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"Don't struggle, it'll all be over soon."

Koakuma could feel her consciousness slipping away with each passing second. The ice cold hands of her mistress would not budge or let up from squeezing the devil's windpipe. Through her bleary eyes Koakuma could see her mistress's face contort into one of pure, sadistic glee. Patchouli clicked her tongue and continued to strangle her beloved familiar without any show of remorse. She was not herself at all, and if nothing was done, Koakuma would die a long and agonizing death.

But the little devil would not die here. Using what little strength she had left Koakuma gritted her teeth and increased her grip on her attacker's wrists. She reached deep into her psyche and managed to gather enough energy to allow for one spell. Desperate, she chose to will forth a quick surge of electricity through her fingertips. It was a pathetic attempt from one who wasn't skilled in magic, but fortune was on the little devil's side. Patchouli growled in annoyance as she faltered and released Koakuma from her hold.

"Tch! I didn't expect you to know some magic," Patchouli muttered before she was tossed off of Koakuma. She glared up at the devil with her dark red eyes. "Insolent devil..."

Koakuma gasped and scuttled off of the bed only to collapse on the floor. She coughed and greedily sucked in air as she massaged her throat. Turning on her side, the devil looked up at the figure of her mistress and raised an arm in defense.

"P-Patchouli-sama... What... Who are you? Where is my mistress?"

Patchouli chuckled and slid off of her bed to stand before the devil. With the dark mist following her like a demonic veil, the mage no longer looked as radiant and as warm as Koakuma once remembered. Coupled with the red eyes and the cruel grin, it seemed as if this wasn't Patchouli Knowledge at all. Koakuma glanced about as she tried to find her mistress, her true mistress, but no matter where she looked the only thing that looked remotely similar to Patchouli was towering over her. The monster in Patchouli's visage narrowed her eyes at Koakuma and gave a playful tilt of her head.

"Come now, don't play dumb with me." Patchouli twirled around once and opened her arms wide. Her tone became increasingly sardonic as she continued. "It is I, 'Patchouli Knowledge', a weak-willed, pathetic excuse for a magician. Now, what kind of name is that? It is a plant's name, and plants exist only to wither and die."

To prove her point, Patchouli reached out with her magic and latched onto a few potted plants with the dark mist. When the mage had been suffering from an onslaught of illnesses, Meiling had suggested to her that filling her room with pleasant-smelling flowers and plants would help alleviate her tension. They certainly brightened up the area then. The beautiful displays of scarlet, violet and amarillo buckled under the terrible force of Patchouli's magic and withered away. Anything green soon turned to black in an instant.

"I will say this though. Your mistress has much more mana than I ever believed." Patchouli raised her hands and ran them down her body. "Hmm... And it's amazing how curvy her body is underneath her robes. I'm tempted to indulge!"

"Stop touching her!" Koakuma cried from her position on the floor. "Who are you? Why have you taken my mistress?"

"Bored already?"

Patchouli shrugged her shoulders and sighed before raising an open palm to Koakuma. The dark, misty matter slithered away from the dead plants and whirled around the little devil to pick her up. Koakuma shrieked in terror as the mist held her in place and licked at her skin like an inferno would. It felt as if her skin was being flayed, but there were no whips or instruments doing it other than the dark mist. Just as her skin was turning red from the torture, Patchouli closed her hand into a fist and flung the familiar against the bedroom door.

Under the force of ancient magic combined with the body of a familiar, the door shattered and broke away. Koakuma howled in pain and arched her back as she landed on the library floor. Splinters were lodged in her arms from when she tried to defend herself. Sputtering, Koakuma turned over on her side and attempted to get back up on her feet. A large shadow fell over her and made her shiver.

"Very well, no more games. My name, my true name, is Malus Umbravi."

Koakuma turned her head and looked up at her mistress only to find that she had disappeared. She glanced about and discovered that the library had gotten much darker even though the day was still young. Speckles of black mist wafted about and gave Koakuma the feeling of being in a foggy, musty swamp. A dull creaking came from above and caught the little devil's attention. She flung herself forward and narrowly avoided being crushed under the weight of a falling bookcase.

"I had hoped to possess that blonde-haired girl, seeing as she seemed very healthy for her age, but instead I was forced into your mistress when she intervened," came Malus's cold, corrupted voice. Koakuma scrambled to her feet and held her wounded arm as she listened. "I've been in that miserable tome for centuries, just waiting for the right morsel to come along. And it was your mistress who offered herself up! It's more than I ever wanted!"

A flash of light appeared in the corner of Koakuma's vision. When she looked up, she saw Malus Umbravi standing on top of a bookcase. Koakuma knew that the figure before her was her mistress, but if she was truly possessed by this dark spirit, whatever it was, then she could no longer be Patchouli Knowledge. Despite the comely features, familiar voice and purple robes, it was Malus who was in charge. Even with that sorrowful fact in place, Koakuma knew that somewhere in there was the soul of her mistress.

"Oh, I see the fear and confusion in your eyes. 'Why', you cry. 'What are you', you whisper." Malus played with a lock of Patchouli's hair and chuckled at how Koakuma widened her eyes to teacup-sized proportions. "Curious? Very well, I'll tell you before I kill you."

Malus dropped to the floor and broke the floorboards under her weight. The splinters shot up and towards her body only to be repelled away in every direction. Koakuma uttered a cry of pain as one shard found its way into her thigh. She busied herself with taking it out as Malus advanced towards her.

"I was once a woman. A human destined to be as mortal as the rest. Was I afraid of death? Of course I was, but I spat in its face and ventured where most feared to tread." Malus crouched down to pick up a book that had fallen off of the shelves. She glanced at it before flinging it over her shoulder. "To oblivion with mortality! I broke its troublesome rules and became immortal! My memory is foggy, but I do remember wasting away in that prison your mistress created. Being forced to sit on a shelf and share space with undesirables is unforgivable."

Blood trickled down Koakuma's limbs from the multiple splinters imbedded in her body. She quivered in agony and did what she could to pull out the most demanding ones. She figured that for Malus, splinters were akin to papercuts. The worst was yet to come if Koakuma didn't act, but she had no idea what to do. She could never beat her mistress in a magical duel, so how could she beat Malus? Koakuma whimpered and fell against a bookcase for support as she mulled it all over before glaring up at her possessed mistress.

"W-what do you want?"

"That's... Actually a good question, little devil," Malus admitted. She rubbed her chin in thought. "I already have the body and power of the most powerful magician in this realm, and her library is filled with all sorts of resources with which I can grow ever stronger. I think I'll get myself acquainted with this new body and her assets," Malus giggled.

The vile spirit approached Koakuma and looked down her nose at her.

"But first, I'll need a dedicated assistant. Someone to do my bidding in this world."

"I serve my mistress," Koakuma spat. "Not you! I'll die before that happens!"

"Thank you for being so cooperative!" Malus cackled as she shot forward and grasped Koakuma's throat in her hand. She lifted the devil up and off of her feet with magical strength. "You'll be of more use to me dead than alive!"

Koakuma clawed at the hand on her throat and tried to shock Malus once again, but her strength had decided to fail her. She could no longer call upon her spells to defend herself with, and whatever flailing she could do was not enough to beat back her attacker. Malus took sick pleasure in watching the little devil's eyes bulge before she lifted her free hand up and formed an orb of sinister black energy. The hand clenched around the orb and steadily brought it forward to Koakuma's chest. Just as Malus was about to press the terrible orb against the devil's heart, something happened.

Malus gritted her teeth and recoiled as something wracked her body. She closed her eyes and dropped the orb to the ground where it shattered and dissipated. Growling, she tossed Koakuma to the ground and turned her back on her as her body began to convulse. Magic rippled across her figure and punctured the black mist around her with purplish flares of energy. Koakuma coughed and massaged her throat as she looked on in morbid curiosity.

"Run..." Malus shook and turned around with a pained look on her face. Patchouli stared back at Koakuma with her compassionate violet eyes, begging for her to follow her orders. "Run!"

As much as it pained Koakuma to do so, she obeyed the voice of her mistress and turned on her heel. She clambered up a bookcase and searched for the grand library's exit with desperation nagging at her. A whirlwind of energy blew down the bookcases around Patchouli as Malus regained her hold. Koakuma leapt into the air and spread her wings to keep her aloft as she continued to look over the library for the exit.

"Ah! Looks like this magician isn't as weak-willed as I thought!" Malus shrieked. "Yes, resist! I do so love entertainment!"

Then, there it was. Koakuma felt hope rise in her heart as she looked upon the exit to the library. It was a fair distance away and up a grand staircase, but with her wings and her mistress's last command giving her strength, Koakuma would make it. She flew through corridors of bookcases and down aisles as fast as her demonic wings would allow. Her retreat was obstructed by clusters of dark mist that forced her to take different paths.

Malus appeared in the corner of Koakuma's vision and pursued her with arcane flames at her fingertips. Pillars of fire erupted from the floor and tried to smash into the little devil, but she avoided them and flew higher. Without the cover of the bookcases, Koakuma realized she was an easier target. She shrieked and ducked back down into the aisles as she felt the chilling embrace of ice shards. A few shards found their way into her back and even drew blood.

"Stop running. I like my servants to be at least somewhat intact," Malus shouted.

Koakuma shuddered at the tone of voice and the senseless brutality Malus showed to her. She had to escape from the library, escape from the clutches of evil incarnate. After dodging as much magic as she could, Koakuma reached the staircase. She flew up the steps and heard the wood creak and break behind her as Malus followed. Splinters and nails exploded into the air when magic was thrown into the picture again, and it completely destroyed the grand staircase as well!

As soon as Koakuma reached the top of the staircase she flung herself out of the library and slammed the doors shut behind her. She had no experience with creating magical wards with which to stave off attackers, so she chose a different course of action. She knocked down pedestals and moved furniture against the double doors to barricade it. To seal the deal, Koakuma ripped up a scarlet curtain and tied it around the door handles.

She was tossed to the floor when a powerful force slammed into the barricaded doors. Dark mist seeped under the door only to be pulled back by some unseen hand.

"What? Why can't I leave?" Malus shouted from behind the doors. The pounding ceased after a moment. "Insolent cretin... Even when under my thumb you try to contain me. Very well, I'll spend my time breaking you before turning to your familiar, your friends, and your realm!"

Where there was expected to be another attack on the doors, there was only silence. Koakuma rubbed her temples and looked up from her sprawled-out position on the floor. The doors to the library held strong against Malus's battering and didn't look like they were going to be blown down anytime soon. Footsteps were heard retreating from the door as well as a string of curses. Either Malus had given up in her pursuit or Patchouli had regained enough control to set a personal boundary.

Koakuma hoped it was the latter.

"That should... That should hold her," she whispered as she tried to sit up. She gasped and fell to her side when she found that she had lost quite a bit of blood escaping. "Everything hurts... I need to get up, I need to get up!"

The little devil grimaced and curled up into a fetal position. She felt too weak to stand, but she couldn't just lie there and die after all she had gone through. With blood dripping down from her wounds and all kinds of shards in her body, Koakuma propped herself up and found her voice. She screamed for help and attracted the attention of a fairy maid. The fairy maid, alarmed by the sight of Koakuma wounded, cried out and flew off to find its superior.

In a few minutes Sakuya appeared right next to Koakuma holding a first-aid kit in her hands.

"Koakuma?!" she gasped, noticing how pale the devil looked. The maid gazed over her body and took notice of the multiple splinters and wounds. "Oh dear... How did this happen?"

"L-library," Koakuma wheezed. She curled up and soon fell unconscious. "Patchy..."

Sakuya turned her baby blue eyes to the library door and noticed the makeshift barricade there. She narrowed her eyes in confusion and speculation before turning her attention back to Koakuma. With a small sigh she reached into a pocket of her uniform and clutched a golden stopwatch. She needed some time to operate, and some time to come to terms with what was going on. Hopefully when the devil was patched up she could enlighten the rest of the mansion about what had happened to her.


After carefully removing every splinter and shard and bandaging up the wounds, Sakuya placed Koakuma in a nearby guest room and appointed the gatekeeper to watch over her. She left soon after to inform her mistress of the situation and to gather the rest of the fairy maids. There wasn't much information on the incident to properly assess it, but Sakuya knew that it involved the library, Koakuma, and Patchouli Knowledge. Remilia Scarlet expressed her concern and accompanied her servant as she gathered up the fairy maids. If her best friend was in danger, it demanded her immediate attention.

Koakuma, meanwhile, was oblivious to the hustle and bustle until she came to. She felt warm sheets around her and opened her eyes to look up at the burgundy walls around her. An IV line was attached to her arm and fed blood back into her veins while snow-white bandages kept anything from escaping. Groggy yet aware of her surroundings, Koakuma reached up and supported herself on a nearby end table as she sat up. She felt someone's shadow on her and blinked twice.

"Koakuma?" came Meiling's rough voice. She leaned over and got eye-level with the little devil. "How do you feel?"

"Tired..." Koakuma widened her eyes and sat up straighter than before. "My mistress! She needs help!"

"Shh, Sakuya-san and Lady Remilia are working on that. Let's focus on you for the moment, alright?"

"But I sh-"

Meiling placed a comforting hand on Koakuma's shoulder.

"Don't worry about it right now. Just focus on getting better, alright? You can't help your mistress in your condition, but you can help me. Would that make you feel better?"

Koakuma blinked and rubbed her arms. She brushed against the IV line and shivered at how it made her feel.

"I guess... How can I help you?"

She looked up at the red-haired gatekeeper and took notice of how energetic and attentive she looked. Meiling was usually the one caught sleeping at the gate or dawdling at a task, but it seemed that today she was here to contribute. Despite all the flak the guard received in her line of work, she would never do anything that would violate the safety and security of the mansion's inhabitants. If she happened to let someone past her when on duty, it was probably because she didn't perceive them as a threat. Meiling smiled wide and rubbed Koakuma's back before dropping her hands to her sides.

"Well, while Sakuya-san is getting things ready, you can tell me what happened. Sakuya-san says it has something to do with the library and Lady Patchouli, right?" Koakuma nodded. "Alright, do you mind starting from the beginning?"

The succubus rubbed her temples and tried to remember as much as she could. She remembered how the day had started as normally as any other. Her mistress was reading as usual, the fairy maids were doing their duties, and Koakuma was eager to be of service. Then came Marisa Kirisame at the worst of times and in the worst possible place. She had made off with a dark, forbidden tome and almost got away had it not been for the little devil's intervention. In the ensuing scuffle, the spirit that resided in the tome broke free of its binds and sought out a host.

And as unfortunate as it was, the host was Patchouli Knowledge herself.

"I was... Putting a summoning tome in the right spot, in the possessed chamber where all the other books go, when Marisa Kirisame snuck in and grabbed this black-leather tome or journal. I chased her down and we fought for a minute before this dark fog or mist came out from the tome and tried to swallow the thief up." Koakuma sniveled and wiped her eyes as tears threatened to fall. "P-Patchouli must have knocked Marisa out of the way because I saw the darkness seep into her and knock her out."

Meiling nodded and sat next to Koakuma on the bed.

"So the thief is involved in this... I should have noticed something was wrong when I saw her leave via the front gate," Meiling grumbled.

"There are so many people I could blame for this, but in the end I only have myself to blame for leaving that door open," Koakuma whined.

"What happened to your mistress after all of this?"

"She collapsed and was really weak and cold. She looked like she was in so much pain, but all I could do was put her in her bed and hope for the best. I stayed by her side for as long as I could," Koakuma cried. She shook her head and held her arm where the IV line was placed. "W-when she awoke, she looked like she had just had a brush with death, but in a few minutes she looked fine. I'm not sure if it was an act, but she got a little physical with me as if she hadn't just gone through hell!"

The gatekeeper blushed and narrowed her eyes.

"She... Got frisky? Oh, right, you two are in a relationship," Meiling commented. "Given what had happened to her, I'd say she was behaving strangely. Did she remember anything?"

"She said that she didn't really remember anything, and she didn't seem to care," Koakuma said. "I was caught off guard, and that was when she put her hands around my neck and tried to kill me..."

"What?!"

Aggression between residents of the mansion wasn't unheard of, but it never got anywhere near life-threatening. Meiling herself was the victim of a few pranks and punishments and took it all in stride. No matter if it was a friendly tussle or a knife to the back of the head, she knew that nobody was really trying to kill her. Even Flandre Scarlet refrained from killing anybody when she escaped from her quarters, although she did seriously maim a few fairy maids from time to time. For Patchouli Knowledge to try and kill her most beloved and dedicated familiar, things were worse than anyone could have believed.

"How could she do such a thing? That's not the Lady Patchouli I know," Meiling gasped.

"It wasn't her, Mei," Koakuma whined. "She wasn't herself. The spirit that was in that tome had possessed her and made her do terrible things to me." She lifted up her arms and looked at her white bandages. "I know my mistress is still in there, but she's being subjugated by this... Malus Umbravi."

Meiling gave a tilt of her head and frowned.

"Oh dear, this is really bad..."

"D-do you know who that person is?" Koakuma asked.

"No, but I know that any possession is bad, and if Lady Patchouli is being subjugated, that means there's a magician or spirit who is even stronger than she is! At her healthiest Lady Patchouli could take on the young mistress and even win!" Meiling held her cheeks and shivered. "Oh dear... What does this Malus guy want?"

"Actually, I think it's a she," Koakuma mumbled. The devil reached for her IV line and began to pull at it. "She wants to... I'm not entirely sure, but whatever she wants, it's not good. My mistress is in danger here, and I can't sit back and do nothing."

Koakuma pulled out her IV line and let it dangle down below a hanging bag of blood. Remilia probably wasn't too pleased that blood was being 'wasted' by re-entering a person's veins. Stars appeared in Koakuma's vision as she tried to stand only to be held down by Meiling.

"You really should rest," Meiling said. "Drink some water and-"

"I'll feel better if I'm doing something, anything to help out my mistress," Koakuma growled.

Meiling stood back and allowed the little devil to get up. Far be it from her to get in the way of someone who was so determined and loyal to someone they cared about. When Koakuma realized that she was in her small clothes, Meiling handed over her usual uniform for her to wear. Gratitude was exchanged along with a few concerns before Koakuma was ready again. She made her way to the door only to trip over her feet and stumble into Meiling's hold.

"Where's Sakuya?" she asked as she clung to the gatekeeper.

"I heard her come down the hallway not too long ago with the fairy maids in tow. Lady Remilia must be with them, I believe."

"What are they doing with the fairy maids?"

"I think they're going to go into the library and see if they can sort out the situation."

Koakuma gave Meiling an incredulous look.

"But, but they don't know what they're up against! Not even I know what Malus is capable of!"

"Oh come now, what's the worst that can happen?" Meiling said, ever optimistic. She had tremendous faith in Remilia and Sakuya if her confident smile was anything to go by. "Just you wait, they'll come out from the library with Lady Patchouli looking as fit as a fiddle, the burned remains of a dark tome, and tea and cookies to settle down with."

The little devil wished she could share in Meiling's optimism.
The Tome of Malus - Chpt.2
Chapter 2 of my sequel to 'Familiarity'. Please, please comment or review. I like talking to others and getting critiques.

So what's going on here? Well, I was trying to add some hostility and problems to Gensokyo, but in a world where there's goddesses and a kick-ass shrine maiden who can resolve any incident, a prolonged incident wasn't feasible. I'm still stuck in the Scarlet Devil Mansion, and with Patchouli Knowledge, so I decided I would have to do something with her to get the drama I was looking for. I love her character, but I wanted to explore the others around her. So, to get two birds with one stone, I decided I would have Patchouli take a step back and become the villain, or rather Malus Umbravi would, thus allowing other characters to have the limelight.

And now here we are with a possessed Patchy as the main antagonist and everyone else scrambling to do something about it!
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"Do you ever wonder what your life would have been like if you did this over that?"

"Depends on what this and that are."

"Like... What if you decided you just wanted to be a renowned alchemist instead of a magician?"

Patchouli rolled over on her side and looked back at a pair of red eyes. She felt the covers of her bed slip away from her frame yet did nothing to preserve her modesty. In the company of her beloved familiar, she did as she pleased. With a small smile tugging at her lips, the mage reached out to pat her familiar's cheek.

"I suppose if I became such an alchemist I would have discovered the secret elixir to everlasting life around the same time I would have become a fully fledged magician. I may have been as healthy as a horse and traveled the outside world selling my miracle mixtures to any and all, beggar and king." Patchouli frowned and slid her hand away from Koakuma's cheek. "But in doing so... I would have never met Remilia and Flandre, I would have never made my home in their wonderful library, never met Meiling or been able to watch Sakuya mature."

Koakuma looked down at the hand that left her cheek and gave a sad nod. She was about to draw the covers up and over her and her mistress once again when Patchouli beamed and clasped a hand in hers. Just the sight of the frail mage looking so content made the succubus's heart flutter.

"And of course, I would have never summoned you. I would rather be weak and spend my days with those I love than to be healthy and alone," Patchouli cooed. She pecked her familiar's forehead and held her close against her. "I simply cannot imagine a life without you, nor do I want to. Why do you ask such a strange question?"

"Uh, well... I was just wondering how it would be if you loved someone other than me," Koakuma whispered.

"Ah. Doubting yourself, are you?" Patchouli replied with a soft chuckle. "I won't lie to you. I find myself compatible with many others. But I chose you in the end, didn't I?"

A delighted grin spread across Patchouli's face when she saw her familiar light up in joy. Depressing thoughts always threatened to bring down their moods, but as long as they had each other, they were able to lift each other up to new heights. Love, no matter how little, could mend wounds just as well as time could. The purple-haired magician looked down at her familiar in her arms and raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"There's something else on your mind, isn't there?"

Koakuma's face lit up as she looked up at her mistress.

"Ah... I see. Well, the night is still young and I have the energy to spare. I'll gladly romp with you again." Patchouli tapped her familiar's nose. "Only this time, do try and encourage your tail a little more."

"Oh! Of c-course mistress!" Koakuma chirped as the both of them slid under the covers.


A gentle tune wafted throughout the grand library of the Scarlet Devil Mansion. Patchouli looked up from her studies and focused on the pleasant sound. After all the events, parties, and confessions of weakness and love, the mansion and its residents had become much more relaxed and at peace than they had ever been. There were still the occasional problems that popped up such as Flandre's tantrums or Remilia's stubborn pride getting the better of her, but they were all solved without so much as a grumble. The mage smiled and leaned back in her chair to listen for a moment before the figure of her familiar drifted into sight with a stack of books in her hands.

Koakuma was humming the gentle tune and didn't stop until she noticed her mistress looking at her. Blushing, the little devil ran right up to her and deposited the books on her desk.

"Sorry I took so long, I got distracted," Koakuma apologized.

"It's hard to not stare at Sakuya's entourage of initiates when she brings them through the library. As infantile as those fairies can be, I admire their blissful nature. When they're happy they soar. When they're curious they sing." Patchouli and Koakuma glanced up to see the chief maid leaving with her new fairy colleagues. And still those fairies sang, blissfully ignorant as ever. "Even I find myself humming their tunes."

"They're never bothered by much, and they don't complain much either," Koakuma commented. "I wonder where they come from."

Patchouli fingered through the books on her desk as she spoke.

"The short answer is nature. The garden in front of the mansion helps produce fairy maids, but never to excess. When one fairy maid dies, another takes its place."

"And when they die, they linger here for awhile before returning to the garden."

"Indeed. A perfect cycle of life and death." Patchouli chuckled and pressed a cup of tea to her lips. "Returning to the earth only to be born anew... Fitting for such carefree creatures."

As Patchouli drank from her tea, Koakuma continued to hand the mage books. The life and death of fairy maids seemed benign at a first glance, but like the sun and the moon, everything had a cycle or schedule. People were no different for they worked, played, and slept every day of their lives. Everything had a beginning and an end, especially for the powerful beings that resided in Gensokyo. Immortality meant nothing to the sands of time, and Patchouli knew that all too well despite still being young at a measly 200 years.

The purple-haired magician looked on as Koakuma kept stacking books before something caught her eye. She reached out and took hold of a small leather-bound book that had a few blemishes and a small metal lock that kept the thing closed. Curious, Patchouli turned the book over in her hands and discovered a small note attached to the front of the book. A bemused smile appeared on Patchouli's face as she read the note.

"Hmm? What's that, mistress?"

"An old tome that Kourindou's owner put in with today's shipment. It says, 'contains the spirit of an arachnid. Unknown if venomous'."

"Another summoning tome?" Koakuma craned her neck and noticed the signature of Rinnosuke Morichika underneath the note. "Well, he certainly finds the most interesting things around."

"Indeed! I'll have to investigate this tome sometime and see what kind of spider it is!" Patchouli chirped with glee. She caressed the spine of the book as if she was holding a small animal. "If venomous, it can help me with potion mixing, and if not, I've always wanted to spool a spider's thread. In the meantime, Koakuma, please put this in the possessed chamber."

Koakuma widened her eyes and bit her lip.

"The... The possessed chamber? But surely the book isn't that-"

"It possesses a spirit within, so it goes where we can manage it," Patchouli interrupted with her smile ever present. She wagged her finger at Koakuma and chuckled. "Be it a harmless rabbit or a dangerous dragon, they go in the possessed chamber for storage. After all, if it weren't for the sigils placed there in that chamber, my library would be flooded with bees and all sorts of abominations! And I quite like not having bees in my hair..."

"As you wish, mistress," Koakuma replied. She took the leather-bound book out of her mistress's hands and placed it under her arm. "I'll be back shortly."

A curt nod was the response. Koakuma scratched her nose and turned on her heel to proceed to the possessed chamber, as it was called. In Patchouli Knowledge's grand library were enough books to put the ancient library of Alexandria to shame ten times over. Everything from epics to outside world movie scripts could be found somewhere on one of the hundreds of shelves there, and where there was knowledge to be found, there was the potential for danger. There was information in the library that was not meant for mortal eyes to see.

It was for their sake that Patchouli decided to lock up the most dangerous books she had inside of a special chamber guarded by special magic. Harmful tomes, possessed books and even infamous texts once thought to be urban myths were locked away in the depths of the chamber. Remilia Scarlet tried time and time again to convince her friend to do away with the books, but Patchouli was stubborn. She valued the books as collector's items, research material, and even entertainment. Nothing said 'fun' like meddling in the Necronomicon.

After a few minutes of flying about and checking for signs, Koakuma arrived at the sealed-off chamber. She touched down and looked up at a large and imposing wooden door hidden away by neglected bookcases. Through the dust and cobwebs Koakuma could see faint glows from the magical sigils placed upon the door. They reminded her of the ones placed upon Flandre's door and of how strong they were. It was all Patchouli's doing, and if the mage was thorough, the sigils were nigh indestructible.

Koakuma approached the door and brushed away the cobwebs to get a closer look at the sigils and locks. Brute force wouldn't solve anything here; it needed to be done in the way it was intended. The little devil raised her hand to the sigils and willed forth fire from her fingertips. She pressed on one sigil before switching to ice, then shock, water, fire again and finally stone. The sigils reacted to the combination and vanished to allow Koakuma to unlock the wrought-iron locks with a bronze key. She took a deep breath and gripped the handle of the door to pull it back.

The door creaked open and blew back Koakuma's hair with the unchecked energies contained within. Dust and vapors wafted out and swirled about the little devil, but she paid them no mind. It was all show and no substance, but the menacing looking tomes that lined the walls of the darkly-lit chamber weren't. Koakuma stepped into the chamber and made her way down the dark corridors until she found an empty spot for a book. She looked at the books around the space and noticed all of them were relatively tame in comparison to the ones scattered about.

"Here you go, Mr. or Mrs. Spider," Koakuma cooed as she slid the leather-bound book in the empty spot. "You'll be at home here between the obese panda and the starving artist."

Koakuma dusted off her hands and looked up at all the books on the weathered bookcases for a moment before yawning and turning back to the door. She stopped in her tracks when she noticed that she had left the door open, and while that shouldn't have been a problem for Koakuma alone, the sound of soft humming was enough to make her worry. In her haste to return the book the little devil had not given thought to the idea that she could have been followed by a certain troublesome magician. The library had been quiet for far too long, yet the thief's return couldn't have come at a more terrible time.

By following the soft humming and the sounds of books being gone through, Koakuma stepped out into a corridor and found Marisa Kirisame up to no good. Typically an encounter with Marisa would go either way; she would leave with a sack of ill-gotten books or be lucky to escape with only singed clothing for her efforts. This time the ameteur magician wasn't dealing with regular books. It seemed as if the blonde-haired girl was in a sort of trace for she did not react at all to Koakuma's presence. She reached for a strange, dark leather-bound tome and drew her fingers over to unclasp a lock on it.

"Marisa! Get away from there!" Koakuma shouted. She advanced towards the girl and reached for her wrist. "These books are dangerous! Put it back!"

"Eh?" Marisa recoiled from Koakuma's shouting and reeled back. She dodged the devil's grasping movements and tucked the old tome under her arm with a defiant smirk. "A dangerous book? Well, I'll be the judge of that! Catch me if you can, little devil!"

"No! Get back here!"

Marisa took off running like a bandit with her stolen book. She picked up her broomstick and flew out of the chamber into the main library area. Koakuma chased after her as fast as her wings would allow, but with the young girl's broomstick skills, it wouldn't be long before Marisa got out of sight. Koakuma used what little magic she knew to try and incapacitate the thief. Every sticky bubble and freezing haze missed their mark except for one jolt of lightning that struck the end of Marisa's broomstick.

Deprived of control, the young thief crashed to the library floor with her smoldering broomstick underneath her. Despite the impressive and painful sound she made upon landing, Marisa jumped back up in an instant and swatted at the flames eating at the thistles of her broomstick. Her stolen book clattered to the floor at such an angle that the lock upon it jostled and came undone. Marisa eeped in response and dove for the book, but Koakuma had caught up and tackled her to the ground.

"Oi! Get your stinkin' hands off of me!" Marisa shouted as she struggled against the little devil's hold.

"That book doesn't belong to you!" Koakuma screamed. "It could be dangerous!"

"Come on, I'm just borrowing it! Don't be so uptight!"

As the two tussled about on the floor, an eerie dark mist swirled around the unlocked leather tome. Faint whispers emanated from the tome while the air around it became colder. Koakuma and Marisa were oblivious to the tome and continued to toss and turn with neither one of them coming out on top. It wasn't until Marisa rammed her knee in a sensitive area did she get the opportunity to stand once again. She panted and looked down at the writhing devil for a moment before turning to her stolen tome.

The black mist had grown larger and was now the size of a young human. A sinister red glow came from the mist as it towered over Marisa and threatened to swallow her whole. The thief stared up at the mist with wide eyes and backed away to try and get away from it, but the mist advanced towards her like a predator. Koakuma looked up at the exchange and held her breath when she saw the mist began to fall upon Marisa. The thief screamed in terror and threw up her arms to defend herself, but before the mist could swallow her whole, something came from the side and knocked Marisa to the floor near Koakuma.

Koakuma gasped and looked on as she saw none other than Patchouli Knowledge herself swallowed up by the black mist in place of Marisa. The magician screamed in agony and convulsed under the stress of the mist wrapping around her like a boa constrictor. Her violet eyes were clenched shut while her teeth were gritted and her hands were balled into fists. Her entire body shook as the black mist hissed and sank into her frail body. Then, the mist retreated back into the leather-bound tome with alarming speed, leaving only a very shaken magician in its wake.

Patchouli shuddered and whimpered for a few seconds before she collapsed to the floor.

"Mistress! No!" Koakuma leapt to her feet and rushed to the mage. She held her up and checked for a pulse. "No no no no... This can't be... Mistress! Please be alright!"

The frail mage wrinkled her nose and whined.

"Patchouli, please, say something!" Koakuma cried. She continued to fuss over the mage before she noticed her writhing about. "M-Mistress?"

"Oh my goodness," Marisa gasped as she looked on. She stood at a respectable distance from the two and began to check herself for wounds. "Did she... Did she really push me out of the way of that... thing?"

"Will you please do something?" Koakuma snapped as she looked up at Marisa. "Anything! Just help her!"

"Too loud..."

The devil and thief looked down at Patchouli as she squirmed and slowly opened her eyes. Sniveling and coughing, the purple-haired librarian turned on her side and pressed herself tight against Koakuma's body. She shivered as if she had been through a blizzard. The little devil grabbed her mistress and wrapped her arms tight around her for comfort. She checked Patchouli for any wounds, blemishes, or scars only to find nothing out of place. The mage looked a little paler than usual, but that was understandable given the fright and trauma she had just gone through.

"S-so cold... I feel like all the warmth in my body has been stolen from me," Patchouli coughed. She rested her head against Koakuma's shoulder and closed her eyes. "I feel like... like I'm going to vomit."

"Mistress, let me help you up and get you to bed," Koakuma whispered.

Patchouli let out a mewl of pain and displeasure, but she complied with her familiar. She supported herself on her and managed to get back up on her feet. Coughing and shaking, the mage turned to look down at the dark leather-bound tome for a moment before growling. She pointed to the book and watched as Koakuma snatched it up and securely locked it with both its latch and a simple warding spell. Marisa looked on in earnest and opened her mouth to say something when Patchouli cut her off at the pass.

"You... Thief... Did I not tell you how dangerous the library could be? You don't listen to me. You never, never listen to me," Patchouli coughed and sputtered for a few seconds before looking up at Marisa with contempt. "G-get on your broomstick... And get the hell out of my library."

"But Patchy I-"

"Get out!"

Marisa recoiled at the tone and scrambled for her broomstick. She looked apologetic, but Patchouli wasn't in the mood for it. The ordinary witch tipped her wide-brimmed hat over her eyes and frowned in concern for her regular mark before mounting her broomstick and flying out without another word. Koakuma watched the exchange with a furious pout. If her mistress did not recover from this little incident, there would be hell to pay for that troublesome witch.

The feeling of Patchouli falling limp against her made Koakuma snap out of her anger. She looked upon her mistress with the utmost of concern and picked her up bridal style. Whatever that black mist had done to her, the poor mage was down for the count. Koakuma brushed away a few unruly strands of hair from Patchouli's face and checked her again for anything deeply concerning. Could it be that the dark mist had infested her, or did it merely sap her strength? The latter was the lesser of two evils, Koakuma thought.

With a worrisome smile, the succubus turned on her heel and retreated to Patchouli's quarters. She laid the mage down in bed and tucked her into her smotheringly comfortable sheets. Patchouli continued to mew and whine in her unconscious state as she laid under the covers. Koakuma stroked her cheek and sat with her mistress for some time before glaring at the dark leather-bound tome that factored into this whole mess. She was tempted to destroy it outright and be done with it, but her mistress wouldn't like that even if the tome had affected her so.

Koakuma sighed and pecked her mistress's forehead once before going off to lock away the tome. She couldn't help but notice that the tome felt lighter than expected in her hands. There was still an eerie air around the tome, yet it was less concentrated than before. If the dark mist had sapped Patchouli's strength and retreated back where it had come from, the tome would have been even heavier and more frightening to hold. Koakuma could not make any assumptions at the moment, so she settled on locking the tome away in her mistress's desk for the time being.

She looked back to Patchouli's quarters for a moment and decided to give her mistress the rest she deserved.


As night fell upon the land, so did an overwhelming feeling of concern fall upon Koakuma. She had met with and told Sakuya of the incident and was instructed to remain at Patchouli's side with tea and comfort food, but the mage refused to stir. Not even the smell of freshly brewed tea could bring the mage back to consciousness. To keep herself from growing desperate, Koakuma kept herself busy with the rest of the Kourindou book shipment and locked up the possessed chamber of books to the best of her ability. Before too long she could not stand being away from Patchouli.

The succubus rushed into her mistress's quarters and found Patchouli in the same position she had left her in. She hadn't moved an inch in hours, and still she looked as if something was tearing away at her strength. Suddenly the mage groaned and shook before curling up on her side in a fetal position. She shivered, opened her eyes, and looked up at Koakuma with a pained and weary pout. Dark bags could be seen under her eyes, and with her sickly pale skin, she looked like she had narrowly escaped death.

"K-Koakuma..."

"Mistress, don't worry, I'm here for you," Koakuma cooed as she advanced towards the bed. She reached for her mistress's forehead and felt the beginnings of a fever. "You're burning up! I'll get some medicine right away!"

"No... Please, stay with me." Patchouli stopped her shivering and gave a weak smile. "I want you close to me... To put me at ease."

"But you're unwell! I really should-"

"Please," Patchouli cooed as her dull violet eyes sparked with a dash of energy. She opened the covers up to Koakuma and gave an inviting wave of her fingers. "I want you close to me."

Koakuma gulped and clasped her hands together to hide her nervousness. She looked down at Patchouli for a moment before folding her wings and sliding into the bed with her. The bed wasn't very warm despite the mage's fever, and when Koakuma felt her mistress's arms hold her close, she discovered why. Patchouli was still as cold as she was when Koakuma had held her last. Uncomfortable yet unwilling to admit it, the succubus held Patchouli close and endured her cold temperature.

In a few minutes the bed and the occupants within it began to warm up to a comfortable level. Koakuma blinked twice and looked on as Patchouli seemed to be getting better by the minute. The weak smile had turned into a cheerful one, and those once dark violet eyes seemed to glow with health. Even the mage's pale skin seemed to be getting more color as time passed. Koakuma dropped her jaw at the sight before smiling herself. Apparently all Patchouli needed was someone close to her!

"Feeling better?" she asked.

"Mhmm... A little... But I'm touched that you're here with me," Patchouli cooed. She started to rub Koakuma's back in a soft, playful fashion. "What happened?"

"What happened?" Koakuma repeated. She glanced over her shoulder at Patchouli's motions before answering. "I... I thought you knew. That thief Marisa tried to make off with a dangerous tome. Some kind of black mist came out and tried to swallow her up, but you pushed her aside and were swallowed up by it instead! I haven't seen you look so frightened and weak until that moment!"

"Oh? I'm sorry, Koakuma. I don't really remember that," Patchouli mumbled. She lowered her hands from Koakuma's back to a spot right above her hindquarters. "I do, however, remember your warm touch. I'm glad that I have such a dedicated familiar."

"Eh? Mistress, what are you d- Ohh..." Koakuma blushed and mewed as she felt the mage's hands drift lower and become grabby. "P-Patchouli, we really sh-shouldn't be-"

"Shh... Let me make you feel at ease," Patchouli cooed. She continued to knead and smile before her hands reached up to rest upon the succubus's chest. "Nevermind that thief or that tome. Just focus on me."

Koakuma nodded and closed her eyes. She was a bit put off by the sudden change in behavior, but she wasn't willing to stop her mistress now. Patchouli seemed much better now, and if she wanted to get frisky and 'reward' her lover, then so be it. The succubus mewed and blushed more and more as Patchouli became more adventurous. She felt the mage straddle her and bit her lip in anticipation.

"It f-feels good, mistress..." Koakuma squirmed under Patchouli for a moment and expected a response, but nothing came. She furrowed her brow in confusion and whispered, "M-mistress? Why did you stop?"

As if on cue, two ice cold hands wrapped around Koakuma's neck and squeezed with malicious intent. Alarmed, Koakuma's opened her eyes and looked up at the one responsible only to see Patchouli, her beloved, choking her with a cruel smile on her lips. A pair of dark red eyes glowed from the shadows of the mage's face while an eerie black mist wrapped around her frame. Koakuma reached up to grab Patchouli's wrists and pry them off of her, but the mage's hands would not budge. Something terrible was afoot, and it had taken Patchouli as its hostage.

"Patchouli! W-what's gotten... into you?!"

'Patchouli' giggled in a sickeningly sweet manner as the mist around her grew darker. She leaned close to Koakuma's face and cooed.

"Be a good girl and die for me, won't you?" were the last words Koakuma heard before she felt her consciousness slipping...
The Tome of Malus - Chpt.1

A Touhou Project fanfiction. If I wasn't feeling so terrible I'd give this description justice.

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Hello, my name is Mark Barden, or Major Mario, depending on if you find me on Steam or in Team Fortress 2. I write Street Fighter fanfiction and create pictures using Valve's Garry's Mod. If you would like a request, don't be shy to send it to me. I can do just about anything, provided it isn't explicit, extremely complicated, or if it involves photoshop.

My stance on photoshop is this: you use it because you want your art appreciated by everyone, and if you do use it, you weren't satisfied with what your skills gave at first. I don't use photoshop for major or minor edits because I'm happy with what I have. I'm satisfied enough to accept the work as is. Art should be carried out with the artist in mind, not with the masses nagging at your noggin. Create for yourself, then show it off.
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SPC5297 Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Hey, how did you become member of the Juri Han group? I'm not seeing any type of options asking me to join.
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majormario Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I'm not exactly sure since I'm on mobile right now. Try checking at the top options of the main page. You should find something about joining. If that doesn't help, try commenting on the main page.
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SPC5297 Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
I figured it out. I'm a member now. All is well with the world.
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majormario Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
If you're looking for more Juri stuff, I write most of my fanfics about her, so you can find them in my gallery. Also, a good friend of mine by the name of 'Simply-Scarlet' does a lot of work on Juri as well, and she's both a talented artist and writer.
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ImmediateLight Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I saw you watched Claymore before. How was it? Did you like it?
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majormario Featured By Owner Jul 18, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
It's been so long since I've seen it. I couldn't give you a good answer. It was good, I'll give you that.
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ImmediateLight Featured By Owner Jul 18, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Yeah, I agree. I only saw the first 5 episodes I missed since I was stuck on the flashback episodes. They were pretty cool!
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BLISTERMETRAYAL Featured By Owner May 29, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the fav on juri =)
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majormario Featured By Owner May 29, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
No problem, good sir!
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Simply-Scarlet Featured By Owner Apr 27, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
It might not be our friend tk's work, but it's pretty damn adorable!!! www.pixiv.net/member_illust.ph…
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