The False Book of Darkness: Chapter 2

Monday Blues

Blue sheets, blue wallpapers, blue furniture and blue books. Everywhere I looked, I could find blue and so would the bathroom I found myself as I freshen up. "He really loves his blue, doesn't he?" I whispered as I dried my hair after the much needed cold shower before climbing up a short step and stared at the stranger in the mirror.

Eyeing the delicate features of the young teen before me, I watched as their hands moved, mirroring my own. Was this really me? "This is so weird…" I whispered as I touched my face, inspecting my now softer looks.

It was jarring to say the least, but things could have been worse. "At least I'm cute," I chuckled wryly. That made things a bit more bearable, but I'd need some time getting used to my new looks. There was also the other matter at hand; The fact that the body I now had had a life before.

As much as I'd like to piece together the life of the body I woke up in, I had other pressing matters on hand, namely the shapely succubus that now haunted me. "When I asked what you wanted, master, I didn't mean this," The woman tittered as I stepped out of the bathroom, finding her still bound in rope, "But if this is what you're into, I don't mind~"

"Can you please just give me a minute to think here?" I grimaced as I turned away, ignoring how the rope dug into the woman's full figure and how eagerly she grinded her thighs together. Maybe listening to her when tying her up wasn't the best idea.

Thankfully, as lewd and distracting her voice were, she was staying put, seemingly content to just torment me while she lounged on the bed. "Ok, my master" She purred as he eyes trailed downwards the towel that was keeping me decent, "But don't take too long because I'm getting very impatient"

Now feeling a bit more conscious, I hurried along towards the walk-in closet attached to the bedroom before closing the door behind me. Clutching my racing heart, I leaned against the door as I took a moment to calm myself, but that was easier said than done, seeing what I had gotten myself into.

Touching my side, I felt the smooth skin beneath my palm. There was not a single mark on me, but I could still feel Oni Lee's dagger digging into my back. He killed me, yet somehow I'm alive and it was all thanks to her.

That dream felt all too real. She healed me because I had somehow activated her. For better or for worse, she had bonded to me and now she won;t leave me alone. Cracking the door open for just a bit, I stared at her shapely figure as she lounged on the bed. She was a handful, one I barely managed to get under control.

I was under no illusion that her binding would stop her, but at least gave me some breathing room. Being molested by an ancient superweapon was not in my bucket list. Still, as I observed her, I couldn't help but something was off.

Yes, the unchained Lost Logia looked like the Book of Darkness and her presence had me on edge, but her avatar looked different. Now it could just be that she took on another form (one that was extremely familiar), but the form she took was more mature and bolder, something which he doubted the will of the Book of Darkness I knew would.

Then there were the missing knights. If I remembered correctly, the previous owner met the guardians of the Book not long after she activated it. Even if I didn't have the magical potential of Hayate, they should at least be here to protect her, but they weren't.

"Who are you?" I whispered, feeling uneasy as the half forgotten memories of my dream came to be unbidden. Those eyes, the world covered in corrupted flesh, and that crawling sensation overwhelming my thoughts. "What are you?"

Whatever she was, I can't keep ignoring her. "Oh master, I'm getting bored~" She sang. Not only do I need to keep her occupied, but I need to figure out what I'd do with her. I can't keep running away from her. Throwing together the first thing I could grab, I walked back in the room before plopping myself down on the opposite end of the bed.

"Sorry about that," I mumbled, ears burning, as my eyes strayed down to barely clothed form. Couldn't she have chosen something more decent rather than the scraps of clothes she could have dressed in? Forcing my eyes up, I coughed, "I got distracted."

"Do you like what you see?" Shifting, she offered, "You know you can do anything to me, master and I won't complain" Feeling my core heat up as our eyes met, she whispered, "I belong to you after all"

Cheeks growing rosy, I gritted out, "I'm not your master." What bond they had was temporary, nothing more, "And I'm not that type of person…" At least I tried to be. Just because I find her attractive, doesn't mean I'd take advantage of her.

Staring up at the pouting woman, I sighed. Maybe I was approaching this wrong. She was bound to me now, and I do need to keep her away from people that might want to use her, so being her user shouldn't hurt, but could I do it? Even if she could probably just be a copy, the Book did nearly killed their last master.

"Oh don't worry about that master," The woman replied as a smile slowly stretched across her lips, one which had the hair at the back of my neck, "I'm not like that broken like that copy."
"A broken copy…" I whispered at the sinking realization that my thoughts were not just my own right now, "You're not the Book of Darkness, are you?"

Smiling wider, she replied, "No, I am not… but I can be." With her binding sloughing off her sensual form like they weren't even tied to her, she crawled towards, eyes locked as her hollow eyes gazed at me with longing and madness,

"I can do anything you want," She whispered to my ears as she pressed against my chest, "Or give you whatever you desire." Frozen in fear, I sat there, unable to move as she pressed her cold hands against my racing heart before pushing me down.

"I am your property, your weapon, and your lover," She giggled playful as she mounted my smaller form, straddling my hips while she gazed at me with such hunger, one which threatened to pull me in and consume me utterly, "I can even be your lover if you so desire."

"So long as your master, I will do everything in my power to grant you your wish," She panted as she slowly leaned down and grabbed me by the wrist. With her face flushed and a look of triumph written across her face, she whispered, "So tell me master, what is it that you want?"

Faced with her burning desire, I laid there, heart racing and blood rushing, unable to answer. A part of me wished to run, to push her aside and scream and terror, but a small flame, one hidden inside my chest, started to smolder.

Slowly it bubbled up, stoked by the rage of being rendered helpless. "Get off me," I gritted out as I glared at her, "Now." I was not going to let her have what she wanted. She was my Lost Logia, my Unison Device, and I was her master. She was a mere tool, one made to channel magic. How dare she?

"My my, that's quite the look you have there, my master," She tittered as stared back at the glare I had leveled at her before she let go of my hands and pulled away, yet still refusing to get off my lap, "I like that."

Just as I opened my mouth, the door opened, revealing a raven haired maid standing by the door. Mortified, I turned to her, ashen face. Of all the time to learn that this body had a maid serving him, it had to be now.

"Master Anderson," She replied tersely as she took one long look at the woman atop me, before gazing back down, "... the Executor of your parents will wish to speak to you over the phone. She says it's urgent."

Despite her blank expression, it was hard to miss her judging stare and his Device was not helping one bit. "Can't you see we're a little busy?" Darkness pouted.

Before things got even more awkward, I cleared my throat, "T-tell her I'll be there in a minute." Glaring lightly at my Device, I gritted out, "I just need to get decent."

Nodding stiffly, the woman bowed. "Breakfast is in the kitchen," said the younger woman before she made her leave and closed the door behind her, leaving me all alone with the False Book of Darkness. She was judging the hell out of me, wasn't she?

Not that it mattered to my device as she grinded her hips eagerly. "Now that's she's out of the way," She smirked as she traced a finger down my chest, "How about we pick where we left over~?"

A lesser man would have folded, and so would I before I woke up here, but I was too angry and hungry to horny right now. With my stomach grumbling I let out a tired sigh, "Just get off me, please?"

Thankfully, she relented, as he got off him before stomping off out the door, muttering about the maid. "Please don't kill her," I called out as I trailed right behind her. It was too early for me to deal with this shit.