The GHAST update is soo fire...
The lore is crazy.
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The moment Ddraig emerged from the magical egg, he could feel it—something was wrong.
His entire body was off.
He was still a dragon, yes, but his form had been forcefully altered.
His limbs, his posture it all felt was too humanlike alongside some other things he couldn't identify.
Damn it.
This had to be the work of that contract.
Ddraig had never heard of a familiar contract like this, one where the stronger party dictated the very essence of the weaker one.
But in hindsight, it made sense.
If a being as overwhelmingly powerful as him entered a contract with someone even stronger… then naturally, his form should be shaped to fit the dominant side.
That bastard had done this to him.
Leo.
The thought alone made his blood boil.
The betrayal.
The deception.
The sheer treachery.
"That fucking —"
But before he could even voice his outrage, something cold seeped into his soul.
A presence.
A dangerous presence.
Ddraig barely had time to react before his entire body was frozen in place.
It wasn't ice.
No, this was something worse.
It was an invisible, suffocating force that bound him completely.
His vision snapped forward—
And there she was.
A woman.
Blonde, ethereal, terrifying.
An angelic beauty with eyes that gleamed like sharpened blades, her golden hair flowing in soft waves… yet there was nothing soft about the way she looked at him.
Her gaze was filled with obsession, and something far more dangerous.
She was staring at him like he had committed the gravest sin imaginable.
Her lips parted—her voice was cold, quiet, yet filled with absolute venom.
"Why... is your face resembling his?"
Ddraig tried to speak, but—
Crack.
His throat tightened, his breath caught, his entire body convulsed as an overwhelming force crushed him from all sides.
His body was being squeezed, torn apart —
"Guh—!"
He died...?
And then— He was alive again.
The pain vanished.
His body was whole.
But something had changed.
Ddraig blinked, panting, looking at his reflection in the metallic fragments of his former shell.
His face—his human face—was gone.
In its place was his draconic visage.
The woman hummed in satisfaction, tilting her head.
"Now… that's much more tolerable."
Ddraig swallowed hard, instincts screaming at him..
I don't remember these birds being this terrifying.
"Who are you?" she asked, her tone deceptively light.
Ddraig took a slow breath, his mind racing.
"I am Y Ddraig Goch," he said carefully. "Currently in transformation due to being tricked into this form by—"
He paused.
Because in that moment, he realized…
He didn't even know the bastard's full name.
Who the hell even was Leo?
His silence made the woman's expression darken.
Ddraig felt his bones creak under the weight of her aura.
She smiled—too sweetly, too dangerously.
"Oh? You don't even know his name?"
Her fingers twitched.
Ddraig braced for death.
But that never came.
She stopped.
And then—she laughed.
A quiet, knowing laugh, as if something had just clicked in her mind.
She nodded to herself, speaking softly—almost as if she had forgotten Ddraig was even there.
"That sounds like him..."
She was talking to herself.
Ddraig, still frozen in place, could only swallow nervously as she turned her piercing gaze back onto him.
"Leo," she murmured, tasting the name with something close to reverence.
Then, she focused on him once more.
"You are his familiar, correct?"
"Yes...?"
Ddraig didn't mean to sound so hesitant, but he was confused and scared out of his mind at this point.
Her expression, which had been so bright when talking about Leo, immediately darkened.
Her happiness crumbled into disgust as she looked at him.
"You're far too weak."
Ddraig flinched.
Before he could process what she meant, her form shifted.
Her youthful appearance changed.
The air turned heavy.
The skies above twisted, as if the world itself was trembling at her mere presence.
Red lightning flashed in the ashen skies, roaring in agreement with her unspoken will.
Ddraig's breath hitched.
"I'll train you perfectly," she declared, as if sentencing him to death.
He felt his soul scream.
I wanna go back to the Sacred Gear… Ddraig thought, on the verge of tears.
The spirit of one of the Heavenly Dragons was thoroughly vanquished that day…
Poor thing didn't even get its last meal.
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After Leo's outburst, he confiscated every single book written by Merlin that Tiamat had in her possession.
It didn't matter how many there were—he took them all.
Tiamat, despite pouting at first, didn't resist too much.
She simply watched him with mild amusement as he hoarded them like some overprotective dragon himself.
But after that…
Their time together devolved into a heated kiss.
Whatever frustration Leo had left, Tiamat effortlessly melted it away.
That simple kiss spiraled out of control far too quickly.
What started as a momentary indulgence—a mere exchange of lips—extended to them moving from the roof to Tiamat's room.
Tiamat was relentless, she may have promised to not use the knowledge but lets be real just because she was unaware of things didn't mean she couldn't lie.
Leo barely registered the moment they shifted from sitting on the rooftop to tumbling onto the soft cushions of her massive bed.
Warm hands, sharp nails, and teasing lips traced his skin, igniting a fire that threatened to consume all rational thought.
At some point, amidst the feverish exchange, Leo felt a nagging sense that he was forgetting something important.
"mm~What..."
— But then Tiamat bit his lower lip, pulling him deeper into the moment, and the thought vanished.
If he forgot it wasn't that important anyway.
Now, here they were—
Tiamat's dress had long since been discarded.
The , queen-like garment she wore? Now pooled somewhere on the floor, utterly forgotten as her arms wrapped tightly around him.
Her eyes, filled with a mix of hunger and affection, never wavered from his.
"You're thinking too much again, Leo," she murmured against his lips, her voice husky, sultry.
Then, with a shy smile, she pushed him down further though it was clear she was way too shy for it.
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Koneko's POV
The sound of the train should have been calming.
Instead, it only made Koneko feel disconnected.
Both Rias's and Sona's peerages had been summoned back to the Underworld—suddenly, with no explanation.
She sat far from the others, curled up in her seat.
Gasper was beside her, hiding in his box.
She sighed.
She had just found Leo, and now she was being separated from him again.
It was weird.
They had only known each other for a short time, yet something between them just… clicked.
Her ears twitched slightly as she let out a yawn, stretching.
She was so tired lately....Too tired.
And then she noticed—Her fingers. Her nails—long.
Too long.
I haven'tbeen taking care of them.
Before she could think further, Akeno's voice cut through her haze.
"Koneko, are you alright?"
Koneko blinked, shaking off the exhaustion.
"I was a bit sleepy, but I don't think something's wrong…" she muttered, trying to convince herself.
Ever since the water park trip, she had felt off—but not in a bad way. Just… different.
Unbeknownst to her, Leo's edit had harmonized her Nekoshou heritage with her devil physique, creating something he saw as the way the Evil Pieces should work.
Her body was being overworked, pushing itself beyond its limits.
The constant fatigue was a symptom she didn't understand.
A soft smile flickered on her face as she thought back to that day.
Then—
"Your cat features are visible."
Her blood ran cold.
The long nails vanished in an instant, her body instinctively suppressing them.
"W-What?" Her voice wavered.
She touched her face frantically.
Checked for her ears, tail—anything. Thankfully nothing was there.
"How… how did that happen?" Koneko whispered, her heart hammering.
"Am I losing control…?"
The thought slammed into her like a punch to the gut.
No. No, no, no.
Not again.
Her mind reeled back to the one person who had—no, must not—come to mind.
Her sister.
Kuroka.
She remembered it too vividly.
The way Kuroka lost control.
It made her a criminal.
That made Koneko alone.
She could feel the air thinning.
Was it happening to her now?
Was she going to—
"Breathe, Koneko."
Akeno's voice barely reached her through the haze.
Her heart was slamming against her ribs.
Her vision blurred.
She clutched her arms, feeling too hot, too heavy, too wrong.
She couldn't—
The world tilted.
Her body gave out.
The last thing she heard before darkness took her was Akeno calling her name.
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I'll be real with ya chief I suck at writing Lemon could someone write it for me please 🥀 i don't want to be bullied for writing an ass lemon.
I think its time for people to give Reviews again.
Power Stones and Reviews please