"DXD: Infinite Loot System"Chapter 365: Tools and Dogs
"Master."
Raynare, Mittelt, and Kalawarner greeted Tenra with a bow as he stepped out of the room. The depraved chaos within barely registered—these three fallen angels had seen it all before.
"What brings you here?" Tenra asked, already aware they'd been waiting.
"Master, the training for Keshia and her group is complete. Would you like to inspect the results?" Raynare's lips curled into an alluring smile.
"Training's finished, huh… Sure, let's see what you've done."
Tenra recalled the fallen angel girls Raynare had captured. He wondered just how far she'd taken her "training." With nothing urgent on his plate, he followed.
As Tenra's power grew, the Sancta Diabolus Ecclesia kept expanding—more rooms, more prisoners, more secrets. The four walked through the labyrinthine halls until they reached the chamber where Keshia and her fellow fallen angels were held.
Dim lighting cast long shadows. The room was bare, save for a few tables, chairs, and an array of training implements. No comfort here—just cold, silent intimidation. It was the kind of place designed to break spirits, not nurture them. Years ago, Raynare, Mittelt, and Kalawarner had endured their own transformations in rooms just like this.
A golden throne dominated the center. Tenra took his seat, and Raynare slid into his lap, arms draped around his neck—a queen in the dark.
"Bring them out," she commanded, voice low and regal.
"Yes, Raynare-sama."
Mittelt and Kalawarner's respect for Raynare had only deepened over time. They bowed and disappeared into the side chamber.
Tenra waited, Raynare nestled against him, her mood playful. "Master, you're about to get a huge surprise."
"A surprise, huh?" Tenra smiled, then leaned in to claim her lips.
Moans and giggles filled the air, the atmosphere thick with heat. Their embrace was interrupted by the clinking of chains and muffled whimpers.
Tenra looked up. Led by Keshia, several fallen angel girls crawled out of the darkness—literally crawled, hands and knees scraping the floor. Each wore a ball gag and a collar, chains trailing from their necks, held tight by Mittelt and Kalawarner.
They didn't resemble people anymore. They looked like dogs.
"Raynare, this is your surprise?" Tenra's mouth twitched in disbelief.
Raynare's eyes gleamed, cheeks flushed with a feverish glow. "Do you like it, Master?"
Tenra paused, at a loss for words. He remembered Raynare promising to turn Keshia and the others into loyal tools and bitches. He'd thought she was being dramatic—he only needed their loyalty and power, nothing more. But Raynare was a creature of extremes.
She'd taken him at his word, and then some.
Raynare, sensing Tenra's shock, smiled with twisted satisfaction. She hooked her foot under Keshia's chin and popped the gag free.
"Keshia, tell Master—what are you?"
Raynare stroked her face with mock tenderness.
"I'm Mashter's tool and bitch," Keshia slurred, tongue thick from hours gagged.
"Say it clearly!" Raynare snapped, kicking her aside.
Dark energy rippled from Raynare—gentle a moment ago, now cruel and cold. Mittelt and Kalawarner shivered, sweat slick on their palms. But Keshia, wild-eyed and breathless, scrambled back, shouting:
"I am Master's tool and bitch!"
Raynare beamed, finally satisfied. "That's right. You ARE Master's tool and bitch!"
Her laughter rang out, manic and echoing, hair flying as she planted her foot on Keshia's back. She looked every inch the lunatic.
But then, Raynare had always been a little mad.
Tenra ignored her cackling, studying Keshia and the other fallen angels. Even now, humiliated and abused, none showed anger or resistance. It was obvious—they'd been utterly broken, body and soul branded as slaves.
"Raynare, what exactly did you do to them?"
Once her laughter faded, Tenra asked, voice quiet.
Raynare's grin widened. "Want the details, Master?"
She recounted her methods—every form of torture she could imagine, administered with "care." Pain and despair, but never a mark left behind. Their bodies had to remain flawless, perfect tools and bitches for their Master.
At first, Keshia and the others had fought back, cursing and resisting. But as the agony mounted, they'd begged for mercy, then finally succumbed to terror and hopelessness. Their minds shattered.
But Raynare hadn't stopped there. Again and again, she broke them, carving the seeds of slavery into their flesh and souls, twisting their will, remaking their worldview. Now, they remembered only one truth: they belonged to Tenra Kamiyo—his tools, his dogs.
After a hellish baptism, Keshia and her companions had been reborn.
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