Vol. 2 Chapter 71: Messed Up

The professor has studied demons and demonic magic for most of her life but has never encountered one.

And now I show her the world she could have never seen without me.

"Raqahela, I invoke you. Show yourself."

The splendid succubus, unlike usual and aware of having an interested audience, this time appears with numerous special effects. 

Purple vapor fills the surroundings. Flashes of demonic magic shake the cave, threatening to extinguish our fire. 

The fire, stirred by this mystical wind, projects dancing shadows on the dark rocky walls, as a figure appears, dancing with all her grace. 

All the women are mesmerized by this unnatural sight.

Satisfied, the succubus spreads her wings to their full span. 

Then she rises in flight and speaks from the height of her power.

"What Raqahela sees pleases her sight. New women, new passion to ignite and celebrate in rituals in her honor. This is what Raqahela wants to see from her Bishop, lust, and continuous copulation."

Kanna struggles to believe her own eyes. 

She had probably seen approximate illustrations of demons in her books, but they were fanciful and romanticized representations based on unreliable testimonies.

Beautiful, floating mid-air thanks to her bat-like wings, her horns shine, pervaded by demonic energy. 

Her long fiery red hair waves, while her unreal violet eyes send shivers down the spine of anyone who meets her gaze.

"Are you a demon?" Kanna asks, seeking confirmation, frightened yet with an insatiable curiosity burning inside her.

The demon laughs. 

Raqahela flies towards the professor, then lands in front of her.

"Raqahela is much more, her dear," she says, caressing her face. 

The professor is shaken by tremors of pleasure she can't control. 

"Have you ever had a god, like Chand, appear before you in flesh and bone?" Raqahela asks her, as if to imply that she is comparable to a deity. The succubus can read my mind, and she is behaving exactly as I wished her to.

Kanna's eyes widen as she observes the demonic presence before her. 

Fear and curiosity fight within her, making her heart beat faster. 

She looks at Bicrista, still trapped by my eldritch tentacle, and sees her writhing in terror.

Then the professor turns towards me. "Is this all true?" Kanna whispers, barely audible. 

I nod, with a sinister smile on my lips as I watch her struggle with her conflicting emotions. 

Kanna's breath halts, her gaze fixed on the seductive succubus before her. 

Despite her hesitation, her curiosity overcomes her fear. 

"Is... is it possible... to experience such pleasures with a single touch?" she asks, her voice trembling. 

Raqahela chuckles seductively, her voice dripping with a sensual tone. 

"Oh, her dear Kanna Merfal, cleric of Chand, the pleasures she can offer you go beyond your wildest imagination." 

She runs a finger along Kanna's jawline, sending a shiver down her spine. 

Raqahela, sensing the professor's vulnerability, moves a step closer to her.

Now she is very close to her. 

"Do you desire power?" purrs the succubus, her voice like silk wrapped in honey. 

"Do you want to experience pleasures beyond your wildest dreams?" 

Kanna hesitates for a moment before slowly nodding.

"Then embrace the darkness within you," continues Raqahela, reaching out a hand towards Kanna's trembling form. 

"Let it consume you and set you free." 

"But first," Raqahela turns to me with an evil smile, "the Master-Servant contract must be sealed." 

I nod, satisfied with Raqahela's performance.

The contract is a binding link between the Master and the Servant. 

With each level increase of the contract, the connection becomes deeper. 

Since I first made it with Rero and then with Luysia, it has changed me. 

With the contract in effect, I can better understand Bicrista, delve into her past, protect her from herself, and guide her towards healing. 

"Kanna," I address the professor, "do you trust me? Together, we can help Bicrista overcome her trauma." 

Kanna takes a deep breath and nods decisively. "I trust you."

"I don't need any help! Let me go!" shouts the crazy girl still gripped by my tentacle.

"Then why are you still here? You could easily escape with [SHADOW STEP]," I point out.

Caught in her lie, Bicrista is speechless. 

She could have escaped at any time if she really wanted to. 

But she didn't. She doesn't want to flee from me. She wants to flee from something else. 

Behind the mask, there is another mask, and behind that mask, yet another. 

Like a Matryoshka doll. 

Lies upon lies, hiding her traumatic past.

No longer needing the tentacle charade, I make the mace disappear and release my grip on the silver-haired girl.

"Now you are free," I lie. 

She is only free physically. I will never let her escape.

"Uh… Y-you could have blocked me like you did that time…" she tries to find justifications.

Raqahela flies towards the woman, coming in front of her. 

Raqahela's gaze analyzes Bicrista, studying her carefully. 

The tormented girl trembles under her scrutiny. 

"There is a great darkness in you. Darkness cannot be hidden. Embrace it and delve into its depths, until you reach the deepest abyss."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Deedee comments crudely. 

"Being broken, she needs to be further shattered to be remade anew," Luysia responds coldly. 

Deedee wrinkles her nose, not seeming convinced. 

The green-haired woman is extremely intelligent in more practical and tangible matters. 

Talks of darkness and psychological traumas sound like a bunch of nonsense to her.

I approach the silver-haired girl with Kanna at my side. 

"You're not a virgin, I've ascertained that. Did the killer violate you?" I ask her directly, determined to uncover the truth.

"No, I lost it with my brother," she replies seriously, without sugarcoating or her usual acting. 

I can sense the sincerity.

The room falls into silence as her words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of taboo. 

Kanna's eyes widen, and her hand instinctively seeks mine. 

She looks at me, seeking guidance, uncertain about how to deal with this dark revelation.

Raqahela's voice cuts through the tense atmosphere, her tone full of intrigue. "Ah, the sweet taste of forbidden desire," she murmurs, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "The bond between siblings, especially twins, is indeed strong."

Deedee is disgusted, clearly uncomfortable with the subject matter. "This is all too fucking messed up," she mutters under her breath.

Luysia, on the other hand, remains stoic, her gaze fixed on Bicrista. 

I believe she sees a part of herself in the silver-haired girl and wants to delve into the depths of human psychology and darkness, seeking understanding and answers where others dare not tread.

"Woah!" exclaims Rero, unable to contain his surprise. 

This is an opportunity for my women to bare themselves in front of each other.

I already knew about the sexual relationship between Gallo and Bicrista, the twins. 

I discovered it when they ambushed me. 

Indeed, I am not surprised, but I can understand that incest is a controversial topic in any world.