First Slave Jessica...

The morning sun rose, casting a golden hue over the quiet town. David awoke, his eyes heavy with the weight of sleepless nights. His body moved mechanically through his morning routine. The cold splash of water on his face did little to wash away the bitterness clinging to his soul. Stepping outside, the beauty of the flower gardens lining the streets felt almost mocking. Vibrant colors and sweet fragrances seemed out of place against the darkness festering inside him. He walked to town, each step echoing hollowly, the rhythm of his movements empty.

The coffee shop was a refuge. A place to drown his thoughts in the bitterness of black coffee. He ordered his usual: no milk, no sugar—just pure, unadulterated darkness, much like the state of his heart. As he sipped the steaming liquid, the low hum of conversation surrounded him, but it barely registered. 

"Do we even know how to trust heroes anymore?" A man's whisper pierced through the air. "After everything that's happened, can we really call them saviors?"

David's grip tightened around his cup, his knuckles turning white. Rage simmered beneath his calm exterior, threatening to boil over. He finished his coffee in silence, bought some snacks for Ruby, and left, the weight of the world pressing down on him with each step, each one heavier than the last.

As David approached the orphanage, his gaze landed on Ruby. She stood with two figures—John, the so-called hero, and Jessica, the self-proclaimed God of Thunder. His heart clenched at the sight. Ruby, his precious student, looked uneasy, her small frame trembling beneath their questioning. 

"Do you know Habil?" John asked, his voice cold, clinical. "What's your relationship with him?"

Ruby shook her head violently. "I don't have anything to do with that monster! He killed my friend—the one I considered a sister!"

David's blood ran cold. The mention of Habil—the man who had destroyed so many lives—ignited a fire within him. He stepped forward, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

"Ruby, I'm here," he said, forcing a smile that didn't reach his eyes. 

Ruby's face lit up with relief. "Master!" she cried, rushing to him. David handed her the snacks, his voice gentle but laced with underlying tension. 

"Take these and share them with your friends, okay?" 

"Okay, Master! I'll see you later!" Ruby's innocent cheer was a stark contrast to the darkness surrounding them. She dashed off toward the orphanage, leaving David alone with the two heroes.

The moment Ruby was out of sight, David's smile vanished, replaced by a cold, menacing glare. His aura shifted, the very ground trembling beneath his feet as the wind howled around him.

"Don't even speak about that motherfucker," he growled, his voice low, dangerous.

John raised his hands in a placating gesture. "I know you've lost a student because of him, but we're trying to find out why these things are happening."

David's eyes narrowed, his gaze icy. "For a child rapist, a pedophile, death is too kind. But tell me," he said, shifting his focus to Jessica, "who is this woman, and why is she allowed inside the holy church and orphanage?"

John hesitated, his voice faltering. "She's my subordinate."

David's voice grew colder. "Did you ask permission from the Tower Master and the Holy Father to bring her here?"

"No," John admitted, his confidence unraveling.

"Then kindly leave," David commanded, his tone leaving no room for debate.

John nodded, confusion spreading across his face. Jessica remained silent as they walked away, but as they turned, Jessica caught a glimpse of David's murderous aura—a raging storm of hatred and vengeance directed straight at her. A shiver ran down her spine, but she said nothing, simply following John into the fading light.

As night descended, cloaking the world in shadows, David sat beneath a tree, a piece of bread in his hand. His appetite had long since disappeared, and his mind was a whirlwind of rage and sorrow. Each memory of loss fueled the fire inside him. 

He noticed Jessica approaching, her figure a faint flicker of light in the growing darkness.

"Why have you come here?" David asked, his voice void of warmth.

Jessica's eyes locked onto his, unblinking. "I have a suspicion. I think you're the one causing these situations, turning people against the heroes."

David laughed—cold, mirthless. The sound sent chills through Jessica's spine. With a flick of his wrist, he cast a shroud over the world, erasing her presence from the eyes of the gods who watched over her. Darkness enveloped her, and panic surged as her powers faltered.

"You're under my power now," David's voice hissed, dripping with malice. "Do you not remember this power?"

Jessica's eyes widened. "This… this is the power of the previous God of Darkness, the Eternal God!"

David's laughter echoed like thunder in the night, sending a cold ripple through the air. He stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with dangerous intent.

"You're right. And now, you're at my mercy."

His hands moved slowly, deliberately, as he used dark magic to bind Jessica's wrists and ankles. She struggled, but it was futile. With a snap of his fingers, her clothes disintegrated, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. David's eyes roamed over her body, a twisted smile curling on his lips.

"Ah, what a gorgeous sight," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Such beauty, such perfection. It's almost a shame to defile it."

Jessica's breath hitched. "You don't know what you're doing. I'm a god!"

David's laughter cut through her protests. "Shut the fuck up. You're no god. I'm the only god standing before you. Even your so-called husband, the one you all worship, can't sense you now."

His hands roamed over her body, rough yet purposeful. Jessica cried out, her pleas falling on deaf ears.

"No! Please, let me go! Don't touch me with your filthy hands!"

David's grip tightened, his voice a low growl. "I begged for a chance once, but you all laughed at me. You looked down on me, kicked me to the monsters, and left me to die. Do you remember how that felt?"

Tears streamed down Jessica's face as David's hands explored her body. Despite her desperate attempt to remain silent, the pleasure he evoked in her was undeniable.

"I won't kill you," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "No, I have a better plan. I'll make you my slave, loyal only to me. You'll be my dog, my plaything."

David's eyes darkened with malice. His presence was overwhelming, the night air thick with tension. Jessica's breath quickened, her body trembling as she realized there was no escape.

With a flick of his wrist, David's dark magic bound her even tighter, leaving her completely exposed. A slow, satisfied smirk played on his lips as he drank in her helplessness. His fingers traced the curve of her body, possessive and demanding.

"You've spent your life standing above others," David murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "But now… you're beneath me."

Jessica gasped as his lips brushed her neck, his tongue flicking against her pulse point. She shuddered beneath his touch, her body betraying her in ways she couldn't control. His hands explored her, one cupping her breast while the other traced the curve of her hip. His fingers teased her, pinching and kneading her soft skin until she writhed beneath him.

David's grip tightened, relentless and unyielding. "You'll learn to crave this," he whispered, his voice dripping with dark promise. "To beg for it."

He pushed her down onto the soft grass, his hands parting her thighs, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin between them with agonizing slowness. Jessica gasped as he slipped a finger inside her, teasing her, testing her limits. He added another, curling them just right, drawing soft moans from her lips despite herself.

"Your body betrays you," David chuckled darkly.

Jessica's thighs trembled, her body fighting between resistance and surrender. With a sudden withdrawal, she whimpered at the loss.

"Not yet," David said, his voice like ice. He positioned himself above her, his breath mingling with hers.

Jessica's heart pounded in her chest as she felt him press against her, the hard, insistent pressure of him. He leaned in, kissing her deeply, consuming her with a kiss that left no room for resistance. He thrust into her without warning, stretching her slowly, inch by agonizing inch. She gasped, pain and pleasure mixing into a dizzying sensation.

David groaned, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer as he began to set a slow, torturous rhythm. He wanted her to feel every inch of him, to know that she belonged to him. Jessica's gasps turned into moans as he quickened his pace, his hips snapping against hers. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, mingling with their ragged breaths.

David buried his face in the crook of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he drove into her harder, faster, with growing urgency.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice raw with possession. "Say it."

Jessica's nails dug into his back as her body trembled beneath him. She couldn't hold back any longer.

"I'm yours," she gasped, surrendering to the pleasure.

David smirked, pleased. He reached between them, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over her sensitive flesh, pushing her higher, closer to the edge. She shattered in an explosion of ecstasy, her body convulsing beneath him. David followed soon after, groaning as he spilled inside her, marking her as his in every possible way.

They lay together in the quiet aftermath, bodies slick with sweat, the cool night air doing little to ease the heat between them. Jessica's breath was unsteady, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of their passion. David's hand ran lazily through her disheveled hair, tracing slow, deliberate patterns on her skin.

"You belong to me now," he murmured, pressing a possessive kiss to her lips.

Jessica nodded weakly, her mind fogged with exhaustion and pleasure.

This was just the beginning.