It was then that I was drawn back to the present. It seems that my highly possessive feelings were triggered by the enemies lusting after My pet, combined with the adrenaline that appeared whenever a fight was approaching and the leftover pheromones from before, had overridden my control.

Looking around, I could see that the men were almost drooling, and the Priest was casting some sort of Divine attack magic at the barrier. I found it both amusing and slightly angering that the Priest, while casting his magic, was slightly hunched over.

It looked quite strange that the Paladins, in full plate armour, were also hunching over.

I had always hated jealousy, yet I found myself feeling a slight surge of it.

That's when the self-loathing at my own hypocrisy hit me, I couldn't stand hypocrisy more than anything else, other than the bastard Arre.

Gently gripping Soea's shoulders, I picked her up, still holding her against me. We were now both sitting in the control Magic Circle, and Soea was only partially conscious. It seems that her control wasn't perfect yet, she had accidentally over-fed on my lifeforce.

I carefully propped up her soft limp body.

Her warm, and damp, back was pressed against my chest. She faced out from the Magic Circle, though I changed how she was sitting and closed her legs, obscuring her private area.

I cast some magic, drying us both off.

Her hair tickled my still bare chest as it rested against me, my arms were wrapped around her, under her bountiful chest. I was holding her up, and instinctively staking ownership of her.

Even I knew that it was bad to claim ownership of someone else, but she did say that she considered herself my belonging.

I whispered softly into her ear, "Sorry." This was because I needed her to wake up quickly, so I pumped a surge of mana and life-force into her.

With a strange squeal, she jerked and her eyes flew open.

She seemed confused as her eyes swam, and feeling my warmth against her back, she turned to face me.

"My lord?" She instinctively burrowed deeper into my embrace.

Then her eyes widened, and her skin flushed a deep scarlet as she remembered the recent events.

She looked down in embarrassment, blushing to the tips of her ears, though I saw the happy grin on her face.

She looked up again and saw the enemies. So, this was why she was embarrassed: losing control and playing around in front of a large group.

Looking up from her adorable reaction, I turned my attention back to the enemies in the room.

"My apologies. Now then, where were we?" I deliberately paused, even though I knew what I was going to be saying. With this body, I had an almost perfect memory, which was good in some cases, but I had cursed it many times in the past.

My mind cleared surprisingly quickly.

"Priest, Paladins, I am actually the one in charge. This cute girl here is my minion...my pet." I felt Soea twitch slightly in my embrace. When I looked down, I saw her blushing, there was joy in her eyes, and tears leaked from her eyes in reaction to my words.

Dammit, it slipped out.

 I hope that those are tears of happiness, not sadness because I called her a pet.

"...my lord's pet?" She whispered, sounding strangely pleased.

Good, I didn't upset her.

Her tail, which was sandwiched between our bodies twitched.

It seemed that my pride had been irritated when they thought Soea was in charge. I still had problems with pride, even after Master had tried to teach me humility.

"I am a Priest of the great God, Arre. By the light, and by justice, I will eradicate you. I will display the bodies of you and your pet at the gates of the Capital."

Ahh, there was the sanctimonious religiousness that was to be expected from Priests and other followers of gods, what made them both pitiable and detestable.

"Heh, I want you to know, that even in your final moments, your 'caring' and 'loving' god won't bother to save you. Actually, he will be pleased with the suffering you go through, and death, both of those excite him more than you know." I looked directly into his eyes as I spoke.

He flinched from the murderous aura that I was emitting.

I gently poked Soea's shoulder.

She quickly looked up, her eyes meeting mine. Nodding to her, I signalled for her to cast her spell.

Soea nodded happily and began to cast.

The spell required her to inject the mana from her body into the Sigils, as though she were charging a battery. I supplied mana as well, in the original plan I would have been supplying from the Magic Circle on the throne, but I felt the strange urge to just cuddle my minion.

So, I held her and just injected my mana into both her and the Sigils drawn on her body, eliciting a moan. I had forgotten that for a Succubus, this was pleasurable as well.

The Sigils lining her body lit up with a brilliant crimson light, the light then flowed like water out of her Sigils and into the Magic Circle.

The blood coloured light combined with the golden light from the Glyphic chains that I had activated, the odd light strobed and shadowed the room in a strange and mystical way.

It accentuated the beautiful Succubus in a way that caused my mind to start to wander again.

This time however, I managed to keep myself under control, because I knew that she shouldn't be distracted while casting.

The Priest and Paladins were also drawn in like I was, staring with slightly glassy eyes.

I fought down my jealousy, I needed to remove it.

Though when she fed on her Thrall I felt nothing like this, maybe it was because people I dislike lusted after her.

She smiled and looked up at me, searching for my reaction, the reaction to the person most important to her. Maybe she wanted to see me lusting after her as well, maybe it made her feel good and wanted.

But who am I to try and guess the emotions and thoughts of a female.

I saw a slightly euphoric look in her eyes, as well as love. She seemed to show this emotion, at least show it more, since I had painted her. A lot more since I lost control earlier.

Luckily, this didn't interrupt her casting, she was working from instincts, it would take a lot to draw her subconscious attention enough to interrupt the spell.

As the mana surged around the room, it began to infiltrate the enemies, drilling into their minds and souls. I could see the despair in their eyes.

I was watching the Priest, I saw as his faith was ripped away, his free will was eliminated.

This was the 'Create Lower Thrall' spell, so they wouldn't have free will, unlike the Dwarven Warrior Higher Thrall.

His despair was similar to what I felt long ago, when I was abandoned and betrayed, when Arre did what he did.

It brought up bad memories.

Sitting and embracing Soea was strangely comforting, my memories of that time seemed to fade. The small amount of pity I felt for the Priest dissolved like fog in the hot sun, all I felt was the warmth of the soft body in my arms, the heartbeat conveyed through her slim back.

The kaleidoscope of light and shadow danced around my Throne Room, the spell, luckily, had a short cast time.

It was over and done with quickly.

Once the light faded, all the new Thralls fell to their knees, displaying adoration for their mistress.

Soea twisted in my arms, she turned around and wrapped her arms around me in return, burrowing her head into my chest. She squirmed around, trying to get more comfortable.

She was so adorable, I felt like I was going to melt.

My emotions worried me slightly.

After a few minutes like this, I gently disentangled myself from her and stood up, a quiet noise of discontent emerged from her mouth, but I ignored it and walked over to the new Thralls.

Soea seemed to pout slightly, looking cute.

She knelt in the circle, turning slightly to watch me.

When I got to the Thrall that used to be the Priest, I looked at him for a second before smacking his head. With the sound like a dropped watermelon, his skull exploded, splattering blood and brain juices around.

Soea looked confused.

"Can I ask you a question, my lord?" She looked at the corpse on the floor and then back into my eyes.

None of the Thralls had moved at all, even the ex-Priest didn't flinch as he saw my hand approaching his head.

"Of course, you can," I smiled at her as I replied.

She seemed strangely serious as she spoke, I was curious as to why that was.

We both ignored the kneeling Thralls.

"Why did you kill that Priest? I know that he disrespected you, but is there more to it?" She sounded pissed off as she mentioned his disrespect.

"I really dislike Priests, and the Church, and Arre. He also looked at you with lust, while trying to make you abandon me and take you as his own toy. You are Mine." I knew that my feelings for her had changed, and I could be honest with her.

She had no guile, and couldn't even imagine betraying me, so I could trust her completely.

Unlike most people.

As a wise man once said, "The only people that you can trust, can depend on, are slaves."

Of course, he was from a different world, a world where slaves had a magical tattoo that would kill them if they even thought of betraying him and punish them with pain if they disobeyed him.

Though calling her mine was probably a bad thing, but because of the spell, she was unlikely to object to it. If she was a normal girl, she would probably hate it.

I know that she did call herself mine before, but there is a difference between her saying it and me saying it.

"My lord..." She whispered, still kneeling in the Magic Circle, she lowered her head. She peeked out at me through her hair which covered her face.

Her hair fell like a curtain made from the purest, deepest, shadows. Her glowing blue eyes peered out through a small gap in the curtain, she seemed to be hiding in the safety.

Her tail swished madly, her hands were clenched, digging furrows into the solid stone floor.

I could see her shoulders trembling, her wings twitching.

I was unsure how to interpret that response, she seemed pleased?

"I am forever yours, my beloved lord...My master," Her voice was incredibly quiet, and slightly shaky.

"Uhh..." I managed to mutter, I had no idea how to respond to that.

I slowly walked over to her and stroked her bowed head, since I knew she liked it when I did that.

She made a strange noise and then raised her face.

Without warning, she opened her mouth and then began to lick my palm.

I have no idea why she did this, but I let her do as she pleased.

When I looked into her eyes, I could see a combination of happiness and an invitation.

She finished licking my hand, and still looking into my eyes.

"All for my lord," she whispered.

I had absolutely no idea how to respond to this, so I muttered, "Thank you, my pet."

To which she smiled bewitchingly.

Then I turned and walked over to my mattress, taking out my book to read. I was basically running in fear from Soea.

Occasionally, I would look up from my book and after a few minutes, Soea got up and got dressed. She wandered over and grabbed another mattress, laying down on it, still watching me.

She saw me glance over, and she smiled.

For someone do show me that much love, at least I think it was love, for someone to want to be a 'pet'. It felt so wrong, I still harboured the feeling that she was lying to me.

In a way, she was, she was only like this because of a brainwashing spell, so these were not only her original feelings but they probably weren't real feelings either.

However, I also knew, that because of the same spell, it was impossible for her to lie to me. The Demonic Conversion spell was a mixture of Transformation and Enslavement magics, as well as a few other types thrown into the mix.

But the way she reacted, how much she loved me, and how quickly. It seemed incredibly unusual, but this was the first time I used this spell myself. The Archdemon who taught it to me had used it in front of me, and it only ever made the subject obedient and devoted.

They never called her master, and never reacted like that.

As I was worrying over these thoughts, I heard a quiet giggle, the giggle of a young girl.

But when I quickly looked around, I saw Soea studying me and the Thralls all kneeling, they were not the ones who made the sound.

While I was terrified by her feelings. Deep down, I was also glad for them. I didn't want her to feel love like that for me, it would probably result in me falling for her as well.

I had loved before... Before that bastard god tore it all away, tore out my heart. That was only the first one. The second was my Master, who died in my arms after having her soul torn out and shoved back into the reincarnation cycle because of a mistake.

Then there was the Archdemon, the one who made the Demonic Conversion spell, taken from me by Arre as well.

Finally the Demon Queen, who was killed by a Hero, summoned by Arre.

My mind was dwelling on the past, and I found my hand touching my lips subconsciously.

I couldn't keep myself reading.

The Thralls were still kneeling on the ground, there were twenty of them. All of the Thralls were around the strength of an enhanced A-Rank. The Thrall spell had enhanced them, however, not as much the Greater Thrall Conversion spell.

Our next stop was to go to the nearby town, to get a few things. My supply of books had run dry, and I wanted to see what fun stuff was stored in the Adventurer's Guild, and maybe the Magician's Guild.