John committed what he had seen to mory. Not only because cute won kissing was always worth the mory, but also because there were things about being a dom there that he very much wanted to try himself.
“That will temporarily satisfy ,” Nathalia remarked as she and Thana jumped up to the rest of the group. She gazed at Momo for a mont. “I didn’t even see you before,” the dragoness comnted. “Are you another one of John’s creations?”
“Yes,” Momo kept it short. Nathalia continued to stare. “What?” Momo asked after several uncomfortable seconds.
“There is sothing odd about you,” the dragoness pointed out, “a familiarity I can’t quite place.”
John raised an eyebrow, that was weird. He had gotten Momo from the Loot system, just like Aclysia. Okay, Aclysia he had gotten from a Quest, but they still both had their source with Gaia, and Nathalia hadn’t raised any complaints about the guardian.
“How about you go away like you usually do and think about it on your own ti?” Momo hushed her away and hugged her sister. There was another thing that John found weird now that he thought about it, Momo wasn’t frozen in terror. There could be a multitude of reasons for this, but it was interesting to note.
“I will not go away,” Nathalia flipped her hair, the cascade of orange falling down in a dramatic fashion. “You will accommodate my presence within Ro.”
“We will do what?” John asked, that sounded like the recipe to get into trouble.
“You heard , John,” Nathalia said and was suddenly all up in his face, their noses almost touching.
“You either allow to stay with you or you are coming with . For the mont I want to keep you within slling distance,” Nathalia hissed.
“Uhm, is there a reason for that?” John wanted to know.
“As you, sohow, already know, I seem to be infatuated with you. I am new to this feeling and will therefore do my best to experience it,” the dragoness answered clearly. “I will, begrudgingly, join that hoard of girls you have. You won’t have a monopoly on , however.”
‘We’ll see about that,’ John thought. He had his foot in the door for making her his completely. All he had to do now was keep chipping away at it and not give her any reason or excuse to see any other n… in the sexual sense. He wasn’t that possessive that she couldn’t see other n period.
“So, you gained a level… and you had your birthday recently. I would congratulate you, but like anything else on this sheet, I can’t be sure if it’s correct,” John said, ignoring the taunting changes to the window. “So, I am to assu that you were syphoning a bit of power off Momo to feed yourself?”
“Sothing like that,” the Horned Rat shrugged. “We are barely tapping into the part where I get more than a stream of uselessness though. 85 levels for her and you say 1 for . What a bad trade to give such a prized possession away for.”
“Stop being a drama king,” Momo chid in, having had enough off people talking over her head, “and lift your damn influence on !”
“No,” the Horned Rat denied, “I will not.”
“So, you are going to leech off forever?”
“I created your heart, so you can pay your poor father back a bit after all,” his next words shook the whole room with unyielding power. “WITHOUT YOU WOULDN’T EXIST!”
Everyone except Nathalia was forced to the floor. It was as if the words themselves pushed them down with the weight of the world. Even Thana crashed onto all fours. “Bloodburn,” she growled. With her blood ignited she tried to fight against the influence, barely managing to raise a hand from the floor before the Horned Rat continued to speak.
“You are free to try and free yourself. If you want to unshackle yourself, and your creator by proxy, from my gaze there is a simple solution.” A sinister laughter forced them flat on the ground; Thana managed to raise herself on one leg. “End yourself, Momo” The blood mage joined the rest of the group as the weight on her increased several tis over.
John felt his ribcage slowly getting crushed by the force. It wasn’t gravity, he was fairly certain of it, it was just sheer magic power that weaved through the Rat’s words. He heard Nathalia growl.
“Of course, I could also strike you a bargain,” the pressure suddenly vanished as the Rat changed to a friendlier tone. It was so sweet it offended John’s ears.
“What would that be?” the Gar asked.
“I could nd her broken wings,” the Rat pointed at Momo.
The support’s eyes went wide. Despite knowing who they were dealing with, she pleadingly looked at John. The wish to fly herself was bigger than her caution could ever be. John, however, wasn’t that easily convinced, “Didn’t you just put that flaw into her to have a bargaining point for whenever you were found out?”
The Horned Rat spread his arms out in a puzzling way, “Who knows?”
“You do!”
“Yes, No, Maybe,” Richard laughed to himself and materialized sothing in his hand; “Will you take the offer or not?”
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