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Summary:

Sebastian Sallow is offered a way out of Azkaban: earn his freedom by infiltrating Victor Rookwood's forces, uncover the Horcruxes he has hidden, and gain control of his most dangerous creation - Reika, a living vessel for the ancient magic Rookwood stole but could not wield himself.

Reika was created.
Not born, not conceived, and certainly not loved. Forged from stolen power and bound by runes, she is Rookwood's possession, his weapon, his precious flower.

When Sebastian get's assigned to train her, the lines between them begin to blur.
And as her humanity begins to surface, Sebastian must face the question he has tried to ignore:
Is his freedom worth her destruction?

 

༻❀ What to expect: ❀༺

 

"Lovely aim, weedle. Almost hit the target this time. Maybe next decade."

"You bleed prettily, at least. That's worth something, petal."

"If you'd followed orders this well on the training grounds, rosebud, we wouldn't be having this conversation. But don't worry... We'll work on that attitude later."

Chapter 1: Trigger Warnings

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༻❀ Once upon a time ❀༺

 

This story is going to be a fairy tale.

But not the kind with talking animals and happy princes.

No - the German kind.

The kind where they cut off your limbs if you don't comb your hair.

 

What to Expect:

- Explicit sexual content

- Violence, murder, death, blood, guts, etc. (you know... the classics)

- Emotional and psychological manipulation

- Mentions of sexual assault and abuse

- Confrontation with rapists/abusers

- mentions of death during sex (oops)

- A dangerously beautiful witch handcrafted by Victor Rookwood... for Victor Rookwood.... I am sorry

- Sebastian Sallow. There will be spice. There will be healing. There will be damage.

– Big age gap (Technically Reika is two years old, but don't panic, she's in her mid-twenties where it counts. No diaper changes necessary.)

- Morally grey choices

- And yes... feelings. Against your will. Sorry in advance.

 

If this warning sounds like a bedtime story written by your intrusive thoughts... well that's between you and your therapist.

Anyways grab a blanket, light a candle, and settle in.

Welcome to Project Morrigan. No refunds.