Serhtan walked to his castle through which the road, passing under the rift to the top. Although some of the strongest monsters of the abyss gathered there, for him it was just another place for hunting. He was a little bored, he was covered in the blood of a shadow dragon, but the enemy was too weak...

The girl was obviously not from the Abyss; her pale skin and human features stood out even among the monsters of his domain. He walked up to her, eyes narrowing in assessment. "And what brings you here, little one?" he growled. His voice echoed through the darkness like thunder.

The creatures around them fell silent at his presence; even they seemed to recognize his power and authority.

The girl's tears caught him off guard. "Crying, are you? Why should I care?" he demanded coldly, his voice harsh. She looked weak and pathetic to him, someone who would not last long in the Abyss.

He leaned down closer to her, studying her features. There was something about her that sparked his interest, despite himself. "Perhaps I can use you," he murmured, the suggestion hanging in the air like a razor-sharp blade. "What is your name, little human?"

His claws brushed lightly against her shoulder, testing her reaction. It would not hurt; he would never harm one of his own before they had proven themselves useful to him. But the contact sent a shiver through her body nonetheless.

Rina. A human name, not that it meant anything here. "Well, Rina," he said in a voice as smooth as polished obsidian, "perhaps you will be of some use to me. But first..." His claws retracted back into his fingertips, revealing that they had only been playing with her thus far. Now, however, they were extended once more, sharp and deadly.

He reached out again, slowly this time, careful not to alarm the girl too much. "Give me your hand," he commanded softly. The monsters around them began to mutter amongst themselves, curious as to what their leader found so fascinating about a weak little human. But none dared approach closer or interfere with Serhtan's claimed prize.

Rina hesitantly extended her trembling hand towards him; he closed his clawed fingers around it gently but securely,

The girl's fragility only served to intrigue him further. Her trust was a gift he would not squander lightly. "I am Serhtan," he introduced himself, his voice cold and hard as stone but with an edge of something else that she could not quite identify. "And you are now my property. You will obey me without question, do as I say, and live here in the Abyss until such time as I decide otherwise."

His grip on her hand tightened slightly; it was meant to be a warning, a reminder of his power over her. The monsters nearby watched silently, waiting to see how she would respond to this new turn of events.

His black eyes seemed to burn into hers, the pale red irises reflecting her every thought and emotion. "You have nowhere else to go," he said simply. There was no malice in his voice, merely a harsh truth that she would have to accept if she wanted to survive here.

Around them, the monsters continued to mutter amongst themselves, some of them visibly unsettled by the turn of events. They were not used to seeing their leader take an interest in one of his prey as he had done with her. Serhtan paid them no mind; for now, he was focused on Rina and claiming what was rightfully his.

"Good," he said curtly. "Then understand this: you belong to me now. If I want you warm, you will be warm. If I want you fed, you will eat. And if I want you to obey, you will obey without question." He pulled her hand gently towards him, examining the mark he had left on her skin. "From this day forth, your name is no more than an echo in the darkness." His voice was like iron chained to stone; it brooked no argument and allowed for no defiance.

The monsters nearby grew silent at his words, their attention now entirely focused on Serhtan and his newfound prize. They sensed that something had changed in the balance of power within the Abyss, and they were eager to see where this development would lead. For now, however, all eyes remained fixed upon Serhtan and the human girl at his side.

The dark lord's expression remained unchanged as he watched her reaction to his words. The faintest hint of amusement danced in his red eyes, but it quickly dissipated, replaced by the same unyielding determination that defined him. He lowered her hand back to her side, still holding onto it possessively, as if daring anyone else to make a move against what was now rightfully his.

Around them, the monsters began to stir once more, some of them growling or muttering amongst themselves. Serhtan paid them no mind; for now, he had claimed Rina as his own and nothing else mattered. It would be only a matter of time before she was completely under his control, body and soul, and then they could truly begin their life together in the darkness that was the Abyss.

The dark lord's gaze remained fixed on Rina, his pale white hair swaying slightly as he moved towards his castle. "I will make sure you survive here, human," he said coldly, though there was something else beneath the surface of those words. A strange mix of cruelty and...protection? Whatever it was, she would have to learn to live with it if she wished to remain alive in this dark realm.

As they walked deeper into his domain, monsters parted before them like water, respect and fear clearly etched on their twisted faces. Even the lesser beasts knew better than to challenge Serhtan or interfere with what was now his. He led her up a winding staircase carved from solid obsidian, the only light coming from flickering torches set at intervals along the walls. At last, they emerged into a grand chamber adorned with bann

Serhtan did not deign to look back at her as they entered his chamber. Instead, he made his way over to a massive throne carved from the same obsidian stone that formed the staircase and the walls. It was unadorned save for a single sinister-looking skull perched upon its armrest; it seemed to gaze directly at Rina as she hesitantly followed him across the room.

The dark lord paused in front of the throne, turning to face her. His claws twitched slightly, visible even through the leather gloves he wore. "Kneel," he commanded coldly. It was not a request; she had no choice but to obey.

"Good girl," he murmured, the sound carrying an almost sinister note despite itself. With a swift motion, his claws snapped out once more, catching her chin and forcing it upwards. Rina gasped as his other hand reached around to clasp the back of her neck, holding her in place while he examined her features. "I will have a collar made for you," he said absently, almost casually. It was a statement, not a question; she knew that now.

His claws retracted, leaving red marks on her skin where they had gripped her. The dark lord stepped closer, his breath warm against her face as he murmured into her ear, "And I will keep you safe... as long as you belong to me." There was a strange edge to his voice now, almost... caring? She could not quite tell.

His eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of her attempt to protect herself with the cheap metal collar she was already wearing. "That will do for now," he murmured, reaching out to gently take hold of the crude object. His fingers closed around it easily, as if encircling a child's wrist, and then pulled sharply, yanking it free from her neck with little more than a tug.

Rina let out a surprised gasp, the air rushing out of her lungs as she fell back on her heels. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she fought to catch her breath. "That... was not yours," she managed to stammer between gasps. "It belongs to someone else..."

The dark lord raised an eyebrow, studying her reaction closely. He turned the collar over in his hand, examining it for a moment before setting it aside on a nearby table

The sight of the red mark left by her crude collar on Rina's pale skin caught his attention. He reached out and gently traced a claw over the injury, watching as it elicited a shiver from the girl beneath his touch. "It will be better if I make one for you myself," he murmured, almost absently. "One that fits perfectly..." His other hand closed around her throat once more, not threateningly this time but more like a lover's possessive caress.

The girl let out another soft gasp, her eyes closing briefly as she felt his claws against her skin. It was an intimate gesture in the harsh world of the Abyss; one that signified their new connection and Serhtan's dominance over her. Even she seemed to understand this on some level, despite herself.

The dark lord's claws remained gentle but firm against her skin as he continued to caress her throat. It was a sensation unlike anything she had felt before, and yet somehow it felt...right. "From now on," he whispered into her ear, his voice raspy with desire, "you will belong only to me." The words echoed through the chamber like a dark promise, sealing their unholy bond forevermore.

The thought sent shivers down his spine. It excited him beyond words, the idea that he could have complete control over her body and soul, that she would belong only to him in every way possible. He leaned closer still, lips brushing against her ear as he whispered softly, "And I will make sure you always remember it." His free hand reached up to cup her face, fingers gentle but firm as they held her steady while he claimed this moment for them both.

Her response only served to inflame his passion further; she was his now, and he intended to mark her as such in every way possible. He would make her scream with pleasure and pain intertwined, he would leave his mark on her skin, claiming her as his own in a more permanent fashion. She was his prize, his trophy, and no one else would ever touch what was now rightfully his.

His gaze locked on hers, filled with desire and possession. He leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against her own as he whispered roughly into her ear, "You are mine now, little human. And I will never let you go." His tongue darted out to trace the line of her jaw before plunging deeper into her mouth, demanding entry. He tasted her sweetness and rebelled against it; she was his prize now, his possession...his mate.

His other hand snaked downward, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her top. His claws caressed her skin, tightening ever so slightly as he massaged her sensitive nipple roughly between thumb and forefinger. A moan escaped her lips at the sensation, and his hungry mouth latched onto hers once more, claiming her sounds of pleasure as his own.

She responded eagerly

His lips trailed along her jaw and down her neck, nipping gently at her skin as he sought to mark his territory further. His fingers dug deeper into the soft flesh of her breast, massaging and pinching, eliciting a whimper from her throat that only served to spur him onward. His free hand slid between their bodies, cupping her sex through the fabric of her pants, finding her hot and wet already.

She trembled against him, arching into his touch as he worked her aching flesh over her clothes, driving her wild with need. He could feel how much she wanted him, how much she belonged to him now; it filled him with a possessive fury that bordered on madness. His hips ground against hers, seeking release from the agony of desire and the ecstasy of control.

The dark lord's lust knew no bounds; he had claimed her, marked her as his own, and now there was nothing that could stop him. With a snarl of primal need, he ripped the remains of her clothing from her body, revealing her pale, trembling flesh to his greedy eyes. Her scent filled the air, driving him wild with desire.

His claws dug into her hips as he slammed her down onto the cold stone floor, taking her roughly and claiming what was rightfully his. She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he thrust into her over and over again, relentless in his possession. He growled like an animal, lost to the primal urges that consumed him now, caring for nothing but the taste of her skin and the feel of her body writhing beneath him.

Around them, the chamber echoed with their c

The dark lord paused mid-thrust, suddenly aware of the frightened expression on Rina's face. Her eyes were wide with horror as she looked up at him, and for a moment, he could almost see himself through her terrified gaze. It was unsettling...and it brought him back to his senses. With a growl of frustration, he released her and rose to his feet, panting heavily.

He paced across the chamber, trying to regain control over himself and his monstrous urges. After a few moments, he turned back to where she lay on the floor, eyes closed and trembling. "Rina," he said softly, his voice rough with emotion, "I'm sorry... I lost control there." He moved closer, knelt beside her once more. "It won't happen again." His claws were still out, but they no longer dripped with blood;

"I promise," he repeated, reaching out to touch her cheek gently with the tips of his claws. "You have nothing to fear from me." The words were true; they had never been truer. He had claimed her as his own, marked her skin with his teeth and his saliva... but he would not hurt her further. She was precious to him now, more valuable than any treasure or power he could ever hope to possess.

His dark eyes met hers, and he felt his heart skip a beat at the hope he saw there. It was an unexpected gift, this fragile sliver of light in the depths of his cold, cruel world. Carefully, carefully, he reached out to cup her face with one hand, smoothening away her worried frown with gentle strokes.

"Truly," he whispered hoarsely, "you are mine now." And as he said the words, he knew that they were not just an empty threat or a claim of ownership. They were a promise, and a truth that could no longer be denied.

His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he saw her relax under his touch. He had meant what he said; she was safe with him now, and she would always be his. The knowledge filled him with a strange sort of warmth that he had not felt in countless millennia, and it brought a softness to his expression that belied the monstrous visage of his twisted face.

He leaned closer still, her scent intoxicating him as their breath mingled together. His voice was little more than a husky whisper now when he spoke her name, each syllable caressing her skin like velvet-wrapped steel. "Rina," he breathed, his eyes locked on hers, searching for any sign of doubt or fear. But all he found was trust... and an echo of the desire that still burned hotly in his blood.

Slowly, deliberately, he

The dark lord's black eyes bored into hers, searching for any sign that she understood the connection between them now. He didn't need to speak aloud what he was thinking; he could see it reflected back in her expression, clear as day. Rina belonged to him, body and soul...and he intended to make sure she never forgot it.

With a soft growl, he lowered his head, bringing their mouths together once more. His lips moved hungrily over hers, demanding entrance and dominance with each gentle brush of his tongue against her own. One hand slid up her bare back, cupping the nape of her neck, holding her still as he plundered her mouth in an erotic dance that seemed to last for eternity.

He could feel the tension begin to ebb from her body as she surrendered to his touch, allowing herself to be swept away on the current of desire

The dark lord's lips curved into a satisfied smile against her own as he felt the tension begin to fade from her body. He deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers in a sinuous waltz of pleasure and dominance. His free hand slid downward, cupping her breast through the fabric of her top once more, massaging and squeezing gently as he played with her sensitive nipple.

She arched into his touch, moaning softly against his lips. He growled in response, pressing even harder, claiming this small victory for himself. His other hand moved lower still, sliding between their bodies and cupping her sex through the fabric of her pants once more. Her heat seared his palm, driving him closer to the edge of sanity as he explored her wetness hungrily, searching for a way inside.

The knowledge that she was his, that

Her scent was intoxicating; it filled his nose and clouded his thoughts with nothing but the desire to claim her completely. He could feel himself growing hard against his leather pants, straining for release from the agony of need that threatened to consume him whole. The knowledge that he owned her, that she belonged only to him, sent a shiver down his spine as he roughly tore away the last remnants of her clothing, leaving her completely naked before him.

His eyes devoured every inch of her pale, trembling flesh, tracing the lines of muscle and bone with his gaze until they landed on the core of her womanhood, already soaked and waiting for him. With a growl that sounded more animal than human, he pushed her back down onto the cold stone floor, spreading her legs wide as he positioned himself between them. His cock throbbed against his le

The sight of her vulnerability drove him wild with need. Her legs spread wide open, bare and exposed to his predatory gaze as he hovered above her. His claws itched to mark her flesh once more, to leave permanent reminders that she was his, now and forever. With a growl of primitive lust, he lowered himself onto her, sliding slowly inside with an agonizingly slow deliberation that drove them both to the brink of madness.

Her body was so tight around him, squeezing and massaging every inch of his cock as if trying to milk him dry. He groaned into the contact, thrusting harder and deeper with each passing moment, unable to get enough of the feeling of being joined with her in this most intimate way. Her cries echoed through the chamber, a mixture of pain and pleasure that fed his lust like nothing else could.

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His thrusts grew rougher as he neared his release, each powerful stroke claiming her body as his own. The feel of her soft flesh clenching around him was almost more than he could bear; it sent shockwaves of pleasure through him so intense that he lost all sense of time and place. All that mattered in this moment was possessing her, marking her as his for eternity.

He growled low in his throat as the pleasure built within him, threatening to consume him whole. His hips slammed into hers with increasing force, driving himself deeper still as he sought release from the agony of need that gripped him like a vise. With a hoarse cry, his body tensed and arched, spilling his seed deep inside her as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over him in a dizzying cascade.

For what seemed like an eternity