[Subdue your Destined Yandere]
+Silver Ticket
Destined. Why do you say destined? I am a transmigrator possessing infinite possibilities, what do you mean destined?
Mark felt a omen. The frog near the top of the well had witnessed a glimpse of the outside.
He took a step arriving outside the realm and glanced at her.
[Homelander-Familiar/Epic]
Description-Immortal Homelander
A psychopath who by luck had the odd thought, why is it called Compound V.
Through ruthless killing she eventually obtained the answer within 2 months she managed to obtain the original formula freezing her biological age at 27 while multiplying her baseline stats and abilities 3.5 times.
Undeniably Fatal. Even a cheap watered down copy of Superman is something terrifying.
Speed-Mach 40-56.7
Strength-1585 Tons
Durability-Capable of surviving multimegaton nuke however will take a week to recover to full strength.
Heat Vision-9,510 degrees Celsius
Mark watched her silently, taking in what he's done. He couldn't bring himself to kill her, something in him refused to seeing her actually care about children in harm.
He had gained a cheap rare Familiar Contract in the form of a token from a Platinum ticket.
It mocked his own struggle offering a way out.
She was evil, she killed countless individuals and he felt sympathy. Mark however stayed truthful to his emotions and accepted.
He had chosen to forcefully enslave her in return for not killing her. It put a stop to her killing of innocence yet it took away part of her free will. Lesser Evil, my ass you hypocrite.
Artoria materialized beside him, noticing his inner conflict. She didn't say any words just stood silently respecting his choice. She had observed this Master for days, watching him toil over killing her.
He wasn't a warrior. She could see in his eyes, he's never killed. The thought had crossed his mind multiple times but hesitated eventually stopping all together as they witnesses a small light within her.
Mark spoke-No killing of harmless, good individuals. No more hiding behind your mask.You are too strive to become a genuine hero. You are no longer Homelander but Jane Castel. You are no longer a icon but rather a sibling, family.
Her brilliant blue eyes glared at him. She was furious yet something stirred in her.
She stood up furious yet didn't talk back. She followed him back quietly watching him.
He placed his hand on Artoria's shoulder and then another on Jane's. She shivered at the touch of him as her lower body burned. She couldn't believe this, the god of superhuman's reduced to acting like a dog in heat. The thought oddly amplified the intense feeling of sexual tension coursing through her.
Jane stopped for a micro fraction of a second recognizing she didn't process the jump. She was led by the hand to a manor that had no business being on a mountain.The friction of each step sent jolts up through her enhanced senses, Jane's face remained cold hiding the fact.
Artoria was holding back a sigh, yet didn't turn her head to acknowledge it. She could only mark her as a deviant and ignore the faint seductive smell.
Mark stood infront of the doors and opened the door-Pick a room, I will take you to gather your things given your going to live here.
Jane noticed he was letting go and felt a wave of disappointment.
Jane considered the options before speaking softly-Your room, I will sleep by you
Artoria was in shock, this was clearly C rank Madness given how quickly she shift's moods, wasn't she crying earlier and then in a quiet fury. She herself was hadn't yet gotten to that point.
She spoke like a knight yet the fact she was flustered couldn't be hidden as she spoke in hurry-
Step back at once!
Your attempt to sleep in my Master's private quarters is highly improper. A true warrior conducts themselves with dignity and respect for boundaries. This behavior lacks both.
My duty is to ensure my Master's safety and absolute readiness for battle. Unwarranted distractions compromise that focus.Please find your own quarters immediately. Do not force me to draw my blade to enforce decorum.
Jane glanced at her as one would seeing a idiot. Her point being he didn't yet disagree, shameless yet logically valid. She could see past her eloquent words, and thus spoke frankly- Master, I am more than suited and ready for sex at anytime.
Artoria blushed in a fury recognizing the blatant disregard for her words and immediate response at taking the Master's place in his heart. This was completely and utterly shameless, improper and this wench dares attempt what I don't?!!
Mark felt a headache coming on, it was flattering but that would ruin his image in Artoria's eyes. He thought about Barney Stinson's words about the Hot Crazy Scale and prayed.
Barney, give me strength this bitch has surpassed the Vicky Mendoza line by at least a factor of two.