After his revitalization training, it was supposed to be time for his mental training. But tonight, Atlas chose to skip that part. Something far more important awaited him —the breaking of Luminaria.
He stood to his feet, brushing the dirt from his hands, and made his way back to the mansion. His boots echoed against the marble floors as he entered the grand hallway, his pace deliberate, unhurried. Soon, he reached her office door and, as always, entered without knocking.
Inside, Luminaria sat at her desk, her quill untouched, her gaze distant. Her body was present, but her mind was adrift.
"Well, if it isn't my beautiful Goddess," he said, his voice a silken drawl. He smirked at how quickly her eyes flicked from the empty air to his forearm, betraying her true desire.
Atlas closed the door behind him and walked toward her, seating himself in the chair opposite hers. His grin was as sharp as ever, yet oddly calm.
"I decided we should start our session early today," he murmured.
Luminaria's lips curved faintly at his words, though her eyes betrayed her anticipation. She already knew what this meant. More than the restoration training itself, it meant she would drink Atlas's blood.
Atlas leaned forward, his tone still smooth but laced with a new edge. "I plan to change our usual routine. Instead of using your hand as physical contact, I'm going to need you to do more than that —I'm going to need you to sit on my lap."
Luminaria's eyes widened at the request. For a moment, her pride screamed to refuse. She opened her mouth to speak, but then the thought struck her —the consequences. The soul pact bound her, yes, but the deeper consequence that made her hesitate wasn't the pact. It was the thought of being denied his blood.
She lowered her gaze, gathering herself. "If that is what is needed, then I shall do as you request," she said softly.
Rising from her chair, she walked with measured grace to Atlas's side and, without another word, sat elegantly on his lap. Her body angled slightly to face his right side, every motion outwardly regal yet inwardly hesitant.
Atlas blinked once, surprised. He had expected some resistance, at least a flicker of rebellion. Instead, she had obeyed. The realization delighted him. This was not just obedience. This was a surrender.
"Good girl," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he reached up and patted her head like a pet.
Inside, Luminaria's heart recoiled. How dare he treat me like a pet?! she thought viciously. But her lips never moved. She spoke not a word.
"Now then, let us begin," Atlas said calmly.
He extended his left hand and began drawing an incantation circle in the air with his divine power. Lines of light swirled before them, interlocking symbols flaring faintly with a crimson hue.
At that moment, a fleeting thought passed through his mind: I really need to find some way to make this process quicker. Maybe something like those iconic hypnotists on Earth… a snap of my fingers should suffice.
Luminaria's blue eyes began to glaze, sliding into their now-familiar half-lidded state —the telltale sign of her hypnosis taking hold.
After months of steady conditioning, her mental defenses had eroded to the point where Atlas no longer had to rely on subtle suggestions. He could implant commands. Commands that would bind deeper than her pride, deeper than her divinity.
His voice lowered, silk over steel. "Luminaria, take my words deep into your soul and let them shape you. Your soul is to obey these conditions, eternally shaping you; whether it be your preferences, emotions, morals —everything about you shall be reshaped by these conditions:
First Condition: Your body revels when in contact with me; your heart warms at my touch. The fewer clothes we wear, the stronger the warmth and peace. My whole being shall bring you peace and happiness with just the slightest touch.
Second Condition: With each sip of my blood you take, the more I —Atlas Goodwill —will drown your mind. You will gradually grow obsessed with me, and the desire to serve me will also grow. Your essence shall prioritize me above everything else in your life.
Third Condition: Your soul shall suffer under my command. If I command you to bleed —you bleed. If I command you to loathe yourself —then you shall do so. My words shall hold authority over you; soul, mind, and body."
His words coiled around her like a serpent, threading through her weakened defenses, etching themselves into her very being.
"Oh, before I forget," Atlas said with a grin, his voice carrying a deliberate weight, "here's a bonus command. Whenever I snap my fingers after mentioning the start of our restoration session, you shall fall instantly into this state of hypnosis. Your mind won't remember these words, but your soul will."
His eyes glimmered like dark stars as he leaned in closer. "Inversely, if I snap my fingers during your hypnotized state, then you shall awaken from it."
After speaking his final command, Atlas slowly raised his hand and, with a single sharp sound, snapped his fingers —the sound echoing faintly in the quiet of the office.
Luminaria's eyes fluttered. The hazy veil over her gaze dissolved and her usual liveliness returned in an instant. But this time, her face turned a deep cherry red.
The warmth she felt pulsing inside her startled her —it was more vivid, more intimate than before.
Atlas smirked at her blush, savoring the way her composure cracked.
"Here's your earned blood," he said at last, the words she had been waiting for all day, "but you won't be getting it from my forearm like usual —I have thought of a better way to give you my blood."
He leaned back slightly in the chair, eyes narrowing with mischievous intent. "Do you know the iconic vampire image from my homeworld, Earth?" Atlas asked, his tone casual, but with a flicker of excitement.
Luminaria nodded once, her eyes fixed on him with curiosity.
"Good," Atlas continued, his grin widening. "I want you to use your divine power to change the structure of our bodies to resemble that of a vampire. You know —vampire fangs that can extend and retract on command. That'll surely make it easier for us to drink blood… and really cool."
Luminaria hesitated only a heartbeat, then lowered her gaze, the weight of his command and her craving intertwining. She raised her hands, her fingers glowing faintly as she whispered incantations in an old celestial tongue.
Threads of divine light coiled around both their bodies, sinking into their skin. Atlas felt it first —a subtle shifting inside his mouth, like new nerves and muscles forming as sharp, elegant fangs slid down, gleaming faintly before retracting again.
Luminaria's own teeth mirrored the change, the same sleek fangs now hers as well. She had obeyed him flawlessly, restructuring both of their beings to hold the essence of vampiric power without any of the curses —no dead blood, no weakness to sunlight or fire, no decay of spirit. Only the power, the efficiency, and the beauty.
Atlas ran his tongue along one fang, testing its sharpness, and chuckled softly. "Perfect."
Luminaria's breath caught as she stared at him. The scent of his blood still lingered in her memory. But now, with the warmth radiating from him and her new fangs pressing against her lips, her craving grew far stronger than she had expected.
Atlas noticed her trembling slightly. "Go ahead," he said softly, his voice an invitation wrapped in command. "Take it from me. From here."
He tilted his head to the side, baring his neck to her.
Luminaria moved without thinking. Her lips brushed against his skin first —a searing warmth shot through her, different from anything she had felt before. Her essence trembled, overwhelmed by the combination of warmth from his living flesh and the serenity his blood promised.
The calmness spread through her veins like liquid starlight as she pierced his skin with her new fangs and began to drink. Her essence couldn't be more blissful. Every pull sent ripples of euphoria through her.
Atlas inhaled sharply at the sensation, but his smirk never faltered. In the same motion, he leaned into her neck, his own fangs descending and puncturing her skin. Warmth and life spilled across his tongue. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring it. Her blood was delicate, yet potent —sweet like forbidden fruit but rich with divine power.
The two of them sat entwined in this mutual feeding, a perfect circle of power and intimacy.
Atlas drew back slightly, licking the trace of blood from his lips, eyes glinting. He could feel her pulse racing through the wound, and his new fangs ached pleasantly as they retracted. "I must admit," he murmured, his voice low, "I like how these new fangs function."
Luminaria drew back slowly as well, though her lips still hovered near his neck. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy, but her smile —soft and small —was genuine. "I… am glad," she whispered, her voice trembling. "If it pleases you, then I am happy."
"Ain't you just the cutest," Atlas awed, his voice a low rumble of amusement, then reached up and patted her head —again.
But this time, Luminaria had a completely different reaction.
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and instead of previous rebellion, her body shifted instinctively. Her hips moved in a slow, subtle sway, her buttocks brushing against Atlas's lap —as though she were wiggling an invisible tail in response to his touch.
Atlas's eyes darkened with delight at the sight. His fingers lingered a heartbeat longer on her silken hair. She's the perfect pet, he thought, the corners of his lips curving into a private smile. Not just obedient… but starting to respond on her own.
The warmth of her body against his lap, the faint shiver running through her frame, and the way her blush crept all the way down her neck —all of it fed into his sense of control. She wasn't resisting anymore. She was reacting.
And in that small, involuntary wiggle, Atlas saw the first, sweetest sign of something far more beautiful than mere obedience.