" Mr. Doctor Man, questions his hands. " - Mr. Doctor Man; Palaye Royale
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Stephen sighs heavily in shame as he observes the sleeping succubus before him. Upon putting her into a celestial coma, he relocated her sleeping form to her old bedroom in the Sanctum. He looks down at her as she sleeps peacefully and contemplates for a moment what he's done and where he should go from here. The last thing he wanted to do was strip Ren of her freedom. She had already been a slave in one way or another her entire life. She never got a choice in what happens to her. She couldn't even choose whether or not she wanted to have sex, blurring the lines of consent for her, something no one should ever have to be subjected to. Now, he's taken even the simple illusion of her freedom from her.
A heavy guilt haunts him as he lightly strokes a hand through her hair. "I'm so sorry," he mumbles under his breath as he looks her over. The sorcerer is broken from his daze when his wife, Clea, enters the room.
"Oh, there you are!" The lavender-eyed woman says, not yet aware of his actions. As Stephen turns to look at his wife, the look on his face, paired with the sight of the woman wearing a collar, a collar glowing with his energy signature, instantly tells her all she needs to know. "What did you do?" she growls at him as she makes her way over to the sleeping succubus.
"I did what I had to do," he breathes and the sorceress sharply turns to him, fury on her face.
"Do you have any idea what you've done to her!? Where did you get the damn thing, anyway?" she asks, referring to the celestial collar and Stephen sighs.
"Of course, I know. Lucifer gave it to me, told me it can be used to control her," he says and Clea shakes her head.
"And I'm assuming he forgot to mention that this cannot be undone," Clea informs him and a wash of realization overcomes the sorcerer as his guilt thickens and he shakes his head. "Congratulations, you enslaved God for all of eternity," she says before abruptly turning and summoning a portal for her return to the Dark Dimension and Stephen looks at her with pleading eyes.
"Clea wait-"
"No. You really fucked up this time, Stephen," she says before disappearing through the portal, leaving the sorcerer alone with the comatose God.
"Shit," he mumbles under his breath and shakes his head before turning around and exiting the room.
Stephen enters the hallway, only to be greeted by an upset trio of otherworldly canines. "Bats..." The dog just shakes his head at him in disappointment while the black dogs walk by the sorcerer and into the room before laying on either side of the succubus, guarding her vulnerable form.
"You know, she's going to be pissed when she wakes up," the phantom dog informs him, and Stephen sighs heavily.
"Yeah, I know," he says, walking away and Bats follows.
