DxD 0161: The True Trial (1/2)

The days quickly passed as Abaddon continued taking care of the weaker spirits of the clan members while taking short breaks where he teased and questioned Kushia. The woman's defiance was still prominent, but it had clearly weakened a lot. The pleasure, along with Abaddon's questioning methods that always got an answer out of her, left her mentality fragile and weakened.

"We're finally done," Abaddon said, approaching Kushia's bound form. She still had the thick metal collar on her neck, but it wasn't attached to the ground anymore. She was instead kneeling on the ground with her arms tied behind her back and a new rope harness wrapped around her torso.

The woman looked up at Abaddon hatefully yet opened her mouth obediently to take his exposed member in as he rested his hand on her head. "You've gotten more obedient now," Abaddon said with a silent hum as the woman wrapped her tongue around his shaft and moved her head back and forth. "It's just the ultimates left now, and they're going to be the most difficult ones." The woman looked up at him with defiant eyes, making Abaddon chuckle, "Are you hoping that I get killed by one of them?" He asked her. "I won't. And your look only turns me on further." Abaddon grabbed the sides of Kushia's head and started using her throat roughly, making her gag helplessly as her arms strained against the ropes binding her.

Soon, Abaddon unloaded himself into her throat, a good amount of his cum escaping the sides of her lips and staining her chin and breasts. She coughed as he pulled back from her face, barely keeping herself upright.

"It would really be a pity to have you disintegrate into nothingness forever once I pass leave this domain …" Abaddon said thoughtfully. "Tell me, Kushia, how would you like to reincarnate as a member of my Peerage? Maybe my rook. Your ability is clearly a very good defense, the piece should be able to enhance your capabilities well."

"That's not how it works, you horny fool," She had barely recovered from coughing yet was looking at Abaddon hatefully. "We are all spiritual constructs of this domain that are merely simulating the figures of the clan. We can't exist outside this domain."

"Bingo," Abaddon's smile widened despite the woman's disrespectful words. "Your situation is indeed more than an accident," He said, making the blonde's eyes widen before she looked down.

"I don't know what you're talking about," She said without looking into his eyes.

"We'll see about that, my pet," Abaddon rubbed her head demeaningly. "Either I'm going to bring you out as a member of my peerage, or I'll bring you out as a spiritual construct similar to Draig. We'll just have to see which one it's going to be."

The woman didn't say anything, but her shivering state told Abaddon more than her words ever could.

Abaddon didn't push her further and instead lay down on the ground beside her, using his arm as a pillow "Come here," Abaddon yanked his hand, and a chain suddenly got attached to Kushia's collar. It yanked her by the collar as she yelped, falling down on Abaddon's arm as he curled it, pulling her closer to himself. "I'm going to sleep now. Don't disturb me." Tied up, naked, and forced to cuddle with her captor who kept breaking her mentality further and further, Kushia whimpered, shivering despite the comfortable warmth of the man's body.

Abaddon went to sleep while using Kushia as his pillow, uncaring of her state. He'd done the same for the past few days as well. It was also one of his main reasons for keeping her alive.

…

Soon, Abaddon woke up, holding Kushia tightly in his arms. The blonde spirit devil was awake, unmoving in Abaddon's arms as he slept.

"You were supposed to do your best to wake me up so that I would let you go," Abaddon said, "but it's fine. I'll train you well so that you can be my perfect pet."

"Why don't you just die already …" The woman said as Abaddon sat up. She didn't bother to muster any strength to sit upright, laying on the grass instead.

"Nah, I got things to do," Abaddon patted her chest, making her turn away with a hiss. "Responsibilities to fulfill and all that stuff." He didn't continue talking to her and initiated the next stage of his trial by speaking into the air.

No one appeared before Abaddon as he raised a brow in suspicion, instantly summoning the Boosted Gear.

‹BOOST›

Instantly, he created a barrier that surrounded the helpless Kushia Abaddon. Moments later, a violent explosion collided against his conjured barrier, making it flicker as he was forced to channel more power into it.

"You had one job," A male voice spoke with heavy disdain. "To either kill him or make sure that at the very least, he kills you. Not only did you fail, but you enslaved yourself to him. Unbelievable."

"Hey now," Abaddon acted offended, "That's my new slave you're talking to."

‹BOOST›

Abaddon clenched his fist and a wave of destruction spread out around him, moving at an impossibly quick speed. The assailant wasn't revealed, but the hole that was created abruptly to defend against the wave revealed his presence.

"There you are," Abaddon smiled and countless destruction attacks appeared all around that hole, all of them exploding instantly.

"What a handful," The man's nonchalant voice came as Abaddon's attacks were absorbed by more holes that appeared out of nowhere. It revealed a blonde man flying in the middle of the pitch-plack vortices. "I wonder if you can take what you throw …" The attacks were all redirected back to Abaddon.

The Bael heir calmly looked at the approaching Power of Destruction and smiled, "Let me demonstrate," He said before taking control of the energy mid-way. It couldn't even approach him before being turned around and sent back at the Abaddon clan's ultimate-class devil.

"Is that how you wish to play?" The devil smiled, absorbing Abaddon's Destruction once again. Just as he was about to send it back at him, multiple explosions of destruction right on his body distracted him.

"Did you not watch me decimate my slave?" Abaddon smirked. "Don't underestimate point-blank destruction explosions, no matter how weak."

"These weak attacks can't even scratch me," The man said as Abaddon nodded.

"True, but they can distract you enough that some of my actual attacks break through your holes," Abaddon demonstrated his words by making his energy twist around the holes and reach the man. The ensuing explosion of destruction energy sent the man tumbling down to the ground, right in front of Abaddon who hadn't even bothered taking flight.

"You're a troublesome little shit, aren't you," The devil stood up from the crater and dusted himself off. "But beating you was never my goal." A hole appeared right above Abaddon's shield that was protecting Kushia, absorbing it away as the man sent multiple bolts of lightning at her.

"I'm getting more and more curious about this woman," Abaddon said as he sent a wave of Destruction to destroy the attacks that were directed at Kushia.

‹BOOST›

‹TRANSFER›

The three stacked boosts were transferred to the speed and power of a Destruction bullet that Abaddon sent toward the devil who was about to attack Kushia once again. The ultimate class devil's head was pierced by the bullet before he could even summon a hole to defend himself. It exploded the spirit's body into nothingness.

"I'll see how long you can keep her safe," The man's taunt faded away along with his spirit.

Abaddon turned to look at the shivering blonde woman who had a terrified expression on her face as she curled up on the grass. "What is your deal, Kushia? Are all the ultimates of your clan going to prioritize killing you instead of me?" Abaddon asked as the woman nodded.

"Yes," She said without even looking at Abaddon.

"No wonder you don't feel much in particular toward your clan," Abaddon said. "Don't worry though. Since you technically owe me a life debt — multiple, I guess considering how many ultimates are going to try to kill you — you can now wholeheartedly devote yourself to me in mind and body while I protect you from the big bad people."

"Never," She said. "You are the reason I'm in this situation in the first place."

"We have a lot of time here, Kushia," Abaddon said. "The construct allows me a day of rest after each battle against the ultimate-class beings. Despite not needing it, I'm going to take it just to spend time with you. Gotta love the time-dilation aspects of the world …"

Abaddon's words made a horrified expression appear on the woman's face. She had barely endured a month of his psychological torture — the physical stuff wasn't too bad since he was using pleasure instead of pain. Unfortunately, that only amplified the psychological aspect of the torture that she was experiencing. 'I'll break if he keeps going for so long … It's already getting harder and harder to resist.'

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