Distressing Dominance | Owl House x Reader

Chapter 35

The rage that had fueled me moments before now twisted into a cold, methodical anger. "You're right," I said, my voice eerily calm. "I don't fully understand this power. But I'll be damned if I let you go without a fight."

Her eyes widened as she realized that I wasn't going to be so easily deterred. With a snarl, she lunged at me, but I was ready. I sidestepped, grabbing her by the waist and slamming her down onto the floor. She grunted in surprise, and I took advantage of the moment, flipping her onto her stomach and pinning her arms behind her back. She struggled beneath me, but my newfound strength was too much for her to handle.

"You think you can control me?" she spat, her voice filled with a mix of pain and anger.

But I had had enough of her games, enough of her manipulation. With a snarl, I flipped her over so that she was on her back, my knees pressing into her body, keeping her pinned to the floor. "I don't have to control you," I said, the words dripping with venom. "I just have to make sure you can't control me."

Her eyes narrowed, and she bucked wildly underneath me, trying to break free, but my grip was unyielding. "You're just a boy playing with fire," she hissed, her voice strained from the pressure.

But the demon's essence inside me was now a raging inferno, and I wasn't about to let her go. I could feel the power pulsing through my veins, demanding release. I leaned in closer, my eyes burning with a fiery intensity that mirrored the chaos within me. "Wrong," I whispered, my breath hot against her ear. "I am the fire, and you're about to get burned."

With a sudden burst of strength, she managed to flip us over, and suddenly she was on top of me, her hand around my neck. She sneered down at me, the light from the flickering candles casting a sinister shadow across her face. "The joke's on you, I like playing with fire." she growled, her nails digging into my skin. "You're just a human, a weak, pathetic little human with no place here. You belong to me, now."

Her lips crashed down onto mine, the taste of her magic bitter and intoxicating. I struggled, trying to break free from the suffocating grip she had on me, but she was too strong. The kiss was a declaration of war, a promise of dominance and submission that I refused to accept. I could feel the demon within me roaring in protest, but it was too late. She had taken control of the situation, and she wasn't going to let go without a fight.

But as her lips lingered against mine, something strange happened. The power I had felt building within me, the power that had given me the strength to stand against her, began to wane. It was as if the very essence of the demon was being siphoned away, leaving me weaker and more vulnerable with every passing second. I felt my grip on reality slipping, the room spinning around me like a kaleidoscope of darkness and despair.

With a snarl, I pushed her off, gasping for air. "What have you done?" I croaked, my eyes searching hers for any sign of regret. But all I found was amusement. She had taken something from me, something vital, and she was reveling in it.

Eda smirked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "What did you expect, human?" she sneered. "You think you can play in the big leagues without getting dirty?" She stood, brushing herself off and looking down at me with disdain. "Your demon will be no more, just give it some time."

The room was spinning, and my vision blurred. The power that had once coursed through me was now a flickering ember, barely keeping the demon at bay. "My power...you took it away from me..." I choked out, my hand flying to my throat, feeling the absence of the fiery essence.

Eda's smirk grew wider as she stepped back, her hands on her hips. "Not entirely," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Just enough to keep you in check. You're still a human, after all, and humans are so easily broken."

Her words hit me like a slap across the face, and I struggled to stand, my legs feeling like jelly beneath me. The room swam in and out of focus, and the weakened demon's essence within me roared in protest. But she was right. Without the power that had been growing inside of me, I was just a lost boy in a world that despised my very existence.

As I staggered to my feet, she stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with a victory that was not yet hers. "You're going to serve me now, Y/N," she said, her voice a mockery of sweetness. "You're going to be the perfect little pawn in my grand rebellion."

I couldn't let this happen. I couldn't become a weapon for her, not after all we had been through. "I'll never serve you," I spat, my voice filled with defiance. "Just...just fucking kill me already, you crazy bitch."
Eda's smirk fell, and she stared at me with a mix of surprise and anger. "Kill you?" she scoffed. "That would be too easy. I have plans for you, Y/N, plans that are much more... entertaining." She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to trace the line of my jaw. "You're going to help me bring down the Emperor's Coven from the inside out. And when we're done, the Boiling Isles will be our playground."

Her touch was cold, like the icy grip of fear that was slowly wrapping around my heart. "I'll never help you," I managed to say, my voice barely a whisper. "I'd rather die."

Eda's grip on my jaw tightened, and she leaned in so close that I could feel her hot breath against my cheek. "You will help me," she murmured, her voice a seductive hiss, "or I'll make sure that the human realm and everyone else you care about suffers for your defiance."

The weight of her threat settled like a rock in my stomach. I had to find a way to regain my power, to fight back against this madness. My eyes searched the room for anything that could help me, and they fell upon the remnants of the human exhibit, shattered by our battle. An idea began to form, one that was desperate and dangerous, but it was the only hope I had left.

I played along for the moment, my voice strained but filled with a newfound resolve. "Fine," I said through gritted teeth. "I'll help you. But first, I need to... to gather myself."

Eda's grip on my chin loosened slightly, and she studied me with a suspicious eye. "Very well," she said after a moment's hesitation. "But don't try anything stupid. You won't like what happens if you do."

With a nod, I stepped away from her, my legs wobbly but my determination unshaken. I made my way to the human exhibit, my eyes scanning the wreckage for anything that might help me. That's when I saw it: a small, unassuming book titled "The Human Experience: A Guide to Understanding the Mortal Mind." It was tattered and worn, but the spells within its pages might hold the key to my salvation.