tom's burning red eyes, and the charred marks in the flesh of his chest. In an instant, she was back inside her own body.
"Oh, crap! Tom, are you ok?" she asked as she rolled herself down to his side. Star knew Tom was tough, really tough. It was the only reason she had allowed herself to go this far. But what if she had gone too far, even for him?
"I am fine, Starship. Demon, remember? I can handle a bit of doom and hellfire. It is... an experience," he smiled, even as he winced. "Guess now I have an idea of how Janna feels..."
Star saw Tom's expression turn sour at this, and perhaps a bit guilty. Right, Janna! Tom was with her now, wasn't he? And they had just... And what about Star herself? She was with Marco! And with Jackie, sort of. What was it they had said about other people, a lifetime ago? 'If either of you ever have some other guy you like, then we should talk about it, and have the same deal apply. I would feel like such a jerk otherwise...' is what Marco had said. This didn't seem like talking about it first, though.
She had felt justified, before; almost, albeit not completely, in the right. She had reasoned that Janna was irritating, and Marco too self-righteous, and that anyways two for two was fair. Star didn't feel so sure about those arguments now.
"I think this was a mistake, Tom," she remarked.
"Yeah..." he answered.
Star didn't know if it was her imagination, but he sounded even more guilty than she felt.
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She was in the room's ceiling, floating amongst a green mist. She saw Star's expression of maniacal glee and blissed-out climax. She saw Tom's burning red eyes, and the charred marks in the flesh of his chest. In an instant, she was back inside her own body. Jackie Lynn Thomas was shocked pale by what she had just seen.
She turned around in the pile of straw that Sam had assigned her as a bed, towards the boy who rested sitting against the stone wall of their cell. He wore the same shocked expression she was sure she had.
"Marco, I am not sure what just happened, but I think I just saw Star and..."
"Yeah, me too..."
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