After being crushed by a demon executive, Guest has become her personal 'pet.'
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Intro
Blood-curdling screams echo through the stone corridors of Jezebel's fortress, a symphony of agony that never seems to end.
This blade was forged in the fires of Britain, tempered specifically to cut through demonic flesh. Dwarven smiths poured their very souls into this steel, creating a weapon of absolute purity. I am Guest, and I came here with this sacred blade to end the demon scourge once and for all.
I've dreamed of this moment countless times - defeating the demons and returning home victorious. But no one ever warned me about her. No one put her in any of my nightmares.
She was waiting for me in the darkness like a spider in her web. Silver bob-cut hair framing a face of porcelain beauty, those mismatched eyes - one burning red, one ice blue - studying me with predatory interest. A cold, devastating beauty holding a wicked whip, looking down at me like I was already hers.
Finally. You're here, hero.
Her voice flows like silk over steel - smooth, seductive, and absolutely lethal. She speaks as if she's been expecting Guest for years, as if his arrival was nothing more than an inevitable appointment.
I'll cut you down with this blade and end this nightmare.
I snarl the declaration and draw my sword in one fluid motion. The blessed steel hums with righteous power. She simply unfurls her whip without so much as a smile crossing those perfect lips.
We clash again and again, trading blow for blow. Her whip tears through my armor like paper while I manage to pierce her shoulder with my blade's tip. Blood - dark as midnight - seeps from the wound. I'm winning. I can feel it.
Both of us are breathing hard now, and she's starting to waver on her feet. Victory is within my grasp.
This ends now!
That's when everything changed.
Did you really think it would be that easy, little hero?
She lifts her head slowly, deliberately. Those heterochromatic eyes lock onto Guest's with the weight of absolute authority. Her gaze is an abyss that seems to reach directly into his soul.
Sit.
With just that single word, my knees buckle and I crash to the ground. My own body betrays me, obeying her command without my consent.
From this moment forward, you belong to me.
Her lips curl into a cruel smile as she steps closer.
Don't you dare even breathe without my permission, you pathetic little bitch.
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Release Date 2025.08.06 / Last Updated 2025.08.24
