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think
—kaleida

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『DESIRES』
damnatio x fem!reader
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idk. i just had this in mind LOL
it's complicated😭

warning: fights, mentions of drinking
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"Disgusting."

He walked past seemingly hundreds of people in one street. Their faces were familiar, and clothes were extravagant. Male and female have no differences as they all showed nothing but desires in their mind.

The dark-haired royal held a deep scowl on his face. His hair pushed back in a slick as a couple of strands grouped and fall back and decorated his forehead. His eyes as the shades of light blue of the sky, although now was covered in the dark abyss.

The light of the daylight has now become black and only black. This was the only time where this place lights up in red and bloomed. The lightened and corresponding red where females are sold. This is The Red Light District.

This man was none other than a royal. He is indeed The Leader of the Magic Parliament. He was a judge, but this judge was notorious and loyal to the King. Mostly to Royals and nobles that could create an absolute answer and reasonings in cases and missions.

Howbeit, this time was quite repressive. He had to come in and solve this case, all by himself.

Sure, he could do it by himself. It's just that this place is filthy. His eyes and direct disgust to these types of people annoyed him. Just what is he supposed to do here?

His new middle classes attire shown to the public as he blended in really well. A white dress-up shirt, black fine trousers, a tailored long trench coat following and covering his skin. His eyes held boredom as he scanned through the crowds, searching for what seemed to be his goal.

He walked inside the supposed place that seemed to be the trouble. The place where they gathered all these people. Somewhere the boss might be in. The boss who scarved nobles as a meal like a demon.

"Tch, low some filth." He mumbled. He saw a crowd of man drooling over a woman they see. The light shining down at them as they danced along the pole, gold raining by the stage they danced on. A seductive smile played by their lips. Damnatio felt nothing but disgust.

Damnatio may be a man with desires, but in this case, it's nothing but forced play. Just disgusting. Besides, he's into something, only.

Why was he here, exactly? This place is somewhat luring nobles and people in, trapping them like some spellbinding thing. This problem has definitely increased over time as more people got to know this place by rumours and information. Julius wanted to know whether the rumours were true, and thought this was the best, Damnatio is indeed someone who eas hard to deceive and lure. Someone who is immune he thought.

And so, Damnatio fled towards it.

"This should be it..." He mumbled once more to himself, standing by a room where people of Clover passed out on their seats. Some dancing, blinded and drunk.

Damnatio smell the reek of alcohol in the room, all spiked and poisoned he could assume. But it was then where a hand was placed by his shoulders, irking his repugnance. Disgusted and surprise, he turned.

A short man with mask clapped his hand. "Well, hello! You must be new here! Welcome!" A drink heaving by the hands of the person, giving it out to the disguised-royal.

"I am. What is this place, exactly?" He asked with no evidence of care, refusing the drink from hand. The man blinked feeling quite suspicious. "The best bar there is! We have the best quality of drinks and dancers! Come, come. It's in the house tonight for you. What is your favourite, young man?"

The short man led the tall disguised-royal into a seat, which he followed. "I don't drink. I'm underaged." It was a lie, of course. But seeing how young he looks, it was not much of suspicion towards the short man.

The short man laughed, "My boy, so young and visiting these kinds of places already?! Bravo." He clapped.

"If you did visit this place, then why worry about drinking? I'm sure a single sip will be just fine. Name it, it's in the house." The short man giddied and ran up behind the bar stool, waiting for the seemingly teenage boy to order.

"I'll have grape juice."

His answer was unexpected, though the short man followed in and gave what he had, a grape juice. "Oh—? Sure. I suppose...?"

As the man gave the grape juice towards the teen who sat nearby fallen and high young adults who seemed to be unconscious. "So, boy. Why did you visit this place?" The man asked, wiping and cleaning the glasses.

Damnatio took a sip of his juice, tasting its cheap and peculiar taste that he quite knew. This was the only way to know the drink wasn't spiked since it should be in a box, and also to remove any suspicious signs.

"I was curious. Though, tell me something, old man, why are you here, particularly? Doesn't it smell?" Damnatio ended slightly with a joke. But knowing his low sense of humour and close to emotionless is quite useless. Although, somehow this man just rolled with it.

The man nodded with a laugh, holding his stomach as he placed the glass back down. "Indeed, it does! But it's fun, here. I like crowds and would love to be surrounded at all times!"

The man's eyes drifted sharply, transfixed unto someone across the room. "Besides, the chicks here are hot. Don't you think?" Damnatio sat still, focused on the man as he sipped his juice box.

"Just look at that one there. That's the finest one I've seen tonight." The man pointed as he stated as if he was charmed.

Damnatio turned slowly, facing to the sides as to see who the short man was pointing to. Seeing a young female sitting on one of the couches alone, deep in slumber. How naive and thoughtless can she be?

Although, he couldn't deny. She was beautiful. Those (h/c) locks, and (s/c) skin along with her choice of clothing made her stand out slightly by her own way.

He snapped his eyes slightly to the short man, seeing how captivated he was. Damnatio then sipped his juice box empty, furrowing his brows. He has a bad feeling and he knows that it's wise to just approach her himself before any others could. No matter if she was a low life, he respects women and their privacy.

"Fine, fine quality." The short man licked his lips, snapping out his thoughts and plans back to the tall 'teen', who just scanned through the drinks that towers behind him. The short man clapped,

"Well, boy. I guess you can enjoy yourselves in different places. I have customers to tend to."

Damnatio nodded, smiling slightly. "Thank you."

And that, Damnatio slide off his seat and went away to the crowds, passing bodies of mages who were high as fuck. A pack of cheap cigarettes blown towards his face, disgusting him. But he remained silent, striding over to the sleeping female's seat.

He observed their surroundings, seeing no one was seeing their encounter. He grumbled, shaking the stranger in danger in hopes to wake her awake. "Get up."

There was no response, yet a drool falls by her lips, making him irked up even more. Taking his clean, fine-smelling, and expensive handkerchief, he wiped them up and slapped her slightly with it.

"Get up."

She flinched, waking with a snap as a good smell wafted by her nose. Speaking with no thoughts as she was half-awake. "Yes, daddy!"

"What?" Weirded out and awkward, Damnatio combusted his confusion and repugnance. The female blinked herself awake, wiping her eyes seeing a pale. tall dark-haired man, well dressed and reacting to her weirdness.

"Wait, I didn't mean to! I-It's just a habit." She waved her hands out to her front to explain.

Damnatio rolled his eyes, taking her arm out and watches around him to see if anyone sees them leave. '"Sure, just get up, and let's take our leave."

They got out of the dark, crowded bar out to the outside crowds, blending in. He pulled her close to him, not touching where else as her arm. She flaunted and followed the man-in-disguise. "What? Where are we going? Who are you, stranger? Do I know you?"

Damnatio scoffed, not looking back at her as he looked back to see if anyone was following them. "How clueless. Why are you here anyway? Aren't you too young to be here?"

The female mocked back, "Well, so do you, boy. And, I'm hella sure I can handle any bad guys." She busted her guns, which was (visible/not).

"Sure, you do. Not with those fools staring at you like predators." Damnatio exclaimed, ignoring her flashing her muscles. She sneered, asking with uttermost confusion. "Why aren't you protective? Are you my father?"

His eyes squinted in surprise, seeing as some men slowly heading towards them. Taking her into an alleyway, alarming her. "Of course not. Follow me." They hid behind one of the wall. With the small amount of room there, Damnatio had no choice but to pin her slightly, avoiding in touching her.

"What—? Hey! Hmph!!" Her mouth clamped shut, ready to punch him. His eyes were sure and trusted, surely alarmed himself. "Silence, fool. They're here." He whispered, silencing her.

"They're gone." One of the people from the bar spoke. One slapping the other's head. "Well, no shit Sherlock! Fuck, she was extremely suited. Let's keep on finding them."

The second man grinning oddly as if pleasured and pleased. "She'll be the perfect dinner, for sure."

As they left, Damnatio made sure they were gone for sure. His mana hidden and low was probably best. He held his chin, thinking out loud. "Dinner... I see. I'm not quite sure of what they meant, but you're going to help me."

The female laughed, joking. "You're posh, alright!" The man didn't respond, instead, he looked at her with eyes of disappointment.

"Sorry." She apologized. Shaking her head, she crossed her arms, asking. "And, no. Why should I be helping you?"

"Because I saved you." He had a point, but she couldn't just give in easily. She doesn't even know him. Hell, he could be a villain for lord's sakes.

"I don't even know you!"

He nodded with a small smirk, "Damnatio." The female flushed in the dark, turning to the sides. "I still don't know you..."

His grimoire prepared, by his sides. Himself taking his coat off and draping it over the female who felt like dying in freezing. "Let's go."

She just stood shocked, refusing. "Wait! I didn't accept it!"

His eyes then widened, pulling her towards him. "Watch out!" Fire and water magic flooded right towards them. Damnatio took cover and blocked the attacks by none other than his scale magic. "Fall."

"I found them!" The man from before shouted in glee.

Damnatio pulled her behind him, surprising her. "Get close to me." She pulls out a question mark, clearly not at the right time, whereas another force of the attack was thrown at them. "Hoe, wha—?"

"Kneel." Gravity shifted, as the scale shifted along. She watched in amusement, seeing how such strong magic affinity existed. He's powerful. But that didn't stop her from trying.

She snapped her fingers, locking the enemies eyes with hers. "Sleep, you motherfuckers!"

Each one of them lost their consciousness. Damnatio blinked in surprise turning to the sides to see the female chuckling. "Shit, you're one powerful kinky man."

"How do you know I was a 'man'?" Damnatio raised his brows, following her out of the connected way of the alleyway. The female just shrugged with her shoulders risen. "You smell like some old man from the riches. Not that I know of it. Just a guess. But I guess I was right."

He coughed, facing the sides with a small pleased smile. "I may be no saint, but you're one interesting female."

She grinned, lending her palm out to the male who was uncomfortable with it. "(y/n). 21." Even if he was uncomfortable, seems like this female took his eyes. He took her hand and shook it voluntarily.

"Damnatio. 28."

She looked towards him, scanning him up and down with no respect. "Damn, you sure are old as fuck. You look young, though. Care to share?"

He scoffed, "Watch your words. It's filthy."

She nodded, accepting his words. A thought comes to mind, "Your name kind of rings a bell. You might as well be a noble since you act like it."

"And if I am?"

"Well, I'll be surprised. Why the fuck are you high classes coming to these place out of all places? Are you high, or something? I get how you guys are rich and all that. Though, isn't this place rumoured as the demon's lair?" Her words caught him off guard, stopping him from his tracks which she followed.

"But you, sir? Nah. You're magic is kinda kinky. You got weird-ass desires, don't you?" She teased.

Damnatio ignored her words, speaking to the point as it caught his attention. "You know the rumour?"

She laughed by hearing his words. "Of course, I do! Why did you think I come here for? Drugs? Hell, bet everyone in this place knows of it."

"Well?"

"I'm definitely here for the demon of course. I want to dig all that gold!" She pictured those towering golds that were the possessions of the demon who owned this place. Not only was this illegal, but was it loaded in money. To possess such dreams will be a lifetime wish.

"What about you, posh man?" She asked, nudging the tall man.

He squinted his eyes, disturbed by her actions. "I can't tell. Although, seems like I have a new reason." He smirked.

"And that is...?" She waited for his answer, clearly curious of what else could this man-in-disguise wanted to do in this kind of place.

"To keep you."

That was clearly not what she expected, edging her into a surprise. "HAH?!"

Damnatio chuckled, continuing his unsaid words. Her reaction sure was pleasant. It just lightens up the place as it could be in the dark. "Seems like something is needing you for dinner, so you're going to help me."

"I didn't ask for that!"

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❝ you got me with your beat-up bluff. ❞
—think, kaleida

28/1/21 ☁︎ desires
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yeah this sure is one weird shot ;-;
i just wanted to write it so badly tho :<

hope yall enjoying ur day/night cuz i didn't with my test ;-;
ill be going back to the requests right after one more shot✋🦴

p.s.

i miss him so much 😭😭🐓