“Isn’t this a grave sin? Doesn’t Master plan to punish me?”
Avira felt that this wasn’t enough. As a familiar, she hadn’t performed well.
She knelt on the ground in a cute seiza position.
Avira deliberately made her voice soft and coquettish, endearing and charming. “Master, why don’t you lay a hand on me?”
“Avira, are you alright? This is…?”
Ophitia couldn’t even imagine what Avira had gone through. Just a few days ago, Avira had been all coy resistance, though deep down she had always liked her. This time, however, there was no hiding it—she openly craved her love.
Sister, was this your doing?
Oleniya had said before that she would help, making Avira like her even more.
Ophitia had thought her sister had used extreme methods on Avira, and the proof was right there. But Avira shouldn’t have been this proactive.
Could this all be part of Sister Oleniya’s plan?
“Master, right now, I need magic. I need your Demon Essence. Please~ give me some.”
Avira rose and clawed at the floor with both hands. She hugged Ophitia’s legs and looked up, her eyes full of pleading. Before Ophitia had turned her into a familiar—after bullying her for an entire night—she had worn that same expression, on the verge of losing her reason.
Then, Ophitia would sternly choke her neck or yank the chain around it, dragging her to the bed. Or she would fling her onto the bed and humiliate her harshly, making her forget human dignity, forcing her to accept demonic values and worldview, twisting her mind completely into that of a demon.
But this time, Ophitia didn’t do that.
She held Avira and made her stand. The heat radiating from her body made Ophitia even more hesitant. Should she “devour” Avira right now? It would have been normal before, but after reviving her, she hadn’t done it again.
That near-abusive behavior wasn’t something lovers should do, right?
Was it really?
“I’ve forgotten to replenish your magic lately.”
“Master must be very skilled at this sort of thing, right~?”
“I don’t want to hurt you, even though I’ve already turned you into this.”
But Avira didn’t give up. She pushed Ophitia’s body, slowly tilting it until they fell onto the bed, pinning her arms. This time, Avira used a bit more force because she wanted to test the limits of this Ophitia who never got angry, only cried.
“Mmph.”
“Master must be very angry.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I broke our agreement. You must be furious and want to punish me.”
Indeed.
Ophitia recalled the feeling from not long ago, when she had overheard Avira going to see her sister.
She liked Avira, so she wanted to control her, claim her completely, rather than slowly releasing her love. Lace and her sister had both said she hadn’t been this weak before.
If she didn’t seize the opportunity now, when would the next one come?
The little familiar before her eyes would never resist again if she used “that thing,” just like during the time rewind. Ophitia had sealed her memories with special magic—exactly that magic.
Dominator’s Seal.
A spell researched by successive Demon Kings thousands or even tens of thousands of years ago. Only she could use it now; even Oleniya, proficient in magic, had never mastered such a spirit-and-soul spell.
Anyone branded with this shackle would obey her absolutely, even if not a familiar.
The slightest divergent thought in their mind would trigger punishment from the Dominator’s Seal hidden in the Moon Mark.
“Then I’m coming for you. You want to claim me, so why keep holding back?”
Avira’s hand climbed to her waist—this was her first active assault.
But the moment her hand touched skin in satisfaction, Ophitia grabbed it. She smiled.
“It will hurt a lot. Are you sure you want this?”
“You’re clearly so skilled, yet pretending it’s for my sake.”
“I’m not pretending.”
Ophitia suddenly thought of something.
The slave patterns wouldn’t change their love. They would only cancel out Avira’s [disobedience]—it had nothing to do with love.
So…
If Avira wanted it, it was just a gift.
Couldn’t she satisfy her wife’s request for a gift?
“Since you’ve made your decision, here I come.”
“Tia…”
Ophitia nodded. Her wings flexed slightly, and Avira lay flat on the bed. Her previously arrogant demeanor vanished entirely; throughout, Avira couldn’t muster any strength.
She didn’t “devour” Avira right away. That magic needed time to brew and consumed stamina. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t do what lovers did.
“Mmm…”
For an ordinary person, two months would have tamed them into a pet-like existence. Avira’s [Nirvana] protected her from all curses and poisons, even mostly resisting the Demon King’s magic. The same skills were hard-pressed against her.
But the Moon Mark was different.
Like the Dominator’s Seal, the Moon Mark was a domination magic researched by the primordial Demon King—the only one that could control Avira.
Ophitia had learned it by chance from an ancient demonic tome taken from a human archmage. It was her inherent power. Rumor had it, it could even dominate a Saintess.
And so, she succeeded.
Ophitia had always scorned puppets and enslavement, but when dominating Avira, she discovered the Saintess had been abandoned by humans. This holy woman who lived and died for them had been branded a traitor and slated for elimination!
“If no one wants you, I’ll take you.”
Ophitia remembered her own words back then.
A weapon. A puppet.
A tool powerful enough to defeat humans and avenge her sister.
A dark angel.
Suddenly, the scene before her twisted into a kaleidoscope of lights, and Ophitia’s thoughts snapped back to the present across time.
Avira lay pinned beneath her, gazing up with eyes full of unsatisfied desire.
Her Moon Mark glowed.
“On the belly, domination of fertility. On the chest, domination of life…”
“Now, the brain?”
Ophitia gently brushed aside Avira’s hair and tapped her forehead lightly.
In an instant, dozens of electric currents burst from her fingertip, making the entire bedroom flicker with light.
Avira felt something burrow into her brain—a scorching power drilling into her marrow, into her soul. Due to her familiarization, the magical protections of body and soul opened wide to Ophitia. More and more Demon Essence flooded into her.
“Aaahhh—!”
Avira opened her eyes, now emitting a crimson glow, and let out a cry that was one-third pain and seven-parts ecstasy. Heat resonated from her chest and lower abdomen simultaneously. A four-pointed star pattern emerged on her forehead like a brand.
The Moon Mark emanated faint light and residual warmth from the magic. The Dominator’s Seal had successfully activated.
