(Was Shenhe’d, so some parts may be disjointed)
“Demon King! Your end has come!”
Link unleashed the last of his strength.
He poured all his Holy Energy into the blade.
The entire Saint Sword shone with blinding light, driving away the surrounding darkness.
“Saint Judgment!”
He turned into a golden stream of light, the tip of his sword aimed straight at Lucia’s heart.
This was his strongest attack.
An ultimate sword technique capable of purifying all evil and judging even the gods.
However, facing this sword that tore through space, Lucia on the throne finally moved.
She slowly raised her right hand.
Only two pale, slender fingers extended.
“AJ.”
A soft sound echoed.
The Saint Sword, strong enough to cleave mountains, was effortlessly caught between those two fingers.
Link’s pupils shrank.
The tip of the sword was less than three inches from Lucia’s chest, yet it could go no further.
All his Holy Energy was completely bound by those two fingers.
“Buzz—”
The Saint Sword “Dawn” let out a wailing cry, unable to bear the strain.
In the next instant, with a “crack,” several cracks spread from the tip of the sword.
“My Saint Sword!”
Under Link’s horrified gaze, the Saint Sword that had accompanied him for three days began to shatter from the tip, inch by inch.
It turned into golden fragments that scattered and vanished into the air.
His weapon… was broken.
Before he could react, an invisible force seized his throat, lifting him into the air.
A suffocating sensation overwhelmed him.
Link’s limbs struggled weakly, unable even to touch the hem of his opponent’s clothing.
He was brought before Lucia, forced to meet her blood-red eyes.
“In three hundred years, you are the first to make me raise my hand.”
Lucia’s voice was cold.
She leaned in, scrutinizing Link’s face as it reddened from lack of oxygen.
“To fall from a revered hero to a powerless plaything…
It must be amusing, right?”
The Demon King chuckled softly, releasing the invisible grip on his throat.
She then extended a single finger and lightly tapped his forehead.
A cold sensation washed over him, and Link’s consciousness was instantly swallowed by endless darkness.
He felt his power, his existence as “Hero Link,”
Even his very being, all erased and rewritten by an irresistible will.
***
He had no idea how much time had passed.
When Link regained consciousness,
The first thing he felt was the extreme softness beneath him.
He opened his eyes slowly.
Above him was an opulent dome, with a massive Crystal Chandelier glittering in the dim light.
He tried to sit up.
But his body felt weak and limp, devoid of strength.
His arms were thin.
Even his field of vision was lower.
A powerful unease gripped his heart.
He scrambled off the absurdly large bed on all fours,
Crawling and rolling toward the corner of the room, where a Floor Mirror stood.
The moment he saw the figure in the mirror,
He froze completely.
In the mirror stood a breathtakingly beautiful girl.
Long silver hair flowed down to her waist.
One gold and one blue eye shone large and clear, filled with confusion.
Her skin was pale and flawless.
She wore a black Gothic Lolita Dress adorned with lace and ribbons.
Who was this explosively cute little girl…?
Instinctively, Link raised a hand to touch his face.
The girl in the mirror did the same.
“……”
A single thought exploded in her mind.
“No—!!!”
She screamed at the mirror in despair.
But the voice that escaped her throat was soft, childish, and tinged with the tender tone of a young girl.
“ISIS…”
A light laugh echoed behind her.
Link spun around.
At some point, the Demon King Lucia had appeared.
She watched Link’s breakdown with amused interest.
“You… you devil! What have you done to me!”
Anger and humiliation overwhelmed her reason.
Link screamed, charging at her with tiny legs.
Even if she had to bite, she’d tear a piece of flesh from this woman!
Yet the reckless charge was easily stopped by a cold finger pressed to her forehead.
The familiar, despairing sense of helplessness washed over her again.
No matter how much strength she mustered, she couldn’t move an inch further.
“Your spirit seems intact.”
Lucia’s tone was laced with satisfied judgment.
“That gives you value as a Pet.”
In the next moment, Link felt her body lifted effortlessly into Lucia’s arms.
“Let me go! You bastard!”
Her flailing punches and kicks were no more than the struggles of a kitten gripped by the scruff.
Lucia carried her to the bed and gently tossed her onto the soft covers.
Before she could rise, a shadow loomed over her.
Lucia leaned in,
Hands planted on either side, trapping her completely.
Black hair cascaded down, stray strands brushing Link’s cheek and tickling her skin.
“As my new Pet, I have to check your body.”
Her deep, playful voice whispered in Link’s ear.
“You… what are you doing! Get away!”
“Inspection.”
Lucia uttered the word flatly.
Her fingers began to wander over Link’s new body.
From slender ankles, to smooth calves, then up beneath the skirt to her thighs…
“No! Don’t touch me!”
Shame and helplessness exploded within her.
Every sense in this body was magnified a hundredfold.
She tried to resist, but her hands were pinned easily above her head.
“Mmm, your bones are healthy.”
Lucia’s touch was firm and inescapable.
Her fingers traced Link’s waist and back.
“OS…”
Link whimpered brokenly.
She bit her lip, trying to hold back any more humiliating sounds.
But her body refused to obey.
Lucia seemed to know exactly
Where this body was most sensitive.
Her mind faded into white.
Her will to resist was eroded by overwhelming power.
Broken pleas slipped from her lips.
Tears slipped down her cheeks uncontrollably.
She didn’t know how long it lasted.
A satisfied laugh finally sounded above her.
“Mmm, such wonderful reactions.”
Lucia straightened,
Looking down with satisfaction.
She gently stroked the girl’s sweat-dampened silver hair.
“But the name Link no longer suits you.”
She leaned down, warm breath brushing the girl’s sensitive ear.
“From now on, you are Lilia. My Lilia.”
Lilia lost all strength.
She lay on the bed, gasping for breath.