You could barely catch your breath, the subtle gnawing pain in your side ever present. It had been a solid few month since the shooting but you couldn't help but feel different. How couldn't you? You were literally on deaths door, it was a miracle you survived. You still managed to maintain a strict level of fitness but it seemed increasingly harder than before.

Opening the front door you limp inside, having pulled a muscle in your leg from your previous run.

Monic: "Morning Master! I assume your morning run went as well as usual?"

Hobbling over to the lounge chair you immediately rag doll onto it, giving your leg some comfort as the muscle inside contracts and contorts.

(Y/N): "Define usual.. "

The maid gracefully slink her way over to you before settling directly in front of you. You met each others gaze, and locked stares. As you gazed into each others it felt like an eternity passed, which in reality was mere seconds.

Monic: "Oh my! You're hurt..."

(Y/N): "Barely, I'm just trying to get back on the horse ya know? I feel... different. Like everything I do is for nought. I'm sorry, I don't mean to burden you with such ramblings"

She gives you a sympathetic look before taking a hold of you leg in her tentacles and slowly massaging it, eventually causing the pain to ebb away.

(Y/N): "Huh, neat. I owe you one Monic" (that'll come back to bite you later)

You take her in a comforting hug, not aware of the impact your touch was having on the Elder-God/Maid. Her eyes were twitching, a deep sense of obsession enveloping her orbs. This was all she wanted. You and her, alone, in each others embrace, but the other pesky brats won't allow tha-

(Y/N): "Uhh, Monic are you okay?"

She quickly snaps out of her trance and composed herself, before letting you go.

Monic: "Sorry Master, I was just thinking about the other chores I have to finish..."

(Y/N): "Right. Well I'm here if you ever need to talk to anyone, okay?"

Her cheeks took on a dark blue hue, she was blushing you presume.

(Y/N): "Now, I have a witch to talk to..."

Turning your back on the maid you begin your ascent up the stairs, completely unaware of the lusty and lowkey sinister look the maid behind you was giving.

It wasn't hard to tell where Scathach's room was, considering it had a few decorations planted across the door, like a few superhero stickers and a sign which read "Witch's Den", huh, neat. You softly wrapped your knuckles on the wooden door, awaiting a response from the magician.

Mere seconds later the door quickly swings open, a grey arm emerging from inside. It grips your shirt with an iron clutch and rips you inside.

You could now get a good look at the... women...gargoyle..?

)

You met each others stare, as the gargoyle girl starts walking towards you.

(Y/N): "Uhhhhhhhhhhh......"

You were speechless, and this fact seemed to provoke a giggle from the stone lady in front of you.

Petra: "My my, what a catch. Cute AND muscular."

(Y/N): "Right, and you are?"

Petra: "My name is Petra! I was summoned by a witch but you're the first person I've seen, making you my master!"

Oh for fucks sake, I'm getting major deja vu here.

(Y/N): "And how does that work exactly? I didn't even summon you..."

Petra: "Yes, I'm aware. You may be handsome and strong but I highly doubt you're gifted in the arcane arts.."

(Y/N): "Okay, but why am I your master?"

Petra: "Oh that's simple. If a gargoyle is summoned but goes without a master for 2 hours they become feral..."

(Y/N): "Ookkkayyy, and how long have you been here for?"

Petra: "About an hour and a 55 minutes"

(Y/N): "Right, whatever. I'll become your master, it's not like I don't have the room.."

Petra: "Perfect!"

The gargoyle leaps at your from across the room, straddling your waist.