The Imp looked at her status and tried to summon it, "Bonded status." She whispered, not wanting the boys to hear as she tried to repeat the action Eric had taken. The screen that popped up was not a status screen, but and error screen instead.

Error.

No bound detected.

No bound available.

Seek system Aknologia data file bound, for more information.

Error, system Aknologia not detected.

She blinked, 'Not detected? Why? Did something go wrong, am I not meant to be here?' Frowning, she was doing a lot of that lately, and peeking back over to the boys, they found themselves in a heated discussion about the status screen. "No Daniel, this isn't normal!" Eric hissed to his cohort, glaring at the boy opposite to him. "The status is supposed to be fully open, to have us locked out from anything at all mean there is more to this 'Imp'," he said gesturing to her without looking, "than what should have been summoned." Eric finished. Daniel gave him a flat look, "What are you suggesting then?" His voice resonated annoyance at his companion. Apparently the summoning had gone wrong. The Imp gave an internal sigh closing her eyes and breathing through her nose.

"We need to tell your father and have," Eric started, only to have Daniel roar his reply over him. "Not a chance, father will have my hide, and you can kiss you magic lessons good bye!" he punctuated it by sticking his finger into Eric's face. The imp just looked at the red faced Daniel. Something had just caught her attention, it really should have been obvious from the circle around her, but she hadn't connected the dots. She would blame her lost memories, at least she thought they were lost, for not putting it together sooner. "Magic?" he voice called out over the next yell Daniel was about to make. The tone of her voice was innocent and wonderous, it sounded disgusting if you asked her, but she wanted the boys amiable, and if possible manipulatable.

Daniel looked at her inquisitively, studying her. The Imp widened her eyes and tilted her head, in what was hoped to be a cute gesture. By the smirk that came over his face it had worked. "Indeed. Magic, may perhaps this be your first summoning to a magic world, I have read many books on planer travel and.." She tuned him out, 'Man he likes to hear himself talk.' The Imp internally sighed again pretending to listen nodding at the ques and smiling at his "achievements". All the while she was fantasizing about maybe tying him up and showing him just how impressive she found him by completely emasculating him. Fighting the evil smile that kept trying to force itself to the surface. Tuning back in only when Eric interrupted his, what was, gloating at this point.

"That isn't at all how we got the blood to summon her, we just used Bluets." Eric pointed out bluntly, "and there was no otherworldly level three, that total Haerin bile." The boy looked fed up with his, braggadocios, accomplice. The Imp couldn't help, but inwardly cheer at being saved from hearing anymore of Danie's ramblings. Daniel for his part shot a death glare at the other boy, "Then explain me being level four!" He put his nose to the air, for her part she watched Eric who at this point had noticed her looking and gotten nervous now that her sight was on him. 'He must have confidence issues,' she asserted mentally.

"Well, uh, your father, uh," Daniel snorted, "Quit stuttering and spit it out, fool!" Eric jerked at the comment and went red faced, his no longer nervous eyes locked onto Daniels venomously. The Imp was getting the impression these two had not been together by choice. "Your dad," Eric punctuated. "Gives your ass enough beatings, that you couldn't help but gain some type of resistant training, by how thoroughly you get trounced." He was breathing heavy now and as the moment of intense anger passed, and his breathing slowed down. His mouth went agape slightly as though he couldn't believe his own words. Then closed his mouth and looked at anywhere but the other boy in the room. When his eyes eventually locked with hers, she just gave him a smirk and an eye brow raise. This was prime teenage ham drama right here, and she was eating it up.

'This is kind of fun.' She thought, but as Daniels face when grim, she figured she better step in, with her luck at the moment they would blame her and do something rash.

"That's nice and all, but how do you learn magic?" She asked sweetly giving a slight lilting promise of reward if the question was answered. She had no idea what memories had been lost but instincts filled quite a few gaps in dealing with boys. She wondered if she dealt with a lot of teenagers or just boys in general wherever she came from, in an all biased honest opinion, she was good at it apparently. Daniel turned back to her, giving up on his attempt to kill someone with just glaring for the moment. He took a deep breath and exhaled dramatically. "Well you have to have a mana tree first." He started explaining. "Not everyone has one, and you don't typically get to find out until you've started leveling. You can typically find it on the stomach, back, or arms." He said pointing the appropriate parts of her body. With the prompt she looked down. Her hair was still in the way of the stomach, she noted its length to past the genitals, and touching the front of the legs. Reaching up to the middle of the stomach with both hands she moved the smoky looking silk strands out of the way, carefully parting from the center. Smooth toned abs met her gave as the unblemished ashen blue skin came into view.

Daniel leaned closer his eyes dipping down, teenage lust over coming his better judgement, trying to get a look at her privates. The Imp letting go of the hair was about to turn turn around while studying her arms when she spotted a small blemish through her shifting hair on her inner thigh. She had a feeling that was probable what she was looking for but without getting a god look and not wanting to give the boys a reason to look she just returned to her position hoping neither had seen it instead paying attention to her much more covered intimate parts instead, a weird hope for sure. Outside she gave a slight pout, "Guess I got unlucky."

It was an act for sure, but she didn't know enough about what it meant to be a magic caster, or if there was a problem with an Imp magic caster. There was just too much that needed to learned quickly, and with no discernable memories to help it would be even harder to figure things out. Daniel however gave a bright smile, "Worry not it may just take a level or two to pop up. Right? Eric." His tone went hard as he turned to the other boy, a very unnecessary warning in his voice. Eric for his part just stared at her in abject confusion. She tilted her head the opposite way from last time. "Is something the matter?" The Imp asked.

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Eric was about to respond, when a booming voice came thundering down the stairs. "Daniel, practice was ten minutes ago! Do not make me come find you again boy, I will have you lashed like a common criminal. Your a noble, boy, act your station and be on time! Now get out of that hole and get to practice." Daniels gritted his teeth and turned to Eric. "I'm going to have words with you." He threatened, rushing up the stairs like a mad man was out to get him. Eric looked back at her perplexed, and was about to open his mouth to speak. When the loud clank of metal on the stone stairs could be heard. Eric's head whipped to the stairs surprised then back to her eyes panicked, and whispered urgently, "Hide!"

She stalled for a second, looking around the room, eyes darting from one place to the next for a place to hide. The pillars holding the ceiling up were the only choice she could immediately find, and hurried behind one, soft foots steps leaving a pat pat sound with each hurried footstep. The Imps hair moved like black smoke, catching the air as she moved. Her hips swayed with each step and despite the tense situation, she couldn't help but muse at her now very exposed butt must be making quite the oh pleasant sight wiggling back and forth with what little fat was there was giving a shake with each step. She played with the thought making this little jaunt as show but stopped, this probable wasn't the best time to try flirting herself into a better position to figure out more things.

A few seconds after calmly slipping behind the pillar, a man entered the room and wherever calm had been there before immediately shattered. Her body felt it first before her mind caught up, goose bumps came first as her entire body went stiff heating unpleasantly as adrenaline hit; behind the pillar and a breath got stuck in her throat. Shaking and on the verge of hyperventilating, the mind caught up and gulped as pure dread hit her adrenaline filled, a powerful presence like that of a god to an ant now stood in the room with them. It wasn't suppression of any kind but felt like standing in front of a predator that would eat you in a second if given the chance, instincts flared, and she had to fight everything to not try running for the stair case, the only way out of the room.

Closing her eyes she heard Eric respond to the person in the room, "Sire!" The tone was respectful and slightly higher than his usual voice. "Young Eric." The man responded in a not to low but very deep and rich voice. Despite the situation being what it was the moment he spoke she knew she was in trouble. His voice was like a siren to her soul and her libido was now cranked to max. 'Yeah, I'm so fucked.' She gulped, 'one way or the other.' Forcing it down, she kept an ear open the males in the room had been silent for her entire situation.

After a way too long moment the sire spoke up again. "So this is what you two have been up to. I must say, I believed you to be smarter than this boy, unless of course you have a good explanation for realizing a demon in my home." His rich voice was casual, but the edge in it left no mixing of messages. It was more than disappointment, and slightly hostile for her or Eric she wasn't quite sure, but she also wasn't thinking correctly right this moment either, as she had to hold back a moan, feeling like a slut and really didn't like it. Why the hell was she horny right now? 'Questions for later.' She reprimanded her libido and tried to focus.

Eric for his part was in just as much a pickle as her, though for an entirely different reason. "I, uh..." He stammered and then took a deep breath to center himself and let it out with a sigh. "It was... Daniel's idea." Eric stated hesitantly, "but, I made it so that only a weak"

"That's quite enough Eric." The sire cut him off, "I had a feeling the boy was up to something. So where is it?"

Her brain froze. 'Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck.' The Imp's body reheated with adrenaline but the spike was even higher now, on the edge of an insane mix of emotions. Her legs were weak, and could feel her arousal, but was also keeping her eyes sealed not wanting to see her death coming. Oh, and shaking, lots of terrified shaking. "The summon failed." Eric said rather convincingly, despite the worry of his response laced over his voice. Hearing a shift from the Sire, she put all her hope in that one lie. Though she still didn't dare open her eyes, and also was now hugging the pillar for what little comfort it could give. 'Please, oh god please,' she prayed.

"You... would lie for a demon?" The Sire's voice wasn't even admonishing, but genuinely taken aback and confused. "What did you summon?" The older man asked, and then proceeded to wait patiently. Eric floundered some starts to responses and seemed to not know exactly what he was supposed to do, before finally getting enough of his voice back. "An Imp sir, but it was unusual, and..." He trailed off.

"Let us see this Imp," A rush of cold swept trough and then another spike of adrenaline, before a power infused voice rang in the chamber, "Come out!" Her brain processed the words and she really wanted to ignore them, but they bore into her like a physical thing. She could feel something seize her body physically forcing her to comply. Slowly, as innately the body resisted, the arms came from the pillar and started to step out from behind the pillar. She was hyperventilating now and her eyes were now wide open in horror they flicked back and forth seeking anything that could possibly save her, but there was none and she was now standing in front of a very very, handsome man. He had dark brown hair, green eyes, and pleasantly sharp features on his face. 'His boy would be a looker once the baby fat was gone.' She noticed then started to reprimand herself.

'Really that's what your going to think about now, your about to die, leaking like a hoer, and that your damn response perv on his son. For fuck sake brain get priorities strait!' Despite her mental self flagellations, her face was still twisted in fear wide eyed and shaking as she kept walking toward this admittedly fine specimen. 'Quit it damnit, or at least make up your mind body, are you scared or horny?!" Torrent's of terror and arousal were in equal measure it was like her fear response was to get horny, and with two words all of it stopped. "Calm yourself." The Sire ordered it and finally her body listened to her commands again, though that didn't help much as she was now standing in arms reach or at least a lunges reach, but that didn't seem to matter right now.

The Imp's breathing returned to normal slowly as the tension was forcefully pulled from her body, magically, she realized. He was using magic her eyes didn't widen with surprise as the emotion seemed be sucked away with her fear, and arousal. That last one was appreciated as it made it kind of hard to think, the thoughts scattering like the wind. Her focus was back, and with the knowledge that she was probable about to die, but she'd be damned if she didn't try to weasel her way into living somehow, she needed an opening. Before the man could finish apprising her, his green eyes curiously looking over her, she noted he was tactful with his looks, but did not shy from appreciating her nudity, she asked. "Should I call you Sire as well or Master."

She was not to proud to serve him if it kept her alive. The fact that he was great looking was just a bonus, and not the only reason she offered, totally not.

An amused smile quirked his right cheek up, he still had dimples, she WAS in trouble. "It will be master, Eric the contract, let me see it." She kneeled then and put her eyes to the floor. 'At least he not ugly could be worse, but if he slips up even slightly.' She was glad his magic was still active, it was doubtful the cruel smile could have been kept off her face. Minutes passed holding her kneel, as she ruminated on the situation wondering how it had got here, and what questions she would be allowed to ask. A translucent grey box popped up in her view.

Demonic contract,

This contract will break bonds and any other contracts contradicting and may force a backlash.

Do you wish to accept?

Confirm contract/

Deny contract/