I wake up in total darkness. Not a hint of light or a familiar shape. I blink... still nothing. "What the fuck, have I gone blind?" My voice is a low whisper.
Amay's voice cuts through the void: "Nope, we just slept through the day." Her calm and casual tone a stark contrast to the concern that is now recieting like a wave that had broken over the shoreline.
I let out a deep disturbed sigh: "Well shit, this won't do. Do you have any skills to make a light or a way for us to see?"
"Nope, I am a Sword Dancer and I doubt cutting is going to help anything."
*Sigh* "Well give me a minute or two"
"Would you like me to help you sit up master?" She asks as the wing that is under me becomes rigid pushing me upwards.
"Thank you gorgeous!"
I close my eyes and focus on the mana flow around me and inside of me. Light can be created by heating something to an extreme. So if I just focus and ball the mana onto my hand I can compress it and create a pseudo light. Mana starts flowing onto my hand and I form it into a ball, pressing it down into the smallest ball it can go while pulling in more mana.
The ball suddenly ignites in a flame that burns with a black center and white rim, lighting the room slightly.
The all too familiar sound of the system goes off. Soul Flame: The caster can throw a ball of fire that burns the targets' very existence. Death is instant but suffering is eternal. The keeper of brimstone and fire disapproves of torturing corrupted souls using this flame and has killed all who have wielded it.
Thank fuck my face is shrouded in darkness right now, I am scaring myself with the grin that has invaded my face.
Okay almost there, compress it more.
The flame in my hand becomes hotter and whiter as I pour more mana into it compressing it down more and suddenly the entire cave comes into focus as the fire is now a pure white ball.
White dwarf fragment: The caster can create a fragment of a white dwarf, the heat given off from this fragment will turn anything and everything the caster wishes into atoms.
User, you are scary, please use this skill wisely.
I look over at Amaya, the once frail and lost girl now stood proudly, her straight and luxurious jet black hair with soft raspberry highlight draped over her shoulders, while her innocent rose red eyes stared and me curiously, her once completely obsidian black wings now ended with lust red patterns crawling upon her feathers, she is adorned in a soft textured leather like dress that clings to her firm and feminine curves, the dress a complete dark black with small crimson red patterns dancing across it, while it has an open hole in the centre showcasing her stomach it firmly supports her ample breasts meeting between them while being held together with a red jewel, the dress flows down each thigh only covering their exterior while leaving the interior completely exposed and only covering her delicous vagina with the parts that meet at het womb with another beautiful crystal joining the leathery fabric together, her arm are covered by gloves that start in the middle of her upper arm, she is wearing tiny boots that creep halfway up her gorgeously athletic calves.
This is clearly a DXD ripoff! I've read the manga! What's next, a voluptuous demon?
I have to pick my jaw up off the ground from the gorgeous sight in front of me: "Hoho! I might just have to devour you again." My voice is low and husky, this girl has my head turning.
A sweet smile creeps onto her face and her cheeks turn a light pink as she walks closer and kneels in front of me lowering her head: "Please allow me to service you this time, master." Her voice is softer and gentler than before: "This soul that you've blessed with the name Amaya now only exists to meet your every desire, so please use me as you see fit?" Her eyes are filled with anticipation as they eagerly meet mine.
I clutch my leaking pussy. You've made a fountain out of a trickling stream. "I wish to leave this place first, after that, you'll have a lot more sleepless nights." I allow the white dwarf fragment to float over our heads lighting our way as my instincts pull call deeper into the cave.
Amaya's expression changes rapidly as she sees the direction I am heading in: "Master, many have ventured but none have returned. I will not stop you, however with the soul link now firmly making me immortal might I suggest that I take the lead?"
I look over into the darkness ahead and then back at Amaya, before realization hits: "Soul link? Immortal? Explanation?... Please?"
Amaya's sweet smile dances on her lips as she rises to her feet: "A soul link formed between the two of us when you bestowed my name upon me, and seeing as how I am nothing more than a soul you can use this link to summon me given you have enough mana, my existence is now completely linked to yours and I am a being created from pure mana. Making me somewhat immortal. This form can be destroyed—but so long as you have mana, I'll always return."
My eyes widen and horror locks my spine rigid: "That... uhm... well..." I pause to think of the correct way to phrase my thoughts and feelings: "It honestly sounds more like a curse than a blessing. I can not imagine anything worse than being able to die without dying, can you picture the despicable crap people would have you do or do to you?" My eyes stay pinned to hers as if I were trying to coney the images in my head to her.
Amaya is overwhelmingly calm as her gentle tone eases my worries: "Master please do not threat, I will only be able to remember that I died not how I died, the pain and suffering before my death will not be able to haunt me, and as this form is created from mana and nothing more there will not be any pain either."
What type of ReZero shit is this? This is subject to mental torture. Can you imagine how unbearable it would be to get slaughtered on loop?
My expression neutrals out as pleading words fill my heart: "Amaya, I beg you stay alive for both our sanity okay darling?"
Amaya's smiles from ear to ear as she walks past me: "It's adorable how you worry about me, but please think of me as nothing more than a tool to get the job done." Her confidence is eminent in her tone.
We walk a good few minutes down the abyss as the cave winds curves, untill we eventually reach a large clearing where I let the white dwarf float further upwards to illuminate the surroundings.
Infornt of us two creature are hunched over a few corpses that are strewn about. Amaya immediately pulls out her sword.
The male like creature notices us and rises up. Standing on two legs he resembles a human perfectly, chisled abs and sculpted muscles, with bat like wings and an appendage that would put most to shame.
His black eyes are locked onto Amaya.
He slowly walks towards us, picking up his pace with every step until he is running full speed, he drops onto all fours—the human resemblense gone, just pure beast—and lunges like a gorilla defending it's territory.
Amaya dances around him like a ballerina and dodges his initial claw attack, he skids and jumps right back at her, to wich she happily greets him with the sole of her boot.
Stepping on his face she launches off into a backflip and he happily capitalizes on the fact that she cannot dodge midair by wrapping his tail around her neck.
She is brought down, head first, in an instant. To which the creature jumps onto her and happily sinks his teeth into her neck.
I am left standing on the sidelines as I watch this piece of shit tearing at her beautifully delicate porcelain skin. Theeth ripping at arteries, nails clawing at, and tearing her skin, but No blood sprays, no glistening wounds—just silence as he tears into her like she's made of smoke and sin
Once her muscle stopped twitching and he was satisfied with the ammount of damage he had done he pans up slowly, locking eyes with me, who is just staring at him like a deer in headlights.
He leans back and launches forward, rushing foward like a steam roller.
Oh, fuck you.
A vain erupts on my forehead, beating at the same pace as my angered heart.
Daemon Binds.
As he plants his knuckles on the ground, two vines shoot out and grapple around his wrists, fliping him forward due to his own momentum. Before his back could hit the floor another two vines wrap around his ankles, suspending him in the air.
Thiner, with a higher tensile strength. Daemon Binds!
A storm of needle-vines erupts—each no thicker than a hair, yet sharp as damned fate, impailing the creature from head to toe, it lets out pained schreeches as the vines slowly drive themselves through it's body. It put up a futile struggle trying to shake itself free from the vines, but ultimately just makes his own pain worse.
Nobody fucks with my toys. Piece of shit.
I clench my jaw and pull him apart, as if he were being drawn and quatered, tearing his limbs from his body and putting an end to his incessant wailing.
The other creature is still hunched on all fours slopping away at a corpse like a swine.
Shadow movement.
I immediately merge with the shadows popping out underneath it, while bringing my knee up to meet its lower ribs. The creature is pushed into the air and as it tries to flip itself into a graceful landing I spin and greet its jaw with my stiletto heel.
It falls onto its back with a loud thud and fills the cave with a pained schreech.
As soon as my feet touch the ground I cast daemon binds, lifting the creature to it knees while locking its head and hands, as if it was being humiliated with a pillory.
Whimpering cries can be heard as I approach the creature.
"Wait! Wait! Please, give me a chance to explain!" A female voice cut through my blood drunk frenzy as it echoed off the cave wall.
The creature infront of me has the intelligence to plead for her life. "Make it a good one or you'll end up worse than your friend."
The creatures bark brown eyes meet mine through her shit green colored hair. "He was nothing more than a means for survival. I'd track and he'd kill. I pose no threat to you honestly and I might even be able to help you." Her voice cracks as she pleads for her life.
I arch an eyebrow: "Oh, is that so? And how do you believe you can 'help' me?" I walk closer and take a knee infront of her, tuking a loft of hair behind her ear: "Please do elaborate on what you think you can do for me."
Tears streak down her cheeks: "I can guide you to the Soul Mother, isn't that why you have entered this cave?"
I'm actually just lost and killing time while following my instincs but fuck it sure...
My lips curl into a mischievous grin as I grasp her cheeks between my fingers: "And what makes you think that I require a guide?"
Fear creeps into her throat holding her words hostage as her brain tries to negotiate: "Be... be... because the cave... the cave is... is like... like a maze." Her eyes are wide looking for any signs on my face that I might allow her to live: "I... I promise I can make myself useful." Tears streaming down her face.
Huh... I now get why this turns Asuka on.
I get up and take a step back: "Let's get a third opinion about that why dont we?"
With a single thought I open the soul link. Glowing particles circle around me before constructing the visage of a beautiful female figure, Amaya starts appearing. She is kneeling with her head hung low.
"I deeply apologize for my misjudged actions earlier master." Her words drip with sorrow and regret.
I wave her off: "Yeah, yeah, mistakes and lessons, action and consequence, anyhow, do you think this thing can be useful to us?" I casually point at the decrepit mess infront of me.
Amaya rises and looks at the creature: "Hmmm, she looks too weak and fragile to be a warrior, is she perhaps a mage?" Amaya rubs her chin as she walks around the creature, observing her closely.
As Amaya stops infornt of her she stammers trying to plea her case: "M... mm... my blood is of... hell... hellfire and forest, which gives me great control over plants based magic and illusions."
Amaya curiously tilts her head: "Plants and illusions, mmhmm, useless indeed." Amaya turns her back to the creature and steps behind me: "Killing her isn't even worth it she posses no threat to anything."
The girl lowers her head and powelessly pleads: "Please, please, don't kill me?"
I let out a deep sigh as I step foward and grab her hair, pulling her head back to look her in the eye: "One chance that's all you get, you got it?"
Her whaling stops and she tries to nod at me.
Fuck it might as well keep her around.
I stand up: "You probably don't have a name either now do you?"
She shakes her head.
Welp it's still a demon although not exactly the DXD I was hoping for I'll still name her after my favorite one.
I place my hand on her head: "Akeno, does that seem fine..." Before she could even respond a black tide floods my skull—I can't breathe—can't move— and I drop to my knees, the white dwarf fragment fades and soon everything goes dark.
Welp shit...
I feel the cold cavern floor on my face.