Reforged!

Master

The demon was eyeing Oliver, the tail twitching and in one hand the golden dagger. She then unexpectedly fell to the ground on one knee, then looked up at Oliver and her eyes changed from fiery red to blue. Tears started running down her cheeks. “Oliver help me… please. I don’t know what is happening to me. I am so hungry, nothing I eat is enough. The hunger is driving me insane.” The demoness let out a mournful cry and grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled the blood-stained strains tightly.

Oliver noticed that she was concentrating very hard, he noticed sweat beads forming on her forehead. His heart sank into his chest, that voice, he recalled it from his dreams, it was unmistakable. Oliver. Do you remember the first time we met? He had not recognized her with all the blood and filth on her body. The black rams horns or the scorpion's barbed tail. She was still wearing the blue ceremonial dress from the sacrifice.

Oliver moved slowly and looked down at the sigil on her chest, he saw only part of the magical identification that every demon had, he could not see a complete sigil he did not recognize the pattern and did not see a secondary one, either denoting a master, lord or any servants listed. The demon hierarchy can be found linked with the sigils they had tattooed on their bodies. He had found an unbound succubus without a master or lord, this may be even a newly formed one. How she got here is another story altogether.

Oliver’s mind raced to put the all pieces together. He had very little time, Andrea could not hold out much longer. She would return to the creature that he was hunting, the machine of death. He could form a pact with her, that would place him as her master, set the rules for her servitude going forward. He was still going to make this one his, he was going to have to take a chance, he was going to have to own her.

“Who are you? What’s your name?” He had to ask though he already knew.

The demon struggled, “Oliver, it’s me, Andrea, Andrea Wellington, help me.” She was having a hard time speaking, her words started sounding like a snake's hiss. He had to act, he had the upper hand here, and she was desperate. She is just another demon trying to play with his head or something different. He needed this, he had to find out what happened to her.

“Andrea Wellington will you form a pact with me?” He asked as he leaned on his staff.

“A pact, what’s that? Will it stop my hunger?” She said between gasps.

“It can.” He said. “The terms of our pact, You can not feed on me unless I specifically allow you to and no more than half of my life will you consume. You will not enter my mind unless I permit you to, I will not allow you to mind control me. You can not harm those who I have marked.”

He paused command sigils. Oliver was thinking 5 command sigils, most demons would only ever allow you to have one. Command Sigils allowed you to order the demon to do your bidding with what was within the demon’s ability. Use magic, kill a person, use infernal magic to aid in the creation of items, and much more. This was an overriding command, this was the total authority a master had over the servant. This demon must be desperate, he thought,

“I will also not allow her to attack me and anyone who has been marked by me,” Oliver added. Most would only allow one particular order.

“I also demand 5 special tasks be completed or a year passed. You will call me master. Do you agree to the pact? If so then repeat.”

Andrea was wanting more than anything to stop this never-ending pain, she trusted Oliver. Her eyes turned a solid crimson red, She repeated and replied “I Ka’Azalin agree to the terms of this pact above.”

The eyes turned back to a deep blue. She was losing herself, her control was almost gone. She forced herself to repeat the wording, her voice was labored.

Oliver thought, there she is, the demon’s name is Ka’Azalin. He started thinking about the name of the demon. This could be a possession, but he had never seen one with such a strong transformation.

When Andrea completed the wording, he felt his right hand burning, a sigil appeared, a circled hand and below it his, a wolf’s head with five diamonds below it. The wolf’s head was his sigil, He looked at the demon in complete disbelief. He could now see the between the tattered dress, his sigil burning below hers.

“I think I know what I need to do.” Andrea slowly moved over to him. Nothing in a graceful manner, she was trembling. “I have been dreaming about this for a long time.”

Oliver dispelled his defense spell the demon with glowing eyes stepped forward, pushed him against the rocky cave wall, and grabbed his shoulders to pulled him down to her eye level. She was stronger than him.

Oliver was a foot taller than she was. then pulled his head forward, tilted her head just a bit, and kissed him on the lips. He could taste the blood that was stained on her lips. She did not enter his mind, the pact prevented that. He felt his body begin to race, he began to perspire. This was part of the draining touch he did not like, his life essence leaving his body. He had a high pain tolerance, most men would be screaming at this point. The pain felt like he was being burned alive, every cell in his body heated up as his life energy was being released and harvested by the demon.

He had experienced this before many times and had built up a tolerance for such pain, still, he could only endure this for so long. Oliver let out a bit of mournful cry, then the pain stopped, she had reached the limit of the pact.

The glow left her eyes leaving red blushing, blue-eyed woman standing in front of him. Andrea’s mouth was locked on Oliver’s lips. He could feel her fangs brushing up against his lips and teeth as she continued to kiss him.

Andrea released him, just gazing into his brown eyes, her mind clearing for the first time since the fight with the bandits. “You are real. Not a figment of my imagination. I can feel you.”

She looked down at her hands, claws, and rotated them. “Thank you. I am still hungry but. Nothing like that living nightmare or am I still in it.”

Oliver just looked at her. What have I gotten myself into?

"Just who are you?”

Servant

She lifted her head, “I Andrea Wellington, am the avatar of a goddess who goes by the name of Katalina she calls me Ka'Azalin. Other than that I don’t know. Up until a few days ago, I was an apprentice sorceress. Thank you for whatever you did, I am not nearly as hungry anymore. What did you do?” she asked.

Oliver responded in disbelief. “A few days ago? I have been dreaming of you for the past month and why did you say your name was Ka’Azalin?” Oliver was testing her. He knew the answers but did not want to believe them.

“Ka’Azalin is what the goddess calls her Hand. She says that is who I am now.” Andrea replied.

Oliver knew the name, Demon Lord Ka’Azalin, Destroy of Worlds and he made her his servant.

Oliver said, “You don’t know what you are? This goddess did not tell you?”

“I have only talked to goddesses a few times, once when I have sacrificed and bits of the conversation aftward, it’s all foggy.” She was looking down at her tattered dress. Seeing how it did not cover her antiquely she covered her breasts with her arms. “I know I have done terrible things, I am really scared. I don’t want to do those things again.”

“Well, Miss Wellington it looks like you are going to be a mess of trouble for me. I will take you back home, get you cleaned up. Sneaking you into town will not be a problem.

Andrea looked down she was a mess. “Arcana: Cleanse” the words came true from her lips. The blood and dust fell to the ground, though some of the grim stayed.

“You are a caster?” Oliver asked curiously.

“Yes.” she looked back at him,” I am still hungry, what did you do?” She asked.

“You took some of my life essences, that spark that keeps everybody alive. It’s like what the undead like specters drain and what a succubus takes.” He pulled his cloak off and wrapped it around her nearly naked form.

Andrea exclaimed, “Wait what? Master did you say succubus! No no. You hate succubus's." She tried to say Oliver, but the word came out different, “Master, that is your name right?”

She paused, “Master why did I say that, I know your name is Ma-”

Andrea paused again. “Master.”

She knew it was Oliver Martin. ”O L I V E R, What did you do!”

“It’s common practice that the demon servant only calls the name Master.” He was a bit unsure this was different, he included this into the pact. “It’s worded into the pact. You must obey the contract.”

Andrea was perplexed, every time she tried to say to Oliver, it came out Master,” Master this is very odd.”

Andrea asked, “You are Master Martin who works out of the Hidden Occult, who has the worst excuse for a workshop I have seen.” She looked at him. He nodded.

“The man I have been with -” Andrea blushed, “-within my dreams for some time. Did you dream of me too? The entire event is very foggy to me.”

“Yes, you like books and the sea. Your favorite color is blue and pink. Your favorite perfume is that of roses.” Oliver’s heart was falling apart. He was frustrated, he had fallen for her, but he could not trust her.

Andrea tried to remember her mind was still trying to forget some events and remember others. “How much do you recall. I remember bits and pieces. You are a summoner, you have a few fetishes that you like. Your mother is a cook in the city of Negroth. You are deathly afraid of the demon Heather, yes?”

Oliver paused and did not answer, she continued. “She tortured you. I would not do that to you. I could not, will not. She hurt you. I will protect you from her.” Andrea kept looking into his brown eyes, the ones she wanted to keep a fix on.

Oliver wanted this nightmare to stop, he opened upbringing her dark event forward. “In the dream, the last thing I saw of you was leading out to a black altar.”

Andrea interrupted him, “Yes I was sacrificed to Bhuul. I did not want to die, at the last moment. I heard a voice, saw the glowing red eyes that offered me a chance to live. I said yes.”

She turned away from him and looked down at the ground ashamed of herself for being weak.

“I offered to take my mother and brothers’ place at the altar of Bhuul.” Andrea paused.

“I remember the dream very vividly,” he commented. They were both silent for a moment.