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The Master of Eris

Commission for @dbopdew

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Pairing: Demiurge x Nonbinary (born female) OC written in second person

Rating: NSFW

Words: 4,082

Description: She may have offered to serve him, but that doesn't mean she'll do so... without challenging him.

The Roble Holy Kingdom had fallen.

It was gone. All of it. Only the charred remains of humans, animals, and buildings alike would be any sort of memory that would reside.

You could never forget the taste of ash, how the scent of blood weighed heavily in the air. Your bones were nearly crushed had it not been by some miracle the once sturdy frame of the home kept the heavier debris from falling upon you.

There was a mixture of emotions in how to even feel. The city wasn't exactly as glorious as it seemed.

Just like all others, it was seeded in twisted truths that you couldn't say you embraced.

And it was all over, no thanks to the doings of the Demon Lord Jaldabaoth. Even the rich couldn't use their money to sway him. He cut them all down without a care in the world.

He could not be bought.

The only memory that remained of him was the demon standing in the fires of hell, staring back at you with that eerie mask with the twisted grin.

That was all he left you with… His immortal memory.

With nothing left for you at the kingdom, you packed what very few belongings didn't burn in the fire and headed away, somewhere—anywhere—to just start anew.

You weren't even sure where you’d be welcomed. Re-Estize? Even they had suffered a horrible attack not too long ago by the so-called ‘Demon Lord’. With this Jaldabaoth on the loose, it was hard to say where it would be better. The only place that could be considered a peaceful paradise would likely be at his side—his good side.

With the stars glistening in the night sky, you found yourself able to find comfort not far from a twisted oak tree. Its mighty branches and leaves would keep you shielded from whatever would transpire through the night.

The only things you could use for a bed were 2 blankets that managed to survive the horrible war from the demon army. It was better than nothing. While you could make a fire, it wasn't too cold for you to bother.

The howling of the distant wolves made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. An inn would have been better, but affording one wouldn't be ideal now.

Eyes closed, you did your all to ignore the would-be horrors around you.

But your mind raced…raced with thoughts of that night where everything came toppling down. Amidst the screams and the crackling fire, you saw the blue and gold trimmed mask seemingly staring in your direction. The cracked, wicked grin of the mask made a shiver run down your spine as the red eyes glowed brightly.

There was a defiance within you that bubbled to the surface as the well dressed demon casually walked in your direction.

In the heat of the moment, you hadn't even realized your teeth were bared like a feral animal. Only this jumbled memory allowed you to realize what happened during those swift moments that were literal hours.

Jaldabaoth had knelt down to your level, curling his finger under your chin with a sort of smarminess to his tone when he spoke the one word, “Feisty.”

It was almost purred, in a way. Making your heart throb in a whirlpool of emotions.

All of that noise that bellowed in the back of your mind soon felt far more realistic than you could bear.

Eyes opening, you found yourself where you last remembered being. Just under the oak tree with the swaying branches catching the gentle wind. As you tried to catch your breath, you found yourself inhaling it once more as the silhouette of the devil loomed over you.

“Y-You!”

The demon stifled a scoff of sorts. “If it isn't the feisty mutt I recall back in the Holy Kingdom.”

“You…remember me?” You weren't even sure how he would. Knowing very little of demons, you knew one thing was for sure: they had select memories with humans they cared little about.

Jaldabaoth shrugged. “Mm, just never knew a human that wasn't a warrior to act so bold.”

“Yeah, well…consider it a ‘reflex’,” you insisted with a scoff.

“You’re oddly calm, facing down the maw of death.”

You expelled a vocal sigh. “I can’t say that kingdom was really worth mourning over.”

The demon expressed a curious noise.

“It was full of rich people that needed to choke on their money… Spewing all kinds of things that they didn't know anything about.” You were saying this from a personal place. But at this point, if he would kill you, there was no reason to hold back.

Jaldabaoth stifled a laugh, his gloved hand moving to the mask he wore. “Even if they never harmed you physically, you delighted in their death.”

The mask was pulled away, allowing you to see him completely. The devil’s appearance was so uncanny, but regardless, it was a thrilling sight. All those emotions came building up once more, and there was a part of you that so desperately wanted to thank him for freeing you.

“Y-Yeah… umm.. I feel like I owe you for that.”

“I didn’t do any of that for you, pet.”

Hearing such a nickname didn't make you nearly as angry as you thought it would. Even if he was saying it to be condescending.

Just as you thought the conversation would continue, or he would act violently in some manner, the demon turned once the mask had disappeared from his grip.

He was…leaving?

“W-Wait! Wait!”

“What do you want?” The question was cold and direct.

“I just…”

You weren't sure how to even talk about it. You had nowhere to go, and there was no way you would be able handle being on your own. Maybe there was something you could offer him…

“Take me with you!” It was a bold offer, but there was a part of you that couldn't be without him.

The devil’s twisted brow wrinkled at the suggestion, looking over his shoulder at you once more. “The use I’d have for you, well… I don’t think you’d have the stomach for it.” His twisted grin widened at saying such a thing, making your heart knot in your chest.

You clenched your fists, sucking in your lower lip. “How about a servant of sorts? I am sure whatever diabolical schemes you have up your sleeve, I can help you with something in terms of making your workload lighter.”

He could see the determination in your eyes. “Humans are barely allowed where I am from…” Jaldabaoth cradled his chin in thought, mind adrift elsewhere. “However, I might have a means to offer a suggestion to my Lord in allowing you to be such a thing for me.”

Seeing how wide his grin was as he spoke was only slightly unsettling. There was an invisible string tugging at your heart for some unknown reason. His words even had a sort of allure to them that was hard to ignore.

The black gloved hand of the devil unfurled, offering his palm for you to take. “Come,” he whispered eerily.

It was as though those very words had control over every bone in your body. Without thought, you accepted his hand.

“And what is your name?”

You could see the reflection of yourself in his glasses, making you catch yourself as you breathed. “E-Eris, Lord Jaldabaoth.”

He once again stifled a sound of mocking. “I go by another name, pet. Demiurge.” It was there his eyes seemed to open, allowing a sparkling shine to catch the moonlight. “Master, to you, Eris.”

The Great Tomb of Nazarick wasn't exactly the place you thought this demon would reside.

You assumed he would be a demon King of sorts, ruling over his own land without anything to keep him at bay.

But no, there was a higher evil that resided here—a Lich by the name of Ainz Ooal Gown. His presence alone made you wonder if you would be smited if you weren't careful.

Much to your surprise, you were allowed to stay—stay and work for Demiurge, your new Master.

There was only one other human you were able to find pleasant conversation with inside those walls, a young blonde girl named Tuare. She too apparently was under another’s guidance.

One your Master couldn't stand.

“Oh my… Lord Demiurge did all of that?” Tuare asked, still never in any desire to be near him personally.

You nodded. “I don't know if I feel bad about it, I hate to say.”

The innocent blonde couldn't help but be shocked by that. “Why so?”

“Every kingdom has its dark sides.” Knowing what you did about her past, you nearly tried to insist she should know better than anybody. But you didn't want to accidentally bring up old memories. “I just… have seen the worst in Roble.”

“And yet you went willingly with Lord Demiurge?”

You shrugged with a twist of your lips. “Mm, more like I offered my services to him. I mean, just like you, I had nowhere to go.”

“I suppose that’s true, but…” Tuare’s words trailed off, looking into the tea cup before her. “I could never imagine seeing peace with—.” She paused, noticing the very devil heading in her direction.

“Sebas,” Demiurge’s voice spoke in annoyance. “Don't you have other tasks your pet could be doing beyond bothering mine?”

“She isn't a pet, Lord Demiurge.” You could tell in that statement that Sebas Tian was doing his best to hold himself back from losing his temper in some manner.

“Not certain what else you would call a human of such a low standing in Nazarick,” the devil continued, making his way to your side.

“Are you saying maids are of a low standing, Lord Demiurge? That feels beyond you.” It sounded like Sebas was desperate to catch the demon in a trap of sorts.

Demiurge’s brow furrowed in annoyance. “Merely if a human stands there, Sebas. And mine was able to be granted a pardon before all of Nazarick, unlike yours—who you snuck around with.”

You could hear the leather of Sebas’ gloves tighten, but the iron butler could do nothing to retaliate.

Even yourself could say or do little to nothing to stop it from continuing.

Demiurge could taste the unease in the air, leaving him content. “This way, Eris, if you please.”

The moment Sebas and Tuare were out of earshot, you gave Demiurge a scolding look. “You really can’t stop yourself from fighting with him, can you?”

“His misery is the one I thrive the most in,” the demon confessed, arms folded behind his back.

“I thought you listened to all within Nazarick?”

His lips thinned, Demiurge expressing a frown. It wasn't the first time you had seen it, and you knew it wouldn't be the last. Even if his words and mannerisms held some sort of sway over you, it caused a part of you to fight back no matter what that meant.

Not because his tone actually puppeteered you like it once did, but because you found him attractive.

“Underneath Lord Ainz and Albedo is where I reside—everyone else is underneath me. If the tomb is under attack, then I am the leader in place of Albedo,” he reminded you.

“I still find it odd you would be so against just one in particular in Nazarick, Master.”

“It is not your concern where my trust and faith in the others resides, pet.” The title was stressed in an almost demanding tone. Without even saying a thing, it felt like silence was being ordered from you.

“It does seem like you get a bit bitter whenever I talk with Tuare. If you have an issue, it would be in your best interest to—!”

Before you could even hope to finish, Demiurge’s gloved hand grabbed at your throat and your back was soon urged firmly against the wall. The breath was knocked clean from you, and before you could even choke out a single word, the demon seemed to shift his form into something a bit more devilish.

Horns twisted upon his forehead where his black hair had receded to grant a way for them. He even seemed to grow taller, no doubt thanks in kind to the furry and twisted goat-like legs that now supported him. His nostrils flared, the heat of his sigh aggressive against your skin.

It made you bite your lower lip as you felt that rush of emotion that wanted to see him react.

“I don't have to tell you everything about me, pet,” Demiurge insisted, his thumb rubbing over your throat muscles to feel as you swallowed. “You’ll do whatever I say or you will find yourself all the more underneath me.”

Even if you saw him as your savior, that wouldn't keep you from staying in line. Even for an intelligent demon, he was quite hard headed.

“Your eyes are telling me you won’t listen.”

“I—.”

He released you, but his claw was eager to slip into the neck lining of your attire. “Then it would be in your best interest to get inside of the bedroom at this moment. It seems you still require some sort of training to keep that mouth of yours quiet…”

As if he had a magic string tailored to every part of your body, you found yourself unable to say ‘no’. While he had crafted a collar for only you to wear that would actually disobey his [Command Mantra] or even hear the pleasing hum of his words that would force you to obey, there was still something within you that was in dire need to do everything he so asked for.

And more.

In what felt like a blink of an eye, you were upon the bed with the clothing you had on prior ripped from you. Like any toy on this soil, Demiurge too treated you as such.

You were his pet to play with.

His belt slid from about his waist, the sound of such tantalizing to your ears. Walking past you, he pointed before the decorative chair he chose to sit within. “Get on your hands and knees.”

You huffed through your nostrils. “And…what if I don't wish to do that?”

His eyes opened, the crystal’s broken yet beautiful appearance made you choke on the air you attempted to breathe.

“Then I will rip the collar off that protects you from everything I say, and make you do it against your will. Are you going to behave, or must I resort to such measures?”

Doing as he asked ever slowly, Demiurge frowned his disapproval.

“You’re being slow…”

By the time you made it to one knee, he expressed his annoyance all the more.

The heel of his hoof weighed down upon your shoulder, urging you to finally fall into place.

If he wasn't so hot… I would bite his ankle at the very least, you thought. But having him dominate you in such a way was a twisted delight that you tried to keep concealed.

His legs crossed as he kept his hoof upon your shoulder as if to use you as a makeshift footrest. Demiurge’s belt bunched up in his hand, he slapped the leather upon his open palm.

Your knees nearly buckled, a knot forming in your stomach.

“Now then… for earlier…” His words trailed off as there was suddenly a harsh slap upon your exposed ass.

The leather bit violently at your skin, making you nearly crumble. “F-Fuck…!”

Demiurge was unphased. In fact, he couldn't ignore the arousing scent in the air when he did such a thing. “I doubt a single one will do,” he insisted with a fanged grin.

Only the belt biting through the air was your warning, as the leather struck upon you once more to where your chin inched closer to the ground.

“Had enough?” Demiurge asked, his thighs closing together a bit as he couldn't deny the rousing pleasure this whole exchange offered him.

“I…I thought for sure you would have…transformed or something…” You struggled to catch your breath, looking up at him to the best of your ability. Every word you spoke was having him dig his heel deeper within your skin. It was erotic, something you couldn't deny. “Aren’t… aren’t all archdevil breeds bigger than you…?”

His hooves removed themselves from your shoulder, the devil inched closer to you as he sat upon the edge of the chair. What was once a belt, he had looped it a bit in his grasp to use it almost like a whip’s handle.

It rested just under your chin.

“If I transformed fully, you would be torn to pieces,” he reminded you with a sneer. “Besides, what fun would it be if I broke my toy all too soon?”

You wanted to snap back just to be a brat about it, but a part of you wasn't even sure if he would hold himself back if you did this time.

Taking to his feet, he worked on unfastening the rest of his clothing to allow his swollen cock to greet you. “I need you to finish what you started anyways.”

This wasn't the first time you had been urged to pleasure him. However, it wasn't what you were used to seeing before.

His erection held four, fleshy ridges at the underside making you wonder if he could even shapeshift his own cock. “Kinky…” you retorted breathlessly. “Didn't know you could change your dick t—!”

Demiurge grabbed the back of your head, urging your nose to rest upon the underside of his manhood. “Am I going to have to ram this down your throat, pet?”

It was tempting to tell him to do it, but you didn't want to lose the meal you ate prior. This one time… you would behave.

Your tongue flicked against one of the fleshy abnormalities just to see if they would destroy your body in any manner. If the demon didn't have some sort of healing ability, you wouldn't trust doing this without possibly losing your tongue.

It was fine. It was like skin and not a single thing hurt. It just… left an odd tingling sensation upon your tastebuds.

“I’m waiting, pet.” The words hissed through Demiurge’s clenched teeth. Even his tail was flicking back and forth as if to send a mute warning that you were testing his patience.

Grabbing the base of his cock, you flicked your tongue over the slit of his erection before spitting on the head to lubricate the swollen organ all the better for you to even dare attempt to slide it into your mouth, let alone your throat.

A muffled growl rumbled in the demon’s throat. It was a low, pleasant sound that made your heart beat so loudly you could hear it pulsing in your ears.

You moaned in return, the action sending a sort of vibration through the demon that you could tell he quite enjoyed.

Demiurge’s thighs tensed, saliva dribbling from his maw as he gripped the back of your head and urged you to continue.

So much so, you found yourself almost choking just as you feared would nearly happen. Grabbing the base of his cock, you squeezed tightly as if demanding he calm down.

Granted, words were the only things that could reach him at times. Anything else might as well be a mute suggestion of sorts.

Demiurge’s claws moved against your scalp once more, guiding you to where you were forced to move back and forth against the swollen organ. The sounds you could make were lewd, almost pitiful gurgling noises as you tried to swallow at times whenever his manhood would push towards your throat.

Even the bits of pre-come were tantalizing when you felt it kiss your lips in passing when the devil finally removed himself.

You coughed, sputtered a bit from how rough he had chosen to be.

“And here I thought you were trained better…” He humphed. “How disappointing.”

Looking up at him, you stifled a scoff yourself. “Isn't…that the Master’s job to train the pet better…?”

Demiurge frowned at your bold choice of words. “Well then, I suppose I’ve not done a satisfactory job then, have I?”

His hand gripped upon your throat once more, urging you to look him in the eyes (which still remained squinted).

“Your task is far from over, pet. You still have something to take care of.”

With you soon upon your back, you hadn't even a second to ask what it was he had in mind. (Not that you didn't already know). With the demon’s pants pushed down past his knees at this point, his black underwear just barely cradling the underside of his cock, it was there you felt the head of it kissing upon the lips of your entrance.

Your toes curled, a strangled cry of resistance rumbling in your throat. Your whole body was tensed, as you felt him slide inside of you inch by agonizing yet blissful inch.

Demiurge’s moan quivered, a delightful euphoria that rattled him very rarely had his immortal form caged. The tight warmth of your body enveloped him, urging the beast ro start slowly only to begin picking up pace the more that your human form enticed him onward.

Your back rubbed against the carpet beneath you, the rugburns were nothing. You cared little about them. It was the steady swelling of your body adapting to this demon cock that was having you look drunk in the moment.

The euphoria was so intoxicating.

A floral paradise swelled in your gut the more it continued, as the demon thrust again and again. Even the head of his manhood could be felt kissing the entrance to your womb. Something you often ignored thinking about being a part of you.

Only he could make you remember it was there.

“Will you obey me now…pet?” The words were strained through his clenched maw. Even as he dared open his mouth to speak, he did almost look like a hungry predator ready to snatch up its prey.

“I…I!”

The harsh sounds of your thighs slapping against one another filled the room. It made your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head.

Fuck, I just… want him to continue…! you thought to yourself.

Even the fleshy ridges of his manhood were tantalizing. It was like an extra, warm touch that was urging you onward. Each one kissed upon the throbbing walls of your entrance as if to insist that you come.

And your body could hardly keep itself from doing so. Your walls wavered, giving a warning squeeze upon Demiurge’s cock to where the demon could tell you were about to do so.

He grinned widely, saliva dribbling from the corner of his lips. His grip upon your throat tightened all the more.

“Come for me, pet,” he ordered, his unnaturally long tongue slid across his lips as he spoke such a thing. “Come hard, or I will make you do it again…!”

You weren't even sure if you were going to fight that. You almost wanted to test him again, but the way he just slid all the way inside of you once more and flexed his erection, you couldn't.

The head rubbed against your upper walls, thumping it again and again to where a strangled cry erupted from your lips.

Demiurge’s thumb rubbed against your throat, and it was there you couldn't hold back as his desire to withhold your breathing just doubled everything. The euphoria erupted into a blazing inferno only he had control over.

Your walls were squeezing him for all he was worth, making the devil unable to hold back for much longer.

With a deep, throaty grunt, it was there he came heavily within you. So much so that your own body couldn't even contain it. The thick warmth bubbled inside of you, making you pant and heave with delight while your body twitched at soaking up his seed.

The devil remained within you, wanting to have you warm his cock after such a messy display. Inches from your lips, he grinned with a demonic warmth that was both charming and alluring.

“Now, you better behave yourself, pet. Or I will force you to do more.” His claw pressed against your exposed belly as he spoke.

Steadying your breathing, you asked, “A threat… or a promise, Master…?”

Demiurge growled a warning. “Don't push your luck…”

END

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