"Yeah I'm truly fucked in the ass, literally too." Damon said with traces of fear.
Seven hours ago, he was just a computer science student begging on the streets to earn some money to read his favorite novel.
After being so called 'pranked' by another person, who literally beat him up until he died, he somehow passed through his world, and arrived in the world of Lord of The Mysteries.
He wasn't just a nobody though, he was Katarina Pelle's boytoy, yes that Katarina Pelle, the fearsome Saintess of White.
His dreams of sailing in the blue sea, and slowly building his strength quickly faded.
"What's the chance of me becoming a Demoness?" He muttered to himself with a self-deprecating smile.
"Well, no matter now, I can still do this, I can clutch this." He said with unbridled confidence, it was either complete and utter lunacy or actually it was just that.
Damon took a deep breath before taking some candles which were present around the room, he laid them in a circle and prostrated himself in front of them.
He quickly clasped his hands and closed his eyes,
"The Evernight Goddess stands higher than the cosmos and more eternal than eternity.
"The Lady of Crimson, The Mother of Concealment.
"The Empress of Misfortune and Horror, Mistress of Repose and Silence."
Damon said with a sense of worship and benevolence, after chanting the Honorific Name of the Goddess of Darkness, he quickly explained his situation to her.
"Dear Evernight Goddess, I'm pretty sure this is just going to your voicemail. But I hope you listen to me, I am a transmigrator just like you.
"And currently I'm stuck in the hands of a particular Saintess of White. Who believe it or not, is going to feed me the Assassin potion, after she does well the mhm mhm with me, the devil's tango, you know the reproduction movement."
He paused for a moment, deliberating if the Evernight Goddess would smithe him right here for such Blasphemy, but seeing no lightning, he understood that he was in the all clear.
"Yeah, so could you please help a brother out and I don't know rescue me or well give me a potion so that I won't become a women. Thanks, yours truly, your fellow transmigrator Damon Salvatore."
He waited for a few moments before slightly opening his eyes and glancing at the circle, seeing that there was no magical potion there. He understood that he was absolutely doomed.
Damon turned back and looked at the door, he used his hand and rubbed his chin, pondering on whether he could take the Saint on.
'In my past life I got beaten up by a fourteen year old, what chance do I have in front of a literal Saint.' Damon lampooned in his mind.
Damon paced around the room with his heart beat slowly rising, "Well there's nothing wrong with being a women is there? Sure if I want to have sex I'll have to do it with a man but I could just pleasure myself by myself.
"The Demoness Pathway is pretty strong too, worst case scenario, I change to the Red Priest Pathway at Sequence 4 by then I'll have enough power to run away from the Demoness Sect."
He went through the five stages of grief pretty fast and arrived at acceptance.
Damon opened his eyes and gave a slight sigh, "I am truly fine with this…. or not!"
He said with a renewed sense of vigour as he glanced at a vial in front of him, in it laid a purple mixture.
He quickly jumped towards the ground and took the potion by his hands, almost as if it was his own child.
"Oh thank you Mo—Evernight Goddess, I truly appreciate this benevolent deed. Thanks for you know, not making me get backshotted, I will always worship you, always and forever."
Damon gave a zealot prayer before uncapping the potion and consuming the entirety of it.
It was kind of tasty, like that one sugary drink he had years back.
Damon felt his body changing, transcending, ascending it's normal limits. He felt his body was renewed, his body overflew with power and strength, as the potion changed him.
"Mystery Pryer huh? Well I always liked playing with a handicap. But the Assassin potion would've been a lot stronger….. well beggars can't be choosers." Damon said with a happy smile.
It took him a moment to notice a white strand of paper which laid beside him, which probably arrived along with the potion.
He grabbed the sheet of paper and unfurled it, on it a string of letters were written in a neat cursive handwriting, "This is all the help I'll give, you will survive…. Good luck."
Damon's eyebrows unconsciously raised at the sight of 'Her' words, "Not ominous at all, but whatever I'll take what I can get."
His ears perked up, as he heard the slight shuffling steps coming from the corridor.
"Not good!" Panic surged within him, as he rushed to bring the room back to normal.
Within a few moments, Damon was able to bring the room back to how it was and laid on the bed.
The door was pushed open as an ethereal beauty entered the room, she had pure white skin which remained flawless despite her being a literal fossil.
'Her' silky dark hair wrapped around her body as an innocent expression laid upon 'Her' face. She wore a white robe which came up to 'Her' chest and a white necklace which draped around her collarbone.
'Damn she's hot." Damon admired 'Her' in his mind as he tried his best to suppress his mighty dragon from rising.
"I didn't keep you waiting for too long, did I?" She whispered elegantly, a smile adorned her face as she glanced at Damon.
"N—N—No, n—not at all." Damon's mind blanked out as his blood seemed to be going to other places than where it should.
'Well, Praise The Demoness. I should follow the advice of my senior, surely he can't be wrong.' Damon made his mind to follow his talented senior and walked closer to 'Her'.
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A/N - This chapter is kinda rushed and it's a bit sloppy. I had just thought of the idea and wanted to write it as fast as I could so yeah my bad.