Capítulo 77: Chapter 76: Dommy Mommy Alert (R18)
[Mission Received: Agatha Harkness.]
Difficulty: Medium
Character Sheet: S
Description: Agatha is a witch that governs over one of the most powerful witch covens in the world and has been around America since Salem. However, although Agatha is a woman of immense magical prowess and strength within her community, at times she becomes overwhelmed with stress and looks for ways to relieve it in a very physical and demanding way.
Objective: Help Agatha relieve her stress and give her a gift with it
Reward: 100,000
Main Mission:
Impregnante Once:
Rewards: 150 Gacha or Agatha's Magical Powers
Impregnate Twice:
Rewards: ?????????
Additional Missions:
Sleep with her within your first encounter with Agatha(Incomplete):
Reward: Legendary Coupon
Impregnate Agatha within her coven(Incomplete):
Reward: Legendary Coupon
Completely mind f*ck the witch who is known for her arts in mind control(Incomplete):
Reward: Legendary Coupon
Bonus Missions:
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'Damn she's fine.' Ricky thought as he leaned his head against the palm of his hand, tracing his eyes alongside her curves.
Needless to say, her hair was the first eye-catching feature as the white stripe grabbed your attention until her luscious locks flowed down her back.
In the soft light, they shimmered like polished silver, drawing your gaze to her face as she wore a chic, form-fitting dress.
The fabric clung to her in all the right places, accentuating her hourglass figure, while modestly flowing just past her knees.
The high neckline was contrasted by the cinched waist and sleek, tailored lines, hinting at the power beneath her polished exterior.
The dress, a rich, deep burgundy, highlighted her pale, flawless skin, making her appear both refined and mysterious.
Her gloved hands moved with an effortless grace, fingers tracing invisible patterns in the air as she spoke, each gesture filled with a restrained sensuality.
The stockings beneath her skirt shimmered slightly, drawing your attention to the perfectly poised way she crossed her legs, a subtle but deliberate show of confidence.
Her presence was magnetic, each detail from the slight curl of her hair to the tasteful heel on her shoes, exuding a dark, irresistible charm, as though she had long mastered the art of commanding attention without uttering a single word.
Her red lips, painted in the fashion of the time, curved into a knowing smile, and beneath her sharp gaze, you couldn't help but feel a mix of alertness and a very subtle hint of danger.
Agatha raised an eyebrow at Ricky's boldness, openly ogling her right in front of her, but at the same time, her eyes were quietly assessing him.
She wasn't just sensing the magic he exuded so naturally, but also taking in his figure, scrutinizing every detail with the same discerning intensity.
Ricky wasn't the only one being eyed like a piece of candy as Agatha found herself a little impressed by his sharp features, her gaze lingering on the strong cut of his jawline before trailing down to his muscled figure.
'At least he's cute.' Agatha stirred her drink slowly, her eyes never leaving Ricky.
He raised his smile, the realization dawning on him that she was scrutinizing him just as much as he had been admiring her.
'She's probably looking into me like Abraham said, but there isn't anything wrong with milking this for all it's worth.' Ricky thought, a sly grin tugging at his lips.
He saw this situation as more than just meeting someone from the magic world; it was an opportunity to engage with a drop-dead gorgeous woman who was assessing his every move.
Her eyes weren't just piercing through his magical essence, they were also drinking in every inch of him, analyzing his every move, and he wasn't about to let that attention go to waste.
"So, Agatha, what do I have to say to get more of your time?" Ricky flashed a sleazy smile, one that usually got him what he wanted as Agatha chuckled softly, an amused smile playing at her lips.
"Isn't it obvious? You have to ask all the right questions,"Agatha teased, leaning in slightly, her gaze subtly looking down at him, as if she were already two steps ahead.
"Then let's get the obvious question out of the way, what is a stunning woman like you doing in a small-town bar like this?" Ricky asked, his voice smooth, though a amused glint lingered in his eyes.
Agatha raised an eyebrow just as the bartender shot Ricky a sharp glare, tossing his rag aside before storming off, clearly unimpressed with the exchange.
"You really don't hold back, do you?" Agatha mused, swirling her drink before taking a light sip, her red lipstick leaving a delicate mark on the rim of the glass.
"I can't waste even a second if I'm on your time," Ricky chuckled, flattering her in a lively attempt to steer the conversation back on track.
Agatha caught the hint, her interest piqued, and leaned in slightly, ready to engage with a humorous tone.
"Well, if you're so desperate to know, I'm here on business," Agatha teased, her eyes transforming into crescent moons, delight dancing within them as if getting ready to enjoy watching Ricky squirm under her playful scrutiny.
"Can I also be desperate enough to learn what that business is?" Ricky laughed heartily at her words, his expression completely unbothered, a carefree confidence radiating from him.
"Promise you won't tell?" Agatha leaned in, her whisper frisky as she leaned closer to Ricky, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"Cross my heart." Ricky replied, making the crisscross gesture over his chest while mirroring her lean as his teasing demeanor matched hers.
"I'm actually here for a story that involves the Vatican." Agatha said, glancing around before cupping a hand next to her lips to keep her words secure.
"Whoa, you're a reporter?" Ricky asked, leaning into her tone and playing along. Agatha nodded, her expression serious yet playful.
"In fact, I'm looking for any leads on a story I'm investigating. Have you heard anything?" Agatha inquired, casually picking some lint off Ricky's shirt before brushing it away, her fingers lingering slightly as they grazed his chest.
"You know what, I actually have." Ricky showed a shocked expression, Agatha eyes tuning in as she waited for him to finish.
"I heard there's a powerful witch here on behalf of her coven, and what's more, she's lying about who she is to a dangerously handsome man with the most upfront intentions," Ricky whispered back, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
Agatha's smile stiffened as Ricky seemed to see right through her facade as she slowly turned to face him again, a mixture of surprise and caution flickering in her eyes.
"But I'm the desperate one," Ricky finished with a playful grin, leaning back slightly as Agatha erupted into laughter, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
She glanced to the side, momentarily caught off guard by his boldness, but the lightness of the moment hung in the air between them.
"I see." Agatha nodded her head, looking over at Ricky before dropping the facade.
"Then let's consider your time for questions over; now it's my turn," Agatha declared, as a amused glint in her blue eyes that slowly corroded into a rich purple.
"But how about we talk about who you really are?" Agatha whispered, her voice planting seeds of temptation into his ear as the spell slowly trickled into him.
The intensity of her words caused Ricky's eyes to light up with a deep purple hue, captivated by her intriguing invitation.
"Baby, I want this to work, so I think I'll need some more honesty from you about why you're here." Ricky said, flicking his toothpick unconsciously as he leaned in, fully countering Agatha's charm.
The playful energy shifted slightly, and her spell seemed to redirect back at her, making the air between them crackle with tension.
"Isn't it obvious, I simply want to know how you disturbed the natural order of magic-"
"!" Agatha immediately stood up, clutching her throat as her voice faltered, stumbling backwards in surprise.
"Talk about ruining the moment," Ricky said with a smile, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he watched Agatha completely drop her facade, revealing a serious demeanor as she processed her mental manipulation being redirected.
Her hands were immersed in a swirling purple haze, eyes ablaze with deep violet, while her hair danced wildly in the air as if caught in an unseen wind.
The atmosphere crackled with raw energy, a powerful aura radiating from her as she embraced the intensity of the moment.
"How can you use or redirect witchcraft magic if you're not a warlock by birth?" Agatha's voice turned stern and cold as she fixed her gaze on Ricky, her intensity palpable.
He finished his drink with a casual nonchalance, then slid Agatha's drink towards himself, an amused grin playing on his lips as he met her piercing stare.
"No idea," Ricky boldly lied, a playful smirk on his face as he downed her glass without a hint of shame, popping the olive into his mouth with a carefree expression.
"Oh relax~" Ricky waved his hand dismissively, letting out a tired sigh as he massaged his forehead.
"I've already had a chaotic day, so can we skip the whole 'Tell me or else we'll fight' routine? I'd much rather have an actual conversation with a beautiful woman like yourself, rather than get into a full blown fight with someone as captivating as you." Ricky patted the seat next to him invitingly, dismissing any option of fighting out with their respective powers.
Agatha stood there with a wary gaze for a long moment, analyzing Ricky intently as the swirling purple light slowly dwindled from her hands.
"Fine, but our conversation will consist of questions and truthful responses. Deal?" Agatha said, taking a seat next to him, clearly setting the rules for their exchange.
"Why not, I'll go first. What kind of panties are you wearing right now?" Ricky asked with a sleazy smile, eager to test just how truthful this would be, only to have Agatha lean in close to his ear.
"I'm not wearing any." Agatha sensually whispered, and Ricky couldn't help but whistle at her boldness, his intrigue piqued as he leaned in rather than shying away.
"Now, how did you cause that disturbance?" Agatha asked, her curiosity evident as she leaned closer, eager to get to the heart of the matter.
"I just awakened magic, and then everything just happened," Ricky said, skirting around the full truth as Agatha rubbed her chin thoughtfully.
"Am I your type?" Ricky asked with a playful grin, his tone teasing as he leaned in slightly as Agatha let out a small laugh, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes as she considered his question.
"I'd be lying if I said no," Agatha replied, a mischievous smile curling at the corners of her lips.
With a graceful sway of her hand in the air, a drink began to materialize before them, the purple energy controlled to its utmost ability.
"How did you redirect my magic back onto me?" Agatha asked, her tone curious yet laced with intrigue, as a martini slowly levitated into her hand, the glass shimmering as if alive with the energy of her craft.
"It's my X-Gene," Ricky answered casually, watching as Agatha showed a flicker of surprise before taking a sip of her martini.
"What's your favorite sexual position-"
"Doggy." Agatha, without a hint of shame, interjected before he could finish.
"What's your view on witches?" Agatha asked, her tone shifting to a more serious note, probing into his thoughts with genuine curiosity.
"If they're all as breathtaking as you, then I love them," Ricky replied, seizing the opportunity to flirt as Agatha raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips.
"Now, for my last question: would you mind accompanying me back to my room?" Ricky asked, his tone playful as he reached into his pocket, only to realize that his key was missing.
Agatha then lifted her glass, downing it in one fell swoop, the smooth liquid disappearing with practiced ease.
She placed some change on the counter with a casual flourish, a confident smile dancing on her lips as she turned to Ricky.
"Yeah, why not," Agatha shrugged, a hint of stress evident in her demeanor as she regarded Ricky as nothing more than a relieving stress doll.
"You're cute enough, and I've been stressed with everything lately," Agatha admitted, her words cutting straight to the point, indicating that her interest leaned more toward his appearance than his personality before she dangled his room key in front of his face.
"Sweet," Ricky replied, unfazed by her honesty as he, too, had been under immense stress lately and saw this as a win-win scenario.
"Oh darling, let's see if you can keep that little cute smile after a couple of hours~," Agatha teased, side-eyeing him with a playful smirk.
Ricky felt a rush of heat, pitching a tent almost immediately at her daring tone as she swayed her hips in such a seductive way, leading him up the stairs.
"Or maybe you'll only last a couple of minutes~," Agatha winked at him, her voice dripping at the sensual challenge as Ricky responded with his signature sleazy smile,
"I'll guess you'll have to find out-"
*SNAP*
*BAM*
Immediately, Agatha snapped her fingers, and the door slammed shut with a resounding thud.
Before Ricky could fully comprehend the sudden shift, his clothes were swept away by a wave of purple magic, leaving them scattered carelessly on the floor.
At the same time, the bedsheets seemed to come alive, wrapping around Ricky's wrists and ankles, effortlessly dragging him onto the bed and securing him to the frame.
In a flash, his mouth was swiftly gagged, leaving him momentarily stunned and it was only after he finally registered the bizarre turn of events that Ricky looked around in bewildered curiosity.
*Muffled words*
"It's nothing against you, darling, but when I said you were my type, I meant your face and body, not that sleazy mouth of yours," Agatha revealed, a smirk dancing on her lips as she gazed down at him, momentarily surprised by the view.
"Well, it seems some came to play," Agatha teased, her eyes gleaming as she caught sight of Ricky's thick, fully erect shaft straining against his boxers.
"Now, let's see what we're working with-" Agatha, with a playful smirk, slowly pulled down his boxers, her gaze widening in awe at the sight of his meaty cock.
Ricky let out a muffled laugh at her frozen figure, suppressing the urge to brag as he couldn't help but shrug at Agatha's inquisitive glance as she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
*Snap*
Agatha's witch robes gradually morphed into a sleek dominatrix outfit, the black leather hugging her curves and leaving her breasts and pussy enticingly exposed.
"You know, Ricky, you've been a real bad boy," Agatha purred as she stepped onto the bed. She pulled out her black crop tool, trailing it seductively across his chest before letting it rest firmly at the tip of his cock.
'So this is what you're into-' Ricky attempted to muffle out his words, but the effort only made Agatha smile wider.
*Twack*
"Urgh." Ricky slightly grunted in pain as Agatha teasingly tapped the tip of his cock.
"Did I say you could talk?" Agatha tilted her head, tapping her crop against her free hand with a playful glint in her eyes.
*Gulp*
Ricky's mind unearthed a haunting memory of when he had followed a stunning woman into a dominatrix den.
Inside, he was unknowingly subjected to the kind of treatment most men in there would kill for, but for him, it became an unforgettable experience that left him wary of ever messing with a dominatrix again, until now.
Shaking her head, Agatha chuckled lightly as she rested her paddle against the tip of his cock only to see Ricky become quiet.
"Good boy," Agatha purred, licking her lips at his submissive attitude. R
Ricky wanted to stop there, but after taking in the sight of her smoking hot body, he quickly rejected those thoughts.
'See it through. My God, I have to see it through.' Ricky thought to himself, knowing that this drop-dead gorgeous woman was worth it as he knew that if he played it right he would get his chance to be in control; he just had to wait.
"Now, Ricky, good boys get treats, but bad boys-....well, they get punished." Agatha lightly moved the paddle around his cock, teasingly emphasizing her words.
Biting her voluptuous red lips, Agatha felt her pussy grow wet at the sight of him nodding eagerly as she squatted down.
Firmly gripping his cock, a smile danced on her lips as she sensed its slight twitch in her tight hold.
Bringing the tip of his cock to her glistening pussy lips, she teased him, smearing it across them and denying him entry, for now.
"You want it don't you~" Agatha teased him just as Ricky was on the verge of feeling the warmth of her insides.
'Oh, come on!' Ricky sighed inwardly, though he nodded. Agatha smirked, drawing her paddle down his chest once more.
"But only good boys get treats, and it wouldn't do you any good if I just gave you my sweet, tight treat." Agatha emphasized 'tight' winking at him as she continuously stroked her whip across his chest.
"Bark for me; let me hear that little growl of yours-" Agatha mused, pressing the tip of his cock right at the entrance of her warmth but keeping it at bay, teasing him with the promise of what he couldn't yet taste.
*WUFF*
Ricky didn't hesitate; he shamelessly barked, not giving Agatha a moment to register her own words.
"Good boy~" Agatha said, her smile widening as she squatted down further.
With a gentle movement, his tip parted her lips, allowing him to savor the feeling of being in control before a smile broke across his face.
'Wet to the touch.'
"Ah~" Agatha's pussy flushed around him as his tip entered her, the strength in her legs giving way as she sank down onto his cock.
*Gasp*
Agatha gasped, her breath escaping her as Ricky's cock penetrated deep into the depths of her flushed pussy, reaching places no one, not even herself, had ever touched before.
Ricky leaned his head back, acknowledging Agatha's earlier words; her tightness truly enveloped him, gripping his cock with a delicious intensity.
"Oh Ricky, you bad boy~" Agatha regained her composure, licking her lips as she slowly gazed down at Ricky's sleazy smile.
*Twack*
Without hesitation, Agatha slapped her paddle across his face, a small chuckle escaping her lips as she shivered at the pleasure of Ricky's cock filling her completely.
His face sharply turned to the side, a red mark beginning to form as he reeled in from the slap.
"Mmmmmm~" Agatha hummed softly, each of his flinches of pain sending shivers of pleasure through her.
*Twack*
Just as Ricky turned his head back after the slap, Agatha struck him again, this time on the other cheek.
"I never gave you permission to make me feel this way. Isn't that unfair~" Agatha chuckled, her free hand gliding across his toned chest as she traced her fingers over his abs.
"It's only right that I get my retribution; don't be too mad," Agatha said, looking back up at him as she adjusted to his overwhelming length deep inside her as Ricky shrugged his shoulders and winked in response.
"Oh such a carefree response, I'm going to have so much fun breaking you-"
*PFFFFFFFT*
Ricky burst into laughter, prompting Agatha to raise an eyebrow as she removed his gag for her curiosity.
"Why are you laughing?" Agatha asked, tapping her paddle against her palm with intrigue as her body twitched slightly at the subtle vibrations coursing through her sensitive form.
Ricky maintained his sleazy smile, his eyes gesturing toward his bound mouth as Agatha looked at him for a moment before snapping her fingers, signaling to release the hold on his mouth.
"Agatha, baby, if anyone is breaking then it's you." Ricky taunted, gazing down at her drooling pussy, which began to slick his abdomen with her sweet nectar.
"I lost my balance-"
"Oh no, you totally felt my-"
*Twack*
"No interrupting." Agatha slapped his face with her paddle once more, and Ricky massaged his jaw in response.
*Ahem*
"I lost my balance, but it's clear who the master is and who the slave is," Agatha said, tapping her paddle lightly on his head as he shook his head in defiance.
"If you were the master, would you really need to tie me up and stop me from making you shake with pleasure?" Ricky asked as Agatha laughed at his clear provocation but didn't back down.
"I'm sure I don't need to remind you that slaves are the ones who are bound and tied, while masters hold the paddles and whips," Agatha said, waving her paddle around and with a flick of her wrist, it briefly transformed into a whip, her eyes sparkling like crescent moons.
"But I'll let you suggest whatever you want, my little naive puppy." Agatha purred, a sly smile playing on her lips.
"I'd be more than happy to accept your foolish challenge." Agatha teased, fully aware of what he desired since it was so obvious.
"One round: whoever cums first loses, and no interruptions," Ricky proposed and Agatha rolled her eyes but maintained her arrogance.
"Fine, but when you lose, you'll be my dutiful little slave for the night," Agatha purred, fully aware that she was going to make him feel good in all the right ways.
"And if I win-"
*SLAP*
Ricky clenched his teeth as Agatha lifted her hips before slamming them down onto his girthy cock, her ass clapping together with a fierce rhythm.
"Oh honey, you're not winning~" Agatha laughed, leaning down as she slowly rode Ricky, her tongue tracing a path up his chest.
*Snap*
Agatha snapped her fingers before Ricky could speak, reapplying the gag to his mouth as her pussy slowly strutted along his cock.
"You have the perfect face, Ricky, and such a monster cock, but your mouth is a big problem, it never shuts up~" Agatha teased, licking her way down his chest until she reached his nipples, tenderly swirling her tongue while locking eyes with him.
"But we're going to fix you, I'm going to fix you~" Agatha hummed, her hands exploring his chest, fingertips gliding over his skin with deliberate slowness.
Her hips swayed aggressively against him, each movement a calculated dance of power and desire, pushing Ricky to the brink of control.
Agatha appeared unabashed, though her back glistened with sweat from taking his monstrous size in such a ferocious manner.
Despite the intense pleasure gripping her insides, she refused to reveal how Ricky's cock stirred her pussy to its core, even as waves of ecstasy spasmed through her.
Holding back her moans in a fierce demeanor, Agatha's pride refused to relent to Ricky, whom she viewed as nothing more than a novice.
Agatha's nails traced lightly down Ricky's abdomen, leaving faint marks in their wake as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear.
"I want to hear you beg for it, Ricky. Beg for what only I can give you," Agatha whispered lustfully before sitting up and tearing away the bindings of her sleek black leather, revealing her perfect breasts.
Playing with her own perky breasts in a hot, supple manner, Agatha rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, each motion igniting a fresh wave of pleasure between them.
"You like that, don't you?" Agatha teased, her voice husky with need while proning his release further.
"I know you crave it, crave me~" Agatha's hips rocked against Ricky's cock, reveling in the power she held over him and how he responded to her every touch and command.
Before she knew it, her breath quickened as her arousal surged, her slick warmth enveloping him as her pussy began to release its dominant nectar, coating his throbbing shaft.
However, Agatha's focus remained unbroken even as she sensed her climax approaching though wasn't afraid after seeing Ricky's neck strain in veins as he too approached the brink.
"Feel me~" Agatha urged, her voice husky with desire as she tilted her head back, getting caught up in her own words.
"Feel how you belong to me~" Agatha continued, controlling the pace as she teased and tested his restraint with every subtle shift of her body.
As her body bounced against his, her ass slapping against her thighs, Ricky's cock lodged itself deeper into Agatha, slowly driving her into a frenzied state.
*CLAP*
*CLAP*
*CLAP*
Her beautiful ass clapped against itself before slapping down onto Ricky's waist, her pussy clenching him tightly.
Her hands grabbed her own breasts, squeezing even tighter as her teeth gnawed on her lip while her eyes slowly twitched upwards.
"Feel it~" Agatha let out, the overbearing nature of it wilting into a soft moan.
"Ha~" Agatha moaned fully as she lowered herself down, his tip kissing her womb so delicately that it made her body shiver.
In that moment, Agatha forgot about the bet as her hips swayed back upward, revealing Ricky's cock completely drenched by her insides before she brought herself back down.
Agatha's body began to swell with pleasure, the sensations slowly building as his cock captivated her curiosity for what it could bring.
The heat coiled within her, an intoxicating blend of desire and urgency that coursed through her veins.
With each thrust, Ricky's cock pushed deeper, igniting a fire that spread from her core to the tips of her fingers.
Agatha's breaths came in quick bursts, each one more ragged than the last as she surrendered to the waves of ecstasy rolling over her.
Agatha began to grow increasingly aggressive, a smile of ecstasy playing on her lips as she laughed, arching her back upward, feeling the delicious pressure build within her.
"Yes, yes-" Agatha urged herself on, feeling that she was about to burst until her eyes suddenly shot open and shrunk.
Just then, she hovered tantalizingly above the tip of his cock, fully prepared to bring him over the edge.
However, the thought of the bet flickered in her mind, causing her eyes to shoot open in panic as she tried to pull herself away from his throbbing cock, but it was already too late.
The bedsheets around his wrists suddenly burst into flames as he reached forward just as Agatha pushed herself upward.
*CLAP*
"AH~" Agatha let out a screeching moan, her head jerking down to the sight of her own pussy enveloping him completely as she flushed with pleasure.
That overwhelming pleasure suddenly erupted from her as she gritted her teeth through the climax, his cock stirring deep within her insides.
"I-I-"
"Came? And you were such a bad girl~" Ricky finally spoke, straining to hold back as he hadn't even climaxed yet.
"N-No- "Agatha stuttered out, her once-overbearing demeanor slowly wilting under the realization of her own orgasm.
"And what's worse, I didn't even finish." Ricky's laugh resonated powerfully, his confidence soaring as he grabbed Agatha and flipped their positions with surprising strength.
"H-Ha~" Agatha wanted to retort, but as Ricky's hands traced along her body, amplifying the pleasure from her lingering orgasms, her words morphed into a soft, breathless moan.
Ricky trailed his hands upwards until he pinned her down, leaning closer until his lips brushed against her ragged breath.
"I'm going to have so much fun breaking you~" Ricky echoed her own words back to her, catching her lips before she could think to respond, then he slammed his cock deep inside her.
*THUMP*
The bedframe crashed against the wall as Agatha surrendered completely to Ricky's thrust, taking in all of his cock without a hint of restraint as he immediately lodged itself deep within her, filling her womb entirely.
However, Agatha couldn't even let out a moan; her muffled words were overwhelmed by Ricky's lips as her eyes fluttered upwards in bliss.
The taste of his tongue, combined with the intensity of her pleasure amplifying, left her feeling limp and malleable, utterly consumed by Ricky's skillful movements.
*THUMP*
*THUMP*
*THUMP*
The bedframe repeatedly slammed into the wall, resonating with the rhythm of Ricky's relentless thrusts, as his cock plunged in and out of her continuously slick pussy.
Each wave of pleasure surged higher than the last, overwhelming Agatha to the point where she could only surrender to another climax, her body completely under Ricky's control.
Words escaped her as ecstasy enveloped her, leaving her breathless and utterly at his mercy.
While entirely enveloped in her warmth, Ricky felt his balls tighten as he quickened his pace, thrusting deeply into the intoxicating flood of her arousal.
Each powerful movement drew him closer to the precipice of his own release, pushing him deeper into Agatha, who lay beneath him, surrendering to his every thrust.
With a final, aggressive motion, he pulled back slightly, savoring the moment before plunging back in, ready to unleash the overwhelming pleasure that surged within him.
*THUMP*
The wall behind them cracked under the intensity of their union as Ricky's cock erupted, filling Agatha's pristine pink walls with a warm coat of thick, white cum.
Each surge painted her insides, the warmth swirling within the depths of her womb, amplifying the pleasure that coursed through them both.
Agatha's body convulsed in waves of pleasure as her orgasm bloomed within Ricky's hold.
Her tongue ensnared by his, she felt utterly pinned down, her body surrendering to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her as the only reaction she could muster was the continuous spewing of her nectar.
*GASP*
"AH~" Agatha's lips were finally freed from Ricky's hold, and she gasped for breath, only to let out another moan as he released her hands.
Agatha shivered against Ricky's body, her eyes still glazed with desire as her hands wrapped around his back.
Ricky simply smiled, delivering soft kisses along her collarbone and leaving small marks in their wake.
"You're an animal~" Agatha breathlessly whispered, her voice ragged as she lay strung out beneath Ricky, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter.
"I thought I was a little puppy-"
*Huff*
*Huff*
"I take it back, you're a rabid dog." Agatha huffed between breaths, her hand gently patting his cheek.
Ricky's fingers instinctively went to his face, clutching her hand firmly against his skin, holding it there as he gazed down at her, a sly smile tugging at his lips.
"Then I guess it's my victory. However, I'm a gentleman," Ricky laughed, sitting up before grabbing her thighs.
With a swift motion, he flipped her over, keeping her perfectly skewered on his cock.
Agatha let out a breathless gasp, her body adjusting to the shift, her back arching beneath him as Ricky leaned down, pressing his chest against her back while she remained on all fours.
His breath was hot against her ear as his hands gripped her hips firmly, keeping her in place as he whispered,
"So we'll do it in your favorite position," Ricky's husky voice whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down Agatha's spine.
His hands slid slowly up her curvy body, tracing every inch until they rested on her perky breasts, squeezing them gently as his hips shifted against her.
She bit her lip, her body betraying her with every tremble as she adjusted to the rhythm he was setting, caught between his dominance and her own lingering pride.
"Ha~" Agatha moaned out, her breath hitching as a wave of pleasure surged through her body.
Ricky's fingers squeezed her nipples just right, twisting them lightly, sending electric pulses that made her arch further into his touch.
Every subtle movement amplified her sensitivity, her body betraying her desire as she melted under his control, unable to contain the soft gasps that escaped her lips.
"Ah~" Agatha moaned louder, her body trembling as Ricky's hips moved with deliberate slowness, each sway sending his cock deeper inside her.
She could feel the heat of his molten cum still swirling within her womb, every thrust stoking the fire that burned between them.
The sensation of him filling her so completely, coupled with the simmering pressure, had her teetering on the edge once more.
"You have the perfect face, Agatha, and such a tight pussy, but your mouth is a big problem, it never shuts up~" Ricky teased her further, his lips brushing against her ear as her soft, subtle moans filled the air.
He trailed gentle kisses from her earlobe down to her shoulder, each kiss making her body shudder in response.
Slowly, he released his grip on one of her breasts, his hand sliding up to tilt her chin toward him
"But we're going to fix you, I'm going to fix you~" Ricky repeated the words from earlier, his tone soft yet teasing as Agatha's body reacted instinctively, her eyes fluttering closed as she recognized the familiar taunt.
"You're really funny-AH!" Agatha was poised to deliver a snide remark, but before she could speak, Ricky thrust his hips deep into her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
She arched up instinctively, her breath hitching as the sensation overwhelmed her while Ricky kept his mouth still hovered on her ear.
"Now, Agatha, good girls get treats, but bad girls-....well, they get punished." Ricky continued to echo her words, his voice low and teasing, as he thrust her head into the sheets.
With each powerful movement, he reached for the nearby sheets, his intention clear as he bound her wrists, ensuring she was firmly anchored in place before grabbing the nearby paddle lying all by itself to the side.
"W-Wait-"
*TWACK*
"Ah~" Agatha betrayed herself with a soft moan, the sound escaping her lips despite her attempts to hold back.
One hand firmly held her head down onto the bed while amplifying the pleasure while the other swung the paddle.
"Did you just moan?" Ricky curiously asked, lightly tapping the paddle against her reddened cheek as Agatha shot him a horrified side-eye, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief at her own moan.
"N-No, I would never-"
"But, I never gave you permission to feel that way. Isn't that unfair?" Ricky sleazy smile raised alongside the paddle.
*TWACK*
"AH~"
*TWACK*
"AH~"
*TWACK*
"AH~"
Each swing of the paddle against her slowly reddening ass sent ripples of ecstasy coursing through her, intertwining pain and pleasure in a tantalizing dance that left her breathless and yearning for more.
The sharp stings ignited a fire within her, heightening her senses and drawing her deeper into the intoxicating mix of sensations that enveloped her.
With every impact, she felt herself slipping further into a state of bliss, craving the delicate balance of dominance and surrender that defined their encounter.
"You're such a bad girl~" Ricky hummed, restarting his thrusts as their hips collided fiercely, the gentle nature of their rhythm replaced by a fiercer approach.
"Ah-"
Just as his cock was fully submerged inside her, eliciting a moan from her lips, he brought the paddle down with a swift motion.
*TWACK*
"AH!" Agatha screeched out a moan, her eyes rolling back in bliss as an overwhelming wave of pleasure jolted through her.
The combination of Ricky's relentless thrusts and the sting of the paddle sent her spiraling into a state of euphoric abandon, leaving her gasping for breath and craving more.
Even the sharp impact of her ass being slapped echoing in the room amplified the pleasure coursing through Agatha, her body shivering desperately for more and deepening the intoxicating blend of sensations that enveloped them both.
Their dynamic shifted dramatically, Agatha becoming a ragdoll in Ricky's grasp as he treated her like nothing more than a plaything.
All she could do was respond with fervent moans, her body yielding to his every desire.
"AH~" Agatha let out a muffled moan, her head pinned to the bed as she suddenly erupted in a wave of climax, spraying her release onto Ricky.
He simply grinned, using her slickness as lubricant to thrust even deeper, pushing the boundaries as his cock started stretching her womb.
*THUMP*
"AH~"
*THUMP*
"AH~"
*THUMP*
"AH~"
Ricky slammed his hips into Agatha with relentless force, her body a limp rag doll beneath him while only letting out sloppy moans, completely consumed by the overwhelming pleasure he was inflicting.
The slick nectar oozed from her folds, a glistening testament to their wild encounter, pooling around them in a sticky mess.
With each thrust, the sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, a wet, and sloppy symphony.
As he leaned closer, he could feel the heat radiating from her body, the scent of their mingled arousal thick in the air.
The paddle was discarded, forgotten, as he fought to maintain her perfect arch, his hands gripping her hips with possessive intensity.
He could sense the pressure building within him, his balls tightening as he neared the edge.
With a final, brutal thrust, Ricky erupted, his cock spewing thick, hot cum deep into her womb.
Agatha's body responded with a shuddering gasp, her stomach inflating like a balloon as he filled her completely.
The mixture of his release and her own juices dripped down, creating a slick, chaotic mess between them.
"AH!" Agatha finally let out a desperate cry, her climax crashing over her in waves, leaving her breathless and vulnerable beneath his overpowering presence.
That eruption of heat washed over her psyche like a tidal wave, engulfing Agatha in a deluge of overwhelming sensations.
The brutal climax surged through her, crashing against her consciousness with such intensity that it felt like a shattering revelation of her own body's capabilities.
Each pulse of Ricky's release filled her, a primal introduction to motherhood that left her gasping and breathless.
In that moment, her mind spiraled into blissful oblivion, the world around her fading as her senses drowned in the ecstasy of their union.
*Huff*
*Huff*
*Huff*
Even in her unconscious state, Agatha let out soft, huffed pants, her body twitching with lingering sensations as Ricky slowly pulled out.
His release erupted from her worn, glistening folds, a warm cascade that pooled beneath her, marking the aftermath of their fervent encounter.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Ricky gazed down at his handiwork, a mix of pride and satisfaction flooding his chest.
He marveled at the sight of her, sprawled and blissfully vulnerable, the remnants of their passion glistening against her skin.
With tender care, he pulled the unconscious Agatha into his embrace, cradling her against him.
Her warmth seeped into him, and for a fleeting moment, he actually felt slightly relived to not sleep alone as he hugged his arms around her as her breathing slowly calmed down at the action.
Her head rested softly against his sweaty chest, the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing lulling Ricky into a sense of peace.
As he felt her warmth seep into him, his eyes slowly drifted closed, savoring the intimate moment.
Each gentle inhale of her breath filled him with a serene comfort, and as he succumbed to the embrace of sleep, a single thought flickered in his mind
'Thank you, God, for this dommy mommy.'
Author's Note: Tried something new with this one so tell me if I hit the mark or missed it and other things you'd like to see in smut.
Capítulo 78: Chapter 77: A Goal Towards Growth
Next Morning,
In a throne room, the interiors decorated with the most serene features one could ever see, still managed to take a back seat to a glorious golden throne.
On this throne sat Morgan leaning on her hand, gazing at Ricky standing on the luxurious floor beneath their feet.
"Oh for f*cks sake!" Ricky yelled, seeing this god forsaken hall once again along with the beautiful woman perched on the golden throne.
By now, reliving this dream felt like torture, as Ricky was always forced to watch the scene unfold however, this time, when he glanced around for Percival, he realized something.
Instead of Percival, Ricky saw that only he and the beautiful woman seated on the throne were present in the grand hall.
As he touched the surroundings, patting the objects around him and realizing his hands didn't phase through them, a lecherous smile crept across his face.
"Finally, I'm lucid for once." Ricky, thinking this was a dream, popped his collar as he walked toward the woman he had dreamt of countless times but could never touch, always finding her seated and just out of reach.
"Man, I swear, every time I had this dream, I always begged to be able to cup those balloons strapped to your chest-"
*BOOM*
*BAM*
A mere second later, Ricky was thrown into the wall, his eyes widening as the pain he felt within his own dreamscape was all too real.
"So this is the new Black Knight, almost a spitting image of Percival." Morgan raised a brow, observing his pervy behavior as, even when his eyes fluttered open, they immediately landed back on her chest.
"Ow~" Ricky slowly slid down the wall until his butt hit the floor, still gazing at Morgan's chest, who rolled her eyes at him.
"It seems you didn't inherit Percival's chivalry, but that doesn't matter." Morgan smirked, rising from her throne and slowly swaying toward him.
"What matters is that sword of yours." Morgan's eyes flashed green as she gazed at Ricky, who responded with a smile.
"Baby, if you wanted to play with my sword all you had to do was-" Ricky immediately took her offer as a suggestion for something else, only to be interrupted by a sharp glare.
"Listen to me young Black Knight" Morgan suddenly offered her hand, which glowed with a green light.
"Swear loyalty to me and serve your rightful queen, or die by my hands." Morgan's eyes dared him, and Ricky couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips into a smile.
"How exactly would I serve you, like in your chambers-" Ricky genuinely asked, only for his words to be interrupted once again.
"ENOUGH!" Percival appeared, ripping apart the dreamscape, as Morgan clicked her tongue and shot a glare down at Ricky.
"Brace yourself young Black Knight, for we shall meet again."
[Mission Received: Agatha Harkness.]
Difficulty: Medium
Character Sheet: S
Description: Agatha is a witch that governs over one of the most powerful witch covens in the world and has been around America since Salem. However, although Agatha is a woman of immense magical prowess and strength within her community, at times she becomes overwhelmed with stress and looks for ways to relieve it.
Objective: Help Agatha relieve her stress and give her a gift with it
Reward: 100,000
Main Mission:
Impregnante Once:
Choose: 150 Gacha or Agatha's Magical Powers
Impregnate Twice:
Rewards: 150 Gacha or Agatha's Proficiencies in Magic
Additional Missions:
Sleep with her within your first encounter with Agatha(Complete):
Reward: Legendary Coupon
Impregnate Agatha within her coven(Incomplete):
Reward: Legendary Coupon
Completely mind f*ck the witch who is known for her arts in mind control(Complete):
Reward: Legendary Coupon
Bonus Missions:
Turn the tables on her sadistic tendencies during any of your encounters.
Reward: 50,000 IP
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Overwhelm Agatha while she was in control(Complete):
Reward: Epic Armor Coupon
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*GASP*
"What the-" Ricky gasped awake, sitting up only to see Agatha putting on her clothes from the side.
"You were under a spell, do you need some time to recover?" Agatha asked as she put on her leggings, having witnessed Percival rip apart Ricky's dream right in front of him.
"Yeah, give me a minute." Ricky held up a hand, rubbing his head as he regained his composure.
'First, open the coupons.'
*Ding*
Received:
(Epic Armor) Lightbringer Shinguards: A radiant set of armor that glows with holy light. It is designed for Paladins and enhances their healing abilities, making them formidable support characters in the heat of battle.
- Effects: Increases any healing magic and or holy magic used when equipped.
(Legendary Skill) Ethereal Chains: The ability to create mystical chains that can bind or restrain targets. These chains could be unbreakable or possess other mystical properties though that is only up to the power embedded into these chains by the user.
(Legendary Skill) Ethereal Sanctuary: The ability to create a protective sanctuary that shields allies from harm. This sanctuary might be invisible or take on a specific form, providing a safe haven in the midst of battle.
Condition: Only the user's allies are able to take refuge in this Sanctuary and in doing so, are completely protected for up to an hour
Condition Two: The user is only able to use this skill once per day
'Alright, I guess I chose Agatha's magical powers.' Ricky thought about how this was only the second time he had ever picked powers over gacha, the morning sun shining down on his face.
*Ding*
Received Powers:
+25 Mana
(Innate) Witchcraft Energy: The ability to use the powers and energies related to witchcraft.
(Innate) Soul Manipulation: the supernatural power to interact with and control the intangible essence of a person's soul. Users of this ability can perform actions such as extracting, transferring, enhancing, or damaging souls, often possessing a profound understanding of the spiritual aspects that define an individual's identity.
(Innate) Magical Awareness: The user is able to sense magic and to be aware of anything that affects her and her surroundings.
(Innate) Mystic Resistance: The user has an innate resistance against the mystic arts due to their witchcraft magical prowess.
(Innate) Witch Sight: The user can see things beyond what normal humans can such as the aimless ones.
(Innate) Voice Manipulation: The user now has the ability to manipulate voices to sound like others.
Ricky gritted his teeth as he let out a deep breath as it felt as if his heart was expanding and confessing as Agatha's eyes snapped open.
'What is my status now?'
[Status]
Name: Ricky Luciano
Titles: Deadbeat, Royal Thug, Prodigal Son, Witch's Gigolo
Age: 15
Born: October, 27, 1918
Race: Human
Strength: 34 (Lower realm of Superhuman strength)
Stamina: 30 (Lower realm of Superhuman.)
Vitality: 36 (Lower realm of Superhuman.)
Agility: 28(Above peak adult male)
Dexterity: 32(Lower realm of Superhuman strength)
Intelligence: 7 (You've grown but that doesn't mean your not an Idiot)
Mana: 30→55 (Middle realm of Superhuman.)
Charm: 31 (Your charm is at the peak of humanity and at the cusp of superhuman)
Appearance: 32 (A superhuman appearance that transcends humans.)
'Wait, I'm a Gigolo-'
"You." Agatha lunged toward him, her curiosity overshadowed by something deeper as her hands grasped his chin and turned his face toward her.
Her eyes glowed purple while Ricky smiled, captivated by her bouncing, perky breasts.
"Me." Ricky caressed her hips, momentarily forgetting about his problems in the heat of his lust.
However, as Ricky played with her body, Agatha was completely oblivious, her eyes confirming something that should have been impossible.
"So, we're not going to talk about how you're a witchkin now?" Agatha spoke up, squinting as she positioned herself on top of Ricky to catch his full attention.
"Can we have a little fun first?" Ricky asked until Agatha rested her hand on the shaft of his cock and squeezed tightly.
"Darling, putting aside how such a high-tier dream spell was cast on you, I need to know how you became a warlock." Agatha squeezed, and not in a good way, causing Ricky to clench his teeth while raising his hands in surrender.
"Something just awoke within me after we did the dirty, I swear," Ricky said, sort of lying, as Agatha's eyes lit up in purple, only to become even more confused.
"How are you telling the truth-"
*Knock*
*Knock*
"Uh Slick, we have a problem." Chores knocked on the outside of his door, prompting Ricky to frown.
"Can it wait?" Ricky asked, considering there was a busty beauty literally grabbing his cock while perched on top of him.
"Abraham's gone." Chores' voice came through the door as Ricky let out an aggrieved sigh.
"Give me 20-no, 30 minutes." Ricky started to speak, intending to say twenty, but Agatha pointed her thumb up, interrupting him.
"Whatever." Chores let out an aggrieved sigh before walking away.
Agatha raised an eyebrow at this but then pressed the tip of his member against her pussy lips, kissing the tip of his cock before sliding down onto it.
"Ah~"
30 minutes later,
*Huff*
*Huff*
*Huff*
Ricky was huffing out breaths of air as Agatha let out a refreshed sigh, lightly patting his chest after literally draining him dry for the last thirty minutes.
"So, how do you know Abraham?" Agatha finally asked, walking off the bed and grabbing a tissue to wipe away the oncoming flood.
After she finished, she snapped her fingers, and a black dress materialized around her.
"He was supposed to teach me magic, but now that I've got a busty witch, I think I'll be just fine." Ricky flashed a toothy smile, only to watch her cackle with laughter at how ridiculous his words sounded.
"Darling, back in the day, Abraham was the strongest mortal magic core user and was said to be at the pinnacle of his craft," Agatha suddenly revealed, surprising Ricky since to him he looked nothing more than a homeless bum.
"He was that strong?" Ricky asked as Agatha tossed his pants at him while nodding.
"Not only that, but even some deities within the magic realm feared his potential." Agatha said, then sat on the edge of the bed.
"I can teach you everything you need to know about witchcraft, but compared to Abraham, even as the most powerful witch, I'm severely lacking." Agatha explained, considering how she would feel if she were in his position.
"What happened to him, he can't even-"
"No one knows." Agatha let out a small sigh and shrugged, leaning back while looking up at the ceiling.
"One day, the Van Heislings were finally on the verge of slaying Dracula, and the next, Abraham became the last of his kin," Agatha said, recalling the day Abraham turned into a hollow shell of his former self, as the Van Heilslings didn't hide the fact that Dracula had been plaguing them for centuries.
"The next time I saw Abraham, he was but a mere hollow shell of his former." Agatha side-eyed Ricky, speaking highly of Abraham and looking a little disappointed that Ricky didn't share her views.
"There are many theories but the only thing that is confirmed is that Abraham had his heart and core ripped out by Dracula who now uses it as a conduit." Agatha finished her explanation of everything she knew, then stood up as a purple portal appeared.
"Here." Agatha flashed a small smile and threw a purple necklace at him.
"Whenever you want to learn about your fellow witches and warlocks, imbue your innate magic into it until it breaks." Agatha waved, swaying her hips in a way that made Ricky's eyes follow her from side to side.
"What if I want to use it for a good time?" Ricky asked, only to see Agatha pause at the helm of the gates.
"I'll find you, darling," Agatha winked at him, her small smile turning lustful before stepping into the portal.
Ricky bit his knuckle, his eyes glued to the beautiful curve of her ass as he shook his head.
"God, the women here are so goddamn hot," Ricky thought, shaking his head as he put on his clothes and walked out of the room, the orb still pointing in a random direction.
'It's unfortunate but you won't be able to run Abraham.'
3 hours later,
Meanwhile in the city of Aprilia Italy,
Abraham stood on a train car, looking out the window while rubbing his eyes as he had left the tavern after sleeping for five hours and had spent the rest of the time on the train.
"Sorry kid, but you're better off with that witch-" Abraham let out a light sigh, gazing out at the beautiful scenery.
"I don't know about that; she said you were the best, after all." Ricky spoke from the side, causing Abraham to freeze and slowly turn his head, revealing a horrified expression.
"Hello," Barko said as he hopped into the seat next to Abraham before moving around.
"Hello, Abraham." Chores nodded, following Ricky as he sat in the aisle seat to block any chance of escape while Ricky took the seat in front of him.
"So, where are we headed?" Ricky asked curiously, pulling the ticket out of his shirt pocket.
"Young Ricky seems to be in a state of distress." Alexander noted, and Ricky nodded as Percival floated above them.
"Ah, Aprilla, I've had many battles here." Percival recollected, with Alexander nodding in agreement.
"H-How did you-"
"I have my ways, Abraham." Ricky chuckled as Henry landed on Abraham's head and tilted his head.
Abraham wore an ugly expression, feeling like Ricky was a flea he couldn't swat away no matter how hard he tried.
"I'm not teaching you-"
"Yes, you are." Ricky quickly corrected himself just as Alexander delivered a swift hit to his neck as if trying to kill a fly swarming at his neck.
"You want another teacher already? What about us?" Alexander asked in frustration, and Percival didn't need to speak to understand his words.
"You shouldn't be so hasty about learning so much at once," Percival said as Ricky merely shrugged though Abraham thumped his head against the chair in exasperation.
"Why do you even want me to teach you magic when I can't even use it?" Abraham questioned, playing his last card, but Ricky wasn't buying it.
"I already know you had magic before it was ripped away by Dracula," Ricky said, watching as Abraham's eyes dropped in sadness.
"I-"
*SIGH*
"Fine, you want the truth, kid? The real truth?" Abraham said, looking up at Ricky, whose expression read 'finally.'
"Yes, I mean it feels like you've been keeping this story all to yourself, and I'm curious as to why. From what Agatha said about you, at one point, you were able to kill Dracula, and then the next, you lost." Ricky pressed, watching as Abraham covered his mouth while rubbing his prickly beard before turning his gaze back to him.
"I always see that day whenever I close my eyes." Abraham whispered, shutting his eyes as the images replayed on his eyelids like a projector.
"On that day, I was sure I would free the Van Helsing name, and everyone who shared my curse believed it too." Abraham said, his gaze distant as the image of over thirty people huddled before a mysterious castle flickered in his mind's eye.
"We stormed Dracula's castle, and although some of us fell, we outnumbered him ten to one," Abraham's voice trembled, recalling the next scene with a haunting clarity.
"In our last battle, I destroyed his magic core, forcing him into a corner. I thought-....I thought that if I kept pushing, we'd finally be free." Abraham said, his voice heavy with regret, as the next scene unfolded, threatening to bring tears to his eyes.
"We should've known that Dracula wouldn't play by our rules. When he retreated towards his throne room we arrived soon after to the sight of all of our loved ones already there, chained and bound." Abraham continued, the smile on Ricky's face fading completely.
"Before the battle even started, as we were breaching the gates, Dracula discovered where we were hiding the non-combatants and kidnapped the ones he hadn't already killed." Abraham said, his words heavy with sorrow. His hands trembled as the haunting images flashed in his mind, each one more vivid than the last.
"Then he shattered our morale by transforming them into ghouls before our very eyes. My cousins rushed to save them, only to fall into his trap." Abraham's voice trembled with anguish, and Ricky felt a jolt of realization strike him like a thunderclap.
"Corpse-"
"Corpse explosion, the only members still alive were my son and daughter-in-law," Abraham said, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his cheeks.
The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, a painful testament to the loss that haunted him.
"My whole life, I always thought about the greater good. It was all I ever preached," Abraham said, his voice trembling as he raised his shirt to reveal the jagged scar etched across his chest.
"But when I saw the last of my family blown to bits and my son bound before me, I cracked." Abraham uttered as the raw emotion in his voice shattered the façade he had built, exposing the deep scars of his past.
"I f*cking cracked." Abraham slightly broke down that stubborn facade, each word resonated with the weight of his shattered world, a haunting reminder of that fateful day.
"It was stupid but I made a deal with Dracula, in return for giving my core that he would let my son go and-"
"He didn't follow through, did he?" Ricky ventured, his voice a soft whisper in the heavy silence that enveloped them.
Abraham remained quiet, his gaze fixed downward, the weight of unshed memories pressing down on him.
Tears streamed faster down his cheeks, each one a testament to the pain and loss that had haunted him for so long.
"Not only did he break his promise, but he tortured them both to death right in front of me," Abraham said, his voice low and trembling with suppressed anger.
"And just when I thought my misery would end, he ripped out my own son's heart... and put it inside me." Abraham's hand clenched tightly over the scarred skin above his heart, the pain of the memory still fresh in his mind.
"He knew-....he knew that I wouldn't be able to end it all if I had my son's heart," Abraham muttered, his voice barely audible, as if the weight of the confession was crushing him.
In that moment, he seemed like an entirely different person, broken and vulnerable.
Ricky looked at him in silence, unable to muster even a hint of sarcasm or humor, the gravity of Abraham's pain too overwhelming to mock.
"That day, I lost everything. I went from the most powerful magic user to the most pathetic," Abraham admitted, his voice hollow as he took out his flask again, swallowing his sorrows with another long drink, the weight of his past pressing down on him.
"I should've waited-...made sure my loved ones were safe before acting. I should've been stronger, but I was too eager and stupid," Abraham muttered, his voice cracking under the weight of regret.
His broken facade slowly reformed into the familiar mask of the alcoholic, as he drowned himself in his flask, numbing the pain that gnawed at him relentlessly.
"I'll only end up failing you, kid. That's what I do best," Abraham muttered, slumping in his seat, his eyes distant and heavy with self-loathing.
Ricky frowned, watching the man who once seemed completely uncaring to anyone's words crumble under the weight of his own.
In that moment, Ricky saw a reflection of his future self in Abraham as the more he tried to deny it, the clearer the vision became, a haunting glimpse of what he could become if he never left New York.
The weight of that realization pressed heavily on Ricky's chest, the fear of reverting to who he once was frightening him more than the prospect of dying in that very moment.
Change is hard, the hardest part being the constant struggle to keep moving forward, even when climbing the mountain seems impossible.
Sometimes, you will stumble back down, but it is how you keep getting up and pushing toward the summit that defines who you are.
A sudden, seemingly foolish thought bloomed in Ricky's mind and yet, as ridiculous as it felt, he knew he couldn't return to New York without proving to himself that he wouldn't end up like Abraham.
The fear of failure and self-destruction loomed, but he was determined to overcome it and with slight breath, he faced Abraham/
"Help me hone my core magic, and I'll help you kill Dracula," Ricky said, his voice firm and unwavering.
For the first time in his life, Ricky was committing to an uncertainty he wasn't sure he could overcome.
But this time, he was willing to face the unknown, no matter the outcome.
"And I'm supposed to believe that? How do I know you won't just run off after I teach you everything, leaving me to face Dracula alone?" Abraham asked, his voice laced with skepticism.
Ricky paused, thinking for a moment as the question was fair, and trust wasn't something easily given, especially after what Abraham had been through.
"Because I don't want to wind up like you when I finally go back home," Ricky replied, his voice steady as Abraham frowned.
Abraham's situation felt eerily similar to his own, and the thought of becoming a reflection of that future, lost and broken, actually started to terrify him.
It was a motivation as strong as any, pushing him to seek a different path, one that would force him to grow rather than take the easy route.
Ricky knew that facing challenges head-on was the only way to avoid the fate that loomed over him like a shadow.
Abraham looked at Ricky, feeling a deep-seated resentment for the young man who reminded him so painfully of what he once was before he lost it all.
It was as if Ricky represented the life he had squandered, the potential that had slipped through his fingers.
But in that bitterness lay a flicker of hope; if he could redeem Ricky, perhaps he could find a way to redeem himself as well as his heart steadied at the thought, grappling with the duality of his feelings.
"Fine, but I still don't trust you," Abraham said, holding out his hand as Ricky grabbed it firmly, a grin breaking across his face.
"Me neither." Ricky laughed, officially gathering his third teacher, and with it, a chance to forge a new path.
"Then let's go hunt a vampire."
3 months later,
In the brisk of night, a cool breeze swept through the air, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and distant echoes of nocturnal life.
"Are you sure about him?" Ricky asked, watching as Abraham nodded and slipped on a familiar cross-like necklace.
Abraham had actually swiped this from Father Sebastian before his departure, unable to resist the allure of such a powerful artifact.
"I don't know, but we'll find out," Abraham murmured, determination glinting in his eyes as he stood up, glancing back at Barko, who was still savoring his food.
"Come on, Barko, you're with me." Abraham led the way, striding purposefully toward the man seated across the way, a young girl sitting nearby.
Barko quickly shifted gears, transforming into a playful, lovable dog as he bounded over to the girl, tail wagging and eyes sparkling with mischief.
He playfully nudged her leg, eliciting a delighted laugh as she reached down to pet him.
Meanwhile, Abraham leaned in closer to the man, his voice low and steady as the man fidgeted, unable to meet Abraham's gaze, his eyes darting nervously around him.
Over the past three months, Ricky had immersed himself in the intricate world of magic, steadily unraveling its mysteries.
Each day had brought new lessons, each encounter deepening his understanding of spells, incantations, and the delicate balance that governed the arcane arts.
Learning magic was an entirely different beast compared to practicing with the sword or bow; it compelled Ricky to confront his greatest challenge, his own mind.
Magic demanded that he learn, understand, and strategize, placing his mental acuity at the forefront of every endeavor.
This mental rigor not only expanded his knowledge but also catalyzed profound personal growth, pushing him beyond his previous limits and forcing him to transform into a more capable and introspective individual.
Intelligence: 7→12
Ricky's mind was finally beginning to flourish, each breakthrough in his magical studies contributing to a steady enhancement of his cognitive abilities.
With every spell he mastered and every incantation he practiced, he felt a newfound clarity and sharpness taking root within him.
All the while, he continued to hone his skills with the sword and bow. His swordsmanship had evolved from that of a common beginner to an uncommon level of proficiency, a significant leap in skill.
Meanwhile, his archery had blossomed into a rare expertise, allowing him to hit targets with precision that few could match.
Alexander and Percival were strikingly similar in their dedication to training Ricky, yet their approaches to combat were vastly different.
Percival, a master swordsman, excelled in direct confrontations, his skills far surpassing Alexander within the realm of the sword.
This expertise made him the natural choice for Ricky's swordsmanship training.
However, Percival's method was not to impose his own style; rather, he aimed to help Ricky discover and cultivate his own unique fighting technique.
In contrast, Alexander's brilliance lay in his strategic mind, honed through years of leadership as a general.
His teachings extended beyond mere weaponry and hand-to-hand combat; he focused on how to navigate the complexities of battle itself.
Alexander imparted lessons on situational awareness, teaching Ricky how to respond effectively to various scenarios and claim victory against overwhelming odds.
Through this comprehensive training, Ricky learned to maneuver with all the tools at his disposal, blending tactical insight with his growing martial skill.
Amidst all this, Abraham's approach to magic training emphasized the importance of integration rather than domination.
He believed that magic should enhance Ricky's fighting style, filling in the gaps of his other skills rather than overshadowing them.
While Alexander and Percival concentrated on offensive capabilities, Abraham shifted Ricky's magical focus toward defensive tactics and supportive spells.
By honing Ricky's ability to use magic for protection and assistance, Abraham aimed to create a well-rounded fighter.
This perspective not only diversified Ricky's combat strategies but also empowered him to adapt to various challenges, making him a more formidable opponent on the battlefield.
Initially a poor learner, Ricky faced numerous challenges in his magical studies.
However, with Abraham's patient guidance and unwavering support, he gradually transformed into a competent practitioner.
Not only did he become proficient in the basic uses of magic, but he also learned to control elemental forces.
This newfound mastery culminated in the development of his skill: (Uncommon Skill) Elemental Control.
"This isn't going to work," Chores said, his expression disgruntled as he stood there dressed entirely as a mime, complete with white face paint and a black-and-white striped shirt as the absurdity of the situation weighed heavily on him.
"I concur; this plan seems ludicrous," Percival added, hovering just above Ricky, his arms crossed in disapproval as his tone dripped with skepticism, clearly unamused by the unfolding antics.
"No, don't listen to them, young Ricky. This plan of yours is sound and will come to fruition," Alexander said, patting Ricky's shoulder with an approving gaze as his encouragement bolstered Ricky's confidence, igniting a spark of determination within him.
"Hey, you were the one who drew the short straw, so stop complaining and don't mess this up," Ricky retorted, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he glanced at the brutish-looking Chores.
With a resigned sigh, Chores stepped into the road, preparing to begin the peculiar performance that lay ahead.
*Pffft*
Ricky couldn't contain his laughter as Chores began his mime act in the bustling square.
The contrast between Chores' imposing stature and his exaggerated, silent gestures was both absurd and captivating.
As the hulking figure moved with unexpected grace, the curious onlookers started to gather, their faces lighting up with intrigue.
"KILL!"
"Arck." Ricky let out a grunt, a slight twinge of pain shooting through his skull as he pressed a hand against his head.
The sword at his side vibrated ominously, responding to the disturbance as Percival, hovering above, frowned at the unsettling display, his concern palpable.
"KILL!"
"KILL!"
"KILL-"
"One more kill out of you, and I swear I won't ever unsheathe you again," Ricky whispered hatefully to the sword residing in his mind.
"....."
Ricky glanced down at his troubled sword, which thirsted for blood with an insatiable hunger, like a father grappling with the bitter truth about the truth that his innocent daughter was nothing but a common whore.
The ebony blade's craving intensified with every life not taken and every drop of blood not spilled, a cruel consequence of its dark nature.
Each moment he resisted its call felt like a weight pressing against his sanity, a reminder that failure to quench the blade's thirst could send his psyche spiraling into chaos.
With a flicker of resentment, Ricky glared at the sword as its relentless demands gnawed at him, twisting his thoughts and taunting his sense of control.
Even when he wielded the sword, he felt like a puppet strung along by an insidious force, and the more he fought against it, the stronger its grip became.
At the dead of night, the sword would suddenly lodge itself and vibrate in his hand, jolting him awake, and its persistent restlessness was starting to infuriate him.
Each time it throbbed, Ricky could feel the blade's insatiable hunger reverberating through his bones, almost begging him to kill and quench its thirst for blood.
He couldn't shake the curiosity about the enigmatic woman he had learned was Morgan le Fey, the half-sister of King Arthur.
Yet, despite his pressing questions, Percival remained tight-lipped as the only response Ricky ever received was a cryptic promise: 'When it is time, I will tell you everything'.
It was frustrating, but Ricky decided to leave it at that, knowing he had to focus on his training and the battles ahead, even as the mysteries of his past and the sword's true nature loomed over him like a storm cloud.
"We'll kill some vampires, so calm down and be a good bloodthirsty sword," Ricky muttered, tapping the sword's handle with a mix of irritation and resolve.
He peeked across the bustling street, spotting Barko skillfully leading the seemingly hypnotized girl away, his charm working wonders.
Meanwhile, he caught sight of Abraham, steadying his grip on the crossbow, his expression a blend of focus and determination.
"TO ME, MY GHOULS!" The vampire screeched, a high-pitched wail that echoed through the night as it hurled Abraham to the other side, sending him crashing into a nearby fruit stall.
Ripe oranges and apples tumbled to the ground, splattering juice across the cobblestones as the stall collapsed under the sudden impact.
"Dammit!" Ricky rushed forward, unsheathing his sword with a swift motion, the blade gleaming ominously in the dim light.
He could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him as he prepared to face the vampire, whose eyes glinted with malevolence.
With a feral snarl, the vampire leaped onto the roof of a nearby building, flames gathering beneath its feet as he rushed forward.
'Come on!' Ricky cheered himself on, feeling his flying training improve as he was lifted into the air, the ledge drawing closer.
"I DID IT-Ah~" Ricky cheered, but his triumph quickly turned to pain as he banged his knee against the ledge of the building, causing him to stumble forward.
"YOUNG RICKY TO YOUR RIGHT!" Alexander yelled from his shirt pocket, his voice filled with concern as he saw Ricky clutching his knee.
*CLING*
Ricky instinctively swung his sword, his reflexes kicking in as Alexander let out a startled screech as the vampire turned its gaze toward them, a predatory glint flashing in its eyes.
"It's you!" The vampire's grin widened as it took in Ricky's black knight attire, its eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and hunger.
"Have we met or something?" Ricky narrowed his eyes, curiosity mingling with defiance as the vampire attempted to push his claws further into him.
The ebony blade, however, stood resolute, acting as the sole barrier against the attack as its dark sheen shimmered, absorbing the malicious intent of the vampire's assault.
"Dracula has put a bounty on your head." The vampire's eyes glinted with greed as he surveyed Ricky, viewing him as nothing more than a prized bounty.
"Oh yeah, how many untainted virgins did he offer?" Ricky kicked the vampire away, creating a momentary distance between them as he steadied himself, the ebony blade raised defensively before him.
Ricky smirked, his bravado evident as he tossed the question out, feigning nonchalance.
The vampire paused, a flicker of surprise crossing its face, momentarily taken aback by his words.
"Thirty-five. How did you know about the reward? It's only talked about in the vampiric circle." the vampire replied, a mix of surprise and suspicion in its voice.
Ricky tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips as he realized he had hit the nail on the head.
"Huh, would you look at that?" Ricky mused, a mix of surprise and amusement flickering across his face.
"Anyways, why are Dracula's vampires in Germany?" Ricky asked, probing for the information that Abraham had been eager to uncover.
The vampire's expression shifted, the playful banter giving way to a more serious tone as it contemplated the question.
"What does it matter? You-"
*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*
The vampire was poised to unleash a snide remark, but before the words could escape his lips, Ricky engulfed himself in flames, a display of his pyrokinesis that sent the vampire screeching in agony.
Desperate to escape the searing heat, the vampire attempted to retreat, only to collide with Ricky's force field.
"AHHHHHHHH!" The vampire let out a bone-chilling scream as Ricky, with a swift and precise motion, sliced through both of his legs in a single fell swoop.
The once-menacing creature collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony, his severed limbs pooling crimson against the cobblestone.
"Alright, you got two options." Ricky forcefully slammed his foot onto the vampire's back, pinning him to the ground.
He rested the bloodthirsty sword on his shoulder, a menacing grin spreading across his face as he surveyed the crippled vampire.
"Either I can make your last moments filled with excruciating pain, or we can save all this trouble and I can send you off with one clean slash to the head." Ricky declared, his tone laced with a chilling calmness.
The vampire's eyes widened in fear as he bit his lip, weighing the grim options presented before him.
"C-Can I-"
"No, you have to make the decision right now." Ricky spoke, decisively stomping out any chance the vampire had to consider his options as Alexander shook his head from his shoulder.
"Save yourself some trouble young Ricky, he won't-"
"I don't know much, but all I know is that it's called Weapons Plus!" The vampire blurted out, panic creeping into his voice.
But before he could finish, a blood-curdling scream escaped his lips as Ricky plunged the sword into his heart, silencing him forever.
The light faded from the vampire's eyes, leaving only the darkness of the night to bear witness to the brutal conclusion.
However, instead of meeting a quick end, the vampire's eyes fluttered open to a calm eyed Ricky who stood over him, sword still poised and ready.
"I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING I KNOW, YOU SAID-" The vampire screeched at Ricky, his voice dripping with hatred as he hurled insults and curses, Ricky, unfazed, merely shrugged.
"Yeah, but this sword keeps rambling on about torture, blood, and killing, so I thought I'd pacify it here rather than later." Ricky remarked, his voice dripping with dark humor as he relentlessly stabbed the vampire beneath him, who screamed in agony.
The night was filled with the sound of metal meeting rotten flesh, echoing through the rooftops.
After three long minutes of torment, the vampire finally faded into obscurity, and Ricky felt a sense of satisfaction as the ebony blade quieted, its thirst temporarily sated.
With a swift motion, he sheathed the sword and hopped off the building as Abraham, grumbling softly, massaged his old joints as he rose to his feet, the weariness of battle evident in his movements.
"They're involved in something called 'Weapons Plus,'" Ricky informed Abraham, who frowned in thought while rubbing his chin.
"I haven't heard of it, but good work," Abraham replied, nodding in approval and just then, Barko strolled over to them.
"Should I tell Chores that he's good to go?" Barko asked, glancing toward Chores, who was surrounded by a captivated crowd, fully immersed in his miming performance.
"Nah, I saw him practicing for so long, so we should let him have his moment," Ricky replied with a grin, nudging Abraham playfully.
Abraham chuckled, the tension from earlier melting away as they watched Chores revel in the spotlight, clearly enjoying the attention and the art of performance.
2 hours later,
"So I mimed for another two hours, and you already finished after five minutes!" Chores shouted, flinging his black beret onto the ground in frustration as they entered the dimly lit bar.
"Whoa there, big guy, that's not how a mime should act." Ricky teased, raising his hand to calm him down, while Barko turned away, trying to suppress his laughter.
*Sigh*
"I need a barrel to drown away this embarrassment," Chores sighed, shaking his head in exasperation as he strode past them, making a beeline for the bar and Barko trailed closely behind, sharing a knowing grin.
"Your six," Alexander whispered, his voice barely audible as Ricky subtly shifted his gaze toward Abraham, who caught on without a word as Ricky straightened, taking a cautious step forward.
"No need to be afraid, gentlemen. I'm only here to talk." The man said, his tone calm yet firm. The man in the corner of the bar, a shadowy figure cloaked in a dark coat, immediately sensed he'd been detected.
He raised his hands in a gesture of peace, a smirk creeping onto his face as he assessed the room.
Abraham and Ricky approached a booth where a man sat dressed in a fine suit, a fedora tilted low over the upper half of his face.
As they took their seats, the man greeted them with a warm smile, lifting his head just enough to reveal a pair of piercing eyes glinting with mischief.
"Kid, don't listen to anything he says," Abraham warned, his scowl deepening as he glared at the devilishly sharp man across the table.
The man, unfazed, shifted his attention to Ricky, a sly smile playing on his lips.
"Now, now, don't let him discourage you." The man said, his voice smooth and enticing.
"I am-"
"A piece of sh*t." Abraham finished the man's words before he could, resulting in his eyebrow twitching with disdain.
"I am-"
"Known by many names, most commonly as a demon, Satan, but I prefer to go by Mephisto," Abraham rolled his eyes, his irritation palpable as he completed Mephisto's self-introduction with a sarcastic flourish
"Never heard of you," Ricky remarked coolly, leaning back in his seat, the polished black armor of the Black Knight glinting faintly in the dim light of the bar.
"Then I've done a splendid job." Mephisto replied, his voice smooth and enticing.
"Since in my line of work, we tend to hide in the shadows." Mephisto raised the edge of his smile, his eyes locking onto Ricky with an intensity that sent a shiver down the young knight's spine.
"I have information-"
"We're good." Abraham interjected, drawing Mephisto's gaze away from Ricky and onto him.
"Oh Abraham, do you think so little of me?"
"Yes."
Abraham took a swig from his flask, his disdain evident as he regarded the man before him, convinced that even the lowest scum had more integrity than this figure in front of him.
"Listen, kid. He's here because, in short, he wants your soul." Abraham warned, gesturing towards Mephisto, who raised his hands in mock surrender.
"Guilty as charged; I do want both of your souls," Mephisto admitted, uncaring in his shamelessness for their souls to belong to him for eternity.
"However, I'm willing to part with valuable information for a worthy price, items of significance." Mephisto gestured towards the two, while Abraham frowned, rummaging through his coat, and Ricky began scanning his inventory for anything of worth.
Ricky, glancing at the trinkets in his inventory, hesitated before pulling out a particular item he hadn't used before.
A blue pendant glimmered in the dim light of the bar, its intricate design catching the eyes of both Abraham and Mephisto.
"May I inquire as to what that object is?" Mephisto asked, a spark of curiosity lighting up his eyes.
Despite its appearance as a simple pendant, he could sense the intricate carvings held secrets of a civilization he had yet to encounter.
"It's a pendant that contains the knowledge of the ancient civilization known as Cortaj," Ricky replied, waving it in the air.
Mephisto's eyes gleamed with greed, the allure of untapped wisdom igniting a hunger within him.
"That will suffice-"
"Only for some information." Ricky pulled the pendant back, a cautious glint in his eyes, causing Mephisto to frown.
The demon narrowed his gaze, suspicion flickering across his face as he assessed the young warrior's hesitation.
"Then what do you think is adequate?" Mephisto gestured, his voice smooth yet tinged with impatience as Ricky paused, contemplating his next move carefully.
"By the way, Percival," Mephisto continued, shifting his attention to the spectral knight hovering nearby.
"How is your descendant faring as the new Black Knight?" Mephisto surprised Ricky by acknowledging the presence of the ghost of the first Black Knight, a feat few could manage.
Percival, however, responded with a scowl, clearly unimpressed by the demon's casual tone.
"Do not be intimidated; he does not know of your identity," Percival interjected, preemptively crushing any bridge that might form between them as Ricky tilted his head in confusion, sensing the underlying tension.
"Do you two know each other?" Ricky asked, his curiosity piqued. Mephisto's grin widened, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes as he leaned back, clearly enjoying the unfolding drama.
"Of course I know Percival, we've made many deals back in the day." Mephisto politely smiled as Ricky looked up at Percival who sighed.
"Even I have made a deal with Mephisto." Alexander popped out of Ricky's shirt pocket, and Mephisto's eyes widened as he gazed at the gerbil before immediately recognizing him.
"Alexander!" Mephisto exclaimed, a look of genuine surprise crossing his face as he stood up and tugged the small creature off Ricky's shoulder.
"I thought you'd be in Hades' underworld! How did you end up inside the body of a gerbil?" Mephisto's shock was palpable, his brows raised in disbelief.
"It's all thanks to my young protégé that I ended up in this situation," Alexander explained, a hint of disdain in his voice.
"But I've learned to adapt and make the most of my circumstances." Alexander swatted Mephisto's stretched finger, who was utterly amazed by the unexpected turn of events.
The demon's eyes glimmered with curiosity and intrigue, captivated by the thought of a legendary figure now embodied in such an unassuming form.
"It's been nearly 1,700 years since we forged that deal, hasn't it?" Mephisto asked, his tone a mix of nostalgia and amusement as Alexander pondered the question, his mind drifting through the corridors of time.
"Yes, I suppose so." Alexander finally replied, a hint of weariness in his voice and with a graceful leap, he hopped off Ricky's shoulder and settled into the comfort of Ricky's shirt pocket.
"I must say, young man, you are quite the intriguing fellow." Mephisto remarked, his eyes gleaming with a sinister red light.
"If only we had met under different circumstances, say, without that damned armor, then I might truly know who you are beneath the façade." Mephisto's smile widened though he was clearly annoyed while Ricky thoughtfully rubbed his chin.
"Alright first tell me about this weapons plus-"
"That is not how I operate; the terms of the deal must be clearly laid out before I offer any of my knowledge," Mephisto said, shaking his finger playfully as a shimmering contract began to materialize beside him.
The parchment glimmered with an otherworldly light, and the words seemed to writhe as they awaited Ricky's decision.
"Fine, then," Ricky replied, his tone firm and unmovable while trying to hold a conversation with one of the oldest demons.
"I want to know about Weapons Plus and what it is, why everyone attacked the Vatican that night, and who is after me." Ricky outlined all his demands, but Mephisto erupted into a cackling laugh, his amusement filling the air..
"That is completely-"
"Then I guess we're done forming a deal." Ricky spoke as he returned the lorestone pendant to his inventory, realizing it was entirely useless to him after he had worn it the first time.
'A man by the name Fyuuuti, a commoner born, used to be notorious back in his day for stealing purple panties.'
The lorestone pendant was indeed a fascinating artifact, but Ricky found himself frustrated by its chaotic nature.
Rather than offering coherent insights, it delivered a jumbled message every minute, each one seemingly random.
Containing the entirety of Cortaj's history, the pendant felt more like a torrent of information than a source of clarity, leaving Ricky sifting through the noise for something of value.
"Wait." Mephisto raised his hand, his expression shifting to one of contemplation as he weighed the implications of the deal.
"Fine, but I'll only tell you five names, not all of them," Mephisto replied, a mischievous smile curling at the corners of his lips.
"Five names that hold equal weight to Abraham, and you've got a deal," Ricky countered, pointing firmly at Abraham.
Without missing a beat, Mephisto snatched the pendant from Ricky's grasp, his eyes glinting with a mix of greed and delight.
"Weapon's Plus is a program that Nazis are using to create powered individuals. However, the vampires are leveraging it to rid themselves of their weaknesses." Mephisto explained, his tone laced with a sinister glee as Abraham's expression darkened, reflecting the gravity of the revelation.
"They attacked that night to eliminate the source of the disruption in the field of magic. Once they realized it was you, their intent shifted. They would have likely aimed to kill you and steal your core." Mephisto added, a predatory smile playing on his lips as Ricky's brow furrowed in concern.
"And the five individuals who have taken an interest in that, people who are equal to or even above Abraham in power, are Selene, Dracula, Morgan Le Fey, Agatha, and me," Mephisto continued, leaving the implications of each name hanging in the air. Abraham's eyes widened in shock, the weight of Mephisto's words sinking in like lead.
"Selene, the Selene?" Abraham's voice quivered slightly at the mention of her name, his complexion paling as dread seeped into his expression.
"Indeed." Mephisto confirmed, standing up from the booth with an air of nonchalance. He began to walk toward the door, his posture relaxed yet purposeful.
"It's always a pleasure, Abraham. And for you, young Black Knight." Mephisto glanced back at Ricky with a knowing smile.
"I'll see you around, if you survive, that is." Mephisto left them with his laughter that echoed in the dim bar as he strolled out, leaving behind a heavy silence.
"Who's-" Ricky turned towards the pale Abraham, gripping his face with a firm yet concerned hold.
"You're f*cked."
Author's Note: Long chapter cause school's restarting and my upload schedule will change from Mon-Fri to Thurs-Sunday and that means 4 chapters a week. I also kinda want a break so I'll see you all next thrusday.
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