Gasper's POV
The battle was over. The four Fallen Angels lay at my feet, their broken wings and battered bodies a testament to the struggle we had just endured.
Kalawarner, Mittelt, Raynare, and Dohnaseek—once so full of arrogance and pride, now reduced to nothing more than empty shells of their former selves.
I had done it. I had brought them to their knees.
Master of Strings, my ability to manipulate(increase/decrese )the emotions of others, was something I had only begun to understand it's true potential.
I could twist their thoughts and desires, enhancing their emotions of fear, doubt, and helplessness, all without them ever realizing what was happening.
The second ability was even more dangerous. Enslavement. If my target agreed to be my slave, they would follow my every command, no questions asked.
And it wasn't just about obedience—it was about their will being entirely subjugated to mine.
I had used both abilities together tonight, and now, the result was clear. These four Fallen Angels, the so-called 'elite,' would no longer be a threat. They were my slaves now.
I stared down at them, my heart pounding not from exertion, but from the thrill of power—real, raw power. Confidence surged through me.
I wasn't the weakling they had thought I was. I wasn't the frightened boy who could barely hold his own in a fight. I was Gasper—the true eminence in the shadow.
Shid kagenou ain't got shit on me!
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Flashback to the scene of bullying.
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I approached them one by one, my gaze steady, my steps deliberate.
Kalawarner
She was the first to raise her head, defiance still burning in her eyes. Despite her broken wings and bruised body, she tried to stand tall.
But I saw through it. I saw the crack in her armor, the flicker of fear that she couldn't hide.
"You think you've won, you bastard?" she spat, her voice barely a whisper, yet filled with venom.
I smiled coldly. "Oh, I know I've won, Kalawarner. This was never a contest. You were just too arrogant to realize it."
"How do you know my name?"She asked.
"I know all of your names but it doesn't really matters, does it?"
I extended my hand, fingers splayed wide.
My fingers danced through the air, and I felt it touch Kalawarner's check.
SLAP!!!
Her eyes widened as I pulled my hands back and this time punched her.
I started punching and slapping her with all my might.
This continued for a while.
She begged and screamed, her body trembling as the overwhelming weight of despair, fear, and helplessness crashed down upon her.
She tried to resist, but it was futile. She couldn't fight back.
"I'll give you a choice," I said, my voice soft yet commanding. "You can keep resisting me, keep pretending you have a chance to escape, or you can submit.
You're at my mercy now, Kalawarner. All I ask is that you acknowledge it."
Her lip trembled. She tried to open her mouth to speak, but no words came out.
"You'll obey me," I said, my voice growing more forceful.
"Will you be my slave, Kalawarner?"
She gasped, eyes flickering between fury and fear. And then, with a voice that barely reached me, she whispered, "Yes. I'll be your slave."
The moment the words left her lips, I knew it was done. I relaxed the grip of my power on her, and she slumped forward, no longer fighting, no longer resisting. She was mine.
Mittelt
Mittelt was next, and she was far more subdued than Kalawarner. She was lying on the ground, her breaths shallow, her body a wreck of cuts and bruises.
Her gaze, though, was calm, like she had already accepted her fate.
"You don't need to say anything." she said, her voice almost... resigned. "I know what you're going to do."
I knelt beside her, watching her closely. "Do you now?" I asked, my tone mocking. "You think you know me, Mittelt?"
She didn't respond, just looked at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and something else—something I couldn't quite place.
"You're different from the others," I observed. "You're not full of arrogance or hate. You've already realized what's happening, haven't you?"
Mittelt closed her eyes, her expression pained. "I... I can't keep fighting you. You've won."
"Good," I said, a slight smirk curling at the corners of my lips.
I didn't even have to push hard. Her acceptance came quickly, the strings of submission sliding into place like a well-oiled machine.
"Mittelt," I said quietly, "Will you be my slave? Will you follow my commands, without hesitation, without question?"
Her response was soft, but firm. "Yes... I will."
And just like that, another Fallen Angel was under my control.
Raynare
Raynare was not as easy to break. She had always been the most prideful of them all, the one who had fought with with the most intensity and resistance.
Even now, after everything, she was trying to sit up, glaring at me with hatred and defiance.
"You think you've won.?" she hissed. "I'll never bow to you."
I walked toward her slowly, my gaze unwavering.
"It doesn't matter what you think, Raynare. You'll bend to my will. You have no choice anymore."
I took a deep breath, focusing my power. Master of Strings pulsed within me, and I could feel the resistance in her, the raw emotions of anger, pride, and fear battling within her mind.
I tugged on the emotional strings, slowly but surely unraveling her defenses.
She fought it, I could tell. But it didn't matter. I could see it in her eyes—she was breaking. The resistance was fading.
"Will you submit, Raynare?" I asked, my voice no longer soft, but commanding. "Will you serve me, as the others will?"
Her lips curled back, revealing her teeth. "I... I won't—"
But before she could finish, I punched her with my enhanced strength.
I kept punching her face and didn't say anything else. I abused her for twice as long as I had with Kalawarner.
I could now see the despair and resignation in her eyes.
"So, will you be my slave dear Raynare."
"I will," she whispered, her voice strained.
"I'll be your slave."
And just like that, Raynare was no longer a threat. She was mine.
Dohnaseek
Finally, Dohnaseek, the cocky one, the one who thought he could win no matter the odds.
He had been so sure of himself, but now, he was on his knees, his once smug demeanor gone.
"You think I'll bend to you?" he growled. "You're nothing but a filthy devil!!!."
I didn't respond with words. I didn't need to. I simply walked toward him, my presence overwhelming.
I could see his defiance crumble before me, his body trembling, his bravado fading into fear.
I crouched down in front of him and did the same as I did to Raynare and Kalawarner.
His eyes were dead but he still refused. "I... I can't... I won't—"
"You will, Dohnaseek," I said firmly, my tone no longer a question. "You will bow to me. You will follow my every command. You will be my slave."
He choked on his words, his mouth moving but unable to speak. Then, after what felt like an eternity of punching, he finally whispered, "Yes... I will be your slave."
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With all four of them kneeling before me, there was no longer any resistance. Kalawarner, Mittelt, Raynare, Dohnaseek—four Fallen Angels, now nothing more than my obedient servants.
I looked down at them, my chest swelling with the satisfaction of my victory.
"You will be my slaves now," I said, my voice cold but filled with absolute authority.
"You will follow my every command without question. And you will never raise a hand against me again."
They all nodded, their eyes hollow but filled with the understanding that there was no escape. They had made their choice.
And I, Gasper, had become their master.
End of Chapter 23