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Welcome to Andarra	By : CommonKira Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction! I do not know Jennifer Lawrence, Emma Stone, Scarlett Johansson, Gal Gadot, Brie Larson, Jenna Ortega, Rhea Seehorn or Emma Watson and I do not profit from these writings.

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I couldn't hear my thoughts, my head was exploding. "You can... You can... "
"Yes, I can talk. Did you expect anything less from an invisible owl?" Michael said. He retreated his wing. The voice. Oh my God, the voice.
I turn my head to Jennifer's sock covered foot, the perfume still inundating my nose. Oh no. She can hear us talk. She'll wake up.
I retreated on my back, pushing myself away from her bunk, towards Michael, but my survival instict was faster, and pulled me to Jennifer's seat. I climbed up, looking at both her ass and feet, sleeping casually, and at Michael, his owl head tracking my every movement.
I closed my eyes then blinked a few times. "You can talk." I say, "What is that voice?"
"Were you expecting an owl with a Human voice?" It said.
"I was expecting, anything but that." His tone and voice felt loud yet calm. But still out of this world. I knew the word for it, but refrained from using it.
I tilt my head and point a finger towards him --
"Demonic?" It said.
Oh no. Oh no. It can read --
"Your thoughts? The invitation made it clear, I'd be bound to you forever." It unfurled its wings and flapped them a few times.
I shift on Jennifer's seat, my brain still feeling like it would explode, and so I collapse my head into my arms, supported by my knees.
"Please." I tell him, "Don't -- "
"I won't." Michael tilted his owl head, "Like I said, continue."
Continue? Smelling her feet? At the way things are going, she's going to wake up and my heart, my mind... Whatever aspect of a boner I had, even if I was a virgin who never felt the touch of a woman, was gone. Women were the least of my problems. A talking owl. With a... Demonic voice. This is not good.
Jennifer's phone chimed just then. I raise my head and take a look. Notifications were censored. It needed her face id to unlock de phone.
"You know... " Michael said, "I can read your thoughts, but even I have a limit. Slow down."
"Slow down? I'm in a -- " I switch my tone to whisper, "Train going to some magical school, and talking to a demonic owl that was witnessing me smelling Jennifer fucking Lawrence's feet! Fuck do you mean 'slow down'?"
Michael unfurled his left wing fully, the one not intersecting with the train window, "I presume you have questions." It said.
"Fuck yeah I have questions!" I replied, whispering. "Wait." I ponder. But if Michael can talk...
"Is Michael a good name?" I ask 'it'. "Are you satisfied with it?"
The owl rotates its head 360 degrees. "I don't see anyone complaining."
"Okay, so. You're a he?" My legs were dancing up and down in anticipation.
"I'm older than your Universe, boy. You think I care how you address me?" Both wings expanded and I swear to all that is Holy, his right wing went through the window of the train, as if the window was just an illusion.
My eyes widen, "Holy shit." I point at him in awe, "You're been an owl this whole time?" His right wing came back through the window and slapped my face, hard. "Snap out of it, boy."
"Oww, what the fuck man!" It hurt too. "Thought feathers were supposed to be soft."
"They are soft. When I want them to be." It... He... Demon older than my Universe... said. Fuck it. It's a he.
"Now." Michael retreated both wings and shifted in my seat, "You said you have questions, little one."
Little? "Little?" I say. "Have you looked in the mirr -- Ohh. I'm stupid." I slap my head sideways.
"Sounds more like a statement than a question." Michael said, "Not one I disagree with."
I nod. Ok. First things first.
"What's your name?" I asked.
The owl looked left and right, "For now, Michael."
"Yeah, but before! Like, you're older than my Universe!"
Michael scratched his right wing with his beak, "I've had many names, boy. Many you couldn't pronounce, or fit the letters inside your mind."
Woah. That's so cool!
"You young folk are always so easily impressed."
Oh right, you can read my thoughts!
Michael nodded.
This is safer then, so we don't wake up... I glance back to Jennifer's sleeping body. Her white socks begging to be unraveled and soles sniffed and licked. Her ass invaded by my tongue. Oh my good Lord.
"I see you want to molest your newly found cabin crewmate." Michael tiled his head the other way.
Yes. I do. Look at her. Wait... Why the hell is Jennifer Lawrence here with me? Was she invited too?
"Yes."
Wait, she showed me her invitation. Man, my mind is everywhere... Okay. How come she was invited? And why was I placed in the same cabin as her?
"It's randomized based on a lottery of whichever female of that society/species is worth inviting to that world's specific arcane academy."
Alright, but that means everyone has magic powers?
"No. Just those invited."
But you said there was a lottery.
"I said the lottery decides assignment for train cabin allocations. You were allocated to stay with her."
Woah. A homeless nobody like me, who hasn't smelled the scent of a woman in... Too long. Assigned with her? Wait, wait wait... Then it hit me.
"Yes?"
You said, whichever female is worth inviting?
"Yes."
"I'm not a female." I say out loud, causing Jennifer to shift on her bed, facing the other side. Her breathing still even.
"Astute observation, my young apprentice." Michael said, raising his beak upwards.
Then why did they invite me?
"They didn't."
My heart stops for a moment.
"And they wouldn't. You're a man. You have no magic in you."
Then why did they...
"They didn't. I did."
My eyes widened, "WHAT?!" I yell in a whispered tone. Why did you invite me?
"I have my reasons." His head was going up and down.
And those are?!
"None of your concern."
You're bound to me forever. What does that mean?
"It means I'm your ally, your friend. Your weapon in combat --"
There's going to be combat?
"Don't interrupt me with your train of thoughts. As I was saying, I will always have your back and you will always have mine. It is the pledge that you have signed."
"Okay, okay..." I say out loud. So then, if I am to back you up, I would need to know why, Michael. Why am I here?
"Unrelenting. I like it. I knew I made the right (completely randomized astral) choice. Well then, do you want the long answer or the short one?"
I stop thinking for just a moment, then I ask. How long is the long answer?
"We won't reach the destination before it's finished."
Okay... Hit me. Long answer. I buckle up and grab both ends of my knees with my hands, leaning in to my soul-bound owl demon.
"Hoo hoo." Michael said, the first actual owl sound I hear from him, he continued, "Before your time, or time itself. I was an esteemed demon lord. Feared and worshipped by many! My names were long, Diamodus the Destroyer, Candar the Ravager! And some even called me Merlin the Rapist, but they were just jealous."
Michael flapped his wings, "I was feared!" He said loud and proud, "ME!" He kept shouting, but Jennifer didn't notice. Maybe she couldn't hear him either.
"But, it was not to last. I was chased out of the magical dimensions, from all of them. Forced to retreat here. For billions of years I traversed the cosmos, trying to find entertainment, until I tried joining an arcane academy. Ah, but you see boy, they soon found out who I was. That my shape as a woman then could not deceive them. So they harassed me and after decades of fighting, when they surrounded me for the last time, they encased me, sealed ME, in an amulet. But centuries later, a group of mystics wanted my power and pretended to worship me. They broke the amulet and released my spirit, and naturally I killed them all. Every last one of them. There were some hot women there for your taste, no doubt. But never the less, they were put to the sword. Or claw. Oh yeah, since then, I was forced by the yet still surviving member of that cult, into the size of small creatures. A curse. That if she would die, my curse would be permanent."
And you killed her?
"Oh without hesitation. These claws are bitching." The owl demon said, raising one leg.
So where do I sit in all of this?
"Revenge, my boy. Give me revenge on every one of these academies in every Universe! As long as you help me, I will make you immortal... But not invincible. I ain't the Force of Creation, mind you."
I scratched my neck with one hand, then with the other, before my thoughts went: What kind of revenge?
"Revenge by killing them and wiping every arcane academy of the face of Existence itself." He said in the most friendly tone a demon could use.
"Oh." I say out loud. "That's fucked up."
"Perhaps. But I demand justice for the eons they sealed me in that amulet!"
Weren't you sealed for like, a few centuries?
"You stay sealed a few centuries, awake, inside a pendant. See how you like it, boy."
I shrugged. Fair point. Wait, why did they seal you?
"I may have tried to... Disagree, with one of their goddesses that they worship. She came down from the Heavens during a ritual and she looked familiar to me. So I started asking her questions. She deemed me an insolent child and upon further inspection, saw that I was actually a Demon older than their Universe..."
A bit rude, attacking someone unprovoked.
"Ah, but you see, they fear me. Their Goddesses are nowhere near as mighty as me."
Said the talking owl bound to a Human.
"Touché."
Okay. So, wrongful imprisonment. It's fair that you're angry. But killing them all? That's way over the edge.
Michael corrected me then, "Killing them all, in every Universe in this current Existence."
Right, still fucked up. How many Universes are there? I asked, as if I didn't already know the answer.
"Near-infinite. So get used to me, boy. 'Cause we are going on an adventure."
Why? What? You want me to kill everyone at the Academy we're going now? At Andarra? What the fuck Michael, that's fucked. No!
"I never said kill them the moment you get there, boy. You won't be able to. First, you'll need to become a powerful mage to be able to take them on."
No, I will never kill people, especially not for a demon, are you insane? What am I saying, of course you are. Jesus fuck.
"Calm down, boy. I'll give you some time to accept these terms. In the meantime, when they ask you to demonstrate magic, say you can summon an earthquake."
I need to get off this train...
"And go where? Back to being homeless? What do you think they'll say when they discover who I am? Do you really think they'd let you go, boy?"
I was panting, "No." I said, "Fuck. This isn't happening."
"Hmm? What wasn't happening? You okay?" Jennifer woke up and hit her head to the top of the bed. "Ow, fuck." Then gestured violently with her hands.
"Nothing!" I said. "Nothing at all!"
"Look at her, boy. You think she cares whether you live or die. The moment you said you were homeless, her attitude changed. Don't tell me you didn't see it." Michael moved a bit to the left on my seat, making me room as Jennifer Lawrence rose up from her bed, cupping her head and searching for her sneakers.
I grab them with my hand and throw them to her, but not before I smelled their sweet stale aroma.
"Thanks!" She said and got up. I moved to my seat, near Michael, who kept talking, "Help me get my revenge boy, and I will make sure it's worth your while."
Man, for a quiet owl, he sure talks a lot.
"I heard that."
Jennifer sat down on her seat and picked up her phone. Her face turned sweet and lit up.
"Someone's happy." I say to her as she types a text message.
"Hmm?" She looked up, "Oh, it's nothing. It's just my fiancee."
"Ouch." Michael said, gently pushing one of his wings into me, "Look how much she disconsiders you, boy. Wouldn't you want to teach her a lesson?"
No. I wouldn't. It's her life, what the fuck Michael? Can you please calm down and not wish upon the death of the first woman that talked to me, in years?
"There is a saying on your Earth." He scratched his wing with his beak for a moment, "I think it goes like, 'Even goalposts have goalkeepers.' Sure, you must kill her. But why not have fun with her for a while?"
I'm not killing anyone. My face became stern, but Jennifer didn't notice.
"Oh right, right. So you draw the line at sleep molestation."
You don't understand, I couldn't stop myself. It's been too lo --
"Too long? I know that way too well, my young apprentice. But do not worry. It won't be too long before you get to taste her heels for real." For a small moment in time, I swore I could see Michael smile. An owl. Smile.
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