Chapter 2: Introductions

Silently trailing behind Diabla, I followed her through the dimly candle-lit wooden corridors, our destination marked by a sturdy wooden door. It had been approximately fifteen minutes since my introduction to the reserved demoness, despite her facade of arrogance. With just a hint of my enticing aura and a teasing demeanor, I had effortlessly tempted the girl into allowing me to accompany her. I briefly contemplated eliminating Galluk and his lackeys before our departure but decided against it. Galluk's little scheme could potentially provide some amusement, who knows?

My musings were interrupted as Diabla swung open the door before us, revealing a modest wooden room occupied by two girls seated across from each other at a wooden table. On the right was Rem, a petite and slender Pantherian girl in her late teens. Her long black hair cascaded down to her lower back, matching the striking color of her ears and tail. With her cat-like, almond-shaped green eyes and seemingly expressionless spruce eyebrows, she resembled a doll. She wore a vest that reached her chest, adorned with attached shoulder pads, and hung loosely from a jacket. A wide leather belt was cinched above her waist, and she donned a layered cloth skirt over skin-tight shorts.

On the left sat Shera, a voluptuous Elf girl in her early twenties. Delicate, pointed ears peeked out from her flowing golden blonde hair, which cascaded down to her lower back. Her captivating blue eyes resembled the depths of the sea, and her soft sun-kissed skin was visible in certain places through the strategically placed openings in her green tunic.

The two girls turned their heads as they heard us enter the room, visibly surprised and even slightly frightened by my presence. Tension filled the air, but I offered them a soothing smile. My aura could evoke more than just lust, as I now spread an aura of comfort throughout the room, causing the girls, and even Diabla beside me, to visibly relax.

"W-Why is she with you..." Rem stammered, a trace of nervousness lacing her voice, despite my efforts to calm her.

Diabla was about to respond when I interjected, gracefully walking toward the medium-sized bed positioned near the table. "Fear not, my dear Rem. Diabla here is simply doing you a favor. Don't you want your problem solved~?" I teased, amusement evident in my tone as I vanished a few steps from the bed, only to reappear atop it, lounging on my side and facing the two girls.

The sight of my display of power left the two girls astounded, Rem in particular, as she absorbed my words about her secret predicament. Both turned to Diabla for guidance, only to be met with a smile. Although she was clearly taken aback by my knowledge of Rem's secret, she had a feeling she was unable to offer any assistance.

A mischievous smile played upon my lips as I observed their gaze fixed on Diabla. Despite having known each other for just a few hours, they had already developed a deep level of trust. How naive of them. However, this presented an intriguing opportunity. While I could easily manipulate their memories, where was the fun in that? No, what truly excited me was the prospect of having them willingly submit to me, of their own free will.

The fear in their eyes only deepened as Diabla raised her voice, her words laced with confusion and frustration. "Help Rem? You never mentioned anything about this earlier when..." Her face flushed momentarily, her composed demeanor faltering as she recalled our conversation prior to our arrival. She swiftly regained her composure, continuing in her usual haughty tone, "Anyway, how do you propose to assist her? And more importantly, how are you even aware of her predicament?" Her questions held a genuine sense of seriousness.

In an instant, I vanished from my perch on the bed, reappearing right beside Rem. I placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, causing her to flinch ever so slightly. However, before she could react or utter a word, I spoke with a soft smile gracing my features. "How could I not recognize the vessel of my dear little sister?" My gaze descended upon the girl to my right, my voice filled with affection and familiarity.

As the expressions of fear on their faces began to subside, I reveled in the success of my plan. They witnessed the affectionate gaze I bestowed upon Rem, or more accurately, the entity dwelling within her.

The voice of Shera, filled with protectiveness, pierced the air. "What is your intention with Rem?" she inquired, her gaze fixed upon me, seeking answers. Even Diabla joined in, her eyes reflecting curiosity and uncertainty.

A playful smile danced upon my lips as I responded, "Well, naturally, it is to secure the freedom of my sister. However, I am in no hurry. So, for now... let's see how things unfold." The undertone of amusement in my voice was unmistakable, eliciting a sense of caution from them.

Shera and Diabla looked at me contemplatively at my words before I heard Rem speak up from next to me, "What will happen when she is free?" She asked, her tone contemplative as she looked up at me in curiosity.

"We will have fun," I said, a smile gracing my face, while not being very clear on what I meant by that.

Rem gulped as she nodded, "I-I see," she said, obviously not wanting to know more.

I giggled playfully, "Enough of this serious talk, how about a bath? I am sure Diabla would love one right about now, right?" I said, mixing in a little bit of allure into my aura again as I eyed the demoness in question.

Diabla became slightly flushed at my question but still managed to reply in a dismissive tone, "A bath? I doubt an inn like this has one of those." She was right; an inn like this would have, at most, a bucket of water and a rag for cleaning oneself. But how could that ever stop a being like me?

"Yeah, I wish this place had a bathing area," Shera said longingly with a sigh, as Rem also spoke up in agreement from next to me, "True."

I giggled in amusement, "Well, that could be arranged," I said with a smile as I snapped my delicate fingers together, creating a soft clicking sound. Suddenly, a new black royal-looking wooden door appeared out of thin air, attached to the wall on the other side of the bed.

There were looks of shock from all the girls present in the room as they went silent before Shera spoke up, "W-Wha, how did you do that!?" She said in disbelief as she ran toward the door, opening it. I appeared next to her as she did so, slightly frightening her.

I smiled playfully, "Magic, my dear," I said, amusement clear in my tone as I leaned against the wall, while Shera took in the sights of the room beyond the door.

Rem ran after her into the door as I stood there with a smile on my face, looking at the shocked Diabla. "Got something on your mind?" I asked, looking at the demoness who stared at me in shock. She was probably just now realizing how powerful I am, even if she has witnessed me teleporting several times already...

"Just... What level are you?" She said, her haughty voice filled with shock as she looked through the door that was left open, leading to a large royal-looking bedroom decorated with dark tapestries. It was about five times the size of the inn room we currently stood in.

I tilted my head, "Level? I don't think I can equate my power to such a thing," I said, clearly amused at her bafflement. "Now why don't you join us, dear? I promise to clean you up nice and good~," I said alluringly as I began to make my way into the room.

I heard the demoness gulp from behind me, accompanied by her footsteps.