“Lady… Isabella…?”
From the very beginning, Gabriella had felt strangely hazy.
She wasn’t sure what was happening to her body.
The pure silver-white holy power that once filled her seemed to have been replaced entirely by 【Shadow】.
When Isabella summoned even more of it, the darkness and silver intertwined in the air, captivating Gabriella completely.
Especially the way the shadow danced around Isabella’s fingertips; she found it… enchanting.
It brought back memories of that baptism in darkness, her mind emptied, impulses and desire warring within her, Isabella’s command becoming her entire world.
And now, when Isabella took her hand again, that familiar sensation returned.
Though it still wasn’t strong enough… still lacking.
“Nn…”
Gabriella trembled.
【Shadow】 flowed into the black wedding ring, then poured straight into her body.
It was a satisfaction similar to the usual 【Gift】, no, this was the true 【Gift】.
She tilted her head, gazing deeply at the Demon King who had pulled her into her arms.
Unconsciously, one stocking-clad leg climbed onto the bed; the lace trim rubbed against the sheets with a soft, suggestive shrrk.
“Turning me into your kin… isn’t that what Lady Isabella has always wanted?” she probed softly.
“This time is different from before. This time, I will make Gabriella submit to me willingly.”
“I… I…”
Isabella’s patient explanation only made Gabriella stammer.
She had been pretending all along that her memories hadn’t returned, hiding the truth from Isabella.
Because if she agreed now said yes, it would feel like there was no going back.
To become the Evil God’s apostle, to submit completely…
What made Gabriella feel both guilty and faintly despairing was that a tiny part of her actually looked forward to it, kept imagining what it would feel like to be dominated.
Of course she remembered how it felt to be controlled. She remembered her own thoughts back then, her craving for the Evil God’s power.
She had even injected 【Shadow】 into Tina’s 【Adjudicator】.
But…
Wasn’t that more or less the same as the act she’d been putting on all this time?
Would her real fall change anything in her life?
Even if she truly became an obedient kin, the Evil God’s apostle, would it really alter what was coming?
Gabriella didn’t want to think about it.
Because the more she thought, the deeper she sank into a bottomless mire.
If they were simply in love, fulfilling a small portion of her lover’s wishes was only natural.
“I… accept~” Gabriella nodded gently.
“I will offer my loyalty to Lady Isabella. Besides… I’ve long been a wife who can’t bear to be apart from you.”
That answer made Isabella extremely satisfied.
“Gabriella… do you want to try again?”
“Can you do it?”
“I can’t, not fully. If I completely awakened the old ‘me’, you would be dominated instantly and turn into a cute little kin who only knows how to moan.”
“That kind of…”
Gabriella couldn’t continue.
Her face felt like molten iron; she was sure steam was about to rise from her cheeks.
“The old ‘me’ still doesn’t understand what love is. So… I will teach her what love truly means.”
Whether it was Isabella pulling her onto the bed or Gabriella moving on her own, she didn’t know.
Before she realised it, she was already straddled Isabella’s waist.
The Demon King’s tail was wrapped in writhing black shadow, like a gift ribbon waiting to be presented to her, impossibly tempting.
All of it was the power of 【Shadow】.
Isabella had given her countless gifts before, and Gabriella had accepted every one with joy.
Looking back, they were all treasures she cherished.
This 【Shadow】 must be another carefully chosen present.
“I still owe you one 【Gift】, don’t I?”
Isabella murmured, as though giving the coming act a perfect excuse.
“You defeated the Ice Saint. Now… this is your reward.”
Gabriella’s heartbeat thundered.
She had thought about it so much, worried so much, yet in the end she didn’t hesitate at all.
If she kept accepting the 【Gift】, she would soon become a full demon.
This time it would be even more serious, she would become the Evil God’s apostle.
She might accidentally lose her mind and help destroy the world together with the Evil God!
Just like the thought that had briefly surfaced earlier.
It’s fine.
It’s really fine~
Because I can still lift the curse.
I can still fix everything before it’s too late.
I only like Lady Isabella a little, just a tiny bit~
This time I’m just indulging her a little, showing my sincerity.
It doesn’t mean anything more.
It’s definitely not that I actually want to become her obedient kin, to fall as the Evil God’s apostle.
I won’t fall…
“Are you ready? I’m going to take your first time… right there.”
Isabella breathed hotly into her ear.
“Yes~ Lady Isabella…”
Gabriella’s voice was sweet as melted candy.
She let down every guard and opened her arms wide, as though all of this were perfectly natural.
The more Isabella used her power, the more skilled she became, and the more memories returned.
Gabriella didn’t think the Evil God’s awakening would bring disaster to the world.
She knew Isabella, knew her personality.
Sometimes gentle, sometimes forceful.
The softness she had once experienced didn’t make the beginning feel strange.
As an overture, it was perfectly acceptable.
As time passed, the pace quickened, rhythm grew urgent.
There was a little discomfort, but gentle caresses soothed it away.
Eventually her body surrendered to the cadence, and her parched heart drank deeply of warm, sweet dew.
When the power suddenly surged with decisive intensity, it shattered the last of her shy hesitation and timid anticipation, making her feel just a little out of control.
A brief ache, a flash of pain, then everything was soothed by sticky, loving kisses.
In her daze she remembered the meaning of all this, just to please her Miss Demon King, and her heart calmed.
She devoted herself fully to the other woman.
Isabella might be forceful, but at her core she was still a hopeless romantic fool.
Every decisive thrust felt like it branded her soul. Some things were quietly, irreversibly changing.
“I… sa…”
“Ah… ah~”
“Not so suddenly… nn.”
“Mas… ter…”
“Master~♡”
…
Outside the window, the light turned orange, bathing Gabriella’s flushed face in sunset glow.
She paid no mind to the black stains on the sheets.
Beneath the thin fabric of her dress, her once-flawless, slender waist was now traced with ghostly black patterns, like the accents of an evening gown, or the dark marks left by the Evil God, proof of her demonification and fall.
Yet when Gabriella lowered her head and looked at her shadow-tainted body, a satisfied, blissful smile curved her lips.
She gently stroked her still-burning lower abdomen through the dress and whispered with utter contentment,
“I love it~”