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Zelphiria clumsily stumbled into her cramped student dorm room and slammed the door shut with the back of her foot. In her arms sat a small mountain of books, stacked well above her head, and Zelphiria swayed back and forth as she trod through the pile of clothes and junk strewn about on the floor to get to the other side of the room. With a huff she not so gracefully dropped the stack of books onto her desk and collapsed backwards onto her bed, letting her shaking hands drop limp on either side.
Five flights of stairs… half a mile across campus…
The exhausted young wizard let out a quiet sob as she tried to catch her breath.
This spell better be worth it.
Zelphiria Dawnbreeze was by no means an unaccomplished young wizard; she had finished second in her class at her home town’s magical preparatory school, she aced the academy entrance exams, she was more than capable of not just succeeding, but thriving in her magical studies. Unfortunately however, she was lowborn, and for lowborn at the Faircadia Imperial Academy for Wizards and Mages being capable just wasn’t good enough. Zelphiria needed to be nothing short of spectacular. Her natural skill had been enough for the past year and a half, but now it was crunch time. Midterms were approaching.
Every year Faircadia Academy admits a class of two hundred from prospective students all across the empire, but only the best of the best will be able to graduate. While the freshman class begins with a student body of two hundred, by the start of the second year that number is whittled down to one hundred. By third year, the number is cut in half again, with only fifty students remaining, and senior year sees that number split yet again, with only twenty-five students making it to the start of year four. And even after making it that far, only ten students out of the entire original cohort of two hundred are allowed to graduate and obtain their magical license. Zelphiria survived her first round and made it to sophomore year, but midterms were when cuts started getting made, and the ambitious wizard was determined to make it through to junior year. No lowborn had ever had the honor of graduating from Faircadia Academy, and Zelphiria wanted nothing more than to be the first to do it, but for now just avoiding getting expelled would be enough.
The stress was beginning to get to Zelphiria. She was overworked, constantly exhausted, and just barely holding on by a thread. Her disastrous living conditions could attest to that. The floor of the tiny dorm room was completely swallowed in piles upon piles of dirty clothes, discarded books and papers, and empty coffee cups. Looking around the room, Zelphiria was honestly kind of disgusted in herself. She was so prepared to start her studies, she thought she was ready for anything, but now it felt like it was all starting to slip away.
As Zelphiria scanned her surroundings her eyes landed on the gargantuan stack of books sitting precariously on the edge of her desk.
Right, the spell.
Zelphiria clenched her fists and gritted her teeth before jumping to her feet. She wasn’t, strictly speaking, supposed to have access to books of this level, not yet at least. But Zelphiria knew she was ready for them. She had aced her Beginners Conjuration class during freshman year, and her academic advisor had told her she had a real knack for the school of magic. The fact that her best friend was now a part time worker at the library just made it too good of an opportunity to pass up. She snuck down to the restricted section of the library while Gilly covered for her and snatched every advanced level conjuration book she could find, including a very special tome that had been locked away for capstone level mages only. Zelphiria was going to attempt a summoning, and a powerful one at that. If she could demonstrate the ability to bind a high level elemental or arcane construct — not just some basic rabbit or mouse like in the intermediate class, but a real powerful creature from the outer planes — she would pass her midterms for sure!
They might even let me skip a whole year… Zelphiria pondered to herself. She could picture it now, not only the first lowborn to graduate from Faircadia Academy, but in no more than three years? She’d be a legend!
Finding a new surge of confidence within herself, Zelphiria swept all the junk off of her desk and began to bury her nose in her new books, flipping through tome after tome and taking meticulous notes on the various practices and patterns required for advanced summoning. Half a dozen conjured magical coffees and several hours later, and Zelphiria had finally reached the book she had been waiting for: the Diovironnicium Mephistophliumus Grimmoirious . This was a hulking beast of a book, unlike any of the others she had read up until now. Its yellowed pages must have numbered in the thousands and it was bound in a gnarly wrinkled black leather with numerous pointed spikes protruding from every angle. The cover and all of the text was written in a deep red ink, with the lettering twisting and turning in unexpected but beautiful flourishes. It was truly a beautiful book, if a little grim looking, but Zelphiria wasn't the least bit afraid. She immediately flipped to the page she had been searching for, as if some divine entity was guiding her hand.
Maybe the gods really do want this for me! Zelphiria couldn’t help but grin as she looked over the detailed diagram of a summoning circle, with its intricate shapes and patterns forming a complex web of interlocking runes and geometry. Arcing over the top of the diagram was the incantation needed to perform the summoning.
O dúr híril, dictatrix, o i neder inferno, herdir o baul a malitiae, im obsecro thee an unworthui discipulus, desperatis an cín sadistia amplexus. Im rogamus thee bo nin manuum mearum o beleg dictatrix, materializi ante nin a sis facis nin sui cín servus, an hi a aeternu. Im on- na cin nin bodui a nin mán an cín alimenta percepimus a cín voluptatem, nin faer an cin perpetua imperium. Im quaerere an nihil in rinn- but cín manifestavit peritis viris dominatio, a im taith hi foedus apud sigillum -o sab- sanguine suo.
Zelphiria made a slight frown. The text seemed to be written in Ancient Elvish. Magical languages weren’t exactly Zelphiria’s speciality, but she was sure she could sound out the words well enough to perform the rite.
Inferno huh? That means fire right? Maybe it's some kind of fire elemental…
Zelphiria bit her lip. Fire could be a bit tricky, but the wizard was confident that she’d be able to control the elemental once it materialized. It would be bound to her after all.
Zelphiria turned to make a note of the incantation in her notebook and to prepare the fire warding spells she'd need to control the creature, when-
Smack!
In her haste to begin preparations, Zelphiria had carelessly knocked one of her many unfinished cups of coffee onto her note book.
"Gods dammit!!!" she cursed, quickly setting the cup upright before any more could spill out onto her precious notes. Zelphiria hastily wiped the spilled coffee off her notes and shook and left over moisture out of the book.
"Why do things like this always happen to me," she moaned, looking over the stained notes. It was still legible, more or less. This would be fine, she could still work with this.
The wizard confidently shotgunned whatever coffee still remained on her desk before leaping to her feet. She surveyed her room again, searching for a spot in the sea of mess where she could begin to prepare the summoning circle and wards. In the end, she decided the best course of action would be to push her bed off to the side and begin the work in the empty patch left by the bed's absence. Zelphiria was eager to get started.
Grabbing a knife tucked away in the drawer of her desk, Zelphiria readied herself and then cut a gash across the palm of her hand, not deep enough to cause any permanent damage, but enough to bleed. She grimaced from the pain, but set out to start copying the diagrams from her notes undeterred from the stinging wound across her hand.
It'll all be worth it in the end, I know it will.
Once she had finished the bloody summoning circle and surrounding wards, Zelphiria grabbed a spare towel and wrapped it around her gash to stop the bleeding. She took a step to examine her work, and much to her satisfaction it appeared to be a perfect copy of the diagram she had recorded. Feeling an immense amount of satisfaction, she retrieved the Diovironnicium from her desk. Zelphiria took her position in front of the summoning circle.
"You can do this Zelphiria," she said to herself aloud. "There isn't a wizard in this school more skilled at conjuration than you are, you have everything prepared exactly like the books said, this is gonna be a walk in the park." After hyping herself up an appropriate amount, as well as shotgunning one last cup of coffee, she held the Diovironnicium out in front of her and began channeling her magic into the grimoire. Then, she read out the incantation exactly as it was written in the book.
O dúr híril, dictatrix, o i neder inferno, herdir o baul a malitiae, im obsecro thee an unworthui discipulus, desperatis an cín sadistia amplexus…
The text began to glow an eerie bright red and the tome began to vibrate and then…
Nothing.
Zelphiria bit her lip.
Maybe they couldn’t hear me…
She shook the doubt from her body and read the incantation out loud again. The text glowed, the tome shook, and red sparks of faerie fire began to swirl around the circle, lighting up the room, until finally…
Fizzle!
The sparks blinked out and the room was still again.
C’mon Zelphiria, you can do this. Confidence.
Zelphiria inhaled and exhaled deeply, steadying her breathing, then dropped to her knees. For a third time, she read the incantation.
O dúr híril, dictatrix, o i neder inferno, herdir o baul a malitiae, im obsecro thee an unworthui discipulus, desperatis an cín sadistia amplexus…
For a brief moment there was nothing, and a flicker of disappointment flashed across Zelphiria’s face. Then, without warning, the summoning circle lit up in a blaze of magical fire, the flames bathing her room in a red and purple glow.
This is it!
With a flick of the wrist, Zelphiria activated the fire wards around the circle, but rather than controlling the flames and binding it into an elemental, the inferno simply grew larger and wilder. The flames were all around her, it was like her entire world was on fire. They were clawing at the window and door, blocking her only escape, threatening to burn the entire school down. Zelphiria didn’t want this to be her legacy, the incompetant lowborn wizard who accidentally burned Faircadia Academy to a pile of cinders. She was panicking, she couldn’t think, everywhere she turned was fire and destruction and ash, like she had been thrown into the sea of fire in the deepest circle of the Nine Hells.
This can’t be the end! She thought of her mother and her sister, her best friend, the love of her life, all the things she wouldn’t be able to do, everything she would miss out on. Not like this, please anything but this!
Zelphiria’s entire body felt like it was burning, and her breathing became ragged. She felt as if she was being asphyxiated, literally choked by the flames. She jumped for her feet and reached for her neck, feeling a tingling sensation on her skin. As she grabbed at her throat attempting to find air, a dark metal band began to materialize around her neck. Before she could process what was happening she felt a tug pulling her towards the raging fire. When Zelphiria looked down, she saw a hand begin to materialize, gripping around the band and pulling her deeper. The purple arm seemed to be burning itself into existence, growing longer and longer until it finally connected to a shoulder, a torso, a pair of legs and hooves, and finally a head topped with an imposing set of curled horns.
I’m staring at a demon! Is this it? Am I dying and being dragged down to Hell???
Zelphiria's jaw dropped to the floor. This was not even close to her intention, and she had no idea what to do.
“Not a demon, little mortal,” the creature spoke in a cool, elegant tone. “A devil.” The fiend flashed a wicked grin and yanked the girl forward again, bringing her to the tips of her toes. The devil was at least a foot taller than Zelphiria, and she was now staring directly at it, becoming absorbed in its crimson eyes.
“A-a d-devil? I s-summoned a devil???”
The devil smirked, flashing her deathly sharp teeth inches from the helpless girl’s face. “Yes you have. But I think I liked you better when you were on your knees for me.” The devil licked her lips, then dropped Zelphiria to the ground, her shaking legs instantly giving way as the monster shoved her to the floor on her knees.
Zelphiria looked up and scanned the devil over, shaking ever so slightly as she did. The creature had black hoofs and dark maroon fur covering her lower half. From the waist up, she had violet skin, a muscular torso, and the largest pair of tits the girl had ever seen. That made Zelphiria’s heart beat just a little bit faster. Her arms were slender and toned, and her black fingernails were sharpened to a razor’s edge. On her back sprout two black leathery wings, and a pointed tail sprung from her waist. Her body was intoxicatingly beautiful, and her face even more so. It was pure perfection. Her high cheekbones framed her intoxicatingly alluring red slitted eyes, which seemed to pierce into Zelphiria’s very soul. She had a long flowing mane of hair as black as night, and on the top of her head sat a pair of curled silver horns, like a crown. Zelphiria felt like she must have looked pathetic by comparison.
“You do look quite pathetic like that,” the devil cooed, looming over the girl kneeling in front of her. Her entire body was quivering. In a moment of self consciousness, Zelphiria readjusted her glasses, and attempted to straighten her coffee-stained skirt and mismatched button up shirt, but was interrupted as the devil leaned over her and placed a single pointed claw under her chin, tilting the girl’s head upward. Zelphiria was frozen with fear. “Don’t worry though, I have a taste for the pathetic.” The devil giggled to herself, or maybe she was laughing at Zelphiria, the girl couldn’t really tell.
About a million thoughts raced through Zelphiria’s head in an instant. Taste… does that mean this monster is going to eat me??? The wizard darted her eyes back and forth, too afraid to try and wriggle out of the devil’s pointed grasp. The fire wards! By now the raging inferno that had enveloped the circle had dissipated, but the fire wards were still there. She may have originally attuned them for an elemental, but maybe she could get them to still work for the devil. She had no other choice, Zelphiria knew if she didn’t successfully bind this fiend her life was as good as done for.
“Oh? You want to bind me ?” The devil smiled and took a step back from the wizard. “That sounds amusing. Very well, do your worst,” The devil threw her arms back, practically surrendering to Zelphiria.
This might be easier than I thought! Maybe the devil was into that kind of thing… Who knew a fiend could swing that way?
Zelphiria shakily got to her feet and stepped back. It’s all or nothing, I only get one shot at this . The wizard began to channel every remaining spell slot and every ounce of mana she had into the wards, weaving the complex arcane geometry into space and willing it into binding this infernal devil. Glowing patterns materialized in the air in front of her, twisting and spinning and expanding as she enhanced the spell. When it was finally complete, a magnificent arcane blast burst forth from Zelphiria and enveloped the devil in a blinding white light. This just had to work, Zelphiria had never cast a spell this powerful before, and if it didn’t work nothing would. She prayed to whatever god would listen hoping this would be enough to bind the devil into submission, but when the light dissipated…
She’s laughing…
Her heart dropped.
The devil stood there in the center of the summoning circle, completely unphased by the full might of Zelphiria’s magic, laughing at the poor girl. Zelphiria felt totally defeated. Her head hung in despair and her face lit up in a bright red blush.
I failed.
The devil licked her lips, basking in the wizard’s shame. She’d have fun with this one. Without warning, the devil leapt forward, catching the girl by the band around her neck and shoving her against the door to her own dorm room. “I don’t quite think you grasp the nature of our new relationship, you insignificant little bug.” Despite the harsh words, there was no malice in her voice, just condescension, like the way one would talk to a dog. “You summoned me. In fact you were positively begging for me to materialize in this plane and claim you. And I, being a merciful devil, decided to indulge you.” The devil flicked Zelphiria in the head, and then curled a single finger around the metal band for emphasis. “This is your collar. I own you now. Like a pet.” She smiled, extremely satisfied with the look of dread on her new slave’s face.
Zelphiria’s mind was drawing a blank. She had fucked up, big time. A devil was miles out of her skill level and she knew it. The wizard tried to recall anything she had learned about devils or the Nine Hells from her seminar in metaphysics the previous semester.
Contracts! Devils are lawful evil beings by nature, and they loved nothing more than making contracts with mortals. Maybe I can work out some sort of deal with this devil, and in return she’ll help me with the midterms, and maybe even more!
“You want to make a deal with a devil in exchange for help on your homework?” The devil burst out laughing right in Zelphiria’s face. “Hells, you really are a loser Zelphiria.”
“H-how do you know my name?!” the wizard stuttered out.
“And thick headed too,” she giggled, smacking the girl across her head again. “If it wasn’t obvious yet by my reading your thoughts, I already own you, body and soul. You’re mine, you little dork.”
“B-but how is that possible? I never signed any contract!”
“Actually, you did.” The devil retorted, and then stuck out her arm. The Diovironnicium materialized in her hand in a fiery blaze. She flipped to the page with the summoning circle diagram and incantation. “Did you even read this before you summoned me? You really aren’t that bright, are you.” That last part was more statement than question.
The devil read the pact allowed, in Common so that Zelphiria could understand just what exactly she had signed up for. “Oh Dark Lady, Mistress of the Nine Hells, Master of Torment and Malice, I beseech thee an unworthy disciple, desperate for your sadistic embrace. I beg thee on my hands and my knees oh great Mistress, materialize before me and claim me as your servant, for now and forever. I give to you my body and my spirit for your nourishment and your decadent pleasure, my soul for your everlasting dominion. I ask for nothing in return but your all enveloping domination, and I sign this pact in a seal of mine own blood.”
“That’s not fair! I can’t even read Ancient Elvish. How could I possibly agree to a contract when I can’t even understand what it says?”
“I know, it definitely wasn’t a very smart decision. And yet, here we are.” The devil smiled and took a step back, letting the wizard breathe for a moment. “It's been a long time since I had a mortal as a pet, but I think you’ll find I’m a pretty generous Mistress.”
“Does that mean you’re gonna… t-torture me, or-or… rape me?” Zelphiria was quivering again, feeling lost and completely helpless.
“Mmm, no, I don’t think so. Torture and rape aren’t really my style. Well, maybe a little light torture here and there,” the devil pondered, seemingly lost in an amusing thought for just a moment, before turning back to her new pet. “What I really crave, what I feed off of, is this right here.” The devil reached over and ran one of her fingers over Zelphiria’s cheek, watching the girl shiver. “Your blush, the way you bite your lip, how you shake like a little wimp — your sweet humiliation, Zelphi. I feed on it.” Just to emphasize her point, the devil leaned over and licked the side of her face.
Zelphiria recoiled feeling the rough texture of the devil’s tongue on her face, then tensed up and straightened her back. “First of all, fiend, my name is Zelphiria Dawnbreeze, not Zelphi .” The girl made a gagging face as she said the pet name. “And secondly, I will never allow myself to belong to an evil creature like you!” Zelphiria stomped her foot down, and as she did was met with a vicious slap from the devil. Before Zelphiria could even react the devil had her hand back around the girl's throat, shoving her against the door again. Her other hand slowly prodded Zelphiria’s mouth open and took hold of her tongue between two of her fingers, squeezing and enjoying the delightful whimpers coming from the girl.
“Let's get one thing straight, girl, you signed a contract, even if you couldn’t be asked to read it beforehand. This Diovironnicium isn’t just an instruction manual for summoning, it’s a rule book, and I expect you to follow every rule outlined in our contract to the letter. Section C, subsection IV, article 27: ‘The contractee (that's you) shall make no attempt to interrupt, cutoff, or otherwise undermine in any way the authority of the cosigned Mistress (that’s me). Any attempt to do so will result in immediate disciplinary action as according to the cosigned Mistress’s discretion as outlined in section D, subsection VII, articles 1 through 289.’” The devil slammed the book shut and returned her hand around Zelphiria’s throat, giggling at her gagged sounds. “You, my little Zelphi, are lucky I’m a benevolent Mistress and will look the other way this one time, but I expect nothing short of perfect adherence to this contract from you, or there will be some delicious consequences, and neither of us want that.” She licked her lips. “Well, I might want that, but I’m certain you wouldn’t.”
Zelphiria’s eyes were beginning to water as saliva dripped down her chin and pooled on the floor below her. The devil grinned and removed her fingers from her mouth, drying them off in the girl's messy hair. “As for your name, I will call you whatever I please, and I think Zelphi is a perfectly suitable name for a pathetic little creature like yourself.” The devil snapped her fingers and a disk began to materialize around the front of Zelphiria’s collar. She looked down and saw the name “Zelphi” inscribed in dark red, before the lettering morphed into an Infernal script. She was speechless. A collar and a name tag, like an animal. “And you,” the devil poked Zelphiria’s head, tilting the girl's gaze back towards her, “you shall call me Mistress, and nothing else. Now get down on your knees and start cleaning that puddle of drool, you filthy degenerate.”
She didn’t really have a choice. Zelphiria dropped to her knees and began to clean the puddle of her own saliva with a dirty rag she grabbed laying on the ground beside her. Before she could start, however, one of the devil's cloven hoof stomped down hard on her hand, crushing her tiny fingers and causing Zelphiria to yelp. “With your tongue, slave.” There wasn’t a hint of jest in the devil's tone. Zelphiria’s face flushed, but she didn’t see any other options. Meekly, she lowered her head and began to run her tongue across the filthy floor, cleaning up the mess she had made. The devil moved her hoof from the girl's hand and gently placed it on the back of Zelphiria’s head, shoving the girl’s face into the wet pool for a moment before relenting and simply resting it there, keeping her from getting up.
“And while you’re down there…” The devil spoke slowly and deliberately. “I’ll consider your request. I am a gracious Mistress after all,” she smirked, seemingly very pleased with her own generosity. “Grovel well enough and maybe I will lend you a fraction of my power for your… studies .” She wasn’t going to make this easy for the girl. “Go on, beg for me.” The devil smirked, prodding the girl with her hoof.
Zelphiria’s ears perked up when she heard the devil’s offer. “Do you really mean it, uh, M-Mistress?” The devil kicked the girl's head. “Don’t question you Master, moron. Yes I mean it, now don’t make me regret it.” Zelphiria didn’t like it, but if she could somehow turn this whole encounter in her favor it would all be worth it. The wizard swallowed her pride, dropped her head to the ground, spread out her arms, and started.
“P-please M-Mistress… uh l-lend me your—'' the devil interrupted her by grinding her hoof into the back of Zelphiria’s head. “Speak up, you’re mumbling into the floor. Do you always mumble when you’re talking to beautiful women?” The devil smirked, relishing in her pet’s helplessness. “That’s pretty embarrassing, you really are so pathetic.” Zelphiria blushed. It’s true, she did mumble when she was talking to pretty girls, but in her defense the hoof driving her skull into the floorboards wasn’t exactly helping. She squirmed her head around so it was facing out and the devil's hoof was now placed firmly on the side of her face, squishing her cheeks together.
“Please Mistress… great and powerful devil… lend me your magical strength so that I can graduate and become a fully fledged wizard…” The devil huffed, annoyed. “This is some pitiful groveling, slave. All you’re saying is what you want, what you want me to do for you, it’s all ‘me, me, me.’ What are you going to do for me, your darling Mistress hmm ??” As she hummed, the devil adjusted her weight, pressing even more firmly into the side of Zelphiria’s head. The small girl was squirming now, and she felt utterly humiliated under the heel of this devil; but, she supposed that’s what the devil wanted, and if it would get her the power she needed… “A-anything Mistress! I’ll devote myself to you, body and soul. You can have your way with me, do anything you like—”
Stomp!
“Idiot! I already own you body and soul, I can already do anything I like to you.” The devil stomped again, and Zelphiria felt herself getting dizzy.
Knock knock knock!
Zelphiria shook. Someone was knocking at her door. The groveling wizard looked up at the devil, not saying a word but pleading with her eyes. With a sigh, the devil removed her hoof and stepped behind the door, out of sight. Zelphiria hopped to her feet and stumbled over to the door, quickly fiddling with the lock and opening it.
Her~
It was the girl of Zelphiria’s fantasies. She had dreamed about her nearly every night for a year and a half. She cherished every glare, every look of revulsion and sarcastic eye roll.
Standing in Zelphiria’s doorway was none other than Felicity Brightmoon. Her curled golden hair shone like it was glowing, her striking emerald green eyes seemed to envelop Zelphia, her tall and slender body, furrowed brow, and nauseated scowl left the girl completely speechless. She was perfect, beautiful, and completely flawless in every sense of the word. The heir to one of the most powerful magical houses in the entire Faircadian Empire, Felicity was top of the senior class, practically a shoe in for graduation with honors, the star and captain of Faircadia Academy’s undefeated Magical Decathlon Team, and not to mention Zelphiria’s RA and head of the disciplinary committee. She was a goddess, and it was an understatement to say that the shy girl had a massive crush on her.
“Zelphiria!” The older girl’s scolding brought the daydreaming Zelphiria back to reality. “It is 3 o’clock in the godsdamned morning! Why am I getting noise complaints about you from four other students?” She really was beautiful when she was angry. Felicity stood there in her elegant silken nightgown, her hands pressed firmly into her hips, leering down at the smaller girl. Zelphiria felt like a tiny animal staring into the eyes of a predator and she loved every second of it. “Hello? Earth to loser?" She knocked on Zelphiria's forehead with her knuckles. "What are you doing up here anyways?” Felicity looked over the mousey girl. Her hair was a tangled mess of curls, her glasses were bent and crooked, her face was coated in spit and sweat, and there seemed to be blood oozing out of her left hand. The senior recoiled a little in disgust. She poked her head a little further in, seemingly holding her breath, and examined the state of the underclassman’s room. “This place is a total sty Zelphiria.” Felicity gagged.
Zelphiria was completely flustered and didn’t quite know what to say. She blinked a few times in the silence before realizing that Felicity was waiting for an answer. “U-uh s-sorry Miss Felicity, I was uh… studying… and uh, reorganizing my room…” The RA stared Zelphiria down. “You were studying and reorganizing… at 3 AM?” Zelphiria didn’t know what to say, as her mind was a little preoccupied with staring at the beauty in front of her, so she just smiled a very awkward smile and nodded. Felicity noticed the girls ogling and felt nauseated. She clearly didn’t want to be there right now. The senior sighed. “Look, just keep the noise down and I won’t write you up. It’s 3 in the morning Zelphiria, people are trying to sleep.” She sounded exasperated.
“Y-yes Miss Felicity.”
Felicity Brightmoon groaned and turned to walk away, mumbling under her breath. “Bloody fucking peasant, empty-headed disgusting spaz…” Her voice quickly trailed off as she booked it down the hallway as fast as possible without running.
Zelphiria quickly shut the door and collapsed against it. She was absolutely swooning for the older girl.
“Wow, you really are bad with women huh? No wonder you’re a virgin.”
Zelphiria jumped, startled by the sudden noise, and bumped the back of her skull on the underside of the doorknob. “Ow!” The poor girl was in a fair amount of pain, not just from the doorknob but also from the devil still hidden inside her room. She rubbed her bruised head. “Right… you’re still here. Where are you anyways?” As if to answer her question, the Diovironnicium laying beside her flipped open, and out of the pages stepped the devil. She quickly grabbed Zelphiria and lifted her to her feet by the hair, then tossed her into her mattress. “That’s no way to speak to your Mistress, now is it?”
“N-no Mistress…” Zelphiria responded, her ego now as bruised as her head. “I’m sorry.”
“You should be… You like that woman, don’t you?” The devil sat down next to her. “She seemed kinda mean didn’t she?”
Zelphiria blushed. “Yeah… I kinda do. Like a lot. Her name is Felicity Brightmoon, and I’ve had a crush on her ever since I enrolled at Faircadia Academy a year and a half ago. And yeah, she is kinda mean, and I don’t think she likes me very much, but that's ok. I… I think I kinda like it?” Zelphiria didn’t know why she was explaining this all to the fiend from the Ninth Circle of Hell she had accidentally summoned to her bedroom, but it all seemed to just pour out of her.
“Is that so?” The devil grinned mischievously.
Zelphiria’s blush deepened. “Y-yeah… I mean, it’s not like I’d ever have a shot with her anyways, she's like way outside of my league.” Sort of like this devil. “But, like, when she’s mean to me, in those moments, it kinda feels like she's actually paying attention to me, and it feels so nice… I can’t really explain it, Mistress, but…” Zelphiria hesitated for a moment, but a gentle clawed hand on her back gave her the confidence to go on. “If I am stuck contracted to you… well maybe I can learn to like that too?”
That was what the devil wanted to hear.
The wizard girl looked up and saw a warm smile on the devil’s face, not sadistic or condescending like her other smiles, but bordering on genuinely caring.
“ Very good girl.” The devil winked. “You’ll still call me Mistress, but my name… it’s Eylin.”
Zelphiria’s eyes lit up. “Yes Mistress.” She still wasn’t thrilled, but maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as she thought.
“I'll help you with your inane studies, but first… clean up this room. Now. That girl was right, this place is disgusting, even for a devil from hell.”
Zelphiria was elated! She’ll help me!
“Yes Mistress!”
“That’s a good girl, Zelphi…” Eylin gently petted her new slave’s head, then unceremoniously shoved her off the bed and onto the floor. “Hands and knees only, no standing!”
Zelphiria grumbled and pouted.
“Is that indignation I hear?”
“N-no Mistress, sorry Mistress!”
Eylin smiled. “This is just a warm up slave, so you better get used to it.”
“Yes Mistress!” Zelphiria scurried away on her knees and got to work finally cleaning her disaster of a bedroom. The metal tag attached to her collar jingled as she crawled, only stopping for a moment as the terminally clumsy girl slipped on a loose pile of clothing and plummeted face first into the ground.
Eylin sat back in Zelphiria’s bed and crossed her arms behind her head, watching her pet skitter around the room. She was going to have a lot of fun with this helpless little geek, and the devil couldn’t be more excited.