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Daniel hypnotized by King Delerion
Delerion looked at his newest acquisition: Daniel, a burly man with an impenetrable face. The sorcerer, wrapped in his black leather clothes with purple details, played with a floating green sphere between his fingers, a symbol of his power. The man, completely subdued, remained firm, without a hint of doubt in his empty eyes.
“Do you know why I brought you here?” Delerion asked, with a superior smile.
“To serve you, master.” the slave replied, his voice deep, but completely neutral.
Delerion let out a small laugh, reveling in the absolute control he exerted.
“Exactly. You are strong, obedient... And soon you will join the others who are already under my command. This palace will be an empire, and each of you will have a place.” The sorcerer raised the glowing sphere, letting its green light envelop the man's figure. “Will you do everything I command you?”
“Everything, my lord,” the slave replied, emotionless.
Delerion smiled maliciously, knowing that his kingdom of subjugated men grew by the day.
King Delerion enjoying Miguel's obedience
Detective Miguel Sánchez had been investigating the disappearances of men in different parts of the country for weeks, all related by a disturbing pattern. Among them, his friend Daniel had been the last to disappear, and from that moment on, the search became personal. Miguel knew that something dark was hiding behind these cases, something that did not conform to the laws of logic or science. He was the only mortal who had discovered the existence of the mysterious sorcerer Delerion, an enigmatic being whom he ended up facing several times, but without success.
Now, in the sorcerer's palace, Miguel was in front of Delerion, but something had changed. He no longer wore his usual clothes. Instead, he wore a tight red shirt, similar to those of Delerion's other servants, which highlighted his muscles like a trophy displayed by the sorcerer. The detective remained standing stiff, his gaze fixed and empty, as if his will had been completely broken. Delerion, in front of him, looked at him with an arrogant smile, his scepter emitting a faint green glow, proof of the spell that had brought him here.
“I have always been fascinated by your determination, Miguel,” Delerion said mockingly, walking slowly around him, delighting in the image of the detective finally under his control. “I warned you not to meddle in matters you cannot understand… but your stubbornness is admirable.”
The sorcerer stopped in front of him, leaning in to catch any spark of resistance that might remain in the detective’s eyes, but he found none. Miguel was trapped, his mind, once sharp and cunning, now shrouded in a haze of obedience.
“And what happened to all that pride as a vigilante, eh?” Delerion continued, laughing softly. “You thought you could stop me, save your dear friend Daniel… But now, look at you. Dressed just like all my servants, one more in my collection.”
Miguel said nothing. His proud eloquence had been completely erased from his mind and transformed into submission.
“Oh, but don’t worry,” Delerion added, a cruel glint in his eyes. “Daniel is here too, as you might have guessed. Very close, in fact. In fact, I can assure you that you will play together. Because… in case you hadn’t realized yet, you are now at my command.”
“Yes, master. I am at your command,” Miguel replied, completely hypnotized.
The sorcerer’s smile widened as he saw how someone who had shown more will than the others had fallen under his power. It was clear that the spell was too strong.
“All this will seem normal to you very soon. You and Daniel will be part of something much bigger than yourselves. You always wanted to save people, didn’t you?” Delerion laughed, taking a few steps back. “Well, now you will be a good slave… for me.”
“As you command, master.” The detective answered again, with a serious and neutral tone of voice that showed that the trance he was in was really deep.
Delerion's laughter echoed through the room as Miguel, his body tense beneath his red shirt, stood motionless, the shadow of his will consumed by the magic that bound him. The detective who had once sworn to stop the warlock now became a piece in Delerion's game.
My OC. When I drew Mikhail, I based on the appearance of the Russian actor Andrey Merzlikin. I want to tell his story, but I need to prepare some more materials and arts
a month ago, I drew these little guys for my friend! This was also a business project
the feller in last image is me! in the uniform!