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uhm i dont watch the show?

but for the things on my dash i would say Peridot

Card Captor Sakura

i dont think i can pick one

but one of my top 3 is Sophie’s World

The Demon demanded that Simon bring her to his home but when he tried to refuse the marking on his arm caused him a considerable amount of pain.

“I told you, you cannot disobey me slave!”

‘It’s a good thing I live alone then’ Simon thought to himself. After getting back home, Emilia immediately started to look around and jumped into the first bed she found after removing her clothes.

“Just great” Simon said to himself sarcastically “at least she isn’t in my room.” After a stressful and sleepless night Simon got ready for school and left the house as quickly as he could before Emilia could wake up.  ‘I can’t disobey her orders if I’m not there to hear them’ he thought while running to the nearest bus stop. When he got to school he noticed an unusually warm feeling simmering inside of him. Maybe it was because it was a Monday morning and Bonnie and Clyde always bullied him much more severely on Monday mornings. He slowly walked towards the front doors staring at the ground and hoping that they wouldn’t see him but his efforts were for naught because the moment he entered the building Clyde yanked on his shirt pulled him into an empty classroom where Bonnie was waiting

“Oh look it’s our favorite little virgin!” Bonnie shouted excitingly

“How was your weekend hm?” said Clyde

“What do you want you?”

“We do this every single Monday Simon you should know by now” said Clyde while smashing Simon’s face against one of the desk and pining him down while Bonnie went through his stuff.

“Tonight is the night! No more bullying! No more insults and no more loneliness! After tonight all of that will disappear!”

After going over the book he found in his mother’s attic. He grabbed his bag and hopped on his bicycle before heading down to the forest at top speed. He kept pedalling until he found a clearing within the forest that bathed within the red light of that night’s blood moon.

 “This is the perfect time! This will definitely work. It has to work! If it doesn’t I’ll be left with no choice.”

The boy took out the book and many bags of salt which he used to draw a very complex pentagram into the soil. He then took a couple of steps back and sat down with the book on his lap and stretched his arms towards the blood-colored moon.

“Please work” he told himself over and over again right before he started the incantation. Suddenly, the salt caught on fire making the pentagram light up in a bright purple light. He got up and cut open his hand and threw the blood into the fire. He stared at the pentagram for a solid minute and just when he was about to give up the earth under the pentagram started to glow very brightly and vividly. He shielded his eyes and when the light faded and he looked back he saw a woman in a long red robe stand there right in front of him. She had jet black hair and the horns of a ram. Her eyes as red as the blood and her skin looked soft and white.

The boy had fallen to the ground completely astonished at what he had accomplished.

“Who are you to summon Emilia puny human?” she asked aggressively.

The boy got up and firmly said. “S-Simon and I am your new master”

The demon laughed and suddenly grabbed his arm raising him in the air to stare at him. “Why would I obey a puny little virgin pencil neck like you?”

“I summoned you I-I should own you!”

“I admit summoning an arch-demon is no small feat. But you don’t have the power to overwrite my will”

Suddenly an intense burning sensation took over Simon’s arm at the exact place where Emilia was holding. He screamed and struggled as much as he could to get free but she just looked at him and laughed at his suffering and when she finally let go her grip left a strange burned mark resembling the pentagram he drew to summon this demon.

“That’s a demonic pact” she says while giggling. That’s a mark of your slavery.