|Do You Taste Of Her?
Author: sonicsora PM
What if Doviculus had done what no one had expected? Something much less drastic than killing Ophelia? What if he had decided on a different course of action altogether? A course of action that involved Eddie? Warnings: noncon ahead. More warnings inside.Rated: Fiction M - English - Drama/Romance - Eddie R. & Ophelia - Chapters: 7 - Words: 17,862 - Reviews: 23 - Favs: 15 - Follows: 18 - Updated: 04-08-13 - Published: 01-05-10 - id: 5642586
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As a REALLY big warning for those of you who clicked even with the warning of spoilers. If you really haven't finished the game or seen all of the legends please turn back now. SERIOUSLY. This is spoileriffic. It ruins the big end punch of the game. Please turn back now if you haven't finished.
With that said, there are other warnings I need to toss in here.
First, Doviculus is well dickulus for many a chapter. He being a sexual being more or less does bad things to Eddie. If you can't stomach rape run for the hills. Unlike my DA page where I have it uncensored this story will be cut up and censored here for the sanity of all. Then again, if you got this far I have to jokingly question your sanity.
The third warning I can provide is beware my logic flaws. This was written midway through me finishing the game, I edited it up, but if there are any major problems tell me. I'll do my best to fix them.
Thank you for reading my over the top warnings, enjoy the story!
EDIT/06-09-10 - This chapter has been beta'd by the ever lovely Ani, hopefully it is much easier on the eyes in comparison to the original version that was up before.
"Isn't it obvious by now, dear boy? Succoria was your mother."
"For a child of one of the strongest demons our world has ever seen, you certainly are slow," Doviculus chuckled darkly, gladly circling Eddie. A clawed hand rose up to thoughtfully stroke the roadie's cheek. "Though, I will grant you one thing. You certainly smell like her, act like her in a few ways. You wield her weapon with precision and talent... it is only sad you are partially human. Such potential ruined by that weak side of yourself."
The feel of the demon's hand and breath tickling his cheek made Eddie flinch, batting Doviculus away and drawing his axe free of its holster as he shifted into a defensive posture. Ophelia frowned slightly, some stirring of feeling lurching to the surface as she watched the two interact. She had not felt an emotion other than hate for such a long time that it was almost a shock to her. Black-tainted hands shifted to barely brush across her chest, the faintest of beats resounding within her.
"You lying, demon piece of scum-"
"Now, now. Don't make my memories of your mother any worse than they already are." Doviculus smirked, "I was, after all, hoping to make better memories with you."
Eddie warily frowned at the demon, fingers tightening their grip on the axe as he watched Doviculus. Ophelia shifted closer, unsure why or what she would accomplish by moving over to Eddie during this conversation. "Now what are you talking about?"
"Oh Edward, I think you can easily understand what I'm speaking of. Human or not, you smell of Succoria. You have her blood coursing through your veins. I simply must wonder, do you taste of her as well?"
Eddie's eyes widened at that. "You sick freak-" Whatever the roadie had been planning to say was cut off as chains seemingly whipped out of nowhere, curling around him and pulling him up off the ground. Metal dug into his skin, jarring his weapons free from his back and leaving him with not much of an option beyond struggling.
"Eddie! No!" Ophelia couldn't muffle her reaction, black eyes flickering to brown. She was pushed back by the emperor effortlessly as she stepped forward. Sent tumbling onto the dirt floor, the woman watched with a fearful expression on her blue features before she was able to shift into black water and vanish from sight, dribbling down through the cracked floors.
"Succoria's offspring, male or not, you will be interesting to toy with.
"What makes this even better is the fact without you, no one will lead those pathetic humans. They'll lose morale and go back to being submissive as they should be. Submissive little slaves," leered the demon emperor.
"They were never meant to be slaves! Not to you, not to anyone." Eddie snapped back, the roadie's struggles increasing as he tried his hardest to break free of the chains holding him up. Neither he nor the demon lord noticed the thicker, stronger black tendrils coming through the cracks of the floor, nor the creak of the door being forced open and giving those down below a glimpse of what was happening.
"Oh such delusions you have, it must be from that pathetic human side your father cursed you with. It's fogging up- augh! What in the world-" Black tendrils had curled up from the floor, Ophelia yanking the demon lord back roughly and her own sharpened fingertips digging into his exposed skin nastily.
"I do not care if you are a demon lord, you will not hurt him." She hissed lowly, trying to keep the lord still long enough for the rallied forces below to climb the stairs. She was able to hear a faint, "Oh god!" "Eddie!" "We have to help!", ringing down below and the pounding of feet making their way up the stairs.
"You dark, little witch, you will be sorry for this."
"I am sorry for a lot of things. This will not be one of them."
"Did your mother never teach you how to talk to a lady politely?" she cooed, black mist tightening its hold on the lord. She tried to keep her powers focused there, pulling life from her undead forces, using what she had to keep him grounded in one place. The demon lord more or less fought against it, growing angrier by the second and his own powers eating away at the mist's grasp.
Eddie could not help but watch, conflicting emotions bubbling in his chest. '...Is that really Ophelia? My Ophelia in there? If I survive this, if we survive this, I'm going to grovel at her feet.' He loved her, yet he was angry at her. iIf Eddie had time, he would talk things through with her.
A chorus of, "Eddie!" "We're coming! Hold tight!" "We're almost there!", snapped the man out of his daze. He picked back up on struggling, trying to kick at the metal chains and wishing he could use his axe somehow on the rusting metal holding him several feet off the floor.
The sound of Ophelia emmitting a pained cry once again jarred Eddie from his task, wide, brown eyes darting over to the sight of the drowned, blue woman. She flickered between who she really was and what she had become.
"Ophelia! You sonova bitch if you hurt her-"
"You'll what? Glare at me?" sneered Doviculus lowly.
"I'll do more than that when I get my axe back."
"Oh, you won't be getting it back for a very long time, Edward. A very long time."
The chains tightened, starting to slowly drag him upwards towards the ceiling, the demon lord carelessly blasting a hole through it as he unfurled his wings. Rubble fell from above and forced the army to search for some cover or hesitate unwillingly in the open doorway. The Razor Girls used it as their opening to take a few shots at Doviculus, but only succeeded in making the demon lord angrier as he raised his arms up and made the building shake even further.
Ironheade teetered on their feet as the building quaked from the force used on it. One or two smaller recruits fell unwillingly to the floor from the overwhelming movement. It only made the fall of debris worse as shards of glass, chunks of metal, plaster, and stone rained down from the ceiling, all of it hard to avoid and deadly.
Ophelia skittered across the floor quickly when she saw a piece of debris fall towards Lita. A black, smoggy tendril snapped upwards, grabbing the chunk and tossing it away from the blond, warrior woman. The crunch of plaster hitting the wall made Lita stare at Ophelia uncertainly, before nodding in a small show of thanks. Whatever issues they had could be worked out later- now was not the time.
"Ironheade! You have lost today! Your leader and this little war you've waged." The demon lord mocked easily, able to flap his wings and gesture at Eddie readily.
The demon was able to avoid the shots coming at him from below by simply yanking Eddie over to him to stop the bullets. "With this man's absence I see you falling apart. I will take pleasure in watching all of you tumble down."
Doviculus' mocking laughter filled the crumbling building, jeering all the while as he carried Eddie off.
Ironheade had lost that day.
To say Eddie woke with a headache would be an understatement; his head was throbbing. It made the roadie grunt and squeeze his eyes tightly shut to block out what light filled the room. He managed a low grunt at the ache behind his eyes as he tried to vaguely gather his thoughts.
It took him a moment longer than it probably should have to realize that he was not on the bus or sleeping in Duce. The fact he could not even move his arms soon became evident as the man snapped back into full awareness. Brown eyes widened in surprise as he took in the candle-ladened room, chains, skulls, and what appeared to be a large, leather-covered bed that filled the darkened room.
"We'll get him back." Ophelia breathed lowly, the woman doing her best to not simply dissolve into a puddle as she held Eddie's axes in her blue arms. Inside, she was conflicted, torn in so many ways; it hurt to focus on these sudden feelings. After what felt like so long, she was feeling whole again. She did not really notice the wary looks she received all around. The warriors of Ironheade had gathered to hear the blue woman speak.
"How can you be sure? How can we trust you?" Lita questioned warily, holding herself back from jumping down the other woman's throat based on what had occurred earlier. Even if Ophelia had saved her life, it had not granted her total trust from the others. Ironheade could forgive, but they would not forget.
"...because, this isn't me. This- this thing is some kind of... copy of me." she answered quietly back, blackened fingertips pressing against her chest and brushing across where her heart rested.
"Uh, what?" Lita raised a wary brow at that, she and the Kill Master exchanging doubtful looks.
"The real me is in the Sea of Black Tears. This, what I am now, is just my weakness given some bodily form. I need to find my body again. If I get it to the surface I can awaken. I need your help."
"How are we supposed to trust that you aren't making this up? That you aren't setting a trap?"
"You can't. All I can promise you is I will not bring any of my army with me. I will be defenseless and you can bring whomever you deem worthy of killing me if I prove to be setting a trap."
"...deal. But if you double cross us there will be Hell to pay."
"Make sure it's quick, you have more important things to worry about than me. Eddie is in Doviculus' hands, and that monster could be doing anything to him. You don't need to linger on me when he needs our help." There was conviction in her voice, almost sounding like the real Ophelia for a moment. There was almost a spark of life in those coal black eyes.