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Slave to the Demon Lord

“This emblem on your shoulder is a sign that wherever you go, even to the ends of the six realms - I shall always find you”. __________ Vanessa Hawkins and her little sister were both used as collateral by their father to borrow money. After his sudden disappearance, she’s forced to move into the Randall house to pay off her debt. Unknown to her that the debt couldn’t be easily paid as she’d been sold off by her father because of the blood running through her veins. On reaching the Randall house, she discovers the place to be an empty castle with no one but the strange butler who informs her of the new owner of the house, Dante Vladwick, who appears and disappears as he pleases. The castle seems somewhat haunted and she longs to see the face of her master who constantly wears a mask. But when she’s caught overhearing his otherworldly conversation with the butler, Vanessa finds out she can never return to the normal life of a human. Instead, she’s stuck traveling to dangerous realms as his little slave while trying to uncover the mysteries of her bloodline. —-Cover disclaimer—-

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Your Name

For a moment, everything turned white before Diane's eyes. "Where am I?", she stood up to take a look around.

There was no building or person as far as her eyes could see.

Was she dead?

She shook her head in doubt, this didn't feel like either heaven or hell.

"Hello?", there was a familiar voice beside her.

With a quick jolt, she spun around to meet familiar blue eyes. "Azarelle?".

Seeing her face in the light made the fact that she had eye-bags quite undeniable. Although this time, the goddess had come in the form of a small child.

She lowered her waving hand at the girl who was a few feet from her. "Don't worry, you're not dead". She smiled reassuringly.

Diane's eyes roamed around once more. "Is this a dream then".

Azarelle nodded before the look on her face went stern. "I cannot stay with someone who's forgotten who she is".

In confusion, Diane thought out loud. "Stay? I don't quite get you. I'd rather you leave me be".

The goddess had began to pace about her. "You ate my heart, so we are now one".

Heart?

Was this strange woman losing her head or something?

"Excuse me, but could I wake up now?", she tried to sound as polite as possible.

Noticing just how clueless the human girl was, Azarelle sighed. "The stone I gave you last night, you swallowed it.... So we are one being now".

"Ohh! That was an accident ". She nervously waved both hands on the air. "I might pass it out in a few days".

She couldn't help but laugh at those words. "Once you swallowed it, it melted into your system so I now flow in your blood. We are one".

Diane pulled at her hair in some annoyance. All she wanted was to serve master Ro quietly and get her memories back! She didn't mean to swallow that weird stone that might have been dirty for who knows!

"Please can I just wake up?"

Azarelle paused in her tracks to look away from Diane. "There is only one way to leave her child..."

"Okay...?"

"You'll have to remember your name..."

"My name..?", the young girl frowned. "It's Diane".

The annoyed goddess stomped her feet on the ground. "Your real name....", vanishing before Diane's sight. "You'll never leave here till you do".

Was the last sound she heard.

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"My lord", Velma bowed before her master in fright. "She is still unconscious, but alive". Her knees buckled under her ankle-length gown.

Loki slapped her once.

"I said to tidy her up, not knock her out you incompetent fool!", he gripped her neck before looking to the woman who was peacefully asleep in his bed. They'd clothed her with a lightly textured gown as they knew he loved to rip off his women's clothing. "How can I enjoy her screams if she's unconscious?!

Shoving Velma aside, he stood in wait for her reply.

With a hand at her reddened cheek, "Forgive me, my lord". She held back some tears... He hadn't slapped her in years!

Now because of this filthy woman!

"Get out...", he ordered in disgust.

After bowing, she ran out in rage.

Loki's eyes moved to the woman laid before him. If Velma who was a witch couldn't even wake her up, it would be impossible for him...

He walked to stand directly beside her. "Don't worry, I can still make love to you". A wild grin lit up his lips when he began to rip off her gown.

Although he'd liked hearing his women moan and beg, he surely wasn't going to let Ro have any beautiful woman who set foot in the palace talkless of Dante who never looked at a woman twice.

He gloated while taking off his trousers. It wasn't like it mattered what Ro thought anymore, he made sure to kill him before taking Diane.

When the clothing finally landed at his feet, he stepped out of it. There was a needing bulge in his shorts...

He rubbed it gently. "Just wait a moment, junior".

Apart from Ro, also the fact that Dante had shown interest in this woman made his throat sour. Anything to spite his siblings would bring an ultimate feeling of satisfaction.

He climbed to kneel on the bed with the woman below him. Her breasts were firmly supported by the bra she wore. "We won't be needing that...", he smiled before ripping it off at a go while watching her breasts bounce at the gesture. She was even more endowed than Velma...

'Perfect!'.

He licked his lips with a sly expression. "Now for the lower one...", his eyes moved down to her panties, but the moment his fingers moved to shift it..... Dante broke through the wall...

Within the blink of an eye, Loki found himself flying and breaking through a handful of walls in the opposite direction.

"Vanessa!", Dante moved to hold her in his arms. "Did he hurt you?". Luckily, she still had her panties on.

The fact that she didn't seem to be conscious was what pissed him off the most. With suppressed rage, he raised a sheet to cover her breast.

"If any of you touch her...", He sent a death glare at the other women from Loki's castle who surrounded the room. "I'll kill you..."

They all quivered in fright before he disappeared. Even Velma didn't try to stop him, she felt her master deserved some beating for slapping her.

"You're a dead man!", he shouted to Loki as silver flames built up in his palm.