Megan the Wizard Girl Minis

== Premise ==
A series of writing prompts with a quasi continuity between them about a 'wizard girl' named Megan.
== Characters ==
* Megan: The titular character, a girl who woke up with the memories and powers of her prior incarnation as the Sorceress Supreme.
=== Villains ===
* "Queen Bitch of Hell": The infernal mother of Megan's past life come to stalk her in her new one.
* The Patchwork King: An eldritch entity, a former mortal who trapped himself in a world of his own creation. All he creates is a copy of other people's work, combined with other things, often in an obvious and uninspired combination.
* Cassidy: A creation of the patchwork king sent to capture Megan, luring her into the Patchwork world. Unfortunately she is a 'mean girl' stereotype and is terrible at that.
* The Cyber Crusader: A cyborg terminator magic killer from space, part of a conflict against space wizards who is for some reason drawn to attack Megan.
* The Crystal Dragonflight: Dragons made of crystal
* The Mother Winter: A powerful elemental sorceress who commands an army of ice elves.
* The Circle: A group of four jumped up dabblers who encountered magical artifacts
** The Ice Prince: 
** The Beast Tamer: 
** The Necromancer: 
** The Fire Lord
* The Dream Trapper: An eldritch entity who traps people in dreams worlds, often based on generic fantasy where they live out their lives as chosen ones 
* "The Chosen One": A self proclaimed hero who comes from a future where he claims Megan has turned evil. Armed with a magic sword, he seems intent on killing her.
*Ubwa, The Matchmaker: Self proclaimed 'Amantis', this fairy like demoness is obsessed with making people fall in love...even though the relationships don't work, or are just plain toxic, implying she's more interested in toxic, drama filled romance, than proper romance.
Pending
== The First One ==
"Why is it always you three..." the six of them, the children and the three robesdones turned to the door of light to see her in her jacket of prismatic plaid and an annoyed expression. The three children recoiled back in fear as she approached in, looking rather cross with her hands in her pocket, before stopping in front of them and staring at them. "Well...?!" They said nothing, flicking the black on the nose "Cat got your tongue...?" 
"You are scaring them..." said one of the three cloaked ones. 
"Oh really, paranoid trio you lot. I've saved your asses how many times, and you think what? I'm going to hex you for the sake of it?!" They moved away, to her side. "Don't use that door..." 
"Why not...?" asked Butch. The girl sorcerer answered his question by taking of her sneaker and tossing it into the door. Seconds later it flew back out, as if spat out, sharred, burned and torn up into her hand 
"Why would you trap us in here...?!" asked the third girl. 
"I didn't trap anyone in here..." Megan went as she moved her hand over her sneaker, morphing it back into its pristine condition before putting it back on. "Ask these three mooks why we're in the underworld." 
"A sacrifice had to be made, to keep your evil contained..." said one of the three cloaked ones. 
"Yeah. I would tell you jackasses to go to hell, but you brought us here." 
"What...?!" went the black girl. 
"Oh, yeah, pick a circle, any circle, but these three jack-offs brought you here, to perdition's door step, wholly expecting me to came save your asses. But I'm the bad guy..."
"Your fate has been foretold..." said one of the cloaked ones. 
"Fate can get bent..." Megan said as she rubbed her eyes "You jack asses have been summoning monsters and terrors, that I have had to go deal with, but 'I'm the bad guy...?!"
"Certain-" 
"If you say 'sacrifces' I will sacrifice your anus on the altar of my foot!"
"You would not understand...." 
"Understand...understand?! You think you're difficult, morally complex, 'grey morality'? You're assholes, scared of something and so you've thrown disaster and problems in vain attempts to make your fear go away, whoever else gets caught in the cross fire be damned! I do not care what great terrible 'prophecy' you saw, I will not be lectured to on morality, by some fuck-ups aligned with the literal powers of hell!" 
"Wait, we're really in hell?" went the third girl, about to curl into the fetal position. 
"Sorry..." went Megan "I would've love if you three didn't get caught up in this... but you're dumbasses of your own kind..." The three glared at her. "Fuck off, you know I'm right..."
"This conflict is over..." said the cloaked ones. "We shall depart and..." Their form glitched, like static. "What is this...?" 
"You seriously thought she was going to what, let you go...?" 
"She...?" went the boy. Megan turn to the wall, the broken missing wall that opened to the red sky. 
"I know you're there..." she said. The figure rose up, a purple skinned woman's face, with large horns and balls of red fire for eyes. "Hi, mom..."
"What do you mean 'mom'...?!" the boy exclaimed "I've met your mom..." 
"Well that's my current one..." Megan replied. 
"The one called 'Megan' is possessed by an evil force..." said one of the cloaked ones. Megan chuckled. 
"Is that what tall, purple, and bitchy told you?!" she said laughing. Though silent their annoyance was palpable. "No...see, long ago, in my original life...I was a cambion..." 
"A what...?" asked the black girl. 
"A half demon, catch up. Long story short, when I died, down to the underworld, a piece of my soul tied to this place." 
"Until you escaped...." said a cloaked one. 
"Nope..." went Megan "I didn't escape anything, not this time, they tortured me like all the rest, slowly but surely trying to drive out any sense of humanity...and they succeded, but....I don't think they got what that meant. Take the humanity out of a Cambion's soul and you're left with a human soul and a demon's powers. Or maybe they weren't planning that and I'm misremembering things, memories are fuzzy when you don't have neurons. Anyways...since I spent my mortal life galavanting and vanquishing demons, terrors and the like, I got a second a chance. A righteous soul in hell, the rules would not allow it. I'm not Megan possessed by a demon, I'm 'Megan, whose memories from her past life casting spells and slaying demons have awoken, you narks!" They were silent. "Oh that's right nothing to say, you royal pain in my-"
"This is all amusing..." said the demon "But can we got on with things...?" 
"Oh hush, I'm not done chewing them out..." 
"Watch your words little girl, my patience is finite..." 
"Tortures my soul for a practical eternity, can't wait five minutes. What are you, an eternal five year old?" The demon growled. 
"Uh, Megan...perhaps it's best to not...piss of the giant demon..." went the blac girl
"That is adorable that you think cowering in fear, or trying to placate the queen bitch of darkness is somehow going to change the outcome. it really isn't, would you like to know why...?" 
"Yes, tell them..." said the demoness. Megan just raised an eyebrow. 
"Alright....you three, the idiots who shop at the halloween store, why are you evil...?" 
"Evil...?" went one of them "We do what we do for the greater good, if you cannot-" 
"Great, you've caused the deaths of more people than most serial killers, and you're allied with a literal force from hell. Delusions of 'greater good', always a classic. Butch..." she turned to the boy. "Why are you evil...?" 
"Me...?!" he exclaimed "I'm not evil, I'm not like these guys..." 
"Butch, you spend most of your days making everyone else's lives miserable. That's basic cruelty, sadism. If and when she kills us, who do you think is leaving, and who do you think is staying...?" Butch looked away, recoiled away in silence and shame. "Let me guess, daddy, or big brother constantly putting you down, making your small powerless..." 
"You don't know me, I'm not some cliche...!" "Cliches are just patterns in life and stories we collectively noticed and you're...very cliche..." 
"Yes, I see your demonic instincts haven't left you, even if your powers have..." said the demoness chuckling. 
"Oh, I just know people..." 
"Instincts...?" asked the black girl. "What does she mean...?" 
"The one called megan is a Cambion..." said one of the cloaked ones
"A, what, again...?"
"A half demon..." said Megan "Seriously pay attention...
"This is all very amusing..." said the demoness. 
"But now on to the main question!" went Megan suddenly very lively with her mannerisms as she approached the edge. "We know why they are evil, the 'greater good' and all that shit. And Butch, classical small ego trying to feel big...now...why are 'you' evil...?" the demoness chuckled 
"What manner of question is that...?!" 
"One would think a rhetorical one, but even that somewhat answers it, doesn't it...?" 
"If you're trying to be coy, now is not the time." 
"Why do you hate humanity, why do you seek to torment them, why? By all logic and reason they should be...beneath you. Why this malice...?" 
"I am a demon!" 
"Exactly...and that's all you'll ever be..." 
"Excuse me...'little one'...?!" she said growling 
"Oh you're big, and scary, and powerful, and nothing else. You're evil because that's just what you are, the rules decided that for you. These fools? Butch could wake up tomorrow and decide to be a nice guy, unlikely but possible..."
"What does Butch matter?!" 
"He has a choice, you don't, and for all your power, that's the one thing you can't have, no matter how much you beg, or demand or scheme. Isn't that why you hated me...?" The giantess swung her claws, taking a chunk of the room and Megan with it, and then brought up her fist, holding Megan who stared at her with mad eyes. "Well? Why does an evil thing like you hate me so, why do you hate me, because I get to choose..." 
"I will destroy you...!" she said raising her talons 
"You say that like you have a damn choice in matter!" The demoness paused "We both know don't we? We both know you're just a bloody machine on auto pilot, doing what you were programmed to do. So go ahead, do it, do it, do what you were always going to do since you got here, torment me for an eternity because at the end of the day I've got two options to how this turns out, either I win, or I'm right, and I can die with that, I can stay on your little spit laughing at you from now until oblivion knowing that I was right!" The demoness was silent for a moment, her countenance turning from one of anger, to contemplation and then disgust, as she chucked Megan back into the room, before turning to walk away. The three children rushed towards her as she laid there, eyes wide open in shock and surprise. 
"Megan, you did it...!" said the black girl "How did you know...?" she paused, observation Megan's expression as she sat up. "You...did know that would happen, right...?"
"Sure..." Megan said rubbing her eyes "Let's go with that...." She was not even trying to be convincing. Megan looked to see that the cloaked three were gone. "Let's go home..." she said tired. She snapped her fingers and the door of light expanded and moved forward taking them away before it, itself disappeared.
== Megan the Wizard Girl vs The Patchwork King ==
"There was a patchwork man, who lived in a patchwork house. He had a patchwork wife, to whom he gave a patchwork blouse. She had a patchwork heart, nothing real but the dark, behold the patchwork king, his bite less than his bark." Everyone turned to Megan, who had entered through the main hallway, taking thing from her prismatic plaid trenchcoat to make a cup of tea; cup, spoon, tea bag, sugar, milk and even a pot of boiling water. 
"It this the time for nursery rhymes?!" Micalah shouted as she as she shruggled in the grip of the raptor guards. 
"Nursery rhyme..." Megan said, as she paused in front of the Fiction King's throne "I just explained the whole thing." 
"What...?" went Butch. 
"Not my fault you don't pay attention...." Megan went before she sipped her tea. 
"Have you come to surrender, witch...?" The king asked on his thrown, his branched golden sword across his lap. 
"I prefer Wizard, by the way, red...?" 
"Excuse me...?" 
"Wizard, I'm the Wizard Girl..." 
"That makes no sense..." 
"Neither does Witch-Boy, but DC made a killing with that. Now...I believe i've come for me friends...Micalah, Butch, Cassidy...If you would be so kind...?" 
"Just those three...?" 
"Yeah, what about me...?!" Casey shrieked as she struggled in the humanoid dinosaur's grip. 
"Yeah what about you...?" Megan said with a pause. 
"Oh, petty are we...?" said the king "I thought you were above such petty things..." 
"Yeah, come on, I only bullied you...a couple of times..." the other three captives turned to her, raising eyebrows. "What...?" Megan....simply sighed. She walked over towards them and the guards that were not holding them fixed their weapons. 
"One, two, three..." she said poking each of them in their forehead... "But not you..." she said to Casey. 
"You bitch...!" she hissed.
"Yes, I am a bitch, I am the spawn of the queen bitch from bitch capital of the universe...born on the bitchiest day of the bitch month, under the bitch star as the bitch wise women foretold..." everyone just looked at her confused. "But I'm still more real than you..." 
"What...?!" Megan turned to the king, walking up the short flight of stairs the man in mismatched red and blue armor. "Did you seriously think I wouldn't notice, what, was that your 'trojan horse' to catch me...?" 
"But she did..." went the king "You are here..." 
"Oh, so it is about me...aren't I the luckiest girl in the world...." Megan said sarcasticly as she rolled her eyes. "So what do you want, you want a wish, tanning tips, maybe the recipe for my nana's apple pie...?!" 
"You will stay here and rule with me..." Megan paused...before breaking out into laughter. 
"You can't be serious..." 
"But I am..." 
"Oh okay...makes sense I suppose..." 
"No it doesn't...!" Casey roared "You said I was to be your queen...!" 
"Princess..." said the king. 
"Like there's a difference?!" 
"Hmmm I don't like those implications..." Megan mused aloud. 
"Shut up...!" Casey roared as she forced herself out of the dinosaur man's grip. "I'm supposed to be the princess, I'm suppose-" 
"Who is your mother...?" Megan went. 
"What...?" 
"Who is your mother....?" Megan repeated with the same smug tone. 
"What sort of stupid question is that...?" 
"The one you can't answer..." 
"My mother..." she answered bluntly. 
"Oh ho, ho, ho, don't try to bullshit a bullshitter." 
"My mother is..." Casey paused, suddenly feeling confused. 
"You didn't think to write that down...?" she said to the King 
"What is she talking about...?!" 
"Behold the patchwork man...well, he goes by 'King' now..." 
"What...?" 
"Butch..." 
"Yeah...?" he replied. 
"What does this place remind you off...?" 
"Uhm...a movie..." 
"You saw as a kid..."
"Yeah..." 
"Cassidey...does that sword look familiar...?" 
"Well now that you mention it, it looks like....from the book cover...?!" 
"Yes..." Megan went. 
"What...are...you...TALKING ABOUT?!" Casey shouted. Megan suddenly turned around. 
"What is your day of birth, what is your father's first name, where do you sleep, when is the last time you've ever dreamed?" 
"What...!?" 
"And why can you only answer, at best...some of those questions...?" Casey's expression turned from anger to abject horror, as she ran around Megan and grabbed the king's sword, pointing it at her. 
"Enough riddles, be straight...!" 
"Put that down...!" said the king. 
"You shut up..." she said turning to him "You, answer me...!" she said to Megan. 
"Ever wonder why he's called the Patchwork king...?" 
"Because his armor doesn't match..." Megan leaned to the side to look at the king. 
"Did you make her this dumb, or is this just a natural block you put in her head..." 
"What are you talking about?!" 
"You're not real, dumbass...!"
"No...no!" she shouted "I'm real, as real as you!" 
"Yeah, no...you're a pink haired little mean girl, in an outfit that references a genre that died some decades ago. You're a cliche, an 'original character, don't steal' another creation of things he slapped together, because...everything of his is slapped together. The castle is from a kid's movie. The landscape is from paintings. The bloody guards are dinosaurs! Why do you think he wants me, I'm magic, more than that, I'm original. A new source of power, a new source of ideas...you are just bait...really terrible bait, considering you fools had to kidnap those three..." she turned to them "Seriously this habit is getting annoying..." 
"No...it's not true..." went Casey. 
"But here she is..." said the King "In the heart of my power, you will submit to my will..." 
"No...!" she said turning to the king as if he was speaking to her "No, if I'm not real...what happens to me then..." 
"He can make things, but he can't just...destroy them, but he can only maintain so much..." went Megan "What do you think the junkyard is for...?" 
"No!" she said swinging back to Megan, crying. 
"Oi, I'm not the one who made you, I'm not the one who used you, I'm not the one who plans to discard you as soon as something more interesting comes along. Hell, I don't have a say in what happens to you..." 
"No, no you can save me...!" 
"She could..." said the King "if she will tie her power to mine..." 
"The 'marriage' he spoke off..." Megan said annoyed 
"Do it...!" shouted Casey.
"So you can be real...?!" 
"Yes...!!!" Megan smirked. 
"What if I could offer you something...better...?" 
"What is better than being real..." asked the king... 
"Hey Casey..." 
"What...?!" she growled 
"Ever hear about 'king of the hill', Patchwork Princess..." 
"What...?" 
"Long live...the 'queen'..."
"She would not-" Casey turned around swinging, and off his head popped before he could finish speaking, spewing out streamers and confetti. from his head. 
"Huh..." Megan went before snapping her fingers. Symbols appeared on the foreheads of the trio, and they were covered in auras of bright light before 'shimmering' away, as the castle began to crack and the ground quaked. "That was easy..." 
"What is going on?!" 
"What is a dream without a dreamer...?!" 
"You..." Casey pointed the sword at Megan as she began to back away. "You lied to me...!" 
"No, I only 'implied', honestly, why would you think that's a good idea, that's like thinking you can kill God and still exist?!" 
"You...you....?!" 
"Bitch...didn't I say it already...bye..." Megan said as she disappeared like the others. 
"MEGAAAAAANNN!!!" Casey shouted as the world crumbled around her. Megan stepped out of the locker, pulling out her sneaker, the laces caught on something. Waiting for her where the trio. 
"Where's Casey..." asked Micalah. Megan pulled out her shoe and then put it back on. 
"Uhm...what about her....?" Megan went, seemingly truly confused. 
"But I thought..." She took of her prismatic plaid trenchcoat, turning it inside out and morphed it back into her navy blue uniform jacket 
"What is a dream without a dreamer...? I was in his place of power, he was prepared for me, but not his own power." 
"So...you used her..." 
"Not like I could save her. Defeat him, she goes..." 
"But you could've..." went Cassidey. 
"Giving him, my power...what exactly do you think he would've done with it? Make a world of sunshin and roses...?" The bell rang. "Now we're late for class, and try not to get kidnapped between now and then..."
== Megan the Wizard Girl vs The Ice Prince ==
"Ya know, this is the part where if I had balls I would swear they would be frozen..." Megan mused as she drank her tea, she was wadding through the snow and the wind of the blizzard, wearing her wizard's trenchcoat and a multicolored scarf that was perpetually too long, and a pair of fur boots made from the pelt of something fuzzier than anything had the right to be. "Now how about you end this little escapade. I was planning to study for my test next week..." The curtain of snow and wind was drawn apart at the movements of his hands, revealing....a blue skinned pudgy Asian kid, in blue and white robes, with sapphires that matched his altered eyes, and wearing a circlet of of silver crowned with a sapphire. "Huh...well you've taken to that like a frog and water..." she sipped her tea again. 
"Fool...!" the boy went "I am lord of winter, master of ice, lord of frost-" 
"Master of Frost...." 
"What...?" 
"Look, if you're going to give yourself all these fancy little titles, perhaps increase your vocabulary, you used 'lord' twice. There other titles you know..." 
"Shut up! Don't mock me..." 
"I was just trying to be helpful, 'trust me', you'll know when I'm being mocking...." there was a pause between then as she sipped more tea and he tried to figure out what so say next. "You dare....?" she said twirling her fingers, giving him a hint. 
"You dare, imply I need your help, I am a god!" 
"Well, no, more like you're using the powers of that artifact which, from the looks of your change, is probably eating years of your life..." 
"What...?" he said, his voice suddenly normal and concerned. "Wait, no you're trying to trick me...! I will not be fooled, you-" 
"You don't know anything about magic, do you...?" 
"Of course I do, I command all of this...!"
"Right..." Megan knelt down and placed her hand on the snow. She inhaled and gave one huff, the snow below her erupt into blue flames, flames which spread to the rest of the snow like a wildfire. She then stood up and extended her open hand, the fire which consumed the snow shot up and arced into her open palm condensing into a small little blue fire before she clenched her fist, snuffing it out. The boy fell on his backside, his elongated lasp in concentration costing him his flight as Megan took another sip of her tea. "How, how did you do that...?!" 
"Uhm, the coat is not just for show. Mistress of the mystic arts, here.." 
"Aaaahhhh...!" he shouted extending out his hand and causing ice spikes to erupt from the ground into Megan, who stood there sipping her tea, somehow intangible. "What...?" 
"What...it's just ice..." 
"No, my ice, my power is omnipotent..." 
"Kid, you're jumped up on magic juice from a crown you randomly found..." 
"No! I am the ice prince...I am the chosen of the winter queen...!" 
"My aunt, does that still count since I got reincarnated...whatever, kid you're just 'chosen' because anyone else would've heard the voice in their head and 'noped' away. You, you heard voice in your head and went 'tell more'. But at the end of the day, you've no clue what you're doing, you're just making a mess of everything, and people still aren't going to like you..." She took a sip of tea. The boy grumbled, and practically growled as he fought the urge to cry. 
"Shut up....!" he screamed stretching out his hands and firing blasts of icey winds. His ice magic slammed into Megan's magic circle, which appeared suddenly in front of her, acting as a wall of energy. She stepped forward her hand phrasing through the shield as she leaned forward. She pointed her finger, firing a pink volt into his forehead knocking him out.
Megan leaned down over his unconscious body and place her hand on his stomach, another magic circle appeared and then contracted in, as his body was then shocked by more of her pink voltage, throwing off the crown and morphing his appearance and clothes back to that of a normal kid in school uniform. She stood and outstretched her hand to the crown which flew into her palm and was immediately covered in blue flames, as she turned and walked away. 
"May I suggest next time you go to family planning and counseling instead of selling your immortal soul for power...." She looked down to the crown. "Oh you can shut it. You're going into a vault."
==Megan VS The Matchmaker==
"So...how did you know...?" the fairy asked. Her bat wings, instead of membrane, had stained glass of numerous colors, all of them girlish. She wore a pink corset with a metal bra of what looked to be webbed dragon claws holding her bosom, and a particularly short red skirt, and leather thigh highs with bronze shin guards tipped with dragon claws, while her stilletos had literal blades for soles. She sported long red hair that did not seem to be a natural color, and pink eye, with dark purple eye shadow that came down into cheek marks. 
"Are you being serious right now?" Megan replied with her monotone annoyance. "You tried to set me up with Jake the quarterback..." 
"What's wrong with that...?" 
"I HATE JAKE THE QUARTERBACK, HE'S AN INSUFFERABLE SOD..." 
"Hey...!" went Jake in the back with the others. 
"Shut it...!" she said turning back to reveal embers coming out of her mouth 
"Okay!" 
"But you're a bitch..." said the 'fairy' 
"Indeed, I am 'the' bitch, I could give the whole speech but I'm not in the mood, but, if there's one thing I know about bitches...you don't fuck with them...and that's what you've been doing, fucking with me, fucking with all of us..." 
"Like you don't..." 
"I do not. I like being left alone, so why would I go looking for drama..." 
"Oh please, I know you, you're an insidious, deceitful-" 
"You clearly have me confused for my counterpart...which just seals the deal, as to what you are. Of course a real matchmaker wouldn't make such terrible matches." 
"Excuse me...?" she growled. 
"Oh come on...the goth girl with the youth evangelist? The most bullied girl in the school with the biggest bully, the social outcast with the idiot half the popular girls are trying to get for social points to lord over the others. These 'matches' an idiot can see where they are going to end, drama, pointless drama....demon."
"Excuse you..." she said, clearly feeling insulted as she spread her and hovered in the air above her "But I am an angel of romance, of love, I am 'the' matchmaker. So what if their relationships are going to be rocky, when as true love ever been so easy?" 
"What the hell do you know about love...?" 
"What do you know, the thousand year old virgin in the body of a sixteen year old..." 
"Fifteen, and answer my question..." 
"You first, why did you...you know...not get any action..." 
"You're asking why the person with a moral compass, and succubus blood, didn't decide to get into every bed after the first guy shriveled up in front of her...are you seriously asking that question...?" 
"Well...you know, you do still get an itch..." Megan rubbed her eyes 
"Yes, wonderful, I'm like everyone else, and you still have not answered my question!" 
"Love...love is like...a pacing river, it can be a slow stream, or rapids...." 
"Love is a promise..." Megan said, heavily annoyed. 
"Excuse me...?" 
"Romance, describe it how you will, but love is a promise. It is not drama, it is not the raging harmones of teenagers, it is a promise between one person to another. It doesn't even have to be returned, it is just that promise. You have forced together people who cannot, would not make that promise under normal circumstance, filling their lives with strife and misery just for your own bloody amusement. So now I'm going to kick your ass...." 
"You really think you can defeat me...?!" She said, with black and crimson flames appearing in her hands, erupting as they morphed into claws. "Who do you think you are...?!" 
"Me..." Megan said with a shrug. 
"I'm just a shadow..." 
"What...?" It was like a shiver up her spine, only less a shiver and more unspeakable pain, that snuffed out her flames and dropped her to the floor. The kids in the back, mundane as they were could not see it, but to 'Megan' and the demoness, the room seemed to be warping, the dimensions of it warping. Red ribbons of energy exited the children, flowing towards her, absorbed by her, as the couple's grips on each other began to instinctively loosen. Then they came, in walked...several Megan, phasing through the walls, hands up, chanting and holding in front of them part of a circle of yellow energy. As they got closer and closer 'Aamntis' began to warp and twist into something, large, monstrous and shadow, with burning embers for eyes, and purple flames for hair, and her wings became mass of purple fire, and her head became covered in horns. She screamed and howled, and roared, but she was trapped in the circle. Elsewhere, something, someone...smirked. A blast of infernal fire shot up, beneath Amantis, the flames showing images of another world, of hurt and suffering, before disappearing with the demoness. The interaction of energies caused the clones to disappear, leaving behind a stunned Megan with her medallion on. She was shaken but mostly annoyed, as she recognized what had happened. 
"Mother..." she growled under her breath, gritting her teeth.
== Megan and the Calamity Crystal ==
"Ugh..." Megan sat up, awoken by the sound of metal clashing against metal. She found herself in some manner of crater, some old battlefield, armor and weapons scattered about, along with volcanic vents and rivers of dried lava around them. She sat up to see two warriors battling. One sported short spikey red hair and wore a suit of gold armor, and carried a sword that fired beams. The other with long silver hair, wore purple armor with ivory bones along the rims, and used a staff, a wizards staff given how he used magic. The two seem locked in combat, firng and countering energy blasts at each other. "Huh...this is definitely not a dream, I'm still clothed and no one is offering me grapes..." She got up and looked around and then finally spied it. Perched atop a long spike of obsidian, the crimson Conflict Gem, radiated the red light that permeated the hellish landscape. "There you are..." She moved to get it, only to be knocked down by the purple warrior when he was thrown into her.
"Wretched cur...!" went the warrior in purple as he sat up "I will strip your bones from your-" "
Get...off..." went Megan. Her voice with muffled but its cold anger sent a chill up his spine that made him dart off. "Oh sorry Megan..." he replied. He would've said more had Sato not come down behind him with his sword. Suou, the boy in purple knocked him away with his staff, before chasing after him, as Megan rose up. Slowly she dusted herself off, before turning and firing lightning from her hands, paralyzing the two of them, for a moment. "You two..." she said sneering "Explain, now..." 
"Explain what...?! went Sato "It's magic, I don't have to explain-" 
"I will send you to Jesus!" Megan exclaimed as she readied her hand for a pimp slap, covered by a magic circle, a mystical pimp slap. Samuel sighed. 
"It's his fault..." he said. 
"It is not...!" Sato shouted back. 
"Will you let me finish...!" Samuel roared. 
"Not when you're telling lies-" Megan grabbed the two of them by their their throats picking them up and slamming them against the wall. 
"We are literally in a hellish dimension devoted by mortal combat, because you two fuckers cannot solve whatever issue you have, like damn adults..." she went "which is terrible enough as it is...BUT YOU DRAGGED ME IN HERE!" Megan's skin was beginning to look purplish, ebony spikes began to form on her forehead, and her eyes and mouth had the light of a furnace, redder than the glow around them.
"Uhm...are you alright...?" Samuel asked. Megan paused for a moment, before turning to him. Her hair suddenly morphed to resemble flames, glowing with purple light and swaying in a wind that didn't exist. A tail appeared at the base of her spine, snapping like a whip, and making thunger, she was becoming taller, and more muscular as her horns grew longer and curved. 
"What do you think...?" Her voice echoing. 
"I think..." said Samuel "You should calm down. We can resolve this peacefully..." 
"We are here BECAUSE YOU CAN'T! And if I have to spend and eternity in this hellscape, well...I know whose soul I'm tormenting first, what about you two idiots...?" There was an awkward silence. 
"Yeah I'm done..." 
"What?!" went Sato 
"I'm done..." 
"What why...?" Megan released Samuel "Because some girl told you to...?!" Megan raised an eyebrow 
"Dude...I'm here fighting like its a damn fighting game, for my life, because you won't be the bigger man. Well 'I' will be the bigger man. I'm done with you. You already ruined my football career so why I don't I just go and catch up on my studies?" Megan looked away noticing the crystal was flickering, struggling. It gave off a sense of desperation. 
"And what about me, what about my apology...?" 
"What about you? I asked you a favor and started this whole drama, instead of just telling me you couldn't do it. Hell the only reason I got kicked out is because your mom is boinking the principle..." 
"You liar...!" 
"Actually..." went Megan "everyone knows that..." 
"What...?" 
"The principle, vice-principle... I think she had a thing with the head of science..." 
"Lies, slander, rumors...!" 
"There's a difference between 'rumors' and having to hear the sound of two forty year olds humping, then scrambling for their clothes before finally unlocking the door and forcing us to watch your mom take the walk of shame...." Sato was silent, with a look of disgust. Meanwhile the crystal fired bolts of crimson lightning into the ground. Men of magma rose up, armed with the relics scattered around them. While Sato slumped down, defeated Samuel and Megan turned. Samuel charged his staff, while Megan conjured magic circles in her hand, blue flames burning on them to her surprise and annoyance. She finally noticed the fire above her head, burning like a flaming crown.
"Let's get this over with." she said. 
"What's going on...?" Samuel asked. 
"Simple, if you two aren't going to fight it will get a fight elsewhere. It feeds on wrath, on hate, and rage. However you decided to let your pair drop and Sato is...." Sato mumbled something as he curled up in the fetal position. "Sato..." 
"So we fight...?!" Samuel asked nervous. 
"What, hell no..." Megan grabbed his staff's head and aimed it. "Fire!" Samuel fired his beam which was now mixed with Megan's magic. It hit the crystal creating a bright flash. When it was over, they were back, back in the warehouse. His staff was the pipe he had picked up. He looked at Sato, he was curled up confused, his sword his kendo stick again. He turned to Megan and nearly had a heart attack. She picked up the red crystal, now a gem that could fit in one's hand, putting it away in her cloak. However her demonic transformation and translated over. 
"What...?" he went. She did not answer. Instead she inhaled, pinched her nose and blew through her nose. Her visage cracked, and then crumbled revealing the human girl from before, but with a tear in the back of her pants. "Uhm..." 
"Not a word..."
Megan vs the Crystal Flight
== Megan vs the Edged King ==
Megan screamed in pain. Her skin glowed with an aura built on the yellow constellations now appearing on her body. She found herself being hoisted up into the air by the purple voltage attacking her, before seemingly being thrown down, all the while her cousin said nothing.
"Ow..." Megan went, her body, garments and all, smoking. Her fingers curled before she relaxed them and got up normal as before. "That hurt..."
"Well..." said a sinister voice. It sounded odd, the sound of crystals shimmering, or scratching against each other, echoing into a voice she could understand "it wasn't supposed to, it was supposed to transform you..."
"Really now..." Megan went, glaring at her cousin. The pPrincess of Air looked, her countenance barely even bothering to not look guilty of betrayal. "And you, I take it you're the Edge King?"
"King of Edges..." the serpentine mass of black crystal shards crawled down from the shadow ceiling. It was a creature of crystal shards, half cast in the shape of a man, but also cast in the shape of a dragon. Atop its draconian head was a white porcelain mask that moved its lips and eyes as it spoke. "Or the 'Edged King'..."
"My word...I know so many teenagers who would build an altar to you, all black, and sharp, and dripping with dread..." she said getting up.
"Please, Princess...do not mock me..."
"Then do not call me that..."
"Princess? It's what you are..."
"It is a title, one I do not care for."
"Oh, that's right, you are... 'guardian' now...." it chuckled "A pretty little title to chase away the darkness." It began to circle her "Do you really think it's that simple..to escape the darkness within you. Why do you even bother, it will always find you."
"What is this, the first forty-eight? Is that what you want, to play Doctor Phil with my head?"
"Play, why not, it's all ridiculous isn't it, this family squabble painted as something more noble than it actually is, why not enjoy yourself... Why not-" Megan raised her hands and swung them open, creating a circle of light around her that expanded pushing away the creature. It seemingly shattered, as Megan pointed her palms at each other, white and black voltage arcing between them. Her cousin, however had began to walk away.
"Okay 'king of goth accessories' if you're trying to turn me to the dark side, you're going to need to try a bit better than that..."
"You really want to challenge me, here...in my place of power...?" The crystal mass arrose, a neck and head, a giant version from the on from before but still the mask was on the forehead, its size unchanged.
"Hmmm...first rule of wizards....never fight a wizard in their lair..."
"Exactly.... you cannot hope to defeat me..."
"Well not here...." Megan agreed. She slapped her hands together, and the voltage expanded out, covering the walls, floor and ceiling, but not shocking anyone. Then she pulled her hands apart, seemingly struggling for some reason, as the wall, floor and ceiling, all fell back into a void of shifting images, scenes and locations, before she was forced to pull her hands back together. The three found themselves in the middle of a plains, rolling hills around them, grass up to their knees.
"Since when could you do this?!" shouted her cousin. Megan looked back annoyed "What...?"
"How do you think I left?" She turned back to the sound of crystals shifting about as the Edge King retook his original form.
"You think this means anything?" he went "You think you have won...?"
"I think so far from home, so far from anyone, you're not as powerful as you like to be..."Megan replied as magic circles appeared before her hands.
"You really think you can-" As if toss frizbees she threw her magic circles, which expanded and spun like buzz saw, trying to cut through his throat and chest to his back, and try to cut through his stomach. Ribbons of light orbited her feet taking her off the ground and into the air, her hand outstretched. She placed her other hand on her shoulder and drew it down, conjuring a deluge of blue fire from her palm onto the edge king. He screamed in pain, the blue fire eating into the cracks and gaps in his crystals from her blades of light. It soaked through the spaces between the crystals seemingly burning whatever mystical link held the crystals together. She landed, as the Edged King kept screaming.
"Destiny..." he said "you cannot escape....your destiny...!" The crystals collapsed, cracking and releasing a black smoke into the air.
"You...killed him..." Megan turned around with a raised eyebrow. "What...?"
"I often have to remind myself my family was just as dense as you."
"What...?!" her cousin exclaimed insulted.
"He's a mass of psychic rocks...all I killed was his avatar..."
"So he's alive..."
"I supposed the best metaphor would be 'knocked out'. So any idea why he was trying to link me to the black heartstone...?"
"I'm sorry what...?"
"Hmmm, from your expression you've either learned to lie, or really didn't know...and if it's the latter what did you expect he was going to do to me?!"
"Cousin, please calm down, everything was..." The Princess of Air, noticed the storm clouds gathering and the lightning arc about the sky. "Please calm down..."
"Calm down? CALM DOWN?! You and your mother have been trying to either kill me, corrupt me, or both since you dragged to this obnoxious dimension! I was calm before you abducted me, I was calm even with all those attempts on me! I'm beginning to think perhaps 'calm' is not the right way of dealing with you people! I want peace and quite but you lot seem to be just keen on violence, why?!" Megan began hovering into the air, the lighting from her hands almost seemed like like legs hoisting her up.
"I don't..." Megan growled. "Look, I'm sorry, but we had to know..."
"Know, what? If I'll fall to the forces of dark and brooding like a sulky brat? I'm already dark and brooding, and still I find my self the last bastion of reason in this place! I have had enough of your games.!"
"Sorry...I'm sorry..." The skies cleared as Megan came down.
"Wow...that's...the first time you ever apologized to me..."
"Really...?"
"Yes...and all it took was me threatening you with the wrath of God. Well that's a depressing thought....I'm going back to bed..." She said turning to leave.
"Wait, the castle..." her cousin looked around, realizing how lost she was. "How do you know the way home...."
"Simple I always keep a sense of direction, even when doing magic."
== Megan VS The Harem King ==
"Ah, at long last...." The figure in armor stood up, the plates shiny and embedded with large crystals and glowing lines of the same sky blue color. His robotic form held a chalic as he stood up, as if he needed it. Around him, in his throne room was a small menageries of woman in variants of Leia's metal slave bikini. "Megan...pray tell, what is your last name...?" Megan, betwixt to Amazon guards with spears raised an eyebrow in disbelief and annoyance.
"You ask that, like I care..."
"But of course..." he recoiled back, with mocking imitation of a man whose feelings had been hurt "how could I not care to know the name of my most cherished guest..." The women all around gave Megan nasty looks from the corner of their eyes, something she was keen to pick up on.
"Nevermore..." she replied sticking her hands in her coat's pockets and fitting the urge to roll her eyes.
"Ah, Megan Ne- wait seriously...?"
"Yeah..." She replied annoyed.
"A witch named Nevermore..."
"I prefer 'Wizard-Girl'....
"Noted..." he replied with a dismissive tone. "But come miss Nevermore, drink, be merry...." he said presenting his chalice.. It was filled with wine and Megan instinctively pulled back, to the annoyance of her guards who grunted at her.
"You understand I'm a minor right..."
"A minor what...?" Megan was silent for a moment, her eye twitching as she looked with disbelief, and disgust. Her silence was broken with a sigh as she pinched her nose and rubbed her closed eyes, before she just swipped the cup out of his hand and walked to the side.
"Wonderful...!"
"What do you want..." she said stopping to look back.
"Want? Want? What could I possibly want...?"
"I don't know, that's why I'm asking..."
"Are you going to drink that...?"
"If you want it take it..." she said raising the cup. It was made of the same metal as his armor, and decorated the same.
"No, no...I'm fine, it's a gift for you..." she lowered her cup hand.
"Alright, so what do you want...?"
"You're the great 'mistress of magic', the 'sorceress supreme'..."
"I am none of those things..."
"But you have earned a reputation... The Patchwork King, the Crystal Queen, the Ice King, the Fire Lord, the Edged King and his army of black crystal night and photonic boogey men and now..."
"The Harem King...?"
"Well, that's not the name I go by..."
"But it is the name that matters..." His posture changed to radiate annoyance, until it appeared that she was going to take a drink, but then she paused, something clearly having popped into her mind.
"I almost forgot...what do you want...?"
"Again, why this talk of want, you're the guest..." He moved over putting his hand around her shoulder. Megan could hear the whispered complaints and snide remarks of the women around them.
"Yes...well" she said slipping out of his grasp. "You went through all the trouble of sending your she-goons here, to attack my family and bring me here...So clearly I hold some...significance to you..that much is certain..." He was silent for a moment.
"Okay, you got me!" he said in a chuckling tone. "I need your help..."
"Well that much is obvious since you haven't attacked me yet..."
"Yes, with the Patchwork King and the Edged King defeated there is a...power vaccuum, I need your assistence in procuring my ascention...!"
"Wow..."
"Yes..."
"You are a terrible liar..." He glared at her. "No seriously, I beat those two narks, do you really think I don't know how all this crap works..."
"I would mind you not to refer to my belonging as 'crap' thank you very much. The rules of hospitality..."
"Have not been put into place..."
"Excuse me...?!" The women all got up. Some of them conjured fire, or ethereal lights to their hands, but all were clearly mages.
"Oh you are excused. Honestly, I can't quite figure you out. Are you really this dense, or just complacent...?"
"Choose your next words carefully, 'girl', before I put you in your place..."
"Place..." Megan swirled about the wine. "My place, would you likely be to explain where your 'place', nay, your position right now..."
"I am lord of this realm, attended to by an army of one thousand companions taught in the mystical arts....
"Wait, one thousand....seriously...?"
"Yes...!"
"Huh...well that's impressive...for a vampire..."
"Vampire...?" he chuckled "I am a king..."
"Yes, but you're also an energy vampire, feeding on people emotions, in this case, love and affection. And this thing, with its runes laiden within...is a love potion, I take it..."
"Oh...clever are we...? So what now...?"
"Well now I do this..." She down it all.
"Wait, if you...then..." Megan put up her hand, to silence him before she began pound on her sternum. What she drank was not sitting well with her.
"Give me a minute..."
"A minute....that should be fast acting, you should..."
"Be under your control..." she belched, and it was ot comfortable, as she nearly keeled over, and threw up.
"What is wrong with you...?!"
"Look, Harem King, you messed up, in three ways..." His guards aimed their spears.
"Oh...do tell..."
"One...momma was a succubus, love potions don't do shit to me, my body naturally produces a lot of the chemical in this thing..."
"Oh..." he said both surprised and disappointed.
"Two...you gave me the key to your operation. This chalice doesn't just make love potions, it ties all the 'love energy' to your suit of armor doesn't it...?"
"Indeed...and what are you going to do with that knowledge? My seals do not allow you to perform magic..."
"Well that brings us to part three, with is a two parter..."
"Oh...?"
"Yup, part 1: Internal Alchemy..."
"I fail to see the relevance..."
"Part 2... I am very good at figuring out how to break hexes..."
"Break...hexes..." Megan stood before vomitting out a bright green ichor into the already refilled chalice. Immediately it let out a screech, the sound of metal straining past its limit, as the crystals cracked and the lines glowed bright before dying out.
"No, no...!" With a wave of his hand he sent her flying, and with telekinetic might he hoisted her up into the air. "Do you know what you have done...?!""
"Beat you with less effort than the Patchwork King or his Edgy cousin?" The Harem King roared, until a spear found its way into his armor, into his chest. Megan fell landing on all fours like a cat, before standing up. The women they were all up, approaching, with glares and death threats written on their face as the Harem King crawled back. "Now see...your seals may work on me, for now...but I doubt they work on all of them, especially since they were what powered you and all your magic..."
"No, no wait..." he said begging "lets talk about this, think of all the good times we had, right, Melinda?!"
"My name..." said the angry sorceress "Is Melissa...!"
Megan turned and walked away to the sound screaming, angry chanting, the gurgling of blood, the tearing of limbs and the warping of metal.
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