Capítulo 12: Trial X

Leon didn't know where to focus—on her huge assets or the intricate pattern that had formed in the middle of her chest. It was the same circular mark that had appeared on the back of his hand. His mind raced, trying to make sense of what just happened.

Cherry perched on his lips, bringing up the notification to make him understand the situation.

[Mark of Domination formed]

[Host has formed a Master-Slave contract with Roselia—the Demoness of Deception and Alchemy]

Leon blinked in surprise, taking in the gravity of the situation. His familiar wasn't just any being, but a powerful demoness. This was more than he had expected.

"Wear back your clothes," Leon commanded, testing the power of the mark.

Roselia's eyes widened for a moment before she smiled mischievously, slipping her clothes back on. "Ara~ You don't have to hold back, you know," she said in a teasing tone, her voice laced with seduction. "I am your slave, after all. You can do anything to me." Her words were bold, but there was a slight discomfort in her expression, revealing that, despite her playful attitude, she wasn't fully in control of her actions.

Even though she complied, Leon could sense that the mark's power was forcing her to act against her will.

So, this is the Mark of Domination,' Leon mumbled, staring at the mark on the back of his hand, feeling its power coursing through him.

"Show me her status screen," Leon said aloud. Cherry nodded, and another screen appeared in front of him, revealing Roselia's detailed stats.

[Status: Roselia – Demoness of Deception and Alchemy]

Tier : Same as Master

Level: Same as Master

Rank: Arch Demoness (Formerly Demon Lord)

Class: Ancient Dark Magus

Secondary Class : Alchemist of Deception

Inherent Ability : Slave Of Deception(Legendary) : Anyone who falls for her deception will become her eternal Slave, Only works on being equal to or lower level then her in terms of combat prowess.

Skills:

Dark Magic (Ex-Rank)

Soul Shackles (S-rank)

Void Flame (Ex-rank)

Curse of Oblivion (SSS-rank)

Shadow Manipulation (A-rank)

Deception Arts (Ex-rank)

Alchemy Mastery (S-rank)

Illusion Magic (A-rank)

Charm (B-rank)

Potion Crafting (SS-rank)

Titles:

Demoness of Deception

Alchemy Expert

Bound Servant of Leon

Dethroned Demon Lord

Description:

A powerful Demon Lord, once feared across realms, has now been reduced to a slave after being dethroned from her rank as one of the 72 Demon Lords. She was defeated by the newly ascended Demon of Lust, Asmodeus. Broken and humiliated, she fled from the war, her pride shattered. While on the run, she encountered a summoning circle that demanded her absolute loyalty. Torn between saving her life and preserving her pride, she chose survival, vowing to reunite her strength and seek revenge at a later date. ]

Seeing her status screen, Leon realized that summoning such a powerful being as Roselia was a stroke of luck and timing. He glanced at her description, mentioning a former demon lord, then looked at her directly. "Tell me about yourself?" he asked.

Roselia bowed her head slightly before speaking. "My name is Roselia of Deception and Alchemy. I was once a powerful Demon Lord, ranked 51st, known for my mastery over illusions, dark magic, and alchemy. But I was defeated by a newly ascended demon, Asmodeus."

Her voice wavered slightly, the memory still fresh. "If it had only been a defeat, I would have been demoted to the 52nd rank—still a Demon Lord. But no, he wanted more. He demanded that I become his... his personal slave, a pet to his whims. I refused, and in his rage, he destroyed everything I held dear. My kingdom, my people, even my family... all gone."

Roselia's eyes darkened as she continued, the pain evident in her tone. "In the demon world, strength is all that matters. No one came to my aid. It was a rightful punishment in their eyes, part of the course of power." She paused, her fists clenched. "As I fled, exhausted, knowing I could no longer fight, Asmodeus pursued me. My maids... my loyal servants... he turned them into his playthings, breaking them in ways I couldn't bear to witness."

Her voice trembled, but her gaze was firm. "It was in that moment of despair, running from the shame of defeat and the horror of humiliation, that I stumbled upon the summoning circle. It forced me to choose—my pride and vengeance, or death and humiliation. And so... I chose survival, but only to one day reclaim what was mine and destroy him."

Her eyes gleamed with a dangerous mixture of sadness and wrath.

Roselia raised her head and gazed at Leon, her expression one of mixed determination and vulnerability. "So, I am willing to be your plaything... just let me have my revenge later, okay?" she asked, clenching her hands tightly as if trying to hold onto her resolve.

Leon looked at her calmly and shook his head. "I don't need a plaything," he said firmly, extending his hand toward her. "I only intend for you to be my familiar."

Roselia's eyes widened at the word familiar. Familiars were more than mere pets; they were companions for life, bound not out of forced loyalty but mutual respect and connection. A familiar was a partner who worked alongside their master, not for servitude, but out of a bond far deeper than simple obligation.

"So," Leon continued, "if you agree to become my familiar, you can stay here and be my companion. But if not, tell me the way to break this Mark of Domination, and I will let you go. You can return to hell, gather your strength, and seek your revenge again."

Roselia stood there, stunned. The proposition was unexpected. She had anticipated manipulation, or worse, exploitation, but Leon's offer was sincere. She knew, however, that the Mark of Domination bound her fate. Breaking it wasn't something that could be undone easily. As Leon patiently awaited her answer, she considered the possibility—this was not just a choice about servitude, but perhaps a path to regain some measure of her dignity and control.

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