Chapter 7

Keima lounged on the sofa of his home. Elsie manned the kitchen doing what felt most natural to her, housework. He looked up briefly.

"She's here."

On cue, the doorbell rang. Elsie seemed to be manning everything that she could at once. But due to her master's wishes, she wore nothing but an apron. As the bell rang, she gracefully reached for the door. Opening it, she had to catch the weak-kneed track girl as she practically fell through the door. A phone number had been written on her right breast and her panties lay around her knees.

"I-I'm here, Master."

Keima motioned, and Elsie found herself carrying Ayumi to where their God was sitting. He has a command for that too?

Ayumi was unceremoniously dropped, but before she could yell at Elsie, she realized that she was inches was from Keima's feet. Quickly, she assumed a bowing position. She ached with need and she was seconds away from just humping his leg.

"Rise, slave."

She shivered, and stood. Maybe she could cum soon?

"I have found something interesting about you. I want you to meet Elsie. She will be my personal slave from now on, and you will get to know her very well."

But I'm not into girls. She swallowed, and then nodded.

"What might not be visible about her, is that she is in fact a Demon. And she has told me some interesting things about possession."

Ayumi wanted to kick his face in. He thought she was possessed?

"A great part of it is that they feed off of people who contain a great amount of anger or self doubt in themselves."

Her anger died. She felt him cup her chin, and with wide frightened eyes, she looked at her master. Though she feared her master, he had also instilled a deep sense of trust within her. Her only hatred was for...

"Open your mind to me."

Ayumi felt a rush, and suddenly both she and Keima were standing in a place that she had been to before. It was a massive field of flowers, many of them beautiful, but at the edges of the field, some of the flowers seemed… off. Keima walked over to one of them. As he touched one of the more beautiful flowers, Ayumi suddenly got a flash of a man and a woman softly cooing at her. She realized that these were memories. Memories that seemed to signify a better time. She suddenly shuddered as the memory seemed to take on a darker tone, and the cooing became screaming, the stroking became beatings that rain down on her infant body. Her eyes widened. Because she was here, she could remember how it had been before. What was happening to her?

Keima stood up. The flower that he had been touching had grown thorns, while its petals had darkened to a poisonous hue. "Your mind is already eroding. In a few weeks, you would have been left as a shell of yourself." Without warning, he suddenly reached out and twisted one of the infected flowers. Ayumi could feel him in her mind. She screamed as she felt something being ripped from her. Keima did not once let up, and finally, a her scream was replaced by another.

The sole Katsuragi turned and watched as a second Ayumi appeared. But it was clear that this was a demon of hell. Without warning, he let go of the flower and seized the demon's head.

The demonic Ayumi's eyes rolled wildly in her sockets. "You know how to find me? Here? I am supposed to be king!"

Keima smirked. "You possessed one of my own subjects. I know my way through her mind because I have been here before. You are just a trespasser that needs to be put down." His grip on the demon's face increased and with a quick clench, destroyed it.

He turned to where Ayumi was twitching on the floor. "I was not hurting you. So why were you so effected by a corrupted memory?"

Ayumi looked up at him. "I-I could f-feel it h-holding on t-to my m-mind. I-It was d-digging into m-me."

Keima's eyes flashed. Only he would have say in his subjects' and slaves' mind. Then he noticed that Ayumi had stopped shaking. Experimenting, he released his hold on his emotions. Ayumi keeled over as she nearly passed out. She could never remember feeling so at peace.

Keima watched. This was interesting…

Ayumi had never felt so good. She could feel her master's presence flooding her mind, but now it felt comforting. Slowly, she moved into a kneeling position. Where before she had loathed her position as a slave to this man, now she would accept it. He was her Master, and she felt comfort that he Mind, Body, and Soul belonged to him.

Keima raised an eyebrow. He could hear what was passing through her mind, but he had not foreseen this particular consequence. It was like an advanced version of Stockholm Syndrome, and it seemed her acceptance of this would be permanent. With a single sweep of his hand, they exited her mind.