2025-09-01 00:03:31The moon hung low above the city, silver light spilling through the cracked roof of the orphanage. Most of the children slept in silence, their breathing shallow, their dreams restless after the blood that had been spilled.
But Kael was awake. He sat on the edge of his bed, the Devil’s Dagger resting across his lap. Its faint crimson glow pulsed like a heartbeat, casting thin shadows across his sharp features. His eyes were half-closed, his thoughts lingering on the path ahead. The System’s demand still echoed in his mind. [Main Quest: Path of the Devil.] [Requirement: Gain 3 loyal subordinates within 30 days.] [Progress: 0/3.] It was clear. If he was to walk the Devil’s path, he could not walk it alone. He would need blades, eyes, shadows bound to his will. The door creaked. Kael’s eyes opened instantly. His hand closed on the dagger. But it was not an enemy. A thin figure slipped inside, her bare feet silent on the floor. Her tangled black hair fell over her thin face, but her eyes… her eyes gleamed with something sharp, something hungry. Lira. She stopped before him, her hands trembling slightly, though her gaze never wavered. “You killed him,” she whispered. Kael’s lips curled faintly. “Brann? Yes. I did.” For a long moment, silence hung between them. Kael studied her, waiting for fear, for disgust. But what he saw instead surprised him. A smile. “Good,” she said softly. Her voice trembled, but not with fear. With relief. With something darker. Kael tilted his head. “You hated him.” Her fists clenched. “He starved us. Beat us. Took everything and left us scraps. Everyone feared him, but no one stopped him. No one ever would… until you.” Her eyes burned with something sharp and desperate. “I don’t want to be weak anymore. I don’t want to cower while someone else decides if I eat or starve. I want what you have. Power. Teach me, Kael. Make me like you.” The dagger pulsed in his lap, glowing brighter, and the System’s voice filled his ears. [Ding! Potential Follower Detected: Lira.] [Condition: Form a Devil’s Pact to bind loyalty.] Kael’s gaze sharpened. “A Devil’s Pact?” Another window appeared. [Devil’s Pact: A binding contract between the Host and a follower. Loyalty ensured by soul-binding. Betrayal results in soul destruction.] [Effect: Follower gains strength through the Host. Their growth is tied to the Host’s rise.] Kael smirked. A tool to forge not just allies, but servants who could never betray. The System gave him chains far stronger than trust. His eyes flicked back to Lira. She stood trembling before him, not from fear, but from raw hunger. Hunger for survival, for strength. “You understand what you’re asking?” Kael’s voice was low, cold. “Once this pact is made, there is no escape. You will follow me into shadows darker than you can imagine. You will bleed. You will kill. And when the world curses my name, it will curse yours as well.” Lira lifted her chin, her eyes unwavering. “Then let it curse me. I’d rather be cursed and strong than weak and forgotten.” For a moment, Kael stared at her. Then he chuckled softly. “Very well.” He drew the dagger across his palm. Blood welled instantly, dripping onto the floor in thick, dark drops. The crimson blade pulsed eagerly, glowing brighter. “Then kneel.” Lira dropped to her knees without hesitation, her eyes locked on his. Kael extended his bleeding hand. “Swear it. Swear to walk my path. Swear to follow me until the end of your soul. Swear that betrayal will never touch your heart.” Lira’s voice was steady, unflinching. “I swear. My soul is yours. My strength is yours. My life is yours.” The dagger flared. Crimson chains of light burst into existence, twisting between Kael’s bleeding hand and Lira’s chest. They wrapped around her like fire, searing, binding, sinking deep into her very being. She gasped, her back arching as the chains vanished inside her. Her eyes glowed bright red, a mirror of Kael’s own, and for a moment her body shook as though fire raced through her veins. Then the System’s voice came. [Ding! Devil’s Pact Formed.] [Follower Added: Lira.] [Unique Ability Unlocked: Devil’s Link.] [Effect: Host can share vision, thoughts, and stats with bound followers.] Kael’s mind shifted suddenly. A thread connected him to her, faint but alive. He could feel her heartbeat, her trembling excitement, her burning hunger. He could feel her mind brushing against his, raw and eager. Lira gasped, clutching her chest. “I… I feel it. It’s like fire. Like strength I never had before.” Her lips curled into a smile, crooked and fierce. “I’ll never be weak again.” Kael leaned back, his hand closing around the dagger. The blood on his palm had already vanished, absorbed by the pact. “You’ve taken the first step,” he said softly. “But do not mistake the spark for the flame. Power isn’t given. It’s taken. If you want more, you’ll have to earn it.” “I will,” she said, her voice firm. “Whatever it takes.” Kael studied her for a moment, then smirked. Yes. This one would serve. The dagger whispered in his mind. “One bound. Two remain. Build your court, heir of the Devil. Build it on blood.” --- The next day, the orphanage stirred with unease. The children still whispered about Brann’s death. Fear lingered in their voices, but something else spread now — curiosity. Because Lira, the quiet girl who had always kept to shadows, now walked at Kael’s side. She didn’t cower anymore. She didn’t flinch. Her eyes glowed faintly red, and when she looked at the others, they looked away. “She’s with him now…” “She’s crazy. He’ll kill her too.” “No… look at her. She’s different. Stronger.” Fear spread, but so did awe. Kael saw it clearly in their eyes. The first cracks in their resistance. That night, Kael tested the Devil’s Link. He closed his eyes, focusing, and suddenly he was no longer looking through his own sight. He saw the orphanage yard from another angle, tinted faintly red. He felt Lira’s breath, her pulse, her thrill as she walked past the others, unafraid. The bond was real. She was his eyes. His blade. His seed of shadow. And soon, others would follow. The System’s voice chimed again. [Main Quest Progress: 1/3 Subordinates Acquired.] [Time Remaining: 29 Days.] Kael opened his eyes. A faint smile curved his lips. “The Devil’s court has begun.”
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