The Demon's Game

The Wishing Well. A rare scenario in which Thrackerzod rested, and quite often, as he granted powers and other sorts of things in this scenario. Rarely, Azonious or some other magical being joined and assisted him, but today he was all alone.

The Wishing Well wasn't a well. It was a gazebo with all kinds of rare flowers all about, and seemingly no end to all of the nirvana. Thrackerzod, a beautifully cute little unicorn, sat in the middle of the gazebo, on a plush pillow with golden trim and velvet fabric. Hooves tucked in and torso to the pillow, Thrackerzod waited for the next person to enter the scenario - probably because of Azonious or Kaaz.

Oh, and this gazebo was surrounded by woods - endless birch trees, all around, and beautiful swamps. However, there were winding paths all about, all of which led to Thrackerzod and his gazebo.

[This is open to 3 players. Go!]

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Azazel came to a sense of awareness, sitting with her back to the Gazebo, flowers surrounding her. She hadn't been asleep, or even walked over and sat down. It was simply that she wasn't there until she'd noticed that she was.
She slowly sat up, dusting off the short fluff skirt she was wearing, precautionarily cleaning any dirt or leaves from the emerald silk. She looked around at the impeccable picturesque scene, her head tilted to the side slightly as she observed the surrounding flowers and trees.
She slowly revolved in her spot until she faced the Gazebo. "What...?"

Thrackerzod, of course, was sleeping. He had just been pestered by Kaazuko-san, and was rather cranky because of that. So he was probably going to be giving out some pretty shitty powers today, or ones with a lot of hinderances.

But anyways, he looked totally adorable while he was sleeping, like the little teeny unicorn that he was.. er, infesting. Yes, this was his host. And his host was adorable. And he was having dreams about his pony and pegasus friends. Lots of dreams.. dreams of murder and contemplation of whether or not he should enter them in the game. It was a demanding task of the mind, really.

But anyways, velvet gold pillow, tiny unicorn, picturesque, flawless scene. All one had to do was awaken Thrackerzod and ask for something. Anything.

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Azazel vaulted over the side of the gazebo to crouch almost over the Pony, staring eagerly down at it. "Ohhh..." She breathed, her Emerald eyes taking in every facet of his appearance and every curl of the hair.
She reached forward, touching the tip of his ear and gently tracing her way down the edge, sliding down to his chin to gently stroke it, Her body practically vibrating in excitement.

Thrackerzod's eyes opened a few moments after being touched, their evil red glare not there for once, and instead, a placid green replacing it. Apparently being petted, the god allowed it. For he liked it.

Lips twitching for a moment before parting into a smile, the pony began to talk. "Welcome to the Wishing Well," he said in his dark, deep voice. "Wish for Heaven, or wish for Hell."

"Im already in heaven," She commented softly, her eyes on his soft white fur. "What does 'Wishing Well' mean, exactly. Are you the Nokken that grants the wishes?" She tilted her head to the side gently.

"Yes. As I mentioned in the previous scenario, I will give powers back, or give people new powers." The pony grinned in a rather macabre fashion. "Remember that pyromaniac fool?"

"Well, I grant powers here. Anything you like, as long as I am capable of granting it. I can give people the Midas touch, or alter their powers for the better of my.. entertainment."

Azazel grinned. "Well, could you recommend a power for me...?" She asked. "I would love to entertain you, and I cant think of any power I'd like..." She touched her chin softly.
"I seemed to get along rather well with just my sword. Is there something you'd like to see me try to cope with?"

"I recommend telepathy.. it is one of my favorites. You would love to read Akira's mind," the God said, then thinking for a moment, bringing a hoof to his chin.

"I also like aquakinesis slash hydrokinesis, and electrokinesis. Maybe.. maybe telekinesis. Or perhaps I can.. upgrade your sword," Thrackerzod suggested.

She touched the red hilt of the sword, reaching over her shoulder. The red, cross shaped great sword seemed to glint as she touched it.
"Upgrade it...." she said softly, biting her lower lip as she turned the idea over in her head. "Well go ahead, I can try."

"Wish for it," the unicorn said, grinning even wider. "Would you like for it to be a multiblade, a magic sword, or otherwise?" he asked.

"Would you like a fire-imbued sword? Electricity imbued? Maybe even darkness imbued.."

Something changed in the green eyes. A sight dilation, the faintest waver in the green gems. "Darkness...? She asked softly, her voice a gentle purr of attraction to the idea.
She ran her finger up the ponies spine to his head and began gently stroking him again. "Surely such a gift must come with repercussions, my pretty pony?"

"Ah, yes, every wish comes with repercussions. No matter what you wish for, I am one to corrupt it. But since I like you.. well, maybe I won't make it as bad for you." He licked his pointed non-pony teeth, as his eyes gradually turned a deep, dark red.

"For example, I may make your sword extraordinarily heavy, or make you wake up without it each round and have to find it.. or maybe it could be a teleporting sword, which just goes where it wants. Maybe I might make it a blabbermouth."

"A talking sword...?" She asked, remembering back to the horrors of when she'd created the sword of a ninja from an earth anime she'd watched, but attached a soul to it as well. She rested her hands in her lap. "Mmm...." She said noncommittaly, eyes on her hands

"So? Are you gonna wish for something, or fall asleep and die?" the god asked. "Because you will die if you sleep here. Because I will kill you." He coughed at that last part. Yeah, he didn't like admitting that.

"So, how about that wish?"

The princess looked hurt, one of her hands going to the emerald gem set in her chest. "S-Sure. Um... I wish for you to imbude my sword with Darkness." She said softly.

The pony's horn began to glow, at least after he thought for a few moments, hoof to his chin. So yeah. His magic became corrupted and dark, and the sword seemed to gain a rather enticing aura to it as he focused his magic on it.

Eventually, the sword ended up shaping itself more like a scimitar, and breaking its sheath. The blade itself was pure black, and the handle of it blood red. A voice erupted from it. "Hey! You! Get me a new sheath!"

Thrackerzod laughed.

Azazel sighed. "Thank you." She said softly, then took the sword off, laying on her back, flat on the ground.