She enslaves the guests

The creature shaped like Laura slowly walked towards the group that was staring at her in horror.

-Rejoice, for you have lived long enough to meet me and serve me. I am Zandramas, demon of the flesh. The witch who lives here had defeated me and reduced me to this liquid form, and you freed me.

She now was very close to them. Deborah wanted to back away, but there was something stopping her. Zandramas' black eyes were staring at them one by one, and they couldn't look away. Her eyes, her smell...strangely, Deborah felt calmer and calmer, as if a voice in her head was telling her to trust this creature, to be obedient.

-Laura, she stammered, forgetting for a moment that she was facing a demon, and that her friend's remains lay a little further away.

-It's all right, my child," Zandramas whispered. Your friend has done her time, but I'm here now. You don't need anything else but me anymore. Forget the rest.

The demon gently touched Deborah's right temple with her clawed hand. This touch had an incredibly powerful effect on the young woman. She felt her spirit leave her, as if sucked out by the demon. Her brain was fogged up, and it became increasingly difficult for her to think. Suddenly she was overwhelmed by simple but extremely strong feelings. She loved Zandramas. She worshipped her. She wanted her.

Without thinking, Deborah let herself fall to her knees before the demon, tears of joy running down her face.

-I love you, mistress. I only live to please you.

-I know that, my child," Zandramas whispered, tenderly caressing Deborah's short brown hair, while touching Clement's temple with his other hand.

The next moment, the tall blonde man was also on his knees, promising to serve Zandramas for the rest of his life.

-You have the honor of becoming my servants. Abandon your past life, your emotions. I am your only salvation.

With these words, Zandramas moved on to the next person to be enslaved.