[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ogs3ss/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_1_rescued_mf_nc_humil/)
[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oh67sk/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_2_trained_ff_nc_humil/)
[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ohojx2/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_3_tormented_mf_nc/)
[Chapter 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oinxmh/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_4_conditioned_mf_nc/)
[Chapter 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ojttrw/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_5_tempted_mf_nc_humil/)
[Chapter 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oli6df/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_6_mocked_mf_nc_humil/)
[Chapter 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/opjrh2/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_7_unleashed_mf_nc/)
[Chapter 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/orflao/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_8_cowered_mf_nc_humil/)
[Chapter 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/otvvvx/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_9_cornered_mf_nc/)
[Chapter 10](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ovnq14/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_10_inflamed_mf_nc/)
[Chapter 11](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/owph5a/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_11_gods_and_demons_mf/)
[Chapter 12](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oxp2cf/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_12_unravelled_mf_nc/)
[Chapter 13](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ozsus4/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_13_kyrie_eleison_mf/)
[Chapter 14](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p8o80f/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_14_realizations_mf_nc/)
[Chapter 15](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pf51xo/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_15_angels_mf_nc_humil/)
[Chapter 16](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pt40p9/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_16_the_hells_mf_nc/)
[Chapter 17](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/q77a6r/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_17_vanity_mf_nc_humil/)
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I let Elzor’s divine energy through my defenses, allowing Him to blow my body to smithereens. What’s left of me is splattered and scattered across the ground, where thousands of starving, horrifying mouths are manifesting as if they were one with the cold stone floor of this Godsforsaken corner of The Hells.
‘Ahhhhhrhhhrhgggg’
Pain. I feel Absolute, endless, soul-rending pain as the monstrous mouths start chewing on every single fragment of my body.
”I-I need to, nghhhaargh.’
Elzor is a few hundred years older than me and has sired thousands of children. Few things are as effective as a child to force a woman to live, so He often makes sure to impregnate his captives immediately to reduce the number of suicidal pets in his massive harem. Not that dying does much good to them since deceased souls are still bound to The Hells, but a slave that lives and breathes is much more enticing to a Devil than a disembodied soul.
I can feel the revolting creatures’ emotions as they devour me. Terror, Agony, Hunger.
Devils are extremely paranoid creatures, let alone Demons. When His children are born, Elzor immediately binds them to His mansion and transforms them into Devouring Maws: a strong, insatiable, mouth-like creature with the added trait of being completely devoid of any potential for growth or intelligence.
My Divine Sense fills with nothing but white flashes of searing agony.
‘I don’t have a body.’
‘I cannot breathe.’
‘I am dying.’
Usually, Divine Energy needs a vessel to express itself. While bodies made by Gods and Demons are nigh-indestructible by mortal hands, Elzor’s power is so overwhelming that He would have annihilated me with that strike if not for Narcissa’s timely ascension.
‘But I can think.’
Even if I could already shape my own body at will before receiving the Angel of Vanity’s Faith, I would still have to keep my brain intact to have an active consciousness. At least as long as I wanted to be capable of higher brain functions than simple passive regeneration. After all, a common strategy to deal with Gods is to go for the head to impair their cognitive functions. Not that many have attempted such a feat in the past, let alone succeded.
‘My will is unbroken.’
Still, there are records of regular Devils ambushing minor deities and capturing them thanks to similar tactics. I was sure Elzor would have tried something similar, even if I didn’t expect Him to pulverize me as He did. Soon, He will realize that I am not dead due to the absence of Faith to absorb, but for now, the advantage is mine, and I need to capitalize on it.
‘I do not accept death.’
I can feel every fragment of Me yearning to reunite into a better, more coherent form. A deep desire underlies this powerful tension. My body needs to be beautiful again. Every fiber of my being is suffering at the thought of me being so divided, so weak, so hideous. My soul coalesces into an unassailable bastion, and Vanity’s curse is cut off from my perception so that I won’t be distracted by the obsessive thoughts that are no doubt plaguing Narcissa right now.
I am drawing on her power. The freshly created soul link is active. Usually, thoughts and emotions are free to run both ways, but Soul-Mages learn how to control the flow of Soul Bonds early on in their training to avoid being caught by surprise during combat. I annihilate all distractions from my mindscape and push the burden of suffering on Narcissa while I focus on controlling the thousands of separate fragments of my physical body.
‘I am undying.’
The loathsome children of the Demon who’s trying to murder me have voraciously swallowed every single piece of me. Unfortunately for them, since my Divinity is still intact, they cannot digest me. Still, even if I am not in immediate danger, I wait until I feel the telltale signs of spatial distortion before commanding the separated parts of me to slither out from Elzor’s children’s toothy maws and start regenerating.
Despite them manifesting on the floor of the grand hall where the battle with Elzor was taking place, the location he has now banished them to is a dark, cold room buried hundreds of feet deep beneath his abode. Dozens of Devouring Maws lunge at my reforming body as they attempt to rip me to shreds, but creatures on this level can serve as little more than a distraction against a God. It takes a single flare of Divine Energy to pulverize those immediately around me, scaring the others into utter submission.
“I thought so. Any other challengers?”
I chuckle at the silence that answers my question. It feels good to have a mouth again. The more my body reforms, the more power I can command, so the regeneration process goes even faster once my head reforms. Soon, my whole body is back to its original form. I cut the connection with Narcissa before I start to obsess over my appearance and spread my divine sense slowly outside the boundaries of the room, careful to avoid detection.
I can feel Elzor’s rage spreading throughout His domain. All the creatures bound to Him, within my detection range, seem to be trembling and hiding. I spread my influence to all the Devouring Maws that have previously swallowed a piece of me and alter their memories. If anybody were to check, they would find memories of illusory flesh disappearing in their mouths. I am sure Elzor will soon summon them back and inspect the contents of their stomach, but it will be a while before He figures out what happened. Time enough for me to confirm my suspicions anyhow.
Focusing my Divine energy inside my body, I shroud myself under a Mind Blank and a Soul Blank spell while hiding my body with both a Major Invisibility and a Silence spell. The four powerful shrouds consume all of my Faith. But there is nothing I can do to avoid it. If Elzor finds me know, so deep inside of His domain, there is no telling if I will be able to get out alive. I might be a better planner, but He is a better fighter, and in the end, unfortunately, plans don’t win wars by themselves.
However, warriors do. And it’s high time I became one as well.
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Lyra, Goddess of Mercy and Eternal ruler of all that is Holy, whimpered pathetically as her Master ground his dark armored boot against her defenseless crotch. However, It wasn’t the acute pain nor the utter shame she felt in that moment that had made her whine like a mewling kitten. The reason for her uncontrollable shuddering — as She laid with her back to the floor and Her knees bent and spread apart, presenting her body to Him — was the look of annoyance on His face.
In the two centuries spent groveling at His feet, nothing good had ever come from Him being irritated, and the disgraced Goddess knew She would end up paying the price, somehow. Just like She always did.
“I-I am not worthy.”
Lyra briefly considered breaking down crying as she meekly thanked Him for the abuse, carefully weighing the risk of annoying Him with the sound of her voice against the chances of Her distress amusing Him somewhat.
In the end, She decided against it, on the basis that He looked lost in thought, and She would never forgive herself if She interrupted His train of thought. Lyra could feel the last remaining fragment of Her dignity lamenting the fact that Her life now amounted to that of a lapdog, forced to perform these types of calculations, but She immediately crushed it.
She suspected He was letting Her keep that piece of Her original self just so He could watch Her scramble to hide it. But even if that were the case, Lyra couldn’t do anything more than bury it deep beneath the utter sense of dread She felt every time He looked in Her direction.
Asmodeus. The Forsaken One. Her — and everybody else’s — Master.
“Hmmm. Nhhhg.”
Lyra settled on a meek moan and a muffled vocalization of the pain she felt as She planted Her soles on the floor and raised Her pelvis, pushing it against Her Master’s boot. She began gyrating Her hips as She humped it, displaying eagerness and shame in equal measure for the exclusive amusement of the Forsaken One.
His rise to power had been so sudden that even Abaddon, the previous ruler of The Hells, had tried His best to stop the Half-Incubus, Half-Angel Devil from becoming a Demon. If the Ancient One had fought Asmodeus directly, He might have been able to stop Him. But alas, Abaddon had made the foolish decision to resort to intrigue to feign impartiality in front of the astonishing talent displayed by the Forsaken One.
Barely a century later — a blink of an eye for the likes of Gods and Demons — the now Demon Asmodeus had consumed Abaddon’s heart in front of the flabbergasted members of The Hells’ ruling class. The level of power their new Lord had displayed was so overwhelming that the other Demons scrambled to prove their loyalty and join His faction.
It was only with Abaddon’s death that the Gods had begun to realize Asmodeus could represent a danger to the Pantheon’s status quo. Until that moment, they had laughed at their followers’ increasingly desperate warnings and prophecies of impending doom. They ignored their mortal follower’s fear, feeling safe on their celestial thrones. The Forsaken One had soon thoroughly disabused them of that notion by tearing The Heavens asunder In his unstoppable march.
Lyra had been the last one to hold out, sacrificing everything to stop Him while her sister Luna escaped. The fact that Lyra’s sister was still out there represented the only hope left for light to shine again on this Hells-bound world. A hope the Goddess of Mercy kept hidden in the very same shred of her original self that She had managed to preserve.
“It seems like Dyne is giving Little Elzor the runaround. He used to be one of yours, didn’t He?”
Lyra immediately assumed her most submissive pose — knees bent, spread wide, standing on her toes with her tongue out like an obedient bitch — and reverently extended her soul towards that of Her Master, requesting permission to see what He saw and felt. Touching Asmodeus’ soul was like plunging stark naked into a freezing pool of merciless cruelty. A keen observer would see that Her battered and exhausted soul could barely keep itself from extinguishing as She wandered through an eternity of pitch-black darkness.
‘There can’t be Light without Darkness, not Darkness without Light.’
The Eternal Dogma. The rule the Universe kept repeating over and over again with its creations. Endlessness in perpetual balance and yet, for some unfathomable reason, the law that bound every creature of the Cosmos seemed not to apply to Her Master. He had rent the Heavens and snuffed out the light. If not for Luna’s existence, the Eternal Dogma would be completely broken, condemning all the creatures of this world to an eternity of suffering.
Her thoughts were cut short by a memory invading her consciousness. She could see Elzor — the detestable Devil who had recently ascended into a full-blown Demon — obliterating a man whose face she knew very well. Dyne. One of her most devout followers and a Cardinal of her Faith.
She had lost track of Him during Her fall, too busy fighting Asmodeus and allowing Luna to escape to care about what happened to Him. He was just a mortal, after all. A human who would have entered Samsara — the reincarnation cycle — if He had died during the fight.
Contrary to Her expectations, He was still alive, barely any older than when she had last seen Him. He must have survived the attack on the Temple and escaped safely, but Elzor had just now blown Him to smithereens, and her heart had a slight twitch of pain at the image of one of Her followers disintegrating into tiny chunks of flesh.
And yet, something was wrong with those strips of flesh and blood Elzor turned Her follower’s body in. Wait, why did the concept of Dyne feel eternal in her mind?
Wait. Was that Divinity She felt? Was Dyne a God now?
The trick Dyne used to fool Elzor did not escape the ancient Goddess’ notice, as well as Asmodeus’. The two could see that Dyne’s Divine Energy did not leave His body nor linger in the room. But that it had instead fragmented into minuscule shards that had permeated all the tiny little strips of flesh He had left, as they were devoured by the Devouring Maws now littering the battlefield’s floor. In just a few seconds, Dyne had disappeared from the scene as Elzor smiled triumphantly. Eventually, the young Demon sensed that something was amiss and began howling in rage, summoning back the Devouring Maws to inspect them.
However, Dyne was long gone by then and was already traversing the castle undetected.
Well, to everyone but Asmodeus, of course. But she doubted Dyne would be so foolish as to believe he could pull a fast one on the Forsaken One, despite having reached Godhood, which begged the question she had been dreading to ask.
“I-If this Cunt may a-ask a question, Master. What is Dyne doing here?”
She had a terrible suspicion, and she prayed to the Universe Itself to not let It be true. However, Her prayers seemed to go unlistened as Her Master’s deep and malicious voice all but confirmed Her worst fears.
“He’s here to save someone very dear to him.”
No! No, no, no, no. Panic flooded her mind, coating every single one of Her thoughts in ice-cold anguish. If Dyne was here to save Her, it meant that He was working with Luna and that Her sister was probably nearby.
There’s no way Dyne would have come here by Himself to rescue Lyra from Asmodeus. A freshly ascended God had no chance of surviving against the Forsaken One. The very same who had defeated every single one of the Major Gods, obtaining all of their Sparks of Divinity.
In her panic-stricken state, Lyra didn’t even wonder how Dyne might have become a God when Asmodeus now held all of the Old Pantheon’s remnants. The thought of Her sister falling into The Forsaken One’s hands brought the buried part of her soul out in the open. She didn’t even bother trying to hide it from Her Master since He was now staring straight at her.
Her soul was already bound to Him so deeply that She would never be able to live without Him anyhow. He had cursed her so that being more than ten feet apart from Him plunged her into absolute despair, and she would cry, sob, and claw at her skin every minute He was gone. Even if Luna wanted to, there was no rescuing Lyra. She was a broken Goddess. A worthless shadow of her old grandiose self.
And yet, despite her desperation, there was nothing Lyra could do. She kept staring at Dyne’s camouflaged silhouette, perfectly visible to Her Master’s senses, Hoping against all odds that He would turn around and leave. But Dyne just kept walking deeper and deeper into Elzor’s Mansion, getting dangerously close to the Gate that connected the Demon’s abode to Asmodeous’ Palace.
Once Dyne crossed that Gate, there would be no turning back for Him, and Luna would have to show herself. There was no way she could remain hidden so close to the Forsaken One. Many had tried in the past, and none had succeeded. And Luna wasn’t even close to some of the Fallen Gods’ might.
Now that she was sharing Asmodeus’ Divine Sense — Lyra’s had been sealed long ago, together with the rest of her powers — she could faintly feel Luna’s presence somewhere in Asmodeus’ castle. The feeling of dread in her stomach gnawed at her insides.
“I beg of you, Master. Please forgive them.”
Her voice was barely more than a whimper. She knew begging would do nothing, but she still had to try.
“I-I’ll do anything. I-I’ll die a thousand deaths for your amusement! I’ll let you t-turn me into a Demon, A Devil, an Imp! Just p-please.”
The Forsaken One extended His hand, opening his palm. The Goddess of Mercy immediately crawled closer and began licking and sucking on His fingers, Worshipping Him. Hoping it would be enough.
“There’s nothing you can offer me that doesn’t already belong to me. Now be silent, and let’s keep watching. I’m sure you are going to love the next part.”
With a whimper, Lyra ceased her desperate pleas. She kept sucking on her Master’s fingers as she focused on the images He showed her. Deep inside her soul, like countless times before, Asmodeus’ curse devoured some of the Goddess’ Faith, turning it into Fear. Adding another drop to her Master’s bottomless reservoir of power.
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