Draco's consciousness teetered on the brink of unconsciousness. He experienced both pain and pleasure. He was both cold and hot. He felt both hatred and love towards his master.
When he came to, he had no more doubts about anything. Not even about the pain he felt at losing his position and his family. The lies in his head had gone — the lies he told himself about not enjoying watching his sister being fucked by his cousin. Now, he could admit that it was a forbidden pleasure that he had discovered at his lowest point, which had become his obsession. He wondered if he would ever be able to enjoy such a spectacle again. After all, it was not fitting for an inferior being to witness a superior being mating.
Despite his desires and feelings, one thing dominated his mind: servitude.
He was a possession, an object, a slave. And he had a possessor, an owner, a master.
Draco was no longer entirely Draco. Draco was a servant.
"Master!" he said, his voice higher-pitched than before. It was more servile and friendly. There was a hint of emotion in his voice.
"Draco the elf," said Altair in wonder.
His ritual had been successful. Draco was the first male slave he had ever acquired.
There were side effects, though. The blonde man was more hunched and pale, with slightly bulging eyes and thinner, brittle hair. These characteristics were not so supernatural as to seem inhuman; rather, they were those of someone ill.
"Sir, do you have any orders for Draco?" he asked servilely, his body trembling with excitement.
"Because of the incident with your father-" Altair said.
"Draco has no father or mother, sir. He only has a master!" the elf interrupted.
"And he won't have a head if you interrupt me again!" Altair said reproachfully.
Draco bowed his head, his ears red with embarrassment. It had only been a few minutes, and he had already angered his master.
He wondered if his head would adorn the walls like those of the house elves in the House Black. He wished with all his heart to serve his master well, so he will be in the walls of the mansion.
"As I was saying, you will write to Hogwarts to explain that you will not be continuing your studies at the castle, and that your parents will educate you at home instead. In the meantime, you will manage the Malfoy family business to the best of your ability. Narcissa will help you." He didn't know how Dumbledore would react to the news about Draco the elf. The old man might overthink it, and Altair wasn't going to take any chances.
"Your orders are it pleasure, master," he said, referring to himself as a thing rather than a person. "Is there anything else you desire, master? Shall I polish your shoes, press your garments, and clean your quarters? Or perhaps fetch you more women for your pleasure?" He was filled with devotion and a genuine desire to help.
He found pleasure in obeying orders. He felt more pleasure doing that than when he looked at his sister and Altair.
"Just make sure the house runs smoothly. Don't let anyone interfere with Malfoy's business, and make sure they don't see Lucius. Obey Narcissa's orders," he said. Then he began to recite the other rules, telling him what to say and whom to talk to and who to avoid. It was everything he had told Narcissa since their first meeting.
By the time he had finished, Draco was trembling on the floor. Not out of fear, but out of joy. Altair could see tears of happiness running down his cheeks.
'Disgusting,' he thought. 'Maybe I should have killed him.' The idea was to keep him alive and enjoy his suffering as he served him. But how would he suffer if he enjoyed it instead?
"Don't show yourself to me unless I ask you to," the black-haired man continued. "Get out," he said. Draco obeyed quickly.
Altair was left alone in the ritual room, looking at the empty containers. The room looked as pristine as when he had first found it.
"I won," he said.
Narcissa.
Cassiopeia.
Draco.
Lucius.
Malfoy.
In a couple of years, when his power and influence were well established, he would turn the Malfoy family into a cadet branch of his own. He could easily have wiped them out, but he didn't think it was necessary. Leaving them in a position of servitude seemed more appropriate.
Serving their greatest misfortune.
Did he find satisfaction in that? The answer was yes, although not as much as he initially thought. He had always believed that his purpose in life was to destroy the Malfoys and get revenge. Now, it was just a small step.
His ultimate goal was his father. To surpass him. Altair wasn't so naive as to think he could humiliate him and leave him alive as he did with the Malfoys. He wasn't as weak as an ordinary wizard. He had to kill him. But there was a long way to go before he could do that.
[Status]
Altair Regulus Asmodeus (House Black)
Race: Human-Demon Hybrid.
Title: Lustful. Wunderkind.
Profession: Magician.
Mana (Evans): 29,355
Health: 100%
[Physical]
Speed: 31 (+25,600)
Strength: 29 (+25,600)
Reflexes: 38 (+25,600)
Endurance: 26 (+25,600)
Vitality: 34 (+25,600)
[Spirit]
Intelligence: 95 (+: 102,400)
Wisdom: 100 (+51,200).
Soul: 109 (+51,200).
Stats points: 50
Status Reset Tokens
Price: 3
[SP: 154,250]
Altair began to wonder whether he should continue to increase his spirit stats or focus on his physical stats instead.
His hand went to his chest. His father's avatar was far stronger than he was. Should he bet everything on magic or focus on the physical?
He went to the [Questions] section, leaving the point allocation for later.
"How can I increase my stats?" he asked. If there were a way to increase INT passively, surely there would be something for physical stats, too.
[Price: 100,000 SP]
Altair paid gladly.
[There are several ways to increase stats: Number one: with SP, the purchased stat increases by 1, and the price doubles with each purchase. The price can be reset using Status Reset Tokens. Number two: using stat points (obtainable by completing missions), each stat point can be used to increase a stat by one without affecting the SP purchase price. Number three: passively, each magical creature will provide one or more types of stat based on their characteristics through having sexual relationships (anal or vaginal). For example, a witch will provide INT points, and if she is exceptionally powerful, she can also provide WIS according to her mana: 1 point for every 30,000 Evans.]
Altair wondered how many Evans Narcissa had. Did she have fewer than 30,000?
"How many points does a Veela give?" he asked, remembering that Lucius must have had three concubines of this species somewhere in the mansion. They were usually kept in isolation and only appeared at parties or banquets.
Altair paid 10,000 SP for the answer.
[Pure-blood Veela: 6 INT points. 1 wisdom point. Note: A decrease in the purity of the species can reduce this number of points.]
Although he wouldn't admit it, Altair hoped that the Veelas would thank him for his efforts against Lucius. He knew that his uncle didn't treat them well and that they only endured it because their families benefited from their sacrifice.
Altair spent another 15,000 SP asking about demons.
[Demons grant points based on their strength and purity: high-class, pure-blooded demons grant 5 points per physical stat, 10 soul points, and 3 wisdom points. Middle-class pure-blooded demon: 3 points per physical stat, 6 soul points, and 2 wisdom points. Low-class pure-blooded demons: grant 1 point for each physical stat, 3 soul points, and 1 wisdom point. Three soul points and one wisdom point. Half-breed or converted demons award points in the same way as pure-blooded demons, except they award -1 point for physical stats, -2 for soul and -1 for wisdom compared to pure-bloods. For example, a high-class half-breed/converted demon would grant 4 points for physical stats, 8 for soul and 2 for wisdom. Demons with greater power than the high class will grant points according to their level of power; the system will calculate this for each case individually.]
Altair breathed heavily. Suddenly, his desire to travel to Japan increased. He calmed himself.
"Now, I think I have to tell my uncle's concubines that he will be indisposed," he said, leaving the ritual room and the now-empty private library.
Élise, Geneviève and Madeleine. He remembered how Élise was a whiny bitch. Geneviève and Madeleine, on the other hand, were not that bad; at least they didn't bother him like the others did. There was no kindness, but neither was there any contempt.
Altair thought with a little terror about what it would be like to experience all three at once. Violet was quite an experience. How would she compare to three mature, pure-blooded Veelas?
The thought made him hard.