The Dresden Files

Chicago's only professional wizard, Harry Dresden was in a foul mood. He was on his hands and knees, scrubbing demon guts from his trademark leather duster. His entire body was covered in cuts and bruises, his head ached inside and out, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten any sleep.

He was due to meet the head of Chicago PD's Special Investigations Unit, Karrin Murphy in about an hour and a half, so sleep wasn't really an option. Harry needed to finish cleaning his spell armored coat and get cleaned up before embarking on his latest consulting gig for the police department.

Beneath the floorboards of Dresden's basement apartment, his apprentice Molly Carpenter was working furiously in Harry's sub-basement lab. She was seated in the center of a pentacle drawn in chalk inside of a copper circle inset into the concrete floor in the lotus position. A white candle sat lit at each of the star's points with various other focus items carefully arranged throughout the magic construct. Between her legs was a simple silver cup filled with a potion she'd created. She'd crafted it from a recipe found in a tattered old journal, and it was supposed to help Harry heal and relax. He'd been so stressed lately, Molly just wanted to give him a few moments of peace.

Unfortunately for Molly, she'd made a slight calculation in the potion and the construction of the circle. She hadn't factored in the tarnished coin buried deep beneath the circle. The ancient Roman denarius contained the soul of a fallen angel known as Lasciel. And the minor imperfections in Molly's work allowed some of the corrupting energy from the demonic entity to bleed into her spell. Rather than relaxing Harry's body, Lasciel would make sure that the potion would instead relax his inhibitions, hopefully causing him to take up the coin and allow her influence to take over his mind.

The amount of mystical energy wasn't much, so Molly couldn't detect the problem. Instead, she finished the spell and mixed the potion into a pot of coffee she'd brewed. She poured some into a mug and climbed the ladder to give the steaming hot elixir to her mentor.

Harry's ragged face lit up at the sight of the coffee in the statuesque blonde's hand. She handed him the mug and he took a careful sip.

"You're a hell of a woman Molly Carpenter."

"Yeah, you keep telling me that."

"I mean it Grasshopper. This cup right here might be the only thing that gets me through the day. I needed something to wake me up before I go meet Murph."

"Oh, you've got to go back to work?"

"Yeah."

Molly shifted nervously, "Maybe you should just go get ready then. I can make a fresh pot for when you get back."

"I've got time." Harry said before downing another gulp. The hot liquid warmed his insides and made him feel alive again. In fact, he was feeling amazing. Harry cocked an eyebrow at his apprentice as his body and mind were instantly rejuvenated.

"Molly. What did you do?"

"Don't be mad boss."

"Mad about what?"

"I made a refreshing potion for you. It was supposed to relax you enough that you could get some sleep. And then you'd wake up feeling rested and healthy."

"Sleep does that on its own."

"But..."

"Stop! Molly, potions can be dangerous. And it's never OK to give someone a potion without their permission."

Harry felt rage boiling up inside of him. He was normally able to control his emotions after years of practice, but he couldn't find a way to quell the angry inferno he felt. Dresden slammed his fist down onto his kitchen table, causing it to practically explode from the impact. Molly started to retreat, but tripped over a rug and landed sprawled on her back.

The sight of his best friend's daughter on her back with her legs spread caused the anger to fade, replaced by an almost overwhelming lust. Molly saw the look in her teacher's eyes and started to scramble frantically away from him.

Harry raised his right hand an snarled, "Ventas Servitas!" and a strong gust of air sent the young blonde tumbling forward, stopping at her mentor's feet.

Harry grabbed both sides of the teen's head and his will into her mind. They'd been working on mental defenses, so he knew exactly how to bypass her safeguards and dominate her mind. Molly did her best to fend off the , but she couldn't match the raw power that Dresden was capable of.

After what felt like an eternity, the mental anguish started to fade along with Molly's resolve as Harry tore away at her free will. The fight soon disappeared from Molly's blue eyes and her head drooped. One last surge of power stripped away the last bit of her ability to resist her new master.

Harry pulled his hands away and the beautiful blonde rose to her knees. She looked up at him and smiled.

"What can I do for you Master?"