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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Ava's_Demon
  Relationship:
      Wrathia_Bellarmina/Ava_Ire
  Character:
      Ava_Ire, Wrathia_Bellarmina, Maggie_Lacivi, Odin_Arrow, Gil_Marverde
  Additional Tags:
      Tentabulges, LOTSSSSS_of_crying, like_real_talk_help_ava_she_never_wanted
      this, Loneliness, Longing_for_Attention, Insecurity, Forced, Restraints,
      Rope_Vine_Bondage?_but_yknow_its_not_consensual_so, new_body, Violent
      Outbreak, ava_finally_snaps, but_its_useless, Sexual_Torture, Knob-
      Polishing, AY_YO_SHE_CUMS_LAVA
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-29 Chapters: 2/? Words: 2181
****** Reheating for Further Use ******
by totallymarie
Summary
     Being turned into a world destroying demigod partially against your
     own will is surprisingly exhausting.
Notes
     owo what's this? something that isn't splatoon related?
     i encourage you to check the tags because holy shit this is by far
     one of the worst things ive thought up of lol
     oh and this might not make much sense prior to the most recent update
     as of the date i uploaded because i wrote it beforehand
***** Step One: Annealing *****
 She couldn't swallow. Oh, by the gods, she tried, but the overgrown collection
of vines and thorns sadistically poked at her burning throat whenever it
threatened to have the most basic of reflexes. The world she once shared
equally now reeked of ash and burning books, and her glassy gaze continued to
blur and distort as the only thing she could see was a glowing tree, nearly
split in two but still living; a rebirth, some might call it. Hot tears rolled
down her pale cheeks, wanting so desperately for someone to wake her out of her
sleep, but nothing came. Nothing came fast enough. The human turned vengess was
doomed to suffer for just a couple more minutes...
 
     She's stone-cold!
 
     Well, what do you expect me to do with her?
 
     When she opened her eyes after what felt like aeons, Ava realized she had
been resting upon a bed unknown and unfit by her--a bright aqua-green in
contrast to her deep scarlet, and sheets tightly tucked, almost choking her, as
if she could be concealed any longer. Funny, she could have sworn she didn't
plan on lying in her own pool of perspiration, adding to the discomfort.
Luckily the plant stalks that restricted her windpipe from functioning were no
longer present, confirmed after swallowing and prodding at her neck; what a
relief.
 
     After a few mindless sets of thrashes, the young lady finally popped out
of the bedsheets, and finally, onto the floor where she grumbled and regained
her ungodly self. She really needed to get used to this new "body". The air she
stored in her lungs took in felt far too chilling, much like heavy ice welling
up in her chest, and, well, the added horns and claws were definitely a change.
The ringing in her ears finally ceased, clearing up a group of muffled voices
outside of her door. The girl crept up to the entrance, grabbed the handle, and
twisted, only to be interrupted by the lock. Ugh, of course they wouldn't let
her out. Ava grunted under her breath and finally let go of the poor doorknob
which was now in a crooked version of its past self thanks to the searing heat
she generated from feelings of frustration. Oh, great! Now she couldn't come
out even if someone actually wanted to unleash pure, unadulterated wrath back
onto the world. She slipped into a gargoyle sit, hugging her knees in
frustration as the only thing she could do now was listen.
     "Wh-Why are you so conc-concerned about her, anyway-s...?" That was Odin,
no doubt about it. The stutter was his signature thing despite always seeming
calm and collected. Maybe it was a nerd thing? The hallway went silent for a
moment before the other thought of an excuse,
     "She just... Who knows what could happen? She's already committed mass
genocide, for fuck's sake, duh." Maggie, an alpha-bitch as usual.
     Then, another voice came into her mind. Ah, what was his name again? Gil?
He was nice, though he was delusional from his devotion to Titan.
     "If she's dead, we no longer have to worry about her, nor will the rest of
the countless people who's loved ones perished in such an ungodly attack. I'm
setting my foot down as the commander of this ship-"
     "Tha-that's not gonna impress us enough, to-t--to actually obey you."
     "-Someone has to be in charge! It's obviously not going to be one who
plummeted all of you into near-death, or the degenerate who can't understand
normal human emotion."
     "Hey! Hey, come on," the plant lady hissed back in offense, but soon
turned submissive again as this was still the man-meat she so desperately
craved. Fuckin' whore.
     "Ouch." Odin added in a completely unimpressed tone.
     "Listen, let's just... Think about this, okay? We've got time once we
leave this place, after all." Gil had to interrupt with an accusation, his head
already in shambles and everything he knew and devoted himself to had tumbled
down. The vengess couldn't really understand his pain, nor was aware of it, so
the blue-faced wreck was only put in a bad light from this heated debate alone.
     "We don't. Titan's forces will find us until we pay the price. I'm going
to check the coordinates for a patch of territory outside of their grasp that
we can reach... If any. Maggie, I suggest you find a way to control your
friend, since it seems you can connect with her the most." His cold, sapphire
eyes flicked as he sized her up, giving her a subtle but quite readable gesture
that her skin was becoming that of bark, like the polar opposite of Ava's. He
was quite sure she was related in some way, shape or form, to that girl.
Despite Magnolia yelling and pleading for him to understand, all she got in
response were footsteps that got softer and softer as she listened. Finally,
she heard a little body slump to the ground and sigh in frustration, followed
by Odin muttering out an excuse to not deal with this drama shit and leave as
well.
     She was ridden with guilt, but also newfound pleasure. Maggie... Cared
about her? Was it because she was afraid? Perhaps she was secretly relieved to
find someone just like her? Someone with a pact? It was enough to make her skin
grow luminescent from the heat built up inside of her. Someone finally cared.
It felt nice... Maybe that pretty, brace-faced girl she knew long ago was still
there under that facade?
     "Ahhh, shit..."
     That stupid smile growing on the young girl's face vanished, getting
morbidly curious once more.
     "Ava... Can't believe this really---" Mags whispering to herself stopped,
getting up and taking a deep breath as if finally getting herself together.
     She could feel her presence. She was right behind the door.
     It went away after a faint grumble of her classmate's throat, and like
that, she was truly alone again. The feeling of loneliness was as painful as
she's ever felt it. Oh, gods, she wanted someone. She needed someone. Anyone.
Even Magnolia's constant hair-pulling was better than being genuinely feared
and alienated. Her eyes, glowing like that of molten steel, began to flutter
closed as she lay on the floor in emotional exhaustion, curled up and salty
tears stinging her fiery face.
     Instinct told her to sleep, but she knew she wouldn't find any rest in her
mind.
***** Step Two: Prince Rupert's Method *****
     "Ahhhh-hahahaha!" That laugh echoed through her throbbing head
mercilessly, causing her tepid, magenta skin to burn back to life, the
vegetation that crept in and around her body combusting into flames and wasting
away. Finally, freedom! The abomination between demon and man, no longer
manipulated by the roots, collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud and gasped
for air, coughing and sputtering. She felt like she was burning; more than
usual, that was, like her lungs were on fire and every crevice, every pore, was
melting faster than she could cool down. Hey, was that Wrathia? Hey there,
Wrathia.
     Ava made a choked screech in alarm, baring her teeth at the vengess who
started this all, a shit-eating grin plastered on her amber face.
   "Ohoho, ohhh... How is your new body treating you recently? Oh, who am I
kidding, you're quite literally leaking with newfound wonder..."
     "Whh-what are you talking abou-" Ava put her hands to her mouth in
mortification as her gaze inched just enough to focus onto the squirming,
glowing thing between her legs. "Hhhhhh!" This was, most definitely, the source
of her heated-ness. How disgusting. Her thick but well-kempt eyebrows bounced
up as soon as she started to catch onto what Miss Bellarmina wanted.
     "Wait-aaahh..." She didn't want to go through this "bonding" act, not
after she bound her with poppies and left her for wake. Still, The new
appendage she had developed seemingly overnight was desperately coiling around
the demon's smooth, glowing digit. Her eyes couldn't focus very well on it, but
perhaps that was for the best.
     Suddenly, Wrathia grabbed onto it tightly, causing the translucent liquid
that hung on the throbbing tentacle to be flung, getting droplets of the
substance over Ava's groin and along the tops of the other's wrists. A heavy
shock ran through her nerves. "Aah-No--please-"
     "Ugh, shut up...!" The wrath demon snapped, summoning flowers to coil and
bind her pact partner's wrists, ankles and hips. A helpless whimper escaped
from the poor girl's mouth in the form of thick, white steam. Great, the
poppies were back. "It's been fifteen whole years since I've been able to vent
out my frustrations... Do you not know how grueling that is for a vengess such
as myself!?" Wrathia's hand stroked and tugged at the girl's member without a
smidgen of grace or pity, "Let me have this!"
     The stimulation was too much. Ava writhed and yelled out for her to stop,
but she wasn't even given a chance to breathe. It didn't feel painful, but it
was hard to describe. It definitely wasn't something she preferred, though. Her
chin pointed to the sky as her hips violently jerked from side to side in a
futile attempt to get away from her tight grip. All she could hear was her own
desperate cries, Wrathia's silent teases and the violent slapping noises when
the side of her palm struck against her pelvis. Well, she didn't think she was
ever gonna cry from foreplay, but here she was.
     After only a couple more minutes of sexual torture, Wrathia slowed down
without any warning, and the host she was abusing realized just how close she
was to reaching her limit, squeezing her bleary gaze tightly as it only took a
couple more gentle strokes to have her break.
     The unforgivable demoness gave her exactly what she wanted.
     Ava's back arched as much as she could move it, head rolling back as her
breaths became more powerful and vocal. Molten magma began to spurt from the
slit in the tip of her quivering appendage in a violent manner, baring her
teeth in pure satisfaction only for it to be ruined yet again by her demon.
     "What a--foolish child..." She growled with a razor-sharp grin, her grasp
only growing tighter with an extra hand before she pressed the pad of her thumb
onto the poor girl's glans. "Did you really think this would be a good
experience?"
     Ava made a cracked little screech from the overstimulation, hips thrashing
and convulsing wildly to get away from her grip, but, like usual, her efforts
were worthless. Lava continued to dribble and stream from her tip as her
tentacle was "polished", orgasm ruined beyond belief from how much it hurt.
     "Achkk--St-sto-...!" Either she was getting delusional or the vines that
constricted her body were starting to tear loose. "Hnngh!"
     "How disappointing... After everything I've done for you, after everything
I sacrificed," Wrathia hissed, words laced with toxicity as she violently
rubbed her palm against her most sensitive area, "You're still so weak..."
     The charred roots that bounded her snapped apart along with the last of
Ava's toleration, screaming uncontrollably and lashing out. Her striking, amber
eyes were in the form of perfect circles, glazed over and blind from rage. Her
hands wrapped tightly around the pure vengess's neck and used the tips of her
thumbs to squeeze at her larynx. She had no reason to not hate her. All of her
problems stemmed from this bitch, for as long as she could remember. Ava could
have lived a normal life, but instead she ruined it. It was only a matter of
time before she exploded.
     Nonetheless, Bellarmina didn't show any sign of fear and shoved her off
rather easily thanks to her centuries of experience in, well, everything. No
matter what her host did, the original would always be better. She struck her
knee up against the attacker's stomach, making her muscles give out in recoil
and pitifully curling up into a fetal position. Wrathia lifted herself up and
stared down at the mess of what used to be human and wrinkled her nose in
disgust, using her heel to strike the back of her head effortlessly. The trauma
was more than enough to knock her out and have her immediately wake up from the
nightmare with a pounding headache.
     "Have you learned nothing? No matter how hard you try, Ava, you cannot
escape from this responsibility."
     Weak, muffled sobs erupted from her strained throat and shook her entire
being, balling her hands up into fists in frustration despite the glazed,
disconnected expression plastered onto her glowing face. The fabric that
concealed her sex had a hole burnt through it that stretched from the bump of
her pelvic bone to the middle of her inner thighs, the culprit being the molten
substance she had released earlier which, miraculously, didn't melt through the
floor and instead gathered into a glowing puddle and began to cool. She didn't
want to do any investigating right now--all she desired was a break; a break
that didn't involve sleeping.
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