Tap, tap, tap...
Tenra strode into the Sancta Diabolus Ecclesia's grand hall—the holding chamber for Katerea's sorceresses.
"AHHH! Please, Katerea-sama! Spare me—I'll do anything, anything!"
"AHHHHH!"
Agonized screams ricocheted off marble pillars. Several sorceresses pinned another to the floor while Katerea, eyes cold and unblinking, pressed her palm to the woman's forehead, weaving a forbidden spell.
Tenra took in the scene with a wry smile.
Well now, Katerea—you really are something.
When Tenra had ordered Rena Lei and the others to "train" Katerea, their methods were merely physical—whips, restraints, toys. He'd thought himself wicked enough. But this woman? She'd gone straight to magical brainwashing.
This wasn't some parlor trick. Even in the Underworld, this kind of magic was taboo—pain so excruciating, victims begged for death. If their will held out, the spell would burn their mind to ash, leaving only a hollow shell.
But if it worked, the result was absolute: a slave, loyal beyond question. No wonder, despite the ban, plenty still used it in secret.
Tenra couldn't help but marvel. These women had once followed Katerea, sworn to her. Yet she showed no hesitation in breaking them.
Cold-blooded, ruthless—and, Tenra admitted, exactly the kind of woman he liked.
Another sorceress collapsed, eyes rolled back, body convulsing in agony. Katerea nodded, satisfied.
No need to ask—another successful conversion. Her old subordinates offered little resistance; so far, she hadn't failed once.
"Master."
Katerea and her newly-minted slaves hurried over, bowing low.
"Katerea, you really are a heartless woman—doing this to your own people."
Tenra stroked her cheek, smile edged with amusement.
"To serve as your tools and slaves is their greatest honor. I'm simply guiding them to their true purpose."
Katerea's voice was matter-of-fact, almost proud.
"Would you like to test their loyalty? They'll do anything you command."
A glint of madness flickered in her eyes. Tenra's curiosity was piqued.
"Anything at all? Then—"
He lifted the chin of a nearby sorceress, smile turning wicked.
"Would you die for me?"
"Yes, Master."
Her gaze was feverish, unwavering. Without hesitation, she summoned a spell—ready to end her own life.
Tenra stopped her just in time.
"Enough. I've seen your loyalty. From now on, you're my tool—live, and serve me well."
He caressed her cheek, utterly satisfied.
"Yes, Master…"
Broken and remade, her eyes burned with fanatic devotion.
"Katerea, you were the one who brought Diodora into the Khaos Brigade, and gave him Ophis's power?"
Tenra's tone shifted—business now.
"Yes, Master."
She wasn't sure why he asked, but she answered without hesitation.
"Tell me everything. Leave nothing out."
Katerea obeyed, recounting every detail—how she'd approached Diodora, seduced him, drawn him into the Khaos Brigade.
"I gave him the Serpent's power, yes—but he's nothing but a fool, blinded by revenge, dancing in the palm of my hand."
She finished with a contemptuous sneer.
Katerea knew all about Tenra's history with Diodora. But to her, he was a clown—not worth a single strand of her Master's hair.
"Diodora is a hopeless idiot. But because you gifted him Ophis's power, he's come after me for revenge—and he hurt my friend."
Tenra's voice was flat, emotionless. Katerea's face changed instantly.
"I was wrong, Master. If you wish, I'll eliminate him myself!"
She dropped to one knee, eyes flashing with murderous resolve.
Strictly speaking, she'd done nothing wrong—she hadn't been Tenra's servant at the time. But if her actions brought trouble to her Master, then even innocence became guilt.
Tenra smiled. He found himself liking this clever, cold-hearted woman more and more.
"I'll handle Diodora myself. No need for you to get involved."
"But you did err—and mistakes must be punished."
"Katerea, tell me—how should I punish you?"
He tilted her chin, smiling down.
Katerea hesitated. How should I know what my wicked Master wants? But seeing the hunger in his eyes, she understood instantly.
Her cheeks flushed. She knelt, head bowed.
"Master, please—punish me as you wish."
Tenra sighed, half exasperated, half amused.
This damned seductress.
He said nothing more—just licked his lips and began her punishment…
A scene of depravity and submission. Only after a long while did Tenra finally finish, satisfied, and leave the hall.
Katerea lay sprawled, utterly spent, barely able to move. With help from two of her new slaves, she managed to stand.
"This is Master's grace. Serve him well, and you'll have your chance too."
She cleaned herself with a flick of magic, adjusted her glasses, and swept her gaze over the remaining sorceresses with pride.
Faces flushed, the others watched her with hungry anticipation.
"Continue. Make them Master's tools as well."
Katerea's voice was cold, commanding.
"Yes, Katerea-sama."
The chained, terrified sorceresses could only watch as their twisted sisters advanced, ready to bring them into the fold…
hall.
Katerea lay sprawled, utterly spent, barely able to move. With help from two of her new slaves, she managed to stand.
"This is Master's grace. Serve him well, and you'll have your chance too."
She cleaned herself with a flick of magic, adjusted her glasses, and swept her gaze over the remaining sorceresses with pride.
Faces flushed, the others watched her with hungry anticipation.
"Continue. Make them Master's tools as well."
Katerea's voice was cold, commanding.
"Yes, Katerea-sama."
The chained, terrified sorceresses could only watch as their twisted sisters advanced, ready to bring them into the fold…
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