Judar Scenarios and One Shots

I'm Sorry

Summary:

anonymous asked:

Do u mind angst? Can you do a scenario of Judar's s/o being tortured in front of him, begging him to help, and him being unable to do anything about it? Maybe he's stuck in an anti-magic barrier kind of thing, like in the arc where he and Hakuryuu attacked the palace.

Rating - 'Teen' for cursing and mild violence

"Get off of them, you fuckers!" Judar struggled against the bonds he had around his feet and wrists, pushing one of his captors off of him. Within a moment, he was pushed to the ground, feeling the blunt force of a kick to his side before the heel of a boot was pressed into his temple. He coughed and wheezed from the burning in his lungs, barely able to hear their screams over the pounding in his head.

The more he struggled, the harder the boot pressed into his skull until he could no longer move. Every inch of his body was screaming in pain, but he knew he had to do something. He couldn't continue to let this happen. He was one of the most powerful people in the world, and yet a stupid trick left him and his loved one completely defenseless.

His lover... how could he let this happen to them? He was nothing but a worthless piece of shit, no better than the people that held them captive. He had done everything he could to try and escape, to try and help them. But all his attempts were thwarted by measly rope. Judar, a mighty Magi, stopped by rope, something completely unheard of in this era.

His attention was pulled from the pounding in his head by the sound of his name, being called by the voice of his lover. But it was not the sweet sound he had grown so fond of. It was his name, mixed together with pained, desperate screams. He tried to tilt his head forward to see, but the pain of the boot still pressing into his skull prevented him from moving.

The screams only continued, behind them Judar could hear sounds of cracking and loud thumps, clothes tearing and laughter from the men that held down his lover. Judar's mind raced with thoughts of what could be happening to them. Them more he thought, the more rage grew inside of him.

How dare they touch his lover. How dare these pieces of garbage even dare to lay their eyes on them. He would kill them, put them through even more pain than they could ever imagine. They would beg and cry for his mercy, but he would show them none.

But in reality, he knew this was all fantasy. As he listened to his lover beg for his help, his rage wilted into despair. His vision began to blur as tears welled up in his eyes, his chest beginning to tighten and his stomach churn with nausea. He felt worthless, and he couldn't save them.

"Judar, please, help me!"

As the sound rang in his ears, all he could do was bury his head into the hard wood of the filthy floor beneath him.

"I can't..."

I'm sorry.