Stay Away From My Kill Switch

'We should kill him.'

'No no, do NOT kill him.' Why am I the one acting as the voice of reason here? Hold back, damn it!

"Let's get to business, shall we?" Mohawk nonchalantly took out a notepad to write.

"I give a plus for fighting skill. It took some time but you in the end have shown great adaptability. The fact that you sensed me pickpocket his belongings is another plus. I'm not sure how you deflected my last attack but it seemed to be a Dark Art- Wait!

You're a Dark User? Oh, how can I forget-?" The guy then threw a marble into Bob's hand.

"Put some Mana into that." Bob felt humiliated but all I could do was hope he wouldn't lash out.

His mother's safety was unknown. If he wanted her back, the only thing he could do was feign obedience. Bob himself understood this as well and followed Mohawk's instructions in hesitation.

The marble in his hand glowed a deep black colour along with highlights of dark blue. Upon seeing this reaction, Mohawk's pen fell out of his hand as he stood dazedly with a stunned expression on his face. It took a his black transmitter tattoo trembling as if to show another party was trying to communicate with him to snap him out of it.

"Amazing...! This is the first time I've seen such a unique talent. So you're a 'Destructionist' despite having average Magic Talent... No matter, the depth of your Dark Affinity alone is enough change plans. Even a 'Dark Noble' can't have you for herself." His eyes sparkled before he picked up his pen and started writing some information down as he communicated with his colleagues (I think).

"What do you want with me?"

"My name is Alfred Boulevard. Nice to meet you~!"

"That wasn't what I asked."

"Oh, where are my manners? I seem to have not explained your circumstances. So... do you know of slavery?" Mohawk pulled out a very dark topic with a smile on his face. His entire demeanour was now friendly rather than condescending as previously.

"I know that it's illegal. Slavery has been banned since the dawn of humanity by the Royal Family."

"Yeah... banned, heh. Anyway, there was a certain Dark Mistress that wanted to invite you to her humble abode a large glass of brandy. The reason she invited your mother first was because... Err... a woman like her wanted to do some girl-talk first."

This guy... Is he even trying come up with a good excuse? Why mention slavery first if you're gonna lie in such a incompetent way? No, he must have his reasons to talk like this. It might be a restriction.

"Again, what do you want?"

"I've come to invite you to our organisation named Cerberus. Have you heard of it? Nether Guardian of Four Heads: Wealth, Power, Desire, Death. The power dynamic in our organisation is a little unbalanced, but it's true that we are 'professional'."

"Where is my mother?"

"All you should know is that she's safe. A member of Dark Nobility, also known as the ones who run the 'Power Head', has paid a large sum to designate your mother as a 'Marked'. She will be protected to the highest extent of our ability."

"...Why are you being so honest?"

"I'd like to treat my future Boss well... Give me a second, someone wants to pass a message along."

After a long silence where Mohawk was standing around, the scoundrel finally spoke up happily:

"You have been invited by the Leader of all Dark Nobility, her message to you is this." A piece of paper different from the one on his notepad appeared out of his sleeve as he passed it on.

{Greetings, dear 'sister'. I see Sis had lost her patience. Come on over to my house yourself.} The words written on this piece of paper was direct and spoke to Bob as if they already knew each other.

'Who is she supposed to be?'

'You already saw her. She is the little sister of Dorothy... I never knew she hid such a big secret.'

'You never know a lot of things...'

'...' His face crumpled up like the piece of paper he squeezed between his fingers with negative eyes.

'Sorry. I went too far again.' I apologised sincerely.

'You are not wrong...'

'I will watch my words a little more.'

'You better. Even I have my limits...' I don't know what's gotten into him but he was in a bad mood.

"Well then, I'll see you later~" Mohawk didn't seem to want to stick around, scampering off uncaringly.

We left Brad unconscious on the floor as if it was none of our business and went towards the home of Dorothy... or was it? The house he went to looked different from the one 'we remember'.

Rather, why is such a luxurious mansion not drawing the attention of any passerby in this village? I think my guess that Dark Mana messes with the collective consciousness was right...

'Have you been here before?'

'Yes. Before I saw those memories, this place was my only sanctuary.' I noticed him using past tense.

I wonder what he's thinking about.

The gates were open and there wasn't a shadow of a villager in this isolated area we stumbled into. It was as if the people around us were incapable of noticing out-of-place building we walked into.

"Good evening, the Mistress is expecting you." A butler with a different attire than those I was used to came out before showing him the way to where this sister of the person who traumatised Bob was.

"It's been a long time. How've you been doing?"

"You already know that, don't you?" Bob asked back as his eyes hid deep, unrestrained anger.

'I will be looking at whatever memories I can find of her past in the meantime to cross-reference the things she says. Stay calm.' Was what I told him as he walked before a girl wearing a... nice outfit.

I wasn't exactly a fashion designer in my past life nor am I someone with a great eye for dresses in this life, but the clothes she wore not only brought about a wealthy air about her. In fact, the most prevalent feeling I got was the air of seduction.

Unlike the modest one piece dress I wore that only exposed my arms due to being sleeveless, this demoness casually wore a dress that seemed to have been originally different parts of a set.

There was no giant skirt the old western dresses were known for. Instead there was a more tighter fitting skirt down from her waist that seemed to emphasise her her legs that was fit with stockings.

It was to the point that I thought: Hey, I might have been 'born' was such seductive underwear but at least I didn't show a tiny amount while expecting those around me to not see. The same could be said from her waist up as she was wearing even sleeves that seemed to be part of her silk-woven gloves. It was at this time I gained an insight:

'I understand what makes a Dark Specialist of this organisation now.' I spoke while doing my job.

My eyes were checking through the collective consciousness within the shadows in this area. Of course, just because I was standing next to him didn't mean my mind wasn't moving to other areas.

'I am not interested.'

'Just hear me out. The only thing I have noticed is that all their Dark Specialists have this unpleasant atmosphere about them. It comes in different forms but I'm confident they have similarities.'

'What is the similarity you are talking about?'

'Wickedness.' I answered that question seriously.

It wasn't that all Dark Specialists were bad. Anna is a good example of that. However, I found that the words of my grandmother rang true. When it came to Affinities, her fortune-telling mumbo-jumbo was pretty accurate. Just look at how playful that Mohawk guy was, how short-tempered Dorothy is currently, and even how my sister was gentle.

'Are you trying to I am evil as well?' He spoke up as it his own Dark Affinity was greater than others.

'The only reason you have a Dark- No, Moon Affinity is because I became a part of you.'

'So this is a benefit of harmonisation?'

'Exactly! You can consider yourself the first Moonwind Specialist to ever exist in this world.'

'I have no idea how to control Dark Mana, and what is a Moon Attribute anyway? Is it that strong?'

'There are Fiends left in this world that can give you the answer to that. Normally, Humans would not be able to get this Affinity as it goes against the nature of their Mana. This is ignoring the fact that Light Mana should only be capable of imitations. With a genuine Monster like me harmonised with you, real Moon Mana is a power you can access.' Bob was dazed by these words.

"Hehe, we haven't seen each other for so long but you are actually mesmerised by my appearance. I have to say that you got taste though." Even though she said that, compared to me or Dorothy, our boobs were bigger. It's ironic that her modest-sized chest that was neither flat or mountainous was in a non-modest kind of clothing like this.

I don't care what anyone says: If she breathes, then she's a thot. What other answers can there be?

'Beware of her charms.'

'I am not that easy.'

'What about that time with me?'

'That is a different matter entirely...'

'Because of your straightness.'

'My straightness makes straight people blush!'

'Yeah...' Before I decided to be a girl, that may have worked, but now that I accepted the gender i was born with, I felt an irrational fear that he might become attracted to her. It was to the point I temporarily stopped searching her history and gave a good look at the emotions he was feeling right now. I only sighed in relief when I saw how his emotions were stuck between doubt and malice.

"Why aren't you talking?" The woman- No, this teenager pretending to be a 'woman', asked curiously as I was trying to distract him from serious topics. He won't calm down unless someone is constantly disturbing his focus.

"You were part of Cerberus." Bob looked down at the girl standing before him and stated this fact.

"Are you angry because I called you 'sister'? You know I was only joking. What she did back then was outside my expectations. I have no idea why she would do such a traumatic thing to you." The girl spoke pleasantly as she leaned into his chest.

This shameless little girl needs a beating...!

'Is she lying to me?'

'Take a wild guess.'

'Then I guess she is.' His eyes had a coldness familiar to the time my kill switch once flipped.

After all, what Dorothy did to him wasn't something a normal guy would be able to stay sane from after having it happen to them. Being confined, forced to bear a child, then seeing that child everyday...

And this was a man that experienced it. If it was me, then I can only imagine committing suicide out of mental trauma. It isn't despair that I can imagine him feeling back then, but a fear unlike anything I have ever experienced in my 90 years of 'living'.

I could never understand what he suffered...

Actually, it would be more accurate to say that I would never want to 'emphasise' with that cruel incident despite having my consciousness connected to his. It is just too horrifying to think about... No wonder men have protective instincts towards women no matter if they are weak or strong, that must be why I feel a deep desire to protect Bob from suffering such a way ever again.

'You do not want to know more about her. Please Bob, please leave this place immediately.' After browsing through her past, I knew that the person before us was actually his greatest enemy.

'What did you see? Tell me!'

'You will flip my kill switch if you found out.'

'...' He hesitated for a moment.

'Your mother is in her hands. Are you sure you want to know?' I asked him eyes that begged him to stop right here. All he needs to do is make some excuse to leave, please just leave this place quietly.

'What are you REALLY scared about?'

'You will change once you learn this.'

'That is not a reason to keep me in the dark.'

'Trust me.' Please, you don't want to know anything about her. Your ignorance is a bliss right now.

'I still want to know.'

"You're daydreaming once again." The 'Mistress' of this mansion interrupted us, turning his attention.

Seeing that I was adamant in not wanting to answer him, Bob decided to get the truth out of this girl.

"Angelica, we need to talk." There was a coldness that resembled my own when I am in 'Killing Mode' in his eyes as he pushed the teenage Mistress out of his arms. I could sense how betrayed he felt right now... A deep sorrow etched into his heart.