Chapter 3: Losing Everything, a monster awakens [Part 2]

Damien had spent most of his life looking at things from a rational perspective.

While there was a point in time in his life where he went around believing that he had "God and Anime" on his side. That point of his life lasted for nothing more than a few months.

"I understand... whoever it is that’s speaking to my mind, I get it, you’re some God or something but! Who was it that pushed me into this room?"

Despite facing what could only be described as a "supernatural entity" Damien did not completely lose his rationality.

Yes, the mysterious voice that echoed in his head and not whispered into his ears was one thing. But the person who pushed him into the room was another thing entirely!

He clearly felt it! The warmth of a living person, the feeling of having his back pushed! That was all REAL!

[As expected of his descendant! While you are not as eloquent, the fiery temper is just like that idiotic gigolo]

"Gigolo? My ancestor was a manwhore?"

[Kuhahahaha! A manwhore? Now that is a word I love! Indeed! That bastard could have had the world but he found the peak to be lacking with women so he decided to become a mere supporter! A secondary character in his own tale! While that did allow him to build a harem, it still left him empty upon the death of the champion he propped up]

"Lemme guess, that champion was a hot chick?"

[Hmph! Quite sharp of you descendant!]

Damien understood immediately what kind of man his ancestor was. Now, all he had to do was look for individuals that matched his personality and feats...

[I’d advise against that, much like you, your ancestor may have been a man carried by his lust, but his genius is by no means lacking. In your words- he was a monster who was both a sage and whore, his heart may be filled with lust but his mind was always as calm as a frozen lake]

"A frozen lake is not always calm though?"

[Exactly]

"Tsk... forget about it, what about that bastard who pushed me?"

[That... is no bastard, only you could hear me, that witch was under my control so I am- by technicality the one who "pushed" you]

"Witch?"

[Call for Cindy Lee]

Still a bit worried, Damien raised his gun to the door as he called out, "Cindy Lee!".

Following his words, the whole room lit up with magical lights, it was only then did Damien realize that he was standing at the center of a "magic circle". Though the one he stood on had a pentagram at its core and he was at the core of that very pentagram.

"..."

He did not let the shock control him though as Damien returned his focus on the door that was now visible due to the faint light-

*creak*

The opened slowly and the moment the figure behind appeared-

"Eh? A teen?"

[Wrong, she’s young but a college student, she just appears to be younger due to her short stature]

The one to answer Damien was not the woman in the doorway but the mysterious voice.

The woman on the other hand remained silent, staring at Damien with a lack of expression on her face.

"Is she a doll?"

[That’s just how the youth of today are, I could only speak to her through possession and even then, I would still need to make her body write down my words and undo the possession]

"I see, so you can’t convey thoughts to her mind, but why not possess me?"

[Already am]

"..."

Damien went silent but it was at this moment that the woman finally spoke.

"As grandma said, you really are the descendant of Merlin"

Hearing the woman’s voice, Damien could immediately tell what kind of person she was. A low tone with a rather lazy vibe to it- she’s basically a carbon copy of that emo goth chick superhero. But less "otherworldly mage" and more "Asian-American baddie".

"Huh? She didn’t tell me anything about her granddaughter?"

"I’m not officially related to her, you think a witch would be accepted by society?"

"Miss, I don’t know anything about witches but I believe that humanity has long gone past the age of witch hunts."

Damien could immediately tell what the girl was worrying about but he didn’t believe that she had to worry about such things. After all, the current age was one where even a liar could get away with massacres, much less a hot goth chick getting attacked for being a witch.

If anything, all she had to do was livestream the whole endeavour and people would turn away.

But his thoughts were cut short as the supernatural entity spoke directly to his mind countering any of his arguments.

[They won’t get hunted down if they’re liars and fakes, but the real witches are being hunted by real exorcist and witch hunters]

"..."

Damien went silent and Cindy took this as her chance to respond as he said-

"I dunno if the Deity told you but the world you live in is different from the one I do"

"So is this like a Harry Potter kind of reality?"

"No, more like men in black"

"I see..."

Damien immediately understood the current situation, it was fortunate that the witch was not some uncultured princess living in some mystical realm separated from society.

[If they could, they would have done that long ago. But the dimensional lands of Earth are already under the control of the magical beings. Humans took over the Earth so witches and all magical humans could only live on Earth.]

The additional information from the deity, as Cindy called it, gave an even clearer picture of the current situation.

"Eh? Isn’t this worse than my own situation?"

Damien muttered but Cindy picked up on his words as she responded-

"Nah, it’s the same, the only difference is that as Damien Dixon, you would be found guilty of any false charges because society already labeled you as a degenerate scumbag who assaults women and forces them to bend over"

"..."

"The current number of women assaulted by Damien is at 24, people are now calling you the Modern day Jeffrey Dahmer"

"... the fuck?"

Hearing the current state of his reputation, Damien was already prepared for the worst but who would equate him to a serial killer?

"Well, at least you know that movies, books and even tv shows would be made about you. Moreover, the people calling you a modern day serial killer are just exaggerating, but that exaggeration is what would give your lying lover a reason to publish a book turning her "suffering" into income"

Cindy didn’t seem to care that Damien was speechless at how crazy the rumor mill had gotten-

"Oh! One of your employees came out to claim compensation from your former lover. She claims you assaulted her during a company party"

"I never participated in company parties"

"They say you hide yourself to avoid getting any evidence"

"Bullshit!"

Damien finally snapped, he snatched the phone from the hands of Cindy as he scrolled through the girls social media.

"What the fuck?! Every news outlet is talking about my alleged crimes? There’s not a single piece of evidence! All they have is that black video with voices and a video of Andrea crying about it!"

"Yeah, but you’ve gone into hiding and Andrea is out there crying wolf. I mean, why not just buy off the news outlets? You’re a billionaire aren’t you?"

Cindy asked, although she was happy that the asshole who owned the house and was capable of dealing with the rogue deity was now here. She was also pissed that the idiot’s basically doing nothing as the world is slowly being turned against him.

She’s not sympathizing with him, she just doesn’t want to get implicated because of an idiot who can’t even defend himself.

"I would if that bitch didn’t scam me out of my money"

"Sounds complicated, so you’re broke, have nothing left but this house my grandma gifted you and now you’re also gonna become a wanted criminal?"

"... fuck- if only I knew that Robert was the son of an important person within the ranks of the FBI..."

The news report showed that the FBI were apparently monitoring him for a long time as Andrea worked together with Robert who was also an FBI agent.

While Damien was being touted as a serial sex offender, there were underlying narratives that were being used to silence all his allies.

"Oh? I didn’t see that, let’s see... tax evasion, fraud, terrorism, cyber terrorism... damn, you’re worse than a witch!"

"Of course I would be if any of these crimes were real"

"But the FBI said they have evidence?"

"... tsk- I know why they did that"

Damien could already see the reason why the FBI would do such underhanded tactics.

The company that made Damien a billionaire was in the IT industry, he grew up as one of the "nerds" and he built a company based on software development.

It started with mobile games and had now become a large enterprise.

From artificial intelligence used in factories, to drones that were being used in conflicts and even control systems for satellites and various military aircraft. His company was not as eye-catching as the other tech giants but he did weasel his way into every industry he could.

The reason he could do that was because his company worked with software, an industry few actually wanted to delve in.

But Damien built many connections, befriended many people and was able to get developers to work with him.

He didn’t touch the "open source" stuff but he did create "better" versions that would be used exclusively for systems that required high levels of security and a solid backend that had few vulnerabilities and the few it had weren’t open for the world to see.

But that had apparently been an eyesore to the security officials, not the politicians, those idiots care more about black lives matter than they do about actual security.

"They wanted to have partial control over the company, I can’t let them do that..."

"So what about your associates?"

Damien looked at the report once more, despite the label of terrorist falling on his head, the threat was a subtle one. Misunderstood by the majority, but those in the "know" would understand the subtle hints that the FBI was telling everyone.

"They’re probably looking for ways to get out the country, hopefully they all get out, many of the experts on the board are from south east asia, the rest are from Europe- they’re going to be fine but the guys from Asia... fuck"

Damien did not see himself as a saint but thinking about the people who trusted him...

That one message made him believe that everyone was out to get him but now that he calmed down-

[Curteousy of yours truly~]

The reality of things finally hit him.

[So? About my offer-] 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"You already possessed me, isn’t that already a done deal?"

[HAHAHA! You amuse me Damien! But! I will not allow you to continue with that name]

"Huh?"

Damien showed a confused expression and the next moment-

"What the- urgh-"

He fell on his knees as the crimson magic circle below him glowed. Cindy left the circle as she showed a look of shock and awe.

"Wow! This is the first time I saw the initiation ceremony work with that much power"

Unfortunately, Damien did not have the time to register her words as his mind was consumed by the soul breaking pain.

"AAAAARRGGGHH!!!!!"