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“Prism, perhaps before you take your bounty…with my head surely in your confident grasp.” The Wishmaster began lowly, reaching a hand to his neck in perhaps the only real show of concern of potential decapitation or was it badly concealed excitement for the end? The insectoid cosmic entity watched the approach of the bounty hunter even as he dragged the summoned sharpened shadowy limb across the time rooms floor without any care on the damage or the grating sound it caused – his magic snapping hungrily in his approach but still the other remained unbothered
The cicada was probably only concerned about how annoying it was to re-attach any removed and broken limbs - still a striking contrast against the disgraced god auditor and warlock, the others would be assassin looked like an literal cosmic murder hobo . Even with Prism’s unkempt appearance with his mismatch of clothes and dark trench coat, once brightly coloured curls had been pulled into a mess of outgrown greasy braids and up by a faded bit of ribbon – darker at the roots than at the ends, the bleached ends were long since dead had almost lost the pastel pink he once chose to dye it as.
Prism’s dark skin gave the false impression of enjoying pleasures out in the sun, but he really did not leave his hub of operations or the shadows he could shift in and out of easily – his once clean-shaven appearance as a respected god auditor was long gone, even with any semblance of appearing well rested.
His cold blue eyes and the darkened shadows under them were deep, even more pronounced when he was hunting with his hood up – but he could perhaps sleep finally when this cicada sang its last song.
The former mortal warlock, turned to the shadow arts with a deal struck with an entity from the Nightosphere had propelled him to the heights of the cosmic bureaucracy with his sheer gall and skill – unfortunately, still not enough to get him the Wishmaster position.
Instead landing in the lap of the undeserving, infuriating, and noisy creature in fount of him - perhaps the final straw that broke the unappreciated camels back. Inhuman Resources caulked it up to being a mental break from the overworked auditor, but it was really just him having enough. Setting the Hall of Judgment on fire was the least he could've done - should consider themselves lucky for that fact.
Prism continued to grin at the other like a cat catching a yellow canary after being teased for so long, the pretty creature kept safe in their little cage – why there was even a bounty placed on the other and a pardon of a soon to be declared cosmic crime as well was not any concern of his.
Prism’s only concern was that he was the one to fulfil the bounty, not because of the money (but the money is nice…) but because he wanted to watch the light leave the others eyes once and for all.
Did he need to persuade other bounty hunters to not take the job? Yes, he was very good at convincing them to not even think about it. The foolish few that were perhaps a little green or simply wanted to toe the line with the shadow warlock had been promptly disbanded from their venture…and perhaps also disemboweled.
The other was in such a good mood on his catch and the fact he has the other all to himself now – he even decided to humor the other in stilling his approach to hear the other out.
“Yes?” Prism hummed, something about the once impressive creature on the floor was making a heat churn in his gut – he always held a fascination in pinning insects.
“Would you like to make use of your wish?” The tall golden entity offered, ivory and gold exoskeleton glittering like it was gilded with foil in a mortal act of worship – a wish granted had placed another glittering patch upon the other but in the battle against the wizards’ shadows had dulled the other somewhat. The others features were covered by his usual mask, even maintaining an air of dignity and superiority towards the powerful magic user still even as his body lay battered and bruised.
Prism could feel the others smile upon him – and he loathed it.
The cracks in his once pristine exoskeleton had the leaking light of the others immaculate bright core - the others core reminded Prism of the wonder of the time core and the first time he experienced magic. Prism lunged forward, but instead of running the other through where the other was leaning against the one of the yellow walls, he had sunk the shadowy lance right by the others masked face before leaning forward with an unkind expression,
“I have everything I could ever want.” Prism breathed out – plumes of excited shadow exhaling from his mouth like smoke from a well enjoyed cigarette, “You like this…it is glorious.”
The tongues of shadow swiped and licked at the others still features of the mask, the faint flicker of the others eyes was seen with how close he was – no sign of the feeling of the cold magic of the void concerning the beacon of light at all even as the other threatened to snuff him out like a dying candle in the night.
“But if you were to kill me.” Golden Cicada continued, “Which looks like you might do – congratulations are in order for that too.” The other complimented genuinely to the former god auditor on a job well done.
The other barely flinched at the others shadow magic crawling over his face – obscuring any falseness of humanity left in the wizard – the shadow creating a furious jagged mask with many glaring eyes as he snarled at that comment.
“I am done with games, bug!” Prism snarled at the other – tongue in that moment flicking out and forked as he spat at the other.
“If you were to kill me – here and now – you would never get another wish.” Golden Cicada shook his head as he continued evenly, “Every being that enters my time room, gets a wish.”
“I have what I want.” Prism repeated – but puzzled at why the other was trying the wish granting ability as an option, was the other attempting to bribe him?
No – that is not it.
“You are really going to throw away your one and only chance at a wish?” Golden Cicada asked before letting out a put-out sigh, “I suppose then you should simply take my head – but you are losing out on a golden opportunity.”
“…” Prism felt the shadows crawl away from his face as he surveyed the insectoid god seemingly prepare himself for his beheading – closing his eyes, coming to terms with it.
Prism glared at the other – this seemed too easy.
“Why would I bother with a wish – it is not going to save you.” The warlock muttered, distrust evident in his expression.
“Well, I simply wish to fulfil my duty to the very end.” Golden Cicada did not open his eyes but offered simply and letting out a chuckle, “I guess that is my ‘wish’.”
“I know the loopholes of your wishes – I know you can refuse them.” Prism sneered at the other – it was an empty prize dangled in fount of him, honestly, he just wanted to spite the others request for him to fulfil his duty.
“Well, you are going to kill me anyway.” Golden Cicada said - one eye open behind his mask as he watched the other carefully, “What do you have to lose?”
“…” Prism frowned at that – that is true, while having the other at his mercy like this is right at his fingertips – he did not actually make a wish of the other before. And as the noisy bug said, what was there to lose.
“Well?” Golden Cicada pressed for the others response.
Prism did not appreciate being rushed – a crooked smile formed on his stubbled face however, he just needed to ask the other a wish that he would outright refuse and that would be that.
“Well, if you insist…” Prism chuckled before leaning forward to wish for something that he knew the other would refuse.
“I wish for you to submit to me – mind, body and spirt.” Prism whispered darkly, “And when I have my fill of every hole in your body, I will take your head while my spend drips from your mouth still...”
“…” Golden Cicada was silent at that request – making Prism shoot a triumphed smile at surely the impossible and gross wish given to the proud insectoid.
“Well then, that’s my wish…” Prism was interrupted by the other.
“Very well.” Golden Cicada nodded at the wish, “Your wish will be granted.”
Prism almost did not register the others acceptance of his request - blinking dumbly at the other for perhaps a moment before asking a little slack-jawed,
“What?”
“Tell me, my dear hunter.” The Golden Cicada began - tone sultry and deep as the glow of the others eyes burned right though the others shadow, “How would you want me first?”
Scarab and Prismo stared at the scene that was playing out – both as stunned as the other.
“…” Prismo gaped like a fish while his silhouette flickered and turned into doubles of different colours in his embarrassment as the scene continued to play out. Wow – so the two alternates of themselves were really going at it.
“…” Scarab stared at the lewd show they were privy and being voyeurs to – twitching a little at the sounds that were made by the figures on the screen.
“You…um, quiet there?” Prismo laughed awkwardly as he shot a wary look at the blue silhouette on the wall next to him.
“Prismo, is this your doing?” Scarab finally found his voice – deep voice raised an octave in his question.
“I SWEAR – I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THIS IS!” Prismo quickly defended, “I JUST WAS CHANNEL SURFING AND I FOUND THIS!”
“So, it is not a new world in the multiverse.” Scarab muttered, trying his best to ignore the sound of his alternate version choke back a cry.
“Yeah – I don’t know what it is…” Prismo muttered, “Maybe some bad cosmic porno…”
“With versions of us?” Scarab continued confusedly before looking to the Wishmaster – the other was covering his face with his ribbon like arms but still peeked at the scene that was playing out.
Neither of them was making a move to switch the mysterious channel however.
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