A Master At His Lowest Point

Felix was having a bad day, even by the standards of his current string of bad days. He had just gotten back a failed math quiz, which he had no time to study for, and given his various difficulties with the subject, wouldn't have been able to pass even if he had studied. At this point the look of disappointment from his math teacher might as well have been a smirk, because of how many times Felix had seen it, and how little anything he said got his teacher to be more reasonable.

"Felix, you keep getting results like these, you're going to fail." Said Mr. Winters. Winters was a firm believer in the theory of teaching that said all problems could be solved with more homework, more glares to keep students on task, and more rousing speeches about the importance of math to one's future. That none of those did anything to help Felix with understanding Algebra II never seemed to get Winters to deviate from this theory of teaching.

"Sir, I don't see how I'm supposed to do anything when-" Felix couldn't even finish speaking before his teacher had already moved on. Felix then sighed, and packed up his things.

Before leaving, Felix tried to meet up with Noah, but once again, the nerd scurried off before he could get a word in. Noah was once the closest person Felix had to a friend, at least until recently, and someone he had hoped could maybe help him with the class. Felix had even once gotten close enough to the guy to be in his weekly D&D sessions for a time, and had even seen the behemoth of a gaming rig Noah played on at home. However, even before recent events, he had come to suspect that Noah would've had no patience to help Felix with math, or that his help would've been enough anyway. While Noah may have been a stereotypical nerd, with high scores in even this ball busting of a math class to prove it, that didn't mean he had limitless patience to deal with Felix's issues.

Felix sighed at losing the closest thing he had to a friend, and left the math class. Of course, standing in the hallway during that window of time where there was no hall monitor that this bully always seemed to find was fucking Zachary Hanson. Zachary was a jock, with well groomed brown hair, blue eyes, and surprisingly good grades for someone who seemed mainly focused on athletics. Zachary punched Felix in the gut, then spat on him as he as fell over.

"No one beats a Hanson." Zachary said, walking off.

Felix groaned, then got himself up off the floor and headed to the restroom to clean up the spit. It said a lot about where Felix's life was that Zachary wasn't the worst person in it, or even a particularly bad person in terms of how much they hurt him. Looking at himself in the mirror, he wondered if he had somehow been cursed and didn't know it, given how garbage his final year of high school had been going. After checking to ensure that Zachary hadn't somehow nicked his wallet while he was on the floor, Felix went to his next class.

English class proved to be even worse than what Felix had felt to that point. Hailey, the only girl in their school that had bothered to talk to him, was still ignoring him. He had hoped enough time would get her to talk to him again as friends, but that didn't seem to be on the table. Felix had thought his life was on the upswing when he had met her at Noah's weekly D&D sessions, because he was becoming part of a proper friend group rather than stuck as a loner on the outside of one. Hailey was a bit of a tomboy, which made her a lot more approachable than most girls Felix had met, but that hadn't resulted in much. Did Hailey think he was a gross creep for his attempts to get close to her? Was there a nasty rumor that he didn't know about, which meant that even before the incident, she had no patience for him? These questions and thoughts raced through Felix's mind as another class passed him by.

Felix left the class, only to find James Smith waiting directly outside the door, watching the hall like a hawk. He was the absolute last person Felix wanted to meet today, or any other day for that matter. Zachary and his crowd were bad enough, but at the end of the day, they were teenagers. James Smith was an adult, the Assistant Principal, no less. He was supposed to be better than them, and sure acted like he tolerated no rule breaking on his watch. But when it really mattered, James was just a hypocrite who refused to punish the guilty when it was inconvenient for him to do so.

"Felix, I've been meaning to talk to you." It was James Smith, who insisted on being called sir like every jackass with too much authority on the planet.

"I have nothing left to say to you," Felix said while he continued walking.

"Doesn't matter, you still need to report to detention young man," Smith said.

"For what?" Felix asked, point blank.

"That should be for what sir, and you know exactly why you need to report to detention," Smith said, the sheer ludicrousness of what he was saying not registering. "You keep disrespecting my authority and refusing to apologize."

Felix, clenching his fists, had to exert an immense level of self control to not, right there, punch Smith in the face, and keep doing so until he was pulled off of him. Alas, that would get him expelled, potentially sent to prison given he was a legal adult as of a couple of weeks ago, and worst of all, make his mother rather sad. And Felix couldn't bear to make her suffer even more than she already was from losing her job, or getting dragged through a grueling court case.

"Felix?" Smith asked with an inherent condescension. "I'm not going to ask again."

He rolled his eyes in response and went to report for detention. It wasn't like Felix had anything to look forward to at home, given his family's crumbling financial situation. If nothing else, Smith usually outsourced the task of detention to someone else, so he wouldn't have to put up with the assistant principal's bullshit anymore.

However, upon entering the room detention was supposed to be held in, Felix experienced one of the strangest things he ever had in his life. One moment he was about to step into a classroom used for detention after school. Upon actually stepping into the room, he found himself in a a hallway made of reinforced concrete with no windows, and that was only lit by electrical lighting. The hallway was much narrower than that of the classroom he had thought he was entering, and also stretched much further. In the distance he thought he could see an opening to some sort of room, but it was too far off to tell.

When Felix turned around, he couldn't find the door he just entered through. He tried running back the way he came, hoping this was a bizarre case of an invisible door, but found nothing of the sort. It was at this point Felix's run broke into a panicked sprint, running through the facility looking for a way back even though everything he knew suggested there was no way back. This soon meant he was lost in a mess of rooms that he didn't understand, whether they be a massive indoor obstacle course, a maze, or what looked like an exercise room but he couldn't tell. He never dared enter any of those rooms, worried about what he would find inside, and never wanting to leave the hallway.

Eventually, Felix came to a stop, having burned too much energy. He was never in that great of shape to begin with, and without the spark from his initial panic, he would've burned out much faster. By the time he stopped, he realized he was in the room that he had spotted earlier, because looking down one of the hallways caused him to recognize where he had come from. But what a strange room to end up in, as it was a circle. The walls of the room were covered in screens, all currently off, closer to the middle of the room was a circular couch, and at the very center of the circle was a podium for a single person to stand on.

"There you are, find your place?" Said a voice Felix had never heard before.

Felix turned around, slowly, desperately hoping he had hallucinated it or similar. But when turned around to look, he instead saw...

A 7 foot tall demon, with glowing eyes, fire red skin, and silver hair that went far down her back. Felix knew it was a she because she was completely naked, exposing his virgin eyes to a sight that both terrified and aroused him. This creature's breasts were larger than his head, her hips would've been cartoonishly wide on a human woman of anything approaching normal human height, she looked to have enough muscle mass to bench press a tank judging by her abs alone, and...

She was showing him her bare crotch without a care in the world. Felix assumed she was right to feel such confidence, as she looked like a mixture of a hentai character with a video game boss that killed an under leveled character with a single attack, and he definitely felt under leveled.

"I thought we could have a more intimate conversation together." The creature said. "My name is Vizrokoth, although don't tell anyone else."

Vizrokoth closed the distance between her and Felix before the portion of his brain screaming for him to run could communicate that idea to his legs. She dragged Felix into her grasp, so that she could whisper into his ear, "I have warded it, and I would hate to have someone else transformed into a mindless fuck doll because they tried to kill or enslave me again."

"Be a good boy Felix, and stay in this room until the others arrive." Vizrokoth placed Felix onto the couch. "Trust me when I say you don't want me to come looking for you..."