Patricia Miller
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The 'curing' of the old Gremorys went off without a hitch and both Tom and Natasha now sported new 'bloodlines'. Tom called it bloodlines because that's what devils believed them to be but frankly, they were more of special abilities passable by blood... which basically meant bloodlines... but bite him. The workings of these abilities had nothing to do with blood or genes. Neither Natasha nor Tom had any physical changes. Same as with the connection to the Concept of Destruction and Natasha's body,…-
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With Natasha on his lap, even if she was a bit disgruntled and unwilling... Well, nothing a bit of tickling wouldn't fix... Tom started explaining as he received a weak bite on the shoulder from his girl who tried to suppress her laughter. Oh, he knew exactly where she was most ticklish. With his hands around her torso, she would be unable to escape and he would make sure she listened to every single word of his lecture. Natasha learned the meaning of... evil. According to the general knowledge of…
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Surprisingly, the talks with Sirzechs went perfectly fine and the man didn't even try to drag Tom into some collaboration with the Devil Government, letting Sarael and House Sitri deal with the situation instead. Or rather, as Sirzechs helplessly admitted, that was the price of having Serafall's help in this matter. Tom wanted to give the poor bastard a pat on his shoulder. He could fully understand his suffering. Naturally, Sarael's daughter would not do anything for free. After all, there was a lot…
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Tom stared at the inviting smile and compassionate look of a red-haired aristocratic-looking man who seemed to be in his mid-twenties, trying to ignore the cold and expressionless face of the maid standing behind him. Inwardly, Tom felt a strong urge to let his eye twitch. 'So he wants to come off as the good guy, leaving the position of the bad guy to Grayfia?' Tom thought, already finding this charade exhausting. "Hello, Mr. Lucifer. I am Tom Prest." Since the guy wanted to play it like this, Tom…
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Two weeks have passed since Tom cured Misla Bael and so far, he has been enjoying the quiet and peace of his home while training the control of his magic, getting back up to snuff after his recent increase in magic. Despite only gaining a bit of increase in his magic reserves, his control was kinda shaky. Tom was already dreading the time when he finished curing the other devils. He will have a massive reservoir of magic but it was damn obvious he would have a mighty hard time controlling it. But... it…
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Tom and Natasha spent a few more minutes with the now awakened Misla and Sairaorg. When the confused woman learned what happened to her and that Tom was the one to help her, she started profusely thanking him and that got awkward really fast. She wanted to pay him for it and while Tom was quite a shameless individual and proud of it, he refused. Being paid three times for one job sounded damn delicious but unfortunately, Misla only offered money and Tom didn't need that. Maybe if she offered something…
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Author Note: Just to make it less confusing, magic is a general term here. Whether one uses holy energy, demonic power, or mana, it does not matter. The result is called magic by me. --- Tom has finished filling the second contract and then approached Natasha, taking her hand and gently dragging her towards Misla's bed. "Hold the contract." Tom said and Natasha confusedly obeyed and gripped a side of the contract with her fingers. Tom then pulled Misla's hand from under the sheets, making it…
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Seeing Sairaorg agree to the deal, Tom ruffled the kid's hair while laughing like a maniac in his mind before he whipped out a pre-prepared contract form bound by a contractual magic Tom made by recreating his own version of the Old Contracts. Unfortunately, just like the Old Contracts, this creation of Tom would only work on Devils because his version also had to make use of their connection to the Concept of Exchange to establish a deal. Tom started filling the contract, obviously adding a clause…
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Author Note: Heavily AU. I know that Misla was not born Bael. Well, I know that now. When I wrote the chapter, I had no idea so... :D. --- Tom spent so much time poking and prodding inside of Misla's body... and that came out exactly as he wanted it to... because he wasn't just trying to find out a way to awaken her. Twenty seconds in the real world was for him, with the usage of his Sacred Gear, several hours. He actually spent eight magic gems around his neck and only because he took his time…
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Natasha felt weird as she watched Tom having a stare-off with an obviously scared yet defiant ten-year-old boy who stood between them and the bed on which Misla Bael was eternally sleeping. Her lips slightly twitched upward. The kid was quite cute, trying to protect his mother like that. Nevertheless, Natasha had no idea why he showed them hostility. Wasn't Sarael supposed to- "Let me guess. Sarael didn't explain anything, did he?" Tom drawled, resisting his urge to facepalm. He knew he forgot…
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