Day 12: Villain Wins

Leona was completely and utterly spent, falling to her knees before falling completely down onto her face. Fighting through the scorching sensation in her lungs, she forced herself to breathe again and again as she focused any miniscule amount of power left into spamming healing spell after healing spell. Despite everything, though, she managed the start of a smile at accomplishing her task, that she was done being the "otherworldly miko" and she could go back home at last. She even managed a quiet chuckle, which was quickly joined by half a dozen equally exhausted chuckles nearby. And a deep, sinister chortle that immediately silenced all other sounds throughout the world.

Leona couldn't manage to do a thing, her body refusing any and all of her commands, as she heard her nearby companions struggle to stand back up. A weak attempt at a powerful roar and the scraping of an axe, followed by a sudden cut-off, a splatter, and two dull thuds. A gasp, a rapid, near-silent chant of about fifty words, followed by the heat of the sun, only to dissipate less than a millisecond later before gravity could bring down the metal staff and make it clang against the floor. The gravity of the room intensified as a brilliant light filled the room, the determination radiating off of the head of the party, vanishing a moment before darkness enveloped the head of the party, extinguishing it in less than an instant.

Leona waited for her turn, her mind too spent to even imagine what torment the Demon King would invent solely to punish her for daring to stand up against him. Each second was excruciating, the build-up driving Leona to the verge of insanity, reaching a climax that made the echoing footsteps approaching her a strange sort of relief. As a hand touched her back, Leona could only manage a quiet whimper as she forced her eyes to shut, her body unable to brace for what was surely about to happen to it. As she was flipped onto her back, Leona's mind imagined what she was sure would happen next, that her mind would be eroded away as her body was used as the Demon King's "stress relief" until he became bored of her existence.

Leona managed to gulp as her mouth was forced open, her mind able to conjure up what was soon to be crammed inside. Clenching her eyes tighter, she felt a shudder crawl up her body, just before she felt something pass her lips. Something that wasn't at all what she expected, compelling Leona to open her eyes to see what it was. She expected to see the Demon King squatting over, his nude body on display, his demonic rod front and center. Instead, there was a girl standing there, staring down at her hands as her body crumbled away into dust.

More than a little confused as to what was happening, Leona managed to sit up on her elbows. The crumbling girl's eyes met Leona's, an odd look of relief on her face as the last of her disappeared into the breeze. With absolutely zero questions answered, Leona wasn't sure what to do next... until her body stood up, all on its own. Despite her wishes, a grin spread its way across her face as her hands shot up to her chest, tearing open her shrine maiden outfit to get better access to her breasts. An unfortunately familiar chortle leaked out from her lips as Leona's hands carried on with stripping her bare, the chortle growing in volume as her hand slapped her ass and felt its jiggle.

Images and thoughts flowed into Leona's mind, causing a searing sensation that would've brought her to her knees if she was at all in control over her body. Her party, heroes supposedly destined to work alongside her, the "otherworldly miko", were nothing more than troublemakers that humanity sacrificed for a few years of peace. A prince who would've raised an army and rallied other kingdoms to overwhelm the Demon King. His loyal knight, capable and willing to take any slashes intended for his liege, take absolutely no lasting damage, and extinguish the attacker's life without needing to even draw his sword. A witch, one who could've created a spell to free the world from the Demon King's cycle, given a few decades of research and planning. Leona herself was nothing more than a sacrifice, to appease the Demon King, to provide the ancient evil with a new, fresh shell for a few centuries that would become warped and altered to serve the Demon King's whims and desires; this was the sole reason for her summoning. And, years and years from now, after she'd long since given up any hope of freedom, she'd be crumbling away, that same look of relief on her face, as she watched the Demon King take over his newest, unknowing host...

Well, this came out darker than I thought it would, but the prompt was "villain wins", so... I had to make the villain win. Writing it, I was reminded of two old (10+ years ago, goddamn) captions on OpenTGCaptions, namely "All Turn to Ash" by Kitty (https://opentgc.com/post/24e61e33b87e53ffbb8825d6f1de8412)) and "Caregivers last night" by Seawolf147 (https://opentgc.com/post/490ed63684307d2dac0d051c6325b91e)) more than anything else.

Anyway, my favorite piece of the day is by Eagle_Bacon themselves, very nice, I'm a big fan of it:

https://bsky.app/profile/eaglebacon.bsky.social/post/3mxsuq43yjk2j