Demonic Magic Part 2

(Meridiana @ Grand Succubus‘s POV, right after being rescued by Adam from being killed by human soldiers)

My throat was slashed and cut opened, blood is escaping from the open wound. They shouted in a language that I don’t understand. It seems that they wanted to finish me off this time for sure when there is an intruder that came in and start killing the human men in armour. After staying with humans for some time, I started to understand their speech a little, and I learned how to read their expressions and the nuances in their speech. The words they used sounds very rigid and my tongue would never be able to pronounce their vocabulary properly.

When the intruder finally reached near my cage, the soldiers got scared and they cut my throat so I will be dead before I can be rescued. I have never expected for anyone to rescue me anymore, not since I got chased out of my kingdom. Dad and mom are no more. Grandpa fought to protect me, but he alone cannot withstand the might of the Demon Lord and his army. He must have perished during that time. Oh, grandpa, how much I miss you. I think I might soon join you soon.

(Recalling past experience)

There was someone who attacked into this place two days ago and has killed almost all my captors, but he didn’t free us. I remember his face has many artificial eyes that are moving around. I wonder where he went, as he disappeared after feeding us some of the usual disgusting food paired with delicious meat and a bowl of soup. It's not up to my palate, but I need to fill my hungry stomach to stay alive. I sometimes have been wondering why do I keep trying so hard to stay alive, but having lost my parents and grandpa while they protect me, I cannot waste their effort. I must stay alive and bring back peace and order to the kingdom.

After eating the food, I fell asleep, only to be rudely awakened by the noisy sound of metal rattling against each other. There were many human males that come and start taking the cages apart. The other slaves start to make noise and are inflicted with pain the moment they are being brought out of the area. The human males in armour started having their way with the female captives, and they attack and kill any male captives who look intimidating or that fought back against the human males. Those humans behaved just like the foot soldiers of my kingdom back then. They break, loot, rape, kill and terrorize our people until they submit to their rule.

The human males started ogling me with eyes so greedy that all the treasures in the world cannot quench it. They were plenty afraid to approach my cage, and then they started to do a game of hands, where they do the symbol of a pecker, a fist or an open palm. After some time, one of them that seems to lose the game, come approaching my cage. He tried to open the cage door with a bunch of keys in his hands, but he can’t find the right one. Their mouth drools, their eyes filled with lust and fear at the same time.

I cannot allow my body to be defiled by these humans. Dad said that human male lust over the female body of our kind, and I have been taught on how to channel this lust and gain energy from them without defiling my body. I usually dislike doing this as I can feel like their energy is polluting my body, but being away from my food source for such a long period, my appetite must be satiated and I begin to feel less picky with my choice and means.

The human male begins to get impatient as the keys he tried one by one failed to open the cage. I gestured with my long thin curvy index finger to urge him to come forward. He couldn’t resist and starts opening his metal-covered pants. Dad told me that he had some vampire blood in him, so that made me a vampire too. I can suck and drain his blood, but draining his life essence from his genitals is more fulfilling and efficient. Just a little of the white fluid from the genitals can give me more satisfaction than sucking an entire adult dry. He pushes his genitals out from his partially opened pants and dangles his appendage into the cage like a madman. His eyes are filled with lust, his drools start pouring like a waterfall from his mouth, begging to be pleased.

I took the liberty to let him suffer the embarrassment and listens to his begging, to see if he will give up or not. He’s quite persistent, knocking and yelling for me to release him from this torment. I use my left leg to playfully press down his genitals on the base of the cage. He couldn’t endure the punishment and releases his load there. I lift my left leg to my lips and playfully nibble the fluid that sticks there, showing an erotic smile. The man's genitals stood up again, but he fainted soon afterward due to fatigue.

Before I can finish nibbling the fluid that sticks on my left feet, the other human males started to do what the male before this did, they flash their genitals in front of me, saying words I don’t understand, but their eyes showed a great sense of lust and carnal pleasure waiting to be satisfied. I slowly take my time to properly absorb the energy that comes from the fluid, but the human males started to get annoying by waving their blades inside my cage, demanding my undivided attention. It sometimes hit on my clipped wings and tail, causing pain.

I have no choice but to just entertain them by stroking their appendages that is now in the cage with my hands, feet, wings, and tail. They showed quite an unsightly facial expression and my heart feels excitement at watching the wretched males writhing in pleasure from my action. Once they release their load of white fluid, they all fall down and sleep. Some still managed to keep their composure and continued to go on. This goes on for some time until all the human male outside my cage has fallen asleep. There are so many of them that I lost count. The other cages are not so fortunate, as I can see many of the occupants are either crying for help or have stopped moving altogether under the torture and negligence of the humans.

The abundance of the sweet white fluid made my head spins as I lost to the temptation and slurp on them. I usually take them as little as possible, as they are quite limited in quantity and I dislike indulging in this fluid. However, I cannot control this terrible urge in my body to consume them all, and I take it all into my mouth by using my tongue. My mind got so clouded with the taste that I lose myself and falls asleep.

On the next day, a group of important-looking men came. I can hear the sound and I can smell from afar that three people that worked here before are coming here. My sense of smell of those that have given me lick their white fluid before is unnecessarily good, and I hate it. They can be seen walking at the corridor and being brought to the chamber leading to the room of the person that held me before. I believe the attack by the mysterious person before this must have eliminated most of them, including that person that enslaves me. I wish to be freed from this torment, but I can’t escape from this cage, and my wings have been clipped and inflicted with a curse so it can’t heal, unlike my other limbs.

The other human males are continuing to do what they always do, flashing their genitals at me, wanting me to satisfy them. After many trials by the human males that didn’t get affected by my natural charm, they finally managed to get the right key for my cage’s door and opened it. I can focus my charm and cast a stronger version of my charm to make all the men fall head over heels for me, but I don’t want that. In fact, I have been suppressing my natural charm from leaking out, but human males still go crazy when they saw my body that it’s so vexing. Why do I have these two large blubbers on my chest? They keep bouncing around every time I move and the males will ogle them and have their pants at the crotch area bulge up. Their smell and fluid are turning me into someone else that is not me, and I dislike it.

The human males with somewhat resistance against my body finally opened the cage and grab me by the neck. Although I was shackled on both my hands and feet, I still can move them around a little and I can even use my teeth, nails, small but sharp horns or my tail to retaliate my attackers because they are going to kill me if I don’t do anything. To my surprise, the other charmed human males begin to fight and attack the unaffected human males before I can do anything. This saves me, as I realized that I couldn’t utilize any of my magic invocations while being shackled by these magic cursed seal shackles. The battle got worse until someone who looks like a leader came from outside and stepped in to stop the infighting.

After the dust of the scuffle has settled and the leader managed to rouse them from their stupor, they started pointing their spears at me. They pierce my body, and it hurts a lot. I started to bleed all over my body, and I fell to the ground of the cage, unable to move. I thought I was going to die, and I wonder for how long did I fall asleep in this condition. I have a vague recollection that I got up and behaved like a lascivious woman and licked the blood and white fluid on the floor greedily with my tongue. I felt shame in myself when I behave like this, even though it is a part of me and my heritage. I got up from my slumber and check my body. Most of the light wounds have already healed, and what’s left of the deeper ones are just small gash and scratches that have already covered up. This body of mine is really amazing to have recovered so quickly from such grave wounds that can claim the lives of other demon kins if no one treats them.

I carefully observe my surroundings. There are not many guards left, and whoever remains are busy enjoying themselves with the other captured races. The captured races are in terrible condition from the careless treatment and abuse the human males that have taken over this place. No new food bowl or water is given when I observe my cage and the others. I check my body below, and some white transparent fluid is coming out of it. It seems that human males must have their way with my body when I’m out cold and taken away what’s dear from me. My heart feels so dirty and disgusted with those humans for their ambitions and actions. The demons used to be civilized, unlike now, and I have nothing to say regarding them now that everything everywhere goes down to the drain. For a succubus, the first time is very important as we submit ourselves to the person who we pledge as the person rightful to take this important treasure and share it together. I tried invoking some curse magic on a human male as the target, but the magic got canceled before it can be invoked. The magic curse seal shackles are strong enough to nullify my magic and I felt helpless, as I’m now in their mercy.

In attempting the curse, the human males noticed that I’m awake, and are now aware of me. Their eyes again filled with lust and ambition, and they pay careful attention to not succumb to their lust at me but intending to humiliate me and put me into submission under them. They charge into the cage while pointing their spears at me again, and they rub their disgusting appendages in front of me, which I don’t find amusing now. While all that is happening, I noticed a freed captive is now standing silently behind the human males. I tried to ask her in my language the demon tongue, on how did she release the curse seal shackles. The human males showed a questioning face and they turn to look at the back, but take no notice of the freed captive, and turn back to me while showing an irritated face.

“What are you looking at, you slut? Don’t scare me, there is nothing at my back. Now, look at me!” (soldier X)

The next moment horrified me, as I can see the freed captive walk into the bodies of the human males. She phases right through their bodies and got right in front of me while the human males hurled their white fluid from their appendages towards me. The freed captive face me and look into my eyes, turning her head at the right angle. She then looks straight at me and tried to speak with me, but no voice comes out of her mouth. After several tries and still, no voice can be emitted, she then got hysterical and screams in a voice unbecoming of a girl. It was a low-pitched voice that sounded like a minotaur's battlecry but in a more eerie tone. She then floats in the air and disappears as quickly as she appears into the darkness of the night. The human males seem to have heard the sound too, and they got very scared. They seem to attribute the incident with me, and so they lock my cage and leave me alone after they had stabbed me several times so that I would bleed to death. I begin to fall asleep again after losing a lot of blood. It seems I need to take a rest and sleep if I want to regenerate my body.

(Return to current timeline)

After falling into slumber, the next time I woke up, this place is already in chaos. I can see the bodies of human males all over the place. I can smell the thick stench of blood in the air, but I won’t forget the smell of the person that freed us from the captors before this and feed us with meat. It is a fragrant smell like fried meat that sucks me in. The human captors that took over this place have many casualties, and they are losing the battle against my saviour. He single-handedly shoots arrows that can bend at quite sharp angles, and some even penetrate the walls and hit them. I lay my body down low to avoid being hit by the stray arrows.

The human males started to get panic, and several of them discuss and look over at my direction. In a desperate struggle, they open my cage and one of them used a very sharp knife and places it at my carotid artery. He severs it with the knife and cut into my throat to make my death certain. I can taste the thick iron taste on my tongue, throat, and nose, and my consciousness is fading quickly. My savior kills the remaining human males by a sudden switch to a pair of blades, and he tied and put some of the human males he let alive into a room. I can hardly maintain my consciousness, but I want to at least meet him once before I die.

My saviour goes around and look for severely injured captives and treat their injuries. He then noticed that I was lying in a pool of blood and dying. Finally, I got his attention. I not sure what to say to him, but with my throat in tatters, I speak what I have in mind while splattering blood.

“Dehhhæ, dahhè, źhâd, gäh. (Please, rescue me, my saviour, for I have been waiting.)” (Grand succubus -> Meridiana)

I saw his face, and to my dismay, he’s also a human male. He doesn’t look handsome, but luckily he didn’t look at me with lust. Instead, he keeps looking at my eyes and my face directly without deviation but instead full of devotion and dedication.

“Such poor thing, dying here all alone. But you know, I have been betrayed even by those I believe are my friends, and the kingdom I serve. I can’t trust you, as your kind has been doing all kinds of atrocity against humans. Sorry” (Saviour -> Adam)

I don’t understand what he says. But I can roughly guess the underlying message from his eyes and body language. I cannot focus any longer after losing so much blood. He tried to unfasten my shackles, probably it got on his way, but he gave up halfway. It is not easy to release this magically cursed seal shackle, as you need to unbind the magic and also release the solid physical chains and lock, and cutting off a limb is only doable if you are willing to lose entire arm or leg, as the curse seal shackles prevent any cut to be done to the limbs near them. I now suffer under a cursed item that the demons are specialized in making, which is ironic.

My saviour laid out a cloth on the floor and put me on it. There, he presses a cloth with something cold inside, probably ice, on the wound on my neck. The blood flow has slowed down and begins to clot around the wounded area. I thought I would probably bleed to death before my body can begin to regenerate, as the blood loss is too much for my body to regenerate in time. He looked panic as he tried to prevent the blood gushing from my wound at the carotid artery. He roughly closes my wound with some stick resin on his shirt. He then moves his hand towards where my heart is. I thought that he’s trying to cop a feel at my blubber while I’m dying, which is a cheap and immoral move. The next moment, the cursed obedience seal placed on my heart is slowly corroding away. I was at a loss, as I have never seen a spell that can destroy the cursed seal. The decay spell only decays the part of the body, but the cursed seal will still be in effect. I can feel the burden of the curse obedience seal on my body lessen and fading away. The curse seal finally disappeared and the corroded form fell onto the floor. All the while, I look attentively at my saviour’s face and burn it into my mind so that I would not forget it.

He laid me down with my head up and presses on my wound to prevent any more blood loss, and places my hands on the cloth to hold it in his place. He then releases his hands and he moved away from me. I suddenly felt the loss of body heat, and the cold air pierces my skin immediately. Is he going to abandon me here to die? I immediately put that thought away, as my saviour has tried to save my life two times. It’s now up to me to save myself from this predicament. I continue to press on my wounds while recuperating, and I fell asleep while in this position.

When my consciousness is getting weaker, my subconscious self took over the function of my body. From my vision, I have a vague and dream-like view of what I see. My body begins to look at the blood on the floor. The white fluid has all but dried up, so the blood is the next most palatable thing. My body begins to crouch down and lick at the pool of blood that comes from me and also the human male that died near me. The blood is still warm to the tongue, and I slurped them down greedily. My tongue is able to stretch longer than usual, and it can reach all the places for traces of blood left behind. My greedy tongue then starts tugging at the pants of a human male that has just been killed by my saviour, and it starts searching and stroking the male part. My subconscious self is so salacious that I don’t know what to do with it. My tongue continues stroking the male part and a moment later, white fluid can be seen coming out from it. I never know human male has such a strong desire that they can still enjoy themselves while they are dying. My tongue takes in the liquid into my body, and strength begins to return to my body.

This is one of the secrets that I must hold dearly, and never let anyone see, especially my saviour. I dislike my body that likes to do lewd stuff such as taking this liquid that gives me life energy and can greatly help my regeneration. I don’t consciously do them, as my subconscious self will usually take over and do them for me. It helps me out many times, but my conscious heart is greatly burdened with the knowledge later. The intake of the white fluid also let me know how many partners the person has done it before, and how often they do it. It is unnecessary info for me, but I can’t prevent them from coming in. I don’t need to know about those males’ private life. My head now has registered that this guy that I’m currently servicing has three regular female partners and two male partners, once each. This is quite disgusting, but my subconscious self is enjoying this more after knowing such information.

My subconscious self is stroking the male bit and taking in more of the white fluid that comes out, happily enjoying the meal. However, the worst possible outcome has occurred, as in the corner of my eyes, my saviour saw me while I'm doing this kind of action with the eyes of a predator savouring at its prey. I forcefully wake myself up and take over my body from my subconscious self, retract my tongue and hide my face under the blanket that is made into a temporary bed that I’m sleeping on. I hid there for some time, and I assumed that my saviour has moved away after that. To my surprise, my saviour is walking towards me like he never saw what happened before this, and it is embarrassing. He checked my wound on my neck and look into my eyes, and he looked satisfied. I haven’t checked my wound myself, but it seems to have felt better after taking in the white fluid and regain my energy.

“You are from the demon race, so I want to warn you that hurting me or any of the slaves are not allowed. If I found you doing so, I will eliminate you on the spot. You also mustn’t do what you did just now to any of us because it is borderline dangerous and I might kill you if you do it with the intention to cause harm.” (Adam)

I don’t understand what he’s saying exactly, but it sounds like he’s giving me a warning. Did he warn me about my behaviour earlier?

My saviour then points at himself, then the slaves, and the blade on the ground, and he does an X symbol with his hands. I guess he and the slaves mean me no harm and won’t use weapons against me.

“Aêfu buldar aremasu, göta keteba kèn. (I trust you and the slaves mean me no harm, so don’t worry as I won’t harm you who is my saviour and the other non-demonic race.)” (Grand succubus Meridiana)

“Good, so you understand” (Adam)

I show an understanding face, and he suddenly pats my head, which made me embarrassed even more. While I was still dazed in embarrassment, he suddenly takes out a bottle of ointment and applies it to my neck wound. It hurt when it is touched, but I let him apply it nonetheless. The feeling of something greasy is placed on my neck wound, and I felt a little relieved after that. He took out some baked meat and gives it to me. My throat is not in a condition to swallow any food yet, but I pretend to have some so that I don’t upset him. It tastes good unexpectedly, and I like it. I chew it properly and swallow in a small portion to avoid upsetting my throat. The cup of water he gave me really helps me to swallow the meat. My saviour is such an understanding person although he’s a human male.

When I was about to finish my food, he went over and treats the other captives. He looks like someone proficient in magic invocation but strangely he never used any ordinary magic. The only magic I noticed is his strange touch that destroys the cursed obedience seals placed on me and the other captive. Instead of magic, he seems to possess much technical knowledge and treats the other captives with care.

I felt a little lonely, but I would regret saying that later. My saviour went to the kitchen to prepare something, and later I can see him and the demi-human captives brought out some food for us. The captive that brought food for me just put it on the floor and quickly run away from me, seemingly out of fear. The food looks unappetizing, and my throat still hurts, so I leave the food without touching it. After my saviour has dealt with some of our second captors in another room, he returns and checks on us. Because I’m a demon, the rest of the captives don’t dare to approach me. Probably due to my ruler-class demonic aura which is quite strong, as demons are known to have a strong aura and weaker creatures will tend to avoid them.

My saviour picked up the bowl from the ground, hug me from behind, and starts putting the food into my mouth even though I try to reject his nice offer. I am not ready to eat them now because of my throat condition. The taste of the food is not bad, and he puts soup onto my food to break it down so that it didn’t irritate my throat that is recovering. After several scoops, I know his intention is to show me how to eat the food properly since I’m a demon that may not eat the same food as humans. I tried scooping it up myself and eat it. The taste is quite enjoyable, but I can sense that the mana in the food is almost non-existent, which I have never seen before. Did my saviour just drain the mana from the food? I have never heard of such a spell or know the purpose of such action. I obediently eat my food as he instructs the other captives to watch over the place, and I watch him go away on a horse. My heart feels a little lonely when he left.

The day is turning to dusk soon, and I begin to feel worried. The little girl and two captive beastmen that have died earlier during treatment are laid to rest in one corner of the room. When the sun almost fully disappears into the horizon, the shadow of the trees and building cast itself onto the corpse of the deceased, and the darkness begins to warp and distort a little more each time the light getting dimmer and shallower. I can see other shadows moving and waving in the tall vegetation behind the forest. Although I’m a demon, I’m still not used to this phenomena.

When the sun fully sets, a shadow is standing on top of each of the dead bodies. The one that belongs to the human males that are now dead became violent malevolent apparitions and starts moving around to trash the place apart, but they have just died and their spirit power has only just begun, so their action doesn’t affect the physical world. Some swirl around me and look at me. I pretended not to notice their gaze. They started harassing my body like they do when they are alive, but I just keep silent and pretend like nothing ever happened. The harassment never stops and they continue to swarm around me and enter through my body. Many of them put their head through and come out from my chest, in between my blubbers. It is really troublesome, as my heart is not prepared for this amount of harassment. They continuously chant the same thing over and over again, and I can understand them now since they are now spirits.

“Give me money. I want to pay God to bring me to heaven” (Sprit 1)

“Make me happy. Give me happiness. I feel so very sad now” (Spirit 2)

“I don’t want to be reborn. Let me stay as I am. I am still young. I know you can put me back to my body. Please put me back to my body.” (Spirit 3)

“Where am I? I’m still alive. Hey, I’m still alive.” (Spirit 4)

“Why is everybody ignoring me!? Hey, I’m talking to you! Answer me!” (Spirit 5)

I know that I was different since young, as I can see something that others can’t see, and the demon shamans called me a ‘spirit seer’ or ‘soul seer’. I was then tutored on how to manage our emotion, manipulate the spirit or soul or other intangible entities, and use them for powerful magic phenomena or enchantment if placed inside an object. One of the enchantment methods is the creation of a servant using a dead body, which is the creation of undead. There are several criteria to be met before one can successfully create an undead that is loyal to us. One of them is the contract with the soul or spirit to do their biddings.

Undead has many uses, usually more than just placing them in inanimate objects. However, undead usually won’t last long and will decay quickly. I was quite proficient with undead creation before I lost my home and escape out of the demon domain.

The spirit and souls that can’t find peace begin to demand that I put them at peace, which is the creation of an undead with their spirit or soul bound to their dead body. When the spirit or soul left the body, they leave a trace amount of energy behind in their body, especially those in the prime of their lives. This energy can be utilized by the demons to invoke many powerful magical phenomena, usually destructive, curse or hex phenomena. For creating undead with the body that once belongs to the soul or spirit, I can invoke the soul binding phenomena with much less invocation cost. The cost of binding one’s soul to a foreign body usually involve invocation cost close to one life itself, but binding a soul or spirit back to its original body that has just deceased will only cost some blood, huge amount of mana, and probably an organ from the caster itself if the body and the spirit has been disconnected over a certain period of time or has deteriorated. Substituting for the organ is possible, but I haven’t properly learned how to substitute it with other non-living material, and using life sacrifice of the other captives here will break my promise with my saviour.

The noise and disturbance from the angry spirits are getting out of hand. I can’t avoid them, even when I went to a corner. I can then see the spirits argue and bicker back and forth. The other captives who died in this place begin to gather and start fighting with the spirits that belong to the dead human male captors. They punch and hit each other, or use spiritual energy to push and pull and to pummel others. The spirits of the dead captives are clearly stronger than those human captors that had just died. They have more spiritual energy and bigger amounts of hatred, and they easily disperse the selfish anger or anger from no fulfillment of the human spirits. The spirit of the dead captives managed to drive the malevolent human spirits away, and the place becomes relatively calm again, at least from my perspective.

After some time of relative calmness, I regain my courage and sneak a peek at what’s behind me. What appears right behind me is a human girl and two beast-like people. Their eyes are fully black, and tears fall from them uncontrollably onto their cheeks. The tears that drop onto the ground disappear into nothingness. I remembered these people. They are the captives that died this evening when my saviour is treating them. They died so recently that their soul or spirit looks the same as when they are alive. I can understand what they said somehow since they are in spirit form.

“Please big sis, I know you can see and hear me. Please put me back into my body. There is something I must do.” (Little girl spirit, imploring me and holding onto my hands, though it doesn’t physically connect)

“You are the only one who can see and respond to us. Though we are of different racial backgrounds, I hope that you can help us out on this matter. Please let us return to our bodies so that we can carry out our last wish and leave no regret behind us” (Beastman 1 spirit, a female beastman and is kneeling in front of me)

“We will properly repay you before we leave. You have my word. Our gratitude for you will remain even in the afterlife. Even if we are not the same as we were once before when we return to our bodies, we will gratefully accept your effort” (Beastman 2, a male beastman of large stature and is kneeling in front of me beside the female beastman)

The spirits implore me to return them to their bodies, but I would need to prepare myself for the invocation. The price of binding their soul back to their body is not free and is quite taxing on my body, and moreover, there are three of them. I was considering how I should response to the request from these souls, and an idea came to me. I wish to correspond more properly with my saviour, who can’t speak the demon tongue. These souls are able to converse with me properly and they would owe a debt of gratitude. If I can get them to communicate with him, then they can help me to translate what I said to my saviour. This is one of the benefits I can gain from invoking the magic of soul binding. With that in mind, I begin to negotiate with the souls.

“I wish for you to help translate and relay my message to the person that rescued us from the captors both times. Do that, and on top of it, you owe me your new life and gratitude for this life. Just a warning though, this method that I’m going to use will not turn you into exactly like when you are still alive. Your body will still be the same, but you no longer breathe nor have the need to eat, drink, or ….defecate. Your body will be cold and the heart will not pump any blood. Your body will be just like an object, and your sense of pain will be dulled, and you will not feel fatigued or tired or the need to sleep. Due to all that, your body will decay over time. You can still use the skills that you have when you are alive, but some of them may have altered compared to when you are alive. If you have an anti-decay skill, you may preserve your body for many years and continue to live eternally, avoiding death as long as your body is intact.” (Meridiana)

“””Yes, we understood the consequence and will be forever indebted to you. Please bind our souls to our bodies again so that we can carry out our last wish.””” (Little girl and the two beastmen)

I hope that they understood the consequences of being an undead, and live their life properly as one. Even among the demons, keeping an undead for a long period of time may get you yelled upon by the upper demons for causing dirt and disease. For humans, I heard they persecute those involved in making them and purge any undead immediately.

There was once a group of humans that entered our domain due to being persecuted in their home country due to researching on the undead. They are a pitiful lot of people who pursue the research of undead purely for knowledge sake and got chased out of their kingdom. The demon kingdom is not one better, as they allow the humans to continue their research in the demon lord domain, only for the current Demon Lord to steal their valuable knowledge away. The members are probably either turned into undead itself or placed under the cursed obedience seal. Mom, I am sorry to speak badly about you and your origin, and I know you meet Dad due to that fateful encounter, but the demons are using that as the reason to overthrow our family. Don’t worry, for I will redeem our family's name again once I escape this predicament. Please watch over me, mom and dad.

After keeping my emotion in check, I focus on what I decide to do. By helping the restless souls here, I might be able to gain some useful allies. But doing so in my weakened state, it may be dangerous or even suicidal. Anyhow, I decided to give it a try, and I proceed to explain my plans to the spirit of the little girl and the two beastmen gathered here. They will help me to look out for any dangerous beings and spirits that may harm or disturb me. The beastmen souls are quite capable, as they continuously keep away malicious spirits that come at me. The soul of the little girl went out to scout the surroundings. She came back a moment later and report to me.

“The path is clear. The kind man from earlier has left this place, and I don’t see any bad men in the path to our bodies.” (spirit of the little girl)

“Can you bring your bodies here? I don’t want to be seen dragging bodies around. If our saviour returns and saw me dragging bodies around, I'm afraid I will get killed” (Meridiana)

“I’m afraid we can’t. We are now unable to move anything from the physical plane. We tried sitting in our bodies for some time, but it doesn’t accept us back.” (Beastwoman 1)

“This is going to be so troublesome. Help me watch out for anything strange and warn me early.” (Meridiana)

“This gratitude will not go unrewarded. We are in your debt forever. We will monitor the surroundings and tell you early if anything malicious is coming your way.” (Beastman 2)

I proceed to follow the instructions of the souls to retrieve their bodies. Their bodies are huge except for the little girl, and I have a difficult time moving them. I invoke and apply strengthening magic on my body, and dragged the bodies to the back of an unoccupied building nearby one by one. After moving one body, I need to catch my breath before I can move again. This is because the minor strengthening magic phenomena cost my stamina and mana as the invocation cost, and maintaining it costs more mana and stamina proportionate to the amount of time it remains active. I have to rest for some time in between each time I move a body. This is an amazing feat for me I would say, as I have never exhausted myself to this extent even when I’m in full health. It takes three hours to move the bodies to the back of the building and by that time, it’s already very late at night.

The surroundings look scary, as I can see many shadows moving around in the background. The souls and spirits of those restless ones are moving around in clusters, trying to get my attention. They are polarized in two groups, the captives, and the human captors. They are the group of spirit or soul that have dispersed earlier, and now they congregated near me again. I ignore them and continue to draw three magic circles on the floor.

After I completed the drawing of the magic circles, I lift and place the body of the little girl first onto the first magic circle. I cannot just drag her there as the circle’s runic words mustn’t be disturbed, or the meaning might change and the wrong magic will be invoked, creating untold amounts of dangers from mana backlash to death by corpse explosion. I put my left hand on my stomach, near the kidney, and my right hand near the head of the little girl. I ask the soul of the little girl to go near the head of her corpse, and from there I invoke the spell of soul binding. With green light emitting on the palm of my right hand, I grab the soul of the little girl, which has turned into a condensed ball of white light and slowly push it into the forehead of her corpse. It took about a minute of precise control and placement of proper runic words on her corpse with my left hand, together with my intention to place her soul back into her body that the magic invocation is successful.

I fell to the ground after the magic invocation. I can feel pain in my stomach, as my kidney is probably damaged after using them as the cost of invocation. I also felt a little weak in the head, probably due to the loss of blood as invocation cost. I take a rest on the ground, and let my body recover. My body runs into emergency mode, and I fell asleep. I’ll be relying on my body’s regeneration to heal the damage that incurred when I do the soul binding with my body as the invocation cost.

I was woken up by a soft crying sound. I wonder how long have I fallen asleep here out in the open. The malevolent human spirits that are buzzing around earlier have left. I checked my surroundings and noticed the figure of a little human girl guarding my body. She is the little girl that I helped bind her soul to her body earlier. She appears to be crying, although those that returned as undead usually can’t express much emotion. I got up and check my body. I did feel better after the rest, and I tried to talk with the little girl.

“Déârü. Ârøgæ rálūã gâ (Hello. How do you feel about your body?)” (Meridiana)

“Guada, araguaaraara. Takaraguadawasafu. Imadragtuaaduaswatfuka. Pudatashis. (Great, my benefactor. Thank you for fulfilling my wish. I am forever grateful to you. Please take this.)” (Little girl)

She seems to understand what I said, and I can roughly understand what she said. It seems that a telepathic link has been successfully established when I made her an undead. She passed me a small bowl with a little white fluid and blood in it. It seems that she saw what I did when my subconscious self took over. I felt so embarrassed that I want to run and hide for showing such a shameful side of me to another person, and a human at that. The earnest face of that little human girl put me into both guilt and more shame. If not for my weakened condition, I wouldn’t accept the offer of that little human girl.

While I slowly licking the content of the bowl, my subconscious self starts to emerge and start licking at it greedily. My subconscious self then moves towards the undead little girl and starts smelling her like a feral beast. I tried to exert control, but my subconscious self is stronger than me currently. I detect a faint smell of my saviour on her lips. I start smelling there intently, and out of nowhere, start licking her lips for traces of his taste. She got taken aback, but she put up a brave front and let my subconscious self do as she pleases.

A while later, I regain a little of my strength and I exert my existence and push my subconscious self to the back of my mind. I apologize to the little girl, but she said that it doesn’t matter. Now that I regain my strength, I go to my second soul bind target, the beastwoman. Both the souls of the beastman and beastwoman are around, repelling any malevolent spirits near me. I tell them that I’m prepared for the next soul bind, and go towards the beastwoman’s body. I invoke the soul binding magic after preparing the necessary steps and grab the soul of the beastwoman which has turned into a condensed ball of yellow light and pushes it slowly into the forehead of her corpse. The glow fades away as her soul enters the body, and she begins to quiver a little and got up from her slumber.

What little strength I have earlier has left me, and both my kidneys are aching badly. I fell onto the lap of the little human girl, and fall asleep there. This time, my body has learned to cope with the pain, and my strength was not as badly drained as before. After waking up from my short rest, I noticed that two more new beastmen spirits now join in to defend me from the surrounding spirits. My subconscious self is the one that took over now since I forcefully awaken myself after using two heavy magic invocations and exhaust myself. It seems that the undead has dragged two more dead bodies of the beastmen and place it here, on top of bad imitations of the runic blood inscription that manifests my invoked magic as soul bind. It seems my subconscious self is ignoring the pleas of the beastmen souls who suddenly added new burdens onto my shoulders.

I will tell them off later for thinking that invoking such magic is so easy to be done and can be cast from the get-go, with poorly conjured magic circles and runic inscriptions. My body will not be able to bear any more invocation of soul bind today. They may have already known that using the soul bind on a recently dead person is when it's most effective, but they can’t just brute force me to continuously cast soul bind with me as the invocation cost. I can’t use the dead as the invocation cost, and using the living as the invocation cost will make me an enemy of the other captives and also with my saviour.

While I try passing all my thought telepathically to the undead, since my body is moving under the control of my subconscious, the undead beastwoman dropped a bloodied wild animal on the floor. The smell of blood overwhelms me, and I pick it up and begin sucking out the blood. My body reinvigorates from the intake of new blood, and I licked every drop of it clean with my tongue. After taking so much blood, my subconscious self seems satisfied and went back to slumber.

I regain control of my body again, and I tell off the beastwoman and beastmen souls that they can’t just decide to add their numbers without consulting me. They apologized profusely, but I won’t accept their request. They said that the other two beastmen had just recently died, so they wanted them to also join as undead. I disagree with such a request, as my body couldn’t keep up with it. It’s already taxing enough for those three, adding another two would kill me for sure. They got solemn, and I said I can do the soul bind only once more before my body loss to fatigue and injuries. After they discuss among themselves, they agree that the male beastman should have his turn, and he followed me.

I invoke the magic on the body in the circle, and the male beastman spirit compresses itself into a ball of blue light, and I slowly bind him into his body by pushing it in through the forehead. Halfway through the invocation and incantation of magic, I heard little footsteps at my back. I can’t move or turn around now, or else the magic invocation will be canceled, and the soul might be damaged or misplaced. The resulting mana from the cost of my invocation will be unable to find a place to go and might backlash at me. I continuously focus on my incantation, and the person now puts a chokehold on my neck. It was at a very critical stage of my incantation, so I only focus on the incantation and ignores the person. I can sense the smell on the hands that hold me. It’s similar to my saviour. I believe this person is someone related to my saviour. I don’t dare to think that it is he himself that appears on my back.

I managed to complete the incantation of the soul bind magic for the third time today and I lose all my strength. My body hurts like hell, and this time the liver became the compensation for the invocation. The little human girl and the beastwoman, both are now undead, approach the person behind my back and tried to talk to it. The male beastmen have also successfully got his soul bound to his body and has now awakened. I can’t maintain my consciousness and my body collapsed only to be supported by the person who put me into a chokehold earlier. Before I totally fall asleep, I saw a dreamy face of my saviour. What a nice dream to have, to see my saviour in front of me at the last moment before I fall asleep.