Fall of another Sword Hero (Erza Mc) Draft

What is this? I feel so lightheaded. Just a moment ago it felt like my entire body was being torn apart and compressed at the same time. What is weird is that none of my armors seemed to protect me against that as well… So I better figure out what’s going on… and fast.

“So she is the extra summoned hero?” A female voice spoke, even though I could barely hear her through the haze.

“Yes. And we have already finished the preparation of her enslavement during her summoning procedure.” The voice of an older man spoke, who immediately sounded like he was the type of person who would piss me off without even trying to.

“I don’t see her slave crest. Did you…?” The woman wanted to ask, but the man interrupted her.

“It was God's will to summon those heroes, but it was our fault that we could not contain them. So God gave us the revelation we needed to proceed. It was on us to Summon a much more powerful hero and engrave the slave crest onto her soul. Now it is time for your part, Minerva. Demonstrate your devotion to God and make her mind as loyal to us as her body.”

“Naturally. As it is God’s will, I shall obey.”

“Hey, you strange people.” I decided to speak up, as their talks about slaves and gods really didn’t sit well with me. I had noticed right away that they had put me in chains and that I couldn’t move my hands well, but if they think that’s going to stop me from summoning a sword and freeing myself, they are in for a nasty surprise.

“It was nice hearing you chat, but I have places to be.” I materialized a sword in my hand. “now if you would kindly step asiiiii…”

I didn’t notice her. How did I not see her? The woman… Minerva… she is now standing in front of me, touching my forehead. I can’t move. I can’t talk… Oh no… I am… getting… tired…

“Let’s just have her unconscious until we brought her to…”

…

Ugh… My head hurts…

I feel…weak…

My arms… my legs… won't move…

what happened…?

“Hey there, beautiful.” The voice of Minerva spoke again, but my vision was too blurry to make her out, even if she most likely stood in front of me. And started to stroke my hair. “You have been summoned to this world as a hero of God, a slave of the almighty and a servant of the church. Do not fret, my lost sheep, as I will guide your mind back on the path that it was always intended to be on.”

Servant of God? Guide my mind? What sort of stuff is this woman on? Though I must admit… whatever she is doing… it feels kinda nice…

“Speak your name, Slave.”

“Erza Scarlet.”

…did I say something just now? It felt like I just heard my voice without speaking. Or did I speak… Ugh… my head is so fuzzy I can’t even tell…

“My dear Erza Scarlet, I want to disillusion you as quickly as possible. You, my pretty little girl, are not a free person.”

I am… not… what? Why…?

“You are a slave. Born as a tool for the enjoyment of others and have lived your entire life like that. You know nothing but servitude to your master.”

I am not… Surely she is wrong… I have… friends… I think…

“You have also mastered the art of ignoring what is unimportant and only focus on your master's needs. Even my voice right now just enters through one ear and immediately exits out the other… My words don’t even stick in your mind at all. Yet all of them are nothing but the truth.”

Uh.. what did she just say. I was sure she said something about… herself… i think? But… Arg… she is doing something to my head… I need to… need to…

“And your master is none other than the holy Pope Biscas T. Balmus, who shall command you in the name of god. And as a servant you obviously fight for your master, think for your master, and, if necessary, die for your master.”

No…no… If I fokus hard enough i can hear her, but… I won’t… fall for her. The Pope… is not… my master. God is not my master. Both are evil… I think… I won't fall for… any of this…

“Just imagine your master, Pope Biscas T. Balmus achieving his destiny. The kingdom is corrupted, the royal family is rotten to the core, the heroes are worthless… and you, as the chosen slave hero, are allowed to serve your master in his quest to rid the world of evil like that. Isn’t that just the greatest dream you could have? Serving the person that will liberate the world?”

Liberating the world… I have always dreamed of… that sounds nice… b-but the pope is evil… i think… He can’t… he wouldn’t… liberate the world… N-no… M-my master would liberate the world from him… and all the evil… yes! I am no servant of Balmus! I will never serve him!

“I can feel resistance in your mind… Are you under the impression that I am lying?”

The female voice giggled, like she had just suggested something ludicrous.

“I’ll allow you to see with your own eyes again. Gaze forward upon your figure and take in what you really are.”

My… my head moved… is that… a mirror?

“Do you see it? Your dress should tell you everything you need to know about your position in this world.”

I…I think that woman was standing behind me… but I somehow can’t stop looking at my reflection…

“See these golden chains all around your body? They represent your devotion to your master. You wear them because you know that as a slave you could never betray him. That's what those chains represent.”

I… see them… my master… he… I could never betray him… I will always be there for him… but it's not… not…

“Have you noticed how much skin you are showing? Your harem dancer dress isn’t covering much more than what is absolutely necessary, and even that is no mistake. Because this represents your trust that your master always makes the right decisions and your willingness to obey his commands. I want you to think about this: How hard would your master have to ask for you to give yourself to him?”

I… I would never… disobey him! My body belongs to my master! If he wants me, he shall have me at that moment! I would never hesitate even slightly with a command like that…

“I can see your determination returning into your eyes. You know what you are now, don’t you? Speak out loud what you are!”

“I am a devoted slave.” This answer came so naturally, I don't even know where I said it willingly or automatically. Though I also don’t know why I would ever even think about lying about that.

“That's not good enough. I want you to repeat after me:”

“Repeat after you…?”

I felt the cozyness return to my mind, it was so nice that my eyes almost immediately closed again. I felt so wrong, yet so right. So defenseless, yet so pleasant at the same time. I was fully ready to repeat her words.

“My master that I 100% serve with all my being is…”

KABOOM!

“What the?!?”

“Huh?”

I felt like I had just woken up from a weeklong sleep from the thundering sound of an explosion nearby. And indeed, the door to this weird room I was in… definitely existed moments prior, though now there was nothing left but a massive hole.

“Master Naofumi! I take her! You and Filo search for that special slave seal the church stole from that slave trader!”

“Gotcha!”

There was a bit more talking from the people around me and even a bit of fighting I think, but it didn’t matter. None of it mattered, except the wonderful man that had just entered the room. I think I literally just kneeled on the floor and stared at the man as he walked around the room, until he finally noticed me.

“Hey there. I didn’t think that church had any slaves… you learn something everyday.” The man spoke and I didn’t dare interrupt him, though I had to know. I HAD TO KNOW.

“Are you… master Naofumi?”

“I am Naofumi Iwatani, the Shield hero of legend or whatever. Here to take back the little thing the church stole from a friend of ours. If I even dare to call him that.”

It’s him. It's really him! The man I serve with all my being, the master I would stay loyal to until the end. I couldn’t contain my excitement! I must have been smiling over both ears, but I don’t care. I was even correct that he was against that evil church. I just can’t believe it's him. My master that I 100% serve with all my being is…

Naofumi Iwatani!

— later that day —

Naofumi was sitting at a campfire during the night with his party, quietly mumbling to himself while the rest were enjoying themselves. “This girl we picked up just casually broke us out of that hidden basement, defeated more than 300 knights and priests single handedly, took on all 3 other heroes, helped us escape and completely insisted that she would even die for her master, which is me.”

He briefly looked up, only to see the sensual smile of the weird girl as she seemingly gave her all to look even more alluring during her dance. And all Naofumi could think of was: “How the hell did this happen…?”

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Sooo… the pope from Shield Hero tries to brainwash Erza from Fairy Tail into helping him in the fight against the real heroes. There is no way that could go wrong…

Commissioned by JustinKombat888