The Dark Magician Girl ⭐️ | COMPLETE

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I turn and look at the darkened cell in the corner. Ike shifts around nervously as he notices I am now staring at him as he makes himself busy. He nervously arranges Roy into a more comfortable position on the floor. I begin slowly hovering closer to the cell, admiring the work that I have done.

Soon, these useless mortals will meet their fate. They will feed my power and make me the strongest demon lord this world has ever seen. Once I absorb enough vessels, this form will be more than complete.

Ike must have been noticing I am slowly getting closer because he is shifting even more now in the cell, looking like he does not know what to do.

I let out a short, shriek-like snicker, "Useless mortal, do not fear your fate," I tell him. I lift up my left claw-like hand and begin fumbling around with the small pebbles inside the cell around Ike's feet, making him move around even more than he already was, being amused by the sight.

The room is much more shadowed now as the night becomes murky by the increasing roaming purple rain clouds hovering above the castle. The faint moonlight is shining through the windows, down onto the cell, lighting up Ike's face whenever he faces me. Roy lays motionless on the floor at Ike's feet, also lit up by the shining moonlight.

"N—no, Star... please, I know you are in there..."

Once again, I let out a short snicker, puffing at him, "You are correct, mortal. She can also hear you I am sure, however, she belongs to me now and soon... so will you," I make sure I emphasized the importance that his beloved Star belongs to me and soon he will join her. This little fact seems to make him flustered which is highly amusing to me.

This thing called emotion, which is the bane of my strength and power, seems to live deep down inside the mortal's mind and can take control over them, forcing them to do things. Things they do not wish to do or things they normally could not do. This force is powerful and even more powerful inside the soul of a magic user.

This spirit that absorbed me, the demon lord, has almost complete control over its power. Power right at the fingertips, with just a simple thought, can cause an uproar so damaging and so powerful that other souls will bow down to me. They will call me their lord and allow me to absorb them, to become a much more powerful demon. A God even, from the depths.