Capítulo 13: Chapter - 11
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Chapter - 11: Blackmail and Fairy
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Determined not to waste any more time, I quickly turned and took flight. My tentacle-like wings spread out, lifting me effortlessly. Each flap of my wings carried me higher, and I crossed the sea at a speed I could finally consider decent for myself.
The briny air whipped against my face, while every wing movement took me further from the now-dead Kraken and closer to my next objective. My strong, powerful wings cut through the air, allowing me to maneuver agilely among the air currents and the waves rising below me.
Flying over the open ocean gave me a sense of freedom that, to be honest, I had been missing ever since I acquired the memories of this new body. It was a wonderful feeling, as if I could go anywhere and do anything.
The sky stretched endlessly above me, while the sea extended endlessly below me. But I knew exactly where I was going, and there was no time to stop and contemplate.
As I approached my ice castle, my tentacle-like wings began to gradually retract into me. Each tentacle folded in on itself, disappearing without a trace, until my back was once again smooth and free of any marks.
The transformation was so natural, as if those wings had never existed, but I felt I could summon them at any time. Not only could I do much more with them, which I would discover later on.
Additionally, I found it quite amusing how my clothes adapted to every shape I took. They shifted from elaborate outfits to a simple emblem on my chest, much like how things worked for Ben 10.
I landed lightly on the ice, a few steps from my castle, as the cold wind blew around me. The ice beneath my feet creaked slightly, a sign that my body mass had increased after unlocking my evolutionary path.
At that moment, my enhanced senses noticed something that made me smile with satisfaction. Not too far from my position, a beautiful young woman caught my attention.
Her dark skin was kissed by the sun, contrasting with her piercing blue eyes that seemed to scrutinize every detail of the ice statues with an angry gaze that I honestly liked.
Her long, thick, dark brown curls framed her face, cascading onto her shoulders in a wild and alluring manner. Her full lips, accentuated by a bold lipstick, gleamed with sensuality, which was quite inviting.
But it was her body that really stood out, with generous curves, full hips and a narrow waist that blended with a large, round, prominent ass wrapped in a bold, brightly colored miniskirt.
The skirt did nothing to hide her figure; rather, it seemed to highlight it with a bold confidence. Above, her ample chest was barely concealed by a top that seemed more like an invitation than a piece of clothing.
But what truly captured my gaze were the fairy wings extending from her back, vibrating with a positive magical energy that contrasted with their fragile appearance.
She was observing the guardian mermaids I had transformed into ice statues, her face reflecting a mixture of pain and anger. Her delicate fingers brushed the faces of the mermaids as if she were trying to relive pleasant memories.
Her hands trembled slightly, betraying the emotions she was trying to control, while silent tears slid down her cheeks. Honestly, I might have been moved too if I weren't the cause of all her pain.
After a few moments, with a brusque gesture, she wiped her face with her wrist as if trying to banish any trace of weakness. The fragility she had shown turned into determination.
Her posture changed, becoming more rigid; her shoulders straightened, and her expression hardened, like a warrior ready to go into battle. Pain was quickly replaced by anger, which ignited in her blue eyes.
Those eyes, charged with emotion, were fixed on my castle, towering above us. I could almost perceive her hatred as a tangible presence in the air, clearly another ability I possessed.
Then, with one last emotion-filled glance, she let go of the mermaid statues and began to advance toward my castle. I decided it was time to reveal my presence.
I approached leisurely, as my tentacle-like wings slowly retracted into my body. My heavy footsteps echoed on the ice, and a few meters away from her, I made my presence felt, breaking the surrounding silence.
As soon as she saw me, her expression changed.
Her blue eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment she stood still, her expression uncertain, as if she were battling thoughts she didn't want to have. She shook her head, trying to drive those thoughts from her mind.
I couldn't blame her, given that at that moment my exotic appearance would certainly captivate a young teenager like her, even more so as she absorbed positive feelings.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice trying to remain steady but betraying a slight tremor. Her gaze was intense, but I noticed a slight flush on her face, almost imperceptible against her dark skin, making her even more alluring.
My smile widened slightly. "How polite," I said, letting a hint of sarcasm show as I raised an eyebrow. "Usually, those who ask for a name introduce themselves first, don't you think? It's basic manners."
She stared at me with an intense look, her eyes trying to decipher my intentions. There was a brief pause, a moment of silence during which I saw her clench her fists slightly, as if she were contemplating what to say or how to respond to the provocation.
After a deep breath, she spoke again, this time with a stronger and more confident voice. "I am Aisha, Princess of Andros," she declared, her eyes still fixed on mine. "Now answer my question! Who are you and what are you doing
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[Meet Aisha]
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"There's no need to be impatient, I was just about to answer," I said calmly, maintaining a relaxed tone. "Allow me to introduce myself: I'm Maxwell, a simple sorcerer who escaped from Dimension Omega and transformed these lovely guardian mermaids into beautiful ice statues."
Her gaze grew more intense as she responded with a voice filled with anger, "So you're the one responsible for all this!" she said, gesturing to her frozen friends.
"Now, don't exaggerate," I replied, raising an eyebrow. "After all, they were the ones who decided to attack me. It was self-defense, don't you think?"
"You're a criminal!" she retorted with disdain.
"Me, a criminal?" I countered with a mocking smile. "And what exactly have I done that's so terrible?" Seeing that I wasn't getting a response, I decided to continue, taking advantage of my upper hand in the conversation.
"You don't care at all about leaving prisoners in Dimension Omega, condemning them to be devoured by the creatures that inhabit it. In fact, it's more convenient for you, as you don't have to dirty your hands."
The fairy seemed to struggle with my words, her expression wavering between doubt and anger. Then, as if she had made a definitive decision, she clenched her fists and looked at me with eyes full of determination.
"I don't want to hear any more lies," she said firmly, her tone laden with contempt. "I won't let you justify what you've done. No matter what your reasons are, I won't forgive you for what you've done to the mermaids and to my world!"
With a battle cry, Aisha launched her attack, her wings glowing with an intense magical light as she prepared to unleash her power against me. There was no more room for words, not that I cared.
Aisha charged at me, her hands outstretched to control the fluids surrounding her. I had to admit that of all the Winx, she was the most dangerous because she not only controlled her power well, but also compensated for it with a well-trained body.
The sea water responded to her call, rising in powerful waves that sought to overwhelm me. With a swift gesture, she transformed the water into sharp liquid blades, which streaked toward me with lethal precision.
But I was already in motion. A wave of frost emanated from my body, instantly freezing her water blades into shards of ice that fell uselessly to the ground.
With a faint smile, I summoned ice spikes from the ground, forcing her to retreat to avoid being impaled.
Aisha did not let herself be discouraged. She concentrated her powers, turning the water around us into a dense mist that enveloped the battlefield, trying to confuse me and hide her movements.
I felt her next attack before I even saw it: a series of rapid, almost invisible strikes made of pressurized water, designed to pierce my ice and flesh.
With a fluid movement, I raised a barrier of ice that deflected her attacks; the jets of water hit the frozen surface with a dull thud but did not penetrate. In response, I snapped my hand, sending a flurry of ice shards through the mist.
I heard her hiss as she dodged the projectiles, but not fast enough: one of my shots lodged into her arm, causing her to flinch.
The mist cleared, revealing her expression of pain and frustration. But her gaze did not waver. With a cry, she summoned an enormous water vortex, raising a towering and powerful column of water that crashed down on me like a cyclone.
I was almost impressed. Almost.
I raised a hand and, with a decisive gesture, transformed the entire vortex into a shimmering ice tower. The sea calmed instantly around us, and the fairy watched in amazement as her creation was reduced to a pile of ice in mere seconds.
She zoomed toward me, enveloped in a swirling aura of water, ready for one last desperate attack. But it was not enough. With a swift move, I raised a barrier of ice behind me, forcing her to come to a screeching halt to avoid crashing into it.
I seized the opportunity to play my winning card. "If you keep this up, I might not turn your beloved mermaids back to normal," I said with a smirk that had worked its way onto my face.
Her anger suddenly dissipated, replaced by surprise. She hovered in mid-air, the flow of water around her weakening, her wings slowing their frantic beat.
She stared at me in disbelief, her voice trembling as she finally spoke. "Can you really make them return to normal?"
"Of course," I replied with a relaxed tone, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "After all, they're not dead. I've just imprisoned them to keep them from continuing to bother me." My gaze grew more intense as I watched her face shift from hope to despair, then settle on uncertain decision.
And so, the battlefield quieted, the tension between us suspended in a moment of hesitation as I awaited her next move.
"Make them return to normal, and I promise you that I will ensure you are not accused of the crimes you've committed on Andros," she said, her voice trembling
At her words, I couldn't help but laugh, a deep sound that echoed in the freezing air around us. "It seems you don't understand the situation, my dear princess," I replied with a sarcastic tone, as a playful smile spread across my face.
"Making those mermaids return to normal? I could reduce them to a thousand pieces with a simple snap of my fingers," I added, raising a hand as if to demonstrate how easily I could destroy them.
Her face turned pale instantly, and I saw her take a few steps back. "What do you want?" she finally asked, her voice barely a whisper as the mask of composure shattered before my threat.
"Ah, now we're getting somewhere," I replied, lowering my hand as I watched her with satisfaction. I knew I had control of the situation, and the fear in her eyes was proof of that. "What I want is simple, my dear. I want you to understand who's in charge here and that you show it."
She stared at me, her silence eloquent, and I knew she would eventually make the right choice—the choice that would ensure I had a good piece to use for my future plans.
"Don't worry," I said in a sweet and persuasive tone, as if trying to reassure her with every word. "If you follow my instructions, no one will be harmed. Isn't that what you truly want?"
"Just tell me what you want to make them return to normal," she growled, her tone fierce but with a note of desperation seeping through her voice.
I was amused by her challenge. "Is that how you make a request?" I asked sarcastically, tilting my head slightly as I watched her with icy eyes. "If you want me to listen, you'll need to show a bit more respect."
She looked at me with pure hatred, but there was a spark of fear in her eyes, an awareness that, despite her power, she couldn't compete with me at this moment.
"Kneel," I said, my tone now low and venomous, a command that left no room for disobedience.
I saw her hesitate, the inner conflict evident on her face. Her pride battled against the need to save her friends, and for a moment, I thought she might choose the path of pride.
But then, slowly, with reluctance and an expression of deep disdain, I watched her bend down. Her knees touched the icy ground, and she lowered her gaze, biting her lip to hold back the tears.
"That's better," I said with a satisfied tone, approaching her with a slow and measured step. I bent slightly, grasping her chin with one hand, forcing her to look me in the eyes. "See? It's not so difficult to do what's asked of you. Now, we can speak as two civilized people."
Her breath was heavy, the tension palpable in the air as she waited for my words. The power of the moment was intoxicating, and I savored it fully, knowing that, at that precise moment, her will was entirely in my hands.
As I held her chin, I could feel her cold skin under my fingers, an interesting contrast to the fire of anger burning in her eyes. "So fragile," I whispered, my voice just for her, "Is this truly what you're willing to do for them? To humble yourself, to crawl before me?"
She did not answer, but there was no need. The answer was there, in the humiliation radiating from her posture, in the tremor running through her lips as she struggled not to give in completely.
"Well, I can't say I don't understand that feeling," I continued, letting go of her chin with a brusque gesture. I stood up, looking down at her, "But if you want me to make them return to normal, you'll need to give me something far more valuable than mere respect. You'll need to give me yourself, completely."
Silence fell between us. The weight of my demand was clear, and I could see the turmoil in her eyes as she realized the price I was asking her to pay.
"So?" I asked, breaking the silence, my voice now soft but laced with threat. "What is your choice?"
She slowly lifted her gaze, her eyes meeting mine with renewed resolve, even though her knees remained on the ground. She knew there were no other options, that any resistance would be futile. In a voice barely audible, she replied, "I accept."
The game was mine, and she was the prize.
With a simple gesture of my hand, I retrieved from my Gacha inventory an item I knew would soon come in handy: the Familiar Stone. Her eyes widened slightly, clearly intrigued by the unfamiliar object.
It was this part I found most interesting: her attention was completely captured, with no idea of what it was or what it did.
Without taking my eyes off her, I lifted the stone towards my mouth, holding it between my fingers with almost ritualistic delicacy. Then, with a decisive move, I brought it between my teeth and crushed it with force.
Fortunately, I had already used my ability to absorb matter to retain a good amount for future use. I wasn't so reckless as to waste such a precious resource.
Her eyes were fixed on me, evidently confused as she observed the scene. But it didn't matter, as I approached her, and without a word, I took her by the chin once again, but this time my grip was firmer, more possessive.
I brought my face close to hers, and our breaths mingled in the cold air. Her resistance had crumbled, and I could feel her trembling under my touch. Then, without any warning, I kissed her.
It was a deep kiss, charged with passion and power, a kiss that spoke of possession and dominance. Our lips met with a burning intensity, as my tongue explored hers, aiming to give the utmost pleasure.
She moaned against my lips, a sound of surrender and need, and I welcomed it with evident pleasure. Meanwhile, an immediate manifestation of the stone's power began to show.
White runes, pulsating with magical energy, started to form on her skin, just below the navel. The etched lines seemed like symbols in an unknown language representing the bond we had just established.
She moaned, the pain escaping her lips, but my kiss offered relief. My mouth on hers and the warmth of my tongue soothed her suffering. Her moans faded and the tension in her muscles eased.
Every time she tried to pull away, the runes seemed to pulse more intensely, as if they had the power to draw her back to me, to bind her more firmly to my dominion.
When the kiss ended, her breathing was labored, her eyes were clouded and full of tears, but there was also a light of resignation in her gaze.
Feat Achieved
[Gain your first servant]
Pull Granted.
I watched her for a long moment, my breath still heavy as I savored the fruit of my triumph. The white runes had ceased to glow, having fulfilled their purpose, and now she had become my familiar.
"This way, you won't be able to betray me," I whispered, gently caressing the skin around the symbols with a possessive gesture. "You are mine now, in every sense."
Her hands trembled as she tried to regain control of her breathing, and her body continued to vibrate slightly under my touch. It was truly a spectacle I could never get enough of.
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