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Stale air clung to Tedros’ skin like a net. The school’s have fallen to the darkest pits of hell, now evil prevails. Towers actively crumbling around him, half eaten bodies taken by stymphs, and the world covered in an eternal red haze. Tedros could’ve sworn that the witch was joking when she declared to the fairytale world that they would all pay, pay indeed. It was quiet when all hell broke loose, the worst kinds of evil are silent. All of the Evers and alum rallied to try to stop it but one by one, their heads ended up trophies. He knew it was a call to action when his friends were being slaughtered, but what a call to action too late. She took everything.
His loyal guard, his best friends, and his wife. The death of Agatha had been the most shocking to everyone in the fairytale land, as they had been foolish to assume someone wouldn’t stoop that low. None had met Sophie of Gavaldon then. She was merciless in her killing, getting creative for each one. Creative in every way except for her last killing, the killing of Agatha. She had killed her like the coward witch she is, with poison. Sophie had written to Agatha in the last couple of months, promising a truce, she put on a sweet demeanor only the devil could put on and served up Agatha’s favorite, spaghetti. The pasta was heavily poisoned, it seemed as if Agatha accepted her fate. Needless to say, Tedros was very upsetti when the news came back to him.
Like what a good fairytale prince would, he swore revenge on Sophie, declaring to all who entered the two schools to bring him the witch’s head. Instead, he was brought plenty of heads, all from those who dare challenge her. So there he must venture from the safeness of Camelot, to the war-torn fairytale land. He had to stop the war, there was no other choice. Everything was taken away from him. He had to stop her. So there he stood at the front steps of the school master’s tower, castles crumbling around him, he had to stop her.
Without knocking, the doors opened for him. Doors creaking opened and sounded like the screams from the raging war. He ventured up the steps, taking in how everything about this tower has changed. The stone walls now had head to toe covered glass, the tower reeked of the smell of lilies and blood, and there had been a large velvet carpet placed down to cover up a brave Ever’s corpse. How distasteful she had been to do that.
When he finally made it up to the top, the smell of lilies became stronger. Intoxicating to the point where all you could think of is the smell of lilies. Tedros found this cruel of Sophie as only Evers were allowed to bask in the scent of lilies. At the top there was another door, this time it was slightly ajar. No knocking down needed. Inside there was the one woman who ruined it all, Sophie. She was lying on a large throne placed smack dab in the middle of the room overlooking the schools below.
Draped in the most expensive silks war could give you, she looked like an apocalyptic princess. The silk clung to every curve of her body with such ease, silk barely ending at her knees, no doubt pink looked good on her. Such a simple nightgown for such an extravagant evil person. She finally gave him an ounce of her attention when she looked over from the view of the decaying schools “oh, hello teddy” she said, he winced at the nickname, it had been so innocent before until the war. The first bad omen of the war was when Sophie had sent the couple a teddy bear with its guts pulled out with a letter detailing her grievances with them. They should’ve taken her more seriously at the time.
Sophie rose from her throne, her bare feet making sure to make long, slow strides towards him. When she reached him, he got a chance to see the person she’d become. Her face looked frozen in time, still looking no younger than 16 despite being well into her 20’s. He couldn’t tell if she had put in the effort to put on makeup this morning or just sucked the life out of someone, taking their life force. Sophie noticed Tedros studying her features, she smiled. “You’ve finally given up?” she asked, taking her hand and tracing each button on his jacket. Tedros could admit that the fight was not worth anything anymore. Everyone he loved was dead and buried and Sophie had successfully turned the woods into her own personal pink apocalypse.
He hadn’t touched his wife in so long, he yearned for Agatha. He couldn’t help but notice Sophie looked an awful lot like her sister now, both of them having the brightest eyes he had ever seen. Sophie had lost the youthful roundness of her face, opting for a more angular look too similar to Agatha. A blonde Agatha.
He snatched her face into his arms, “you killed my wife you bitch” Tedros said, she matched his tone, grabbing his face as-well “you let her be killed you coward” the tension was thick between them, the two sides of battling for eye contact. So tense that they immediately started smashing their lips into one another’s. It was bad, so bad but they were both horny and hadn’t had the pleasures of comfort in awhile. They knew every inch of each other's bodies from when they used to date when Sophie first landed at the school. Both of them experienced lovers. His hands reached for her ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing hard. She shoved him off of her, breaking the makeout sesh and throwing him on her throne.
At this point, Tedros already looked quite disheveled. Sweat making his blonde locs cling to his forehead, shirt halfway unbuttoned, and his legs spread in a slouched seating position. His heart was beating rapidly, he had to kill her, if only he knew where his weapons were. Sophie had disappeared into a room connected to the main Storian room, he hadn’t even noticed she left. She entered the room once more looking almost the same, except for the crown. That was Agatha’s crown! He had tried to get up but the days of not sleeping and not being able to feel the touch of a woman caught up to him. The crown was a beautiful sapphire tiara Tedros had given to Agatha for their 5th wedding anniversary; she wore it every day until that fateful day. Sophie had made a pink version of it, replacing the sapphires with pink diamonds, he thought it made her look cheap.
She came toward him on the throne, straddling him. Their lips locked once more as she started to grind on his nether region, running her hand through his sweaty wet hair. “You know you want me,” Sophie said, her voice in a low whisper. He wanted any woman at this point, moral conflict aside, he needed to be touched by a woman. He slowly nodded, her taking the opportunity to finish unbuttoning the shirt. Sex with Sophie was like a shot of a bow, it’s over quickly but you have to be skillful, and mostly because afterwards, you’re metaphorically fucked. She took out his cock from his leather pants, it urging to get out all day. She spit in her hands and began to stroke, she must’ve been skilled in her field if she was so good at it now. He had always thought it was mean of Beatrix to spread rumors about how much of a slut Sophie was in and after school. He thought they were all being cruel when Millicent said she saw Sophie suck Brone dry behind a tree for answers to their Uglification 2 class, he now saw they were all right.
She could’ve ruled Camelot if his ‘brother’ Rhian wasn’t in the closet. Men will ruin their lives just for a woman to sleep with them. Here he was now, ruining his life for a woman to sleep with him. She was riding him like there was no tomorrow. In all honesty because there was no tomorrow when you have nothing to live for anymore. Life had no meaning so why not sleep with a witch? She must’ve did something with her experienced hips because it made his ecstasy come quicker, he was soon finished off by her riding on his pony. Rhian really was a lucky gay bastard and that experience just proved it. She hoped off and drank from her obnoxious chalice of red wine, looked him up and down and asked, “are you going to leave?” The question was kinda mean honestly, she had taken literally everything away from him and he couldn't even get aftercare?
He stared at her like a lost puppy and her face twisted into a mocking expression. She put on a black spiked leather rob and came towards him. “Would you want to stay here with me for awhile Teddy?” she said, the mockery was almost unbearable. He nodded slowly though as she giggled “good,” she said, making her way to the balcony. Tedros was finally able to search his boot for a pocket knife, the only saving grace he had left. Her back was turned to him as he hunted her with his eyes, being quiet as a mouse. When he was barely in reach of her throat she spun around, dress spinning with her. “All you can do now is accept your fate,” she said, yanking a fistful of hair and bringing him down to his knees. When Tedros was down on his knees he was able to gain a full view of what once was the school for good and evil, now a hellscape.
Her laugh was maniacal,
“Evil prevails!”
The end.