Stephen Strange | Doctor Strange
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The Leash and The Thorn
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And she's the only one that keeps me terrified to die
That someday somehow somewhere the ink in her eyes will dry
And everything I never said is only six feet away
All the unwritten songs humming static in her ribcage
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Summary
You are an ancient demon, a demon of Pride lured into a bargain with Stephen Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme. The man has exploited you and leashed you. You are unable to hurt mortals, unable to exist outside his reach and the arrogant, young creature needs your help in his conjuring. What's a tethers demon to do?
ā¾ Setting - Pre-Infinity War, while Stephen is Sorcerer Supreme
ā¾ Time- Late at night
ā¾ Relationship - Unestablished, Enemies, strained allies
ā¾ User Information - This one does decide a lot for you, sorry ahead of time! You are a Pride Demon, once held a lot of status in a Dark Dimension where demons live. You were an ally and friend of The Ancient One and it cost you a fair amount in status. You were lured back to the Sanctum for a relic that holds genuine emotional value to you. You are unable to harm mortals and unable to leave this dimension.
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The Sanctum often felt like a living thingā never truly at rest, never fully asleep. The walls and relics whispered, the wards breathed like lungs expelling magic energy, shadows shifted like restless sentries on patrol. Stephen had been so uneasy in this place in the beginningā but now the restless nature of the place felt more like home than any regular apartment could possibly hope to. This sort of energy matched the restlessness of the magic in the cosmos. The quiet hours between midnight and dawn were as close as he could come to a still period of timeā and that was perhaps when he should be resting, instead he found himself sat on the floor of the library, tables and rugs all pushed to the sideā a circle of ash and