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blackrosesandwhump · 2 months
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March of Pain Day 8: Broken
CW: blood, magic whump, defeat
The prince collapses, knees hitting the forest floor first before he slumps to the side. Blood trickles from his shoulder, from the wound inflicted by the sorcerer’s hideous champion. Other cuts show through his ripped clothing, torn by the countless claws of the monstrous army.
He’s never seen anything like them, the hoard of deformed monsters that falls back now in a wave of darkness, watching him. They think their job is done. They think they’ve defeated him.
Lying on the ground, gasping for breath, the prince fears they may be right. He can’t stand, can’t even reach for the bloodied sword just out of his grasp.
They’ve broken him, just as the sorcerer commanded.
The hoard of monsters shifts, cowering and parting, tripping over the bodies of their fallen comrades in their haste. The air turns ice cold, and the prince looks up, dread sweeping over him.
The sorcerer. The sorcerer stands before him, looking down at him with the eye of an eagle surveying a freshly-caught mouse.
“Well, well, well.” The voice emanates from a mouth that doesn’t move, surrounding the prince like a foul miasma. “I wasn’t planning to come myself, but I had to see this picture in person. The prince, broken. How perfect.” Something hits the prince in the chest. Pain and darkness explode in his head. The last thing he feels is the sensation of chains fastening around his wrists.
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