The World Is Mine For The Taking

Amon's POV

It had already been three long years since I last saw my mother.

That time apart… it was all because of me. My own carelessness had led to it. I got caught by a group of slavers, and just like that, I was torn away from her.

I blamed myself over and over. I was foolish—stupid even. Back then, I didn't think there'd be any way to crawl out of that nightmare.

I was young. Too young. Born and raised in the demon world, I didn't understand how things worked outside. I was naïve about everything. I didn't know what to do, how to act, or even how to protect myself. That ignorance almost cost me everything.

At that time, I thought my life was already over.

But then—he appeared.

The man who would become my Master. The one and only person I would willingly serve until the end of my days.

If he hadn't saved me, I know what kind of fate would've awaited me. I would've been forced to be some cruel bastard's maid, or worse—sold as nothing more than a sex slave.

For a demon servant like me, sex wasn't something unusual. It was part of the role, something that came as naturally as breathing. But still… I couldn't bear the thought of giving my body to someone I didn't want to serve.

That's why I was so grateful when he came into my life.

I can still remember his appearance as clear as if it was yesterday. His hair—black, but darker than even the deepest midnight sky. His eyes—blood red, gleaming with a sharpness that cut right through me.

For some reason, from the very moment our eyes met, I felt an undeniable pull toward him. It was instinctive, primal even. Every part of me screamed that this was the person I wanted to devote myself to.

It was natural, wasn't it? I was born a demon servant. My existence had always been about finding someone worthy to serve. And now… I felt like I had finally found him.

"Um…" My voice trembled as I forced myself to speak. "W-Would you allow me to know the name of the one who saved me?"

He turned his gaze on me. Those cold eyes of his were enough to make anyone else shiver. But instead of fear, I felt the urge to kneel as well as to devote myself to him entirely.

"My name? It's Leon. And you?"

The moment he said his name, my heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest.

My mother once told me that there would come a day when I would meet the person I was destined to serve. She said I would feel it immediately—that my heart would know without doubt. And standing there before him, I knew… this was it. That day had come.

"My name is Amon. I want to be of service to you, Master Leon! Would you allow me, Amon, to serve you from this day forward?" I said, bowing deeply, my chest tight with both nerves and excitement.

He looked at me strangely, his face filled with confusion. I understood why. It was sudden, even absurd. We had only just met, yet here I was, swearing loyalty, offering myself completely without hesitation.

"Aren't you going to return home, like the other captives?" he asked.

"I'm not," I answered firmly. "I've found the Master I want to serve. That's why I'll stay by your side. If you'll permit me, I'll serve you in every way. I'll do any kind of service."

"Any?"

His face reddened. The blush was so genuine as well as so innocent. It was clear that he was inexperienced. He was still young, and likely had never touched a woman before.

Of course, I hadn't either. But my mother had taught me what it meant to pleasure a man. As a demon servant, it was knowledge we had to carry. If it came to that, I could guide him.

"What… was your name again?" he asked, as if trying to confirm it one more time.

"Amon, Master," I replied softly, lowering my head.

"Alright. From today on, you'll be my servant. Is that okay with you?"

Joy welled up in me, so much that I could barely keep my voice steady. "I'll gladly be of service to you, now and forever."

And with that vow, it became official. I had found my Master.

***

Master… he was a very strange person.

But not strange in a bad way.

In fact, it was his strangeness that opened my eyes to so many things I never would've understood otherwise.

Like this "smartphone" thing.

"I wish I had a phone here. Everything in this world is so traditional—it feels like time is slipping through my hands," he muttered one day.

"What is a smartphone, Master?" I asked him curiously. His words caught my attention, and I wanted to understand, especially since he seemed frustrated.

And then he explained it to me.

A strange device unlike anything I had ever heard of. I couldn't even imagine such a thing existed. The more he explained, the more fascinated I became. I wanted to bring his words into reality. So, I tried creating it—and I succeeded.

That was just one example of how incredible he was. His knowledge went far beyond anything I'd ever known.

But his charm—that was something else entirely.

He even won the heart of a woman with a prestigious title. She was a magic knight. She was intelligent, beautiful, and graceful.

For a while, I thought maybe Master no longer needed me. Compared to her, I was nothing. But then, he told me something unexpected.

He said he was going to create a harem of girls. At first, I was confused. Why tell me this? Why did it matter to me?

But in the end, I decided—it didn't matter what I thought of it. My duty was to support him, no matter what.

Because I was his servant. And he was my Master. That was the only truth that mattered.

Even if it meant following him to the ends of the earth—I would never hesitate.