I DIED IN A DEMON'S ARMS, NOW SHE CALLS ME MASTER

Chapter 1: The Demoness Who Killed Me

NOLAN POV

I woke with a blade against my throat, a woman kneeling on my chest, and my own blood drying into a stiff crust beneath my back.

"You were supposed to stay dead," she said.

Her voice was quiet and perfectly calm, which frightened me far more than shouting would have. I tried to swallow and felt the edge of the steel bite into my skin, so I went completely still. Silver-black hair fell across her shoulder, her amber eyes glowed faintly in the gloom, and two curved obsidian horns rose from her temples like something carved for a throne.

"I think you have me confused with someone else," I said.

"Do I?" She tilted her head toward my left. "Then explain him."

I turned my eyes as far as the blade allowed. A man lay on the broken stone a few feet away with his chest torn open and his face gone gray. It was my face, down to a crooked scar through the left eyebrow that I had never owned until now.

My stomach dropped. The last thing I remembered was a flickering monitor and a message that read *Character Transfer Initialized*.

"That isn't possible," I whispered.

"No, it isn't." The blade pressed a little harder. "Which is why I'm deciding whether to cut your throat a second time."

Around us, the shrine was a wreck of cracked pillars, shattered weapons, and stone dark with old bloodstains. A ritual circle had been carved into the floor behind her, and half of it looked as though something had burst out from underneath. Memories began to surface in pieces, like photographs spilled across a table. My name was Nolan Rhyse, I was an adventurer in a world called Veydran, and most of the guild hall hated me. The corpse beside me had owned this body until a short while ago.

"Say your name," she ordered.

"Nolan Rhyse."

"And mine?"

"I don't know it."

Something shifted behind her eyes, so I kept talking before she could decide what it meant. "You hold that knife like someone who has done this before, but your hand is trembling. You're also bleeding through your coat on the left side, and you keep glancing at that broken circle." I kept my voice level. "If I were just a body you needed to finish, you wouldn't care what happened to it."

Her gaze snapped back to me, and the blade did not move. "You're sharp for a man who spent his last week begging the guild for scraps."

"People change after they die."

"They don't." She leaned close enough that I could smell smoke and iron on her. "My name is Veyra Noxen. You know me, Nolan, and you know exactly what I am. Yet you're studying me like a locked door."

"Maybe I'm just trying not to scream."

"Try harder."

I nearly laughed, which would probably have been the last mistake I ever made. Instead I drew a slow breath and played the only card I had. "If you kill me now, you may destroy the only evidence of what happened in this shrine."

Her eyes narrowed. "What evidence?"

I had no idea. But her fingers had tightened on the hilt in a way that had nothing to do with anger, and every instinct I owned told me I had guessed right. "The kind you came here to find," I said. "The kind that dies with me."

For a long moment neither of us spoke. Then she eased the blade back by perhaps an inch, and the relief that rushed through me was strong enough to make my vision swim.

"Tell me what you remember," she said.

"Scraps. A guild hall, an empty purse, and a lot of angry faces." I held her stare. "Nothing about this place and nothing about why you'd want me dead."

"You expect me to believe you forgot?"

"I expect you to tell me why you killed me." My voice cracked on the last word, and I hated how human it sounded. "From where I'm lying, you're the only one here who knows."

Something like hesitation crossed her face. "You stole something that didn't belong to you."

"What did I steal?"

"The thing you died trying to carry out of here." Her lip curled. "You weren't the only fool who wanted it, but you were the one who bled for it."

"That doesn't sound like a reason to murder someone."

"It was an order." She said it too quickly, and her eyes slid toward the circle again. "Not that I owe you an explanation."

"Then why are you still here?"

She opened her mouth to answer, and the floor began to hum.

The vibration crept up through my spine and into my teeth before I heard it. The carved lines in the stone lit one after another with a pale, sickly glow, and dust drifted from the ceiling in thin gray streams. Veyra spun toward the circle with her blade raised.

A voice rose from somewhere beneath the stone, deep and flat and utterly inhuman. "Sovereign vessel detected. Resonance failure confirmed."

I pushed myself onto one elbow. "What does that mean?"

She didn't answer. When she turned back, all of her arrogance had drained away, and what replaced it was raw, unguarded fear, the look of someone watching the thing she dreaded finally walk through the door.

"Get up," she said.

"A minute ago you wanted me dead."

"Get up, Nolan!" She seized my arm and hauled me off the floor with startling strength. "Now!"

My legs nearly buckled, but I stumbled after her while the shrine groaned around us. A crack split the stone beneath our feet and widened into a gap that tore her grip from my sleeve. I hit the ground hard on my side, and she landed on the far edge of the fracture as the pillars overhead began to come apart.

"Take my hand!" she shouted.

I reached for her, and a tendril of black smoke erupted from the circle and coiled around my wrist like a living chain.

"Veyra!"

She lunged across the gap and brought her blade down on the tendril with everything she had. The instant steel touched shadow, every line in the floor flared white and the whole shrine seemed to inhale. Pain shot up my arm, and a pane of pale light snapped into being before my eyes.

SOVEREIGN RESONANCE ACTIVATED.

FIRST COMPATIBLE SOUL DETECTED: VEYRA NOXEN.

CONNECTION INITIATION: FORCED.

Veyra dropped to one knee with her blade still in her fist. A ring of glowing script was spreading across her wrist, bright and burning, and it matched the pattern crawling up my own arm.

She stared at it, then slowly raised her eyes to mine, and her amber gaze blazed with naked fury.

"What have you done to me?”