Myrilla
"It's ti."
Once the ink was ready, Myrilla didn’t wait for a second longer. She and Felicia made her way back to her room, where the succubus was tied up. Since last night, she had been guarded by Kiri and Aria. With Hugo’s precise order not to let her free, there was no fear that they could be chard or fooled by the lust creature. Not to ntion that a succubus's charm only worked if the opponent had an attraction to the female gender. And both of them certainly did not show any behavior to that effect. They might even be asexual, as most feys were.
Standing in front of the succubus, Myrilla entered the tip of her index finger into the ink vial, dying it pitch-black. All the while Felicia watched with unabated attention. To the alchemist, there was no question that she did it right. Still, she had to make sure everything worked as intended.
Myrilla then approached the tied-up succubus, who naturally, wasn't all too pleased with this developnt.
"A-a slave tattoo? Are you serious?! No! You-you can't do this to ! I'm Anya Naturia, the daughter of Rina Naturia, the eight wife of—"
"We know who you are." Felicia narrowed her eyes. "It doesn't matter. For Milord is stronger than your dear father." She ended with a smirk.
The succubus couldn't deny her words, knowing that they were indeed working with the legendary Hugo Greenwood. To slaughter an entire army by himself—it was a feat worthy of the Demon Lord title.
"Kiri. Aria. Hold her in place." Myrilla ordered.
"Yes, Miss Myrilla!"
"Of course, Miss Myrilla."
The two feys responded with haste, grabbing the succubus from each side, forcing her to sit down on her chair.
“You—you’ll regret this! I swear you would!”
Myrilla did not respond. She simply pressed her hand—the other hand that wasn’t dyed in ink–onto her head.
Putting her to sleep in an instant.
It would be easier to work on her while she was unconscious after all.
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Hugo
When I returned to the inn with the rags, Myrilla and Felicia had already finished engraving the tattoo on the succubus. She was still tied up on her chair though. Crying. The usual stuff.
Oh, and just like Myrilla suggested, her hair was now dyed pitch black—sa color with her wings and tails. And yes, she had beaten up her face as well, causing quite the considerable swelling that obfuscated her cuteness.
“Try commanding her,” Myrilla spoke. “I’ve made it so you are the master.”
“Wait, why ?”
“Because you are the person most fitting for the role. You’re already acting like a villain in the tournant. And now, you’re carrying around with you a slave girl that you routinely beat up. This city doesn’t have a rule against it, by the way, so the guards shouldn’t arrest you for it.”
That ans you’re making
into a girl-beater!
Felicia giggled. “That’s good, Milord. That ans you will have less flies following you around.”
By that, she obviously ant girls.
Heh, if Sherry was here, she’d definitely agree.
Haah, how did I end up with two jealous, controlling girlfriends? One that can snap my neck with her bare hand and another that can poison
casually!
"Fine. I'll do it. I'll be her master."
I walked up to the succubus, my eyes locked at her pathetic face. Her tears were still coming out though instead of loud crying, she was quietly sobbing instead.
"From now on, you are no longer Anya Naturia, the daughter of the eight wife of the Demon Lord of Wisdom. You are Kara, a succubus slave I purchased in the markets a few days ago. And you had been very naughty, defying my orders again and again. And such, you have been punished, and you completely deserve it.”
She didn’t reply. She rely nodded her head.
“Good. Kiri. Aria. Release her binds.”
When my two familiars finished, the succubus gingerly stood up.
“Now, kneel.”
She quickly did as I told her to.
“Now, I want you to gouge out your left eye.”
She flinched—an expression of horror drawn on her face.
“Take it out. With your bare hands.”
Her entire body shook. The tattoos drawn to her left arm pulsated.
“N-no, p-please, M-Mas—ahhhhh!”
The curse activated. She wriggled and writhed on the floor—every second in agonizing pain.
“If you wish for the pain to stop, then do as I say.”
She gritted her teeth, looking at
with clear, unyielding hatred as her right hand slowly moved upwards towards her left eye.
“No wonder… they call you… the Human Demon Lord… You’re as evil… as the worst of them…”
Right when her fingers hovered above her pupil… “That’s enough. You can stop now.”
She stopped, looking at
with disbelief before falling to the ground, panting from exhaustnt.
The test was complete. The tattoo worked as intended.
I summoned the slave rags back from my Dinsional Storage before throwing them on top of her face.
“Wear those. And take off your panties. Slaves like you don’t wear them.”
How did I know that, you might ask? Easy. I saw a number of slaves wearing the sa garnt on the market. And they didn’t wear any panties under them.
Yes, I checked it with my wind spell. Gotta get the details right, you know.
I looked away when she took off her clothes. Didn't want to get scolded after all.
"She's ready." Myrilla declared a few minutes later. "We can depart now."
And so we did. I told Kiri and Aria to return, paid the innkeeper, who didn’t even bat an eye at our extra "companion
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