Jump at the chance and take the plunge.

you make your, ignoring any possible red flags your anxiety was possible trying to warn you about just a moment ago. though in defeat logically you couldn't see this going wrong. the god was weak, sociable, and like Wednesday prostitute, was used up. if anything it was like getting someone else's sloppy seconds. you glance at the ink bottle for a moment more before picking it up. you sighed in defeat before asking more questions.

" ok so... at the strength your at right now, what can I do with this ownership power"

" you can gain ownership by using my ink to write your name on anything. Once you do this, those unaware of this power will unjustifiable be struck with the belief that it belongs to you in all sense of the word regardless of other factors. as my power stands now you should have some control over the things you own"

the bottle alluded to what exactly that control would be or allow you to do but to your knowledge you haven't marked anything. you think to yourself that you should by a quil, but for now the tip of your pencil is just going to have to do the trick. the first thing you decide to mark with this mystical ink is the ink bottle its self. just along the dotted line the ink bottle now reading; "Ownership of Kurt Matroy" honestly you were just looking for an excuse to own something in order to see if this checked out.

the first confirmation of this was a calling of knowledge. you weren't smarter for it but you could recall memories and information about the ink bottle, its time on earth, and those who had also taken its power for a spin, who they were and what they were able to accomplish. it almost fills in all the questions in terms of what you can do. it was like you were linked to this bottle of ink somehow. this gave you a archive of ideas of what could be done with this power but at the same time you were trying not to get power hungry yourself.

" well, no one's ever tried to own me before... well, well what will my master do with me now with a godess at his becking call" the ink bottle teased. you could tell by the tone but from memory alone they didn't seem like the type in the past, perhaps it was because their past suiters only ever took and never gave or perhaps it was because now they were content with their role in the world.

the silence took you for a moment as you slowly realize with this power you could get some real revange on the family that basically disowned you, ruining your fathers career, make them get a divorce and turn your mother and sister into your personal sex slaves to worship your cock and slowly accumulate a harem army... but then you thought maybe you had been watching too much revange porn these last 5 years.

you think of your friend Ron, his family and what they've done for you. you can't help but feel grateful. looking back at the ink bottle you have no immediate plan as to what you want to do with it, perhaps for now you just want to take you time to experiment with it. and at the same time you feel you should aim to at least try and mark a person to see what the effects will be...

" no, I think I need to evaluate my situation for a bit before coming up with a plan"

" That's fine take your time"

Authors note: this is so weird I feel like I can make a book out of this concept