DxD 0078: Request
The next day, when everyone was doing their own thing, Abaddon was ambushed with an amusing encounter.
“I wish to become your servant.” Asked the girl who had blue short hair.
“Denied.” Abaddon didn’t care and walked away without a second thought.
“Please, I’m begging you!” Xenovia practically knelt on the ground in front of him as she asked him again, “Please… Give me a chance…”
“Why would I even do something so dumb? You tried to kill poor Asia by hammering her in with meaningless guilt bullshit. Not to mention you are a generally bad person.” He said.
“I admit… I was wrong about Asia… But why are you saying I’m a generally bad person?” She asked with a somewhat flat expression on her face.
“Too troublesome…” Abaddon waved his hand and moved to the side before walking forward.
“Anything… I’ll do anything… Please” Xenovia clenched her fists on the ground so tightly that they drew blood, “I just need… some purpose…” She said with a tremble in her voice.
Hearing her, Abaddon paused as he looked over his shoulder at her defeated form that was kneeling on the ground.
“Are you ready to replace the presence of God in your mind?” He asked her with a glint in his eyes.
“W-What?” She asked with widened eyes as she looked over her shoulder to meet his gaze.
“If I’m going to make you mine, I want you completely… Your body and soul, everything must belong completely to me.” He gave her a deep look that almost overwhelmed her and made her heart thump. She felt as if she would drown in his eyes that were seemingly sucking in all light from the surroundings. But she kept maintaining eye contact with him.
“I’ve been abandoned from all directions… The faith I’ve had all this time turned out to be for someone who doesn’t exist… The doctrines I have followed my whole life have suddenly been rendered meaningless…” She paused as she turned her body toward Abaddon’s direction, “And the people that have been treating me as their holy maiden have turned on me and have excommunicated me… I have nothing left, not even my own faith…” Even though her words seemed full of despondence, her expression only grew more and more determined with every moment.
After turning to him, still on her knees, Xenovia crawled toward him before reaching him again, “Please… Give me a purpose… my lord…” She said to him as she pressed her forehead to the ground.
Abaddon admired the sexy curve of her back as she kneeled in front of him while also gazing at her perfectly toned butt that was straining the fabric of the tights that she was wearing.
He stayed silent as he let her stew in uncertainty for a while as he thought about her thought process. He’d noticed the power-hungry gaze that she had when she looked at him. Though it was more about serving a powerful being than about wanting that power for herself. She’d spent her entire life serving for a singular purpose— God. And now that that purpose had essentially disappeared, she was in an extremely volatile state that made her take desperate action to find some kind of a purpose in her life.
‘I wouldn’t be surprised if she killed herself in a day or so if she fails to find the purpose that she is looking for…’ Abaddon mused, ‘And she’s a pretty good swordsman. I could see that she was unbelievably in sync with Excalibur Destruction.’ Unlike Irina and Kiba who were given the ability to wield the swords by artificial means, Xenovia was a natural-born holy sword wielder. Even after turning into a devil, she would be able to use Holy Swords.
‘I could strong-arm the church into giving up their fragments, leaving only the single seventh fragment from the true Excalibur… She would be the best person to wield that Excalibur…’ Abaddon finally came to a decision.
By now, Xenovia’s shoulders were trembling as weak whimpers were heard from her. She’d assumed that Abaddon had decided to refuse after so much time. She stayed in the same position, without the energy to move from there as she felt herself about to cry.
Abaddon got down in front of her on one knee and brought his palm to her head before painfully clenching her hair in his grasp. Xenovia released a hiss of pain as she was forced to look up at him with tears filling her reddened eyes.
“You have one chance to back out. Once I decide to make you mine, you won’t have the chance nor the right to regret it.” He looked at Xenovia directly in her tear-filled brown eyes.
Xenovia instantly shook her head even though the movement made her feel a lot of pain due to Abaddon’s tight grasp over her hair, “I will never regret it…” She said.
“Follow me.” He maintained his hold on her hair as he turned and started walking. Xenovia tried to stand up, but his hand was firm and didn’t allow her to stand up. She understood what he wanted from her and felt humiliated. Initially, she resisted the thought of crawling behind him like a dog, but then a jolt of pain shot through her body from her scalp, making her already weak resistance disappear.
She stayed in her kneeling position and moved forward, crawling slowly with many thoughts running through her head.
Xenovia felt her cheeks redden up as she was forced to crawl through the corridor, having no power over herself and having to obey whatever Abaddon wanted her to do. As much as she was feeling embarrassed at his degrading treatment of her, she was more turned on by his display of power that showed her how easily he could take control with her having no ability to resist.
By the time they reached in front of a door, Xenovia’s breaths were heavy. As she heard the clicking sound of the door opening, she assumed that they were going into Abaddon’s bedroom.
She followed Abaddon in, as he closed and locked the door.
When he finally let go of Xenovia’s hair, she was finally free to look up at him with eyes that were filled with carnal desire. That single humiliating walk had made her confident in her decision to serve Abaddon.
“Undress.” He ordered her and she followed promptly as she pulled her casual t-shirt over her head, revealing the modest white bra underneath that hid her bountiful breasts.
“May I stand, my lord?” She asked him, still in a kneeling position on the ground. Seeing his slight nod, she stood up and took off her tights, leaving herself in just her underwear.
“Will we be making babies right now, my lord?” She asked him with a straight face making Abaddon chuckle.
“I see now that you are just as much of an airhead as Irina. Just in a different manner.” He laughed as he walked up to her and grabbed her by her nape and pulled her face close to his, “You are far from having earned the right to fuck, let alone actually bear my children. Understood?” He asked.
“Y-yes, my lord…” She said with a strained voice due to his hold over her nape.
“Good girl. Lie down on the bed on your stomach. I’ll be drawing a magic circle on your body.” He instructed her.
“Yes, my lord…” Xenovia promptly followed his instructions.
Abaddon, on the other hand, thought something, ’She’s someone who needs to be shown a display of power and control… I’ll make sure to take things painfully slow.’
‘I wish I could call Seekvaira. But she would flip if she realized that I used Black Destruction…’ There was a reason that Abaddon hadn’t asked Seekvaira to put him in a dilated time room until he got back his power. Of course, Seekvaira’s reaction wasn’t the only reason he didn’t ask for a time room to get the power back, but it was a big reason nonetheless.
His attention went back to Xenovia who was patiently lying on the bed on her stomach with her hands on her sides.
‘That ass though…’ Abaddon’s gaze was on her amazing toned ass for a few seconds as he walked to her before unceremoniously grabbing her ass.
Xenovia whimpered at his action but made no move to resist. Letting go of her ass with a spank that made Xenovia squirm, he trailed his fingers up her spine to her back before encountering the strap of her bra.
“Let’s get this out of the way…” He said as he opened the strap before pulling it to the sides and going into his thoughts for a few seconds. In the end, he tore off the shoulder straps of the bra and pulled it away completely, leaving Xenovia with no protection on her naked upper body.
Instead of taking the route that he took with Aika, Abaddon conjured up a brush that he infused with his Demonic power and pressed it on Xenovia’s back. The blue-haired girl gasped as she felt warmth filling up her entire being from the infusion of Abaddon’s Demonic power in her body.
She felt like that power would collide with the holy attribute of her energy and hurt her, but there was practically no resistance as the demonic energy melded into her skin, as if her holy power didn’t even exist.
‘Her body has spent more than a decade bathing in the holy energy that came from Durandal and Excalibur Mimic... It will take about a week to reincarnate her if I go by the slow method which took only a day for Aika… Cleaning out Holy energy is no joke…’ Abaddon thought as he manually drew the magic circle on Xenovia.
Also, another reason he went with this was that just creating the circle through the normal means wouldn’t be as fun as teasing her with this.
As Abaddon ran the soft brush over her body with painful slowness, Xenovia’s squirms got more prominent as she tried to move around to resist the ticklish feeling from the brush.
“Stay still, Xenovia.” Abaddon added a spank on her ass with his words making the girl go completely still as he continued his masterpiece.