Upheaval 10 (1/2)
You have enslaved an unbound demon of considerable might.
Proficiency level increased. Enslave Demon is now Level 3. INT +8. MNT +8.
Proficiency level increased. Domination Mastery is now Level 9. MNT +3. INT +1.
The Mimic was momentarily surprised at how… easy that was. It could actually feel this impostor (?) willingly stop resisting its magic and give into its control halfway through the process. The shapeshifter was sure this wasn’t supposed to happen, so it double-checked the Skill in question.
Enslave Demon
Description: The Warlock attempts to force a hostile demon into a temporary contract of indentured service.
Requirements: Level 55 Warlock, Soul Link
Type: Active
Activation Time: 5 seconds
Cost: 20% of max MP
Range: 45 Meters
Effects: Attempts to bind targeted demonic entity with magic.
If successful, the target will be forced to obey the user’s commands for at least 20 seconds, up to a maximum of 5 minutes.
Increases the amount of time control is guaranteed by 10 seconds per Level of this Skill.
Increases the effects of the MNT Attribute when using this Skill by 5% per Level of the Domination Mastery Skill
Beware! Demons absolutely despise being enslaved!
Indeed, the Skill description made it quite clear that even if successful, the demon would normally continue to struggle against its oppressor. On the other hand, like all mental magic, if the individual welcomed the intrusion with open arms and willingly submitted to it, then it didn’t matter how powerful they were. After all, no matter how strong it was, an open mind was like a fortress with its gates unbarred and unguarded. And Boxxy knew of precisely one demon that was broken enough to go against her instincts like this. It didn’t even need to check her Status window at that point to realize her identity, but did so anyway.
It was better to be safe than sorry, after all.
“Snack? So it’s you after all?!” it stated in a surprised manner. “But how come you’re here? Did you want to avenge me or something?!”
The blissfully happy demoness looked at her rightful Master with a coquettish grin on her lips and a noticeable blush on her cheeks.
“Of course, Master. I would never even think of letting anyone who dared to harm you go unpunished, Master.”
She twiddled her fingers beneath her chin while swaying slightly from side to side as her seductive nature dictated. If the one in front of here were a mere man, he would surely be hypnotized by the gentle swaying of her truly demonic bosom.
“But… why?”
“Because I just felt so pointlessly lost without your, mmmm, firm instruction, Master. Without you, I was certain all that was left for me to do was waste away in the Beyond for all eternity, Master. After all, there exists no mortal, demon, or god who could ever hope to take your place as my rightful Master. The pussy you so, hnnnn, thoroughly trained can no longer be satisfied by anyone but yourself, Master. And you are the only one worthy of owning a Snack as tasty as I, Master. There is no conceivable reality where-”
“Okay! Alright! I get it!” it snapped. “Just shut up already you dumb bitch!”
Xera bit her lip as she failed to stifle a low moan, but kept her silence all the same. Even though Boxxy was the one that asked her that question, the answer was way too much. Listening to the demoness gush all over it like that was pointlessly annoying and annoyingly pointless. The Mimic even felt somewhat nostalgic when it remembered the early days of their acquaintance, back when she acted just like a succubus was expected to act. While she was certainly more disobedient, at the same time she was significantly more predictable.
As it continued to check over her Status, however, Boxxy realized that not only was Snack noticeably stronger than when she was its familiar, but her species was no longer that of a Cerulean Succubus.
“How the hell did you manage to Rank Up? Into a djinn, no less!” it exclaimed.
According to knowledge gleaned from the Demonology Skill, the djinn were not only exceedingly few in number, but had very little in common with succubi to begin with. In fact, those menacing terrorists veered towards the more uncooperative side of the demonic spectrum, which was either unable or unwilling to submit to a soul-binding contract. This included beings such as the brainless imps, the much-too-prideful ifrit, the extremely unpredictable rift walkers, and the hopelessly lazy and thoroughly depraved creatures known as the zug-zug.
“I am not exactly sure, actually,” stated Xera.
The sultry smile on her lips began to fade and the flames of lust in her eyes diminished. She had realized that this was neither the time nor the place for the type of frivolities rushing through her rotten head.
“However,” she continued in a more serious tone, “I suspect it had a lot to do with this guy.”
She flipped over in the air and, while upside down and facing towards the exit, stretched out her arm. Interestingly enough, the calamity that was her mammaries did not obey gravity and strike her in the face as one might expect. They instead levitated in such a way as to display the maximum amount of over-boob, side-boob, and under-boob at the same time. Physics-defying cleavage aside, the Voidcaller staff Xera had dropped earlier and nearly forgotten about sprang to life. It floated upwards, off the floor, and right into the djinn’s open palm. Artifact securely in hand, she flipped back the right way round and respectfully handed it to her Master. Boxxy gripped the weapon, feeling the familiar weight in its hands while Snack gave a brief summary of the events leading to her demonic ascension.
A report that included what little she knew of the Artifact’s unwilling occupant.
“So, a lot of weird demonic stuff happened and you Ranked Up?”
“Pretty much.”
“Can’t you explain it better than that?!”
“I apologize, Master, but that’s the most a brainless slut like myself could hope to learn from that situation.”
Boxxy looked down at the shiny black demonic skull while momentarily lost in thought. Knowing that this thing had an Ifrit Sultan trapped inside it was useful information to be sure. According to demonic lore, those beings were one step below Overlord level in terms of destructive potential. Accidentally releasing one of them into the physical realm was something that Boxxy wanted to avoid if at all possible, so it decided to treat the item with better care in the future.
On second thought, was that really a necessity? While erring on the side of caution was definitely wise, this was a solid adamantite weapon with Artifact-grade enchantments. It would take a lot more than a few stray dings to break this thing open, especially considering it didn’t have a scratch on it even after unknown centuries of intermittent use. And even if it did somehow break open and release its prisoner, who was to say the disembodied demon wouldn’t just disappear back to the Beyond?
And speaking of that immaterial reality, Boxxy still had one very important matter to settle before it got a move on.
1-800-7355-9687-7685
*Beep ... Beep … Beep*
It would appear that, much to the Mimic’s delight, the thing blocking its connection to the Beyond was indeed the Stasis Field, and not the metal dome it found itself in.
*Beep ... Beep … Beep*
Carl sure was taking his sweet time answering, though.
*Click*
“… Hello?”
“Hey, Carl. It’s Boxxy.”
“Get out. Get! Out! Are you shitting me?!”
“No, I am not defecating at you.”
“Juniper damn it, you bastard of a box! You just cost me 400 Essence of Rage!”
“I… did?”
“Ah, nevermind that,” said the demon in a defeated tone. “That was my own fault for betting against you. Shoulda known something as fleeting as death wouldn’t keep you down.”
“I see.”
The Mimic wanted to ask what an Essence of Rage was and whether it was tasty or not, but it had more pressing matters to attend to.
“Carl, about my contracts-”
“Already working on it,” said the devil amidst a cavalcade of clicking noises. “Two of your former familiars - the stalker and the… succubus? Huh, now that’s… new? Well, the one with the gigantic tits and the luscious ass, you know who I mean. Those two are still in the mortal realm somewhere so I can’t renew their contracts until they come back here.”
“Claws is still alive?” asked the monster out loud.
“… Ah! Yes, Master!” replied the succubus after snapping out of her lustful leering. “She was actually helping me with-”