Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

The visionʼs sight blurred further, as more tears surged to the surface. A strangled voice kept repeating her name, again and again—”S-Sera... Sera... Hehe...”—like if it said it enough times, maybe she would open her eyes.

”NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”

A scream of pure anguish ripped from the visionʼs throat, loud enough to shake the dying air.

”Oh? Someone is still alive?”

A voice—casual, amused—cut through the air.

The vision turned sharply. But—

A blackout.

And then—

”Huff... Hufff...”

The vision gasped for air, eyes wide as it stared at the figure before it.

A man stood calmly... with a jagged ʼXʼ scar across his face. He touched his lips with a gloved hand, surprised.

”You...? You actually made me bleed?”

A thick, oily black liquid oozed down from the corner of his mouth.

Another blackout.

And then—

”Arrrhh! Fuck!!”

The scar-faced man—the Master—was reeling backward. Dark black Blood gushed down his face. He gritted his teeth, snarling.

The vision stared at him, fists clenched tightly, fingernails digging into flesh... The pain, the loss, the memories... everything surged like a tidal wave.

And then came the rage.

Hot... Violent... Consuming.

”YOU WILL NOT SEE THE END OF TODAY!! HEHEHE!!”

The words exploded like a thunderclap, filled with fury with an uncanny laugh!

”Oh yeah? Letʼs see, you lowly priest!!” the Master screamed back.

A blackout... and then—

Thud!

A powerful fist crashed into the Masterʼs face, twisting his features brutally. The impact echoed like a thunderclap as his face contorted and cracked under the force. black liquid sprayed midair as his body flung back.

A blackout... and then—

The vision swayed, blurred with red blood... own blood! The sight flickered, the edges of everything distorting. The vision staggered, movements growing sluggish, breath shallow.

”What? Is that it? Over already?” the Master asked with a mocking tone, his voice strained despite the smile. His face twitched, aching from the damage. But still, he laughed—cruel and amused.

Yet,

”Hehe...”

A blackout... and then—

BOOOOM!!

An inferno erupted. Flames exploded outwards, engulfing everything. The entire vision was set ablaze, devoured in searing light.

A blackout... and then—

”Arrh...” the Master groaned.

His face—gripped tightly by a hand. His body writhed, struggling to break free, but he couldnʼt move an inch.

The grip was absolute.

He gritted his teeth, eyes flaring with disbelief and panic.

Sweat dripped down his temples as his body screamed in resistance.

”T-This... this is not possible...”

The vision stared at Master, and with an emotional and pure ice cold voice, filled with divine emotion and unshakable resolve, the vision declared:

”Heed me”

~Ding~Ding~Dang~Ding~

Suddenly, the sacred bells across the Empire began to tremble. They rang, unbidden, their chimes echoing like ancient voices waking from slumber.

They answered the call.

”I will kill... and I will let live...”

A blackout... and then—

The Master screamed in silence as his body was suddenly consumed by white flames, pure and holy.

The fire didnʼt burn—it devoured.

”I will harm... and I will heal...”

A blackout... and then—

”None shall ever escape from my grasp. None shall ever vanish from my sight...”

The Master thrashed, his body convulsing, as his flesh began to wither, peeling back as if his very soul were being seared from his bones.

He was being unmade!

”ARRRRHHH!! STOP THIS!!” he roared in agony, his voice hoarse and shattering.

But the vision simply stared—unblinking, unmoved.

The voice, now deeper... colder... continued:

”Be crushed.”

A pause.

”I welcome all who have grown old... all who have been defeated. Devote yourself to me. Learn from me. Obey me... and rest.”

A blackout... and then—

”Do not forget the song.”

”ARrrhhhhh...NOOoOooooooooOOooOo...”

A blackout... and then—

”Do not forget the prayers... and above all...”

A pause. The air held its breath.

”Do not forget me.”

The flames turned blinding. The entire vision bathed in sacred white fire. Nothing remained visible—only the Masterʼs silhouette burning, still held tightly by the hand crushing his forehead, refusing to let go.

”I am light...” the voice whispered, almost tender, yet inescapable.

”And I shall relieve you of all your burdens...”

A blackout... and then—

The Masterʼs eyes—wide with terror—locked on the vision. His lips trembled, his body breaking down into ash and smoke.

”Y-You... Mons...t...er...” he choked, barely audible, as he dissolved into nothing.

”Beg for forgiveness now...” the voice intoned again, one final time.

”And I shall mark you.”