"Leviathan, you say?" Altair asked curiously.
The woman continued to let him glance at her sinful body. She was no stranger to using it to get men's attention.
He remained cautious. Besides Serafall, only one other person bore the name of the former Maou. She was part of the old Satan's faction—an ally of his father.
"Yes, descendant of the original Maou..." The bitterness in her words was palpable.
She looked at Sona with resentment, though she didn't move a muscle in her direction.
"What do you want from me?" Altair wondered if this was some stupid attempt by his father to get close to him.
"I want..." She seemed to struggle with her words. "I want revenge," she said. Tears began to roll down her cheeks. She looked like a woman in desperate need of help. "I want peace... Asmodeus, he... took control of everything... he did so many things that I can't even look my lover in the eyes," she almost began to sob in the middle of the hall. Whispers in their direction began to come from all sides.
"Follow me," said Sona, dragging Altair into a room separate from the great hall.
Katerea followed them in silence.
"It's soundproof in here," said Sona. "You can talk as much as you want. Oh, my sister just arrived," she said suddenly. Her violet eyes looked at Katerea intensely. It was a warning.
"I would like to speak alone with Lady Leviathan," said Altair. Sona nodded, still suspicious. "So... you want revenge against my father," he said after his companion left, and she nodded.
They both sat down on leather sofas in the small room. It looked like a place of rest.
"I had a lover... your relative, Creuserey... Asmodeus has taken control of him. He has basically made him a sex slave. Asmodeus enjoys men and women with equal ease." Altair was not surprised by this. Although it seemed more like gossip from Katerea.
Asmodeus was a devil; being bisexual only fueled his sin of lust. The young wizard never had such inclinations.
"And you want revenge for your lover?" he asked. The woman was lying. The tears were surprising, but there was no sadness on her face.
"Yes... I want revenge, justice," she nodded.
"And why come to me? Why not go to the Maou?" he asked, watching her body tense up at the mention of the Maou.
"They... don't care about the old Satan's faction. It might even be beneficial for them if we kill each other. On the other hand, you... You are known for your wisdom and kindness, not to mention that you have a personal grudge against your father," she tried to justify herself.
Altair wondered where the hell she had heard that he was nice.
"And yet... just a few days ago you were part of my father's side... how could I trust you?" he asked. He devised a plan that had little chance of success, but he had nothing to lose by trying.
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Katerea remained silent. She wondered if she should offer her body for him to protect her... but protect her from what? He couldn't protect her from anything she couldn't protect herself from. Offering herself would be an exaggeration. It would be easier if he desired her, but although she felt his eyes wander over her body, he wasn't lost in lust.
He was like her father in that respect. He was capable of admiring her body but not giving in to it. He had the bearing of a man who had had many women; he was a hedonist, but his life choices did not revolve solely around sex.
"You can test me," she said, hoping he would ask her for information about the old Satan's faction.
"I want you to sign a contract that you won't hurt me," he asked.
She fell silent again, not entirely sure how a contract would prevent her from attacking him. Contracts can always be evaded. She could find a way to break the contract of a dirty, low-class half-breed devil.
"Can I see it?" she asked.
Altair reached into the inside pocket of his suit. A piece of white paper appeared in front of her eyes. She looked at the words written on it.
Her hands trembled. She wanted to explode the head of the young idiot in front of her.
[Sex Slave Contract]
She read the paper. After the title, there were a lot of rules.
They included not harming him, obeying his orders, and keeping him sexually satisfied. It also included punishments.
She tried to see the magic in the paper, but there was nothing there. It looked like part of a stupid role-playing game.
"Mr. Asmodeus... this is," she tried her best not to kill him.
"A contract. It basically says that you will be my slave," he said brazenly. "I need to know if your words are sincere or if you're just trying to take advantage of me," he said in such a serious tone that he sounded like a lawyer getting his client out of prison.
She read a random excerpt.
"Breaking the rules will be punished with a day of orgasm denial, forced to perform fellatio under the desk while the master works, the slave will be unable to touch herself"
"Ah... well, I got a little carried away," he shrugged in front of her.
"If I sign... you'll make me do all those things?" she asked. Her eyes trembled with rage.
"I won't force you as such. I'll give the order, and you'll obey," he leaned back in the chair, crossing his legs.
"Why make me sign such a... degrading contract?" she asked, confused.
"If you're willing to betray the old Satan's faction... signing a contract like this is nothing compared to all the infamy you'll receive. Think of it as a way to find out if you can put your pride aside enough to do what you need to do," he said.
She thought he was an idiot. All the intelligence attributed to him could be false. She deleted all the information she had about him. He was a lecher; not even a woman's tears could prevent him from trying to take advantage of the situation. But she could use that to her advantage.
"I am willing to work by your side. But I don't want the title of slave. I came to you for help because I saw your potential. Because I heard Asmodeus talk about you, he fears what you could become. But I'm not someone you can take advantage of," she said, handing him back the sheet.
"In that case... I have no way of trusting you," he turned to leave.
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Altair let the magic build up in his back. But he didn't think she was stupid enough to attack in Leviathan's birth house.
"Wait..." her voice called him back. He resisted the urge to smile.
He had modified the contract, which was usually just a blank sheet of paper, to show perverted things. He intended to make her lower her guard.
The slave contract sheet did not emit any magical signature. A blank sheet might have put her on guard, but a sheet filled with a BDSM contract? It would irritate her and make her think he was just a pervert looking to take advantage of her body.
"What's going on?" He didn't turn around.
"I'll sign..." For her, it was only her pride that was being put to the test.
She couldn't believe the contract was real; it was just a show of submission to him.
Her motivation for signing only told Altair why she had been sent, to spy on him or to kill him. No proud devil would sign such a thing unless he were a similar pervert.
"What made you change your mind?" he asked.
"My revenge..." she said.
Altair wanted to ask her why she assumed he would help her in her revenge. If Asmodeus hadn't sent her, how else would she have sought him out specifically?
"Then... sign," he handed her the blood-stained pen and paper.
The devil's hand trembled as she traced her signature on the paper. She didn't feel the little loss of magic.
The contract did not require the signature to be written correctly; it was not a government organization, but rather a matter of magic. The blood was enough to recognize the signer.
"Done... despite everything, I won't do anything perverted..."
"Let me see your tits," he said.
"What?" she asked, not noticing how her hands finished opening her dress, leaving her breasts hanging. "How?"
"Ah... that doesn't matter. Now tell me, did Asmodeus send you?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied quickly. "What did you do to me?"
"I'll give the order, and you'll obey," he repeated his words.
"That's... impossible, do you know who I am?"
"Katerea, you introduced yourself that way."
"I am Katerea Leviatan. I am a descendant of Leviathan, one of the Original Maou. I am one of the legitimate rulers of the underworld! I am—"
"You are my slave. It's that simple," he said.
"No!"
"Say it," he ordered. "Say: I am the slave of Altair Black."
"I am the slave of Altair Black," she seemed to want to cry with rage.
"Damn you."
"Get on all fours and crawl towards me." She obeyed his words. "Stop and turn to the right. Yes, that's it." He placed his feet on the woman's back. "Now. I actually feel a little bad. I skipped a lot of steps with you, you know? Tell me about yourself. I want to know everything, who you are, your goals, your strength, and, of course, the reason why my father sent you to watch over me."
"I won't."
"That was an order."
And she began to sing against her will.
'Did you know it was my birthday, Father?' he wondered as he listened to her say that she was a devil of the Ultimate Class.