The Crow Mage's Miracle
After ravaging Sea's limp, despair-ridden body time and again, Jinwoo finally considered wrapping up the conquest.
Of course, keeping her as his slave like this—trapped eternally in this nightmare—wouldn't have been a bad choice either.
The process of shattering her soul completely and turning her into a doll that gazed only at him would surely be delightful.
But with his reason restored, he shook his head. This wasn't reality. Supplies of food and water were already running critically low. He had to escape this accursed nightmare.
"It's time to go back."
He lightly struck the nape of Sea's neck, her eyes still dazed from the lingering echoes of pleasure and despair as she gazed up at him, knocking her out cold. Catching her collapsing form, he commanded the Magic Grimoire.
"Make it so she can't utter a word about me once she's back in reality. And... leave a trace that ensures she'll answer my call whenever I desire."
[Command confirmed, Master. Preparing the two most effective brands.]
The Grimoire's pages flipped on their own, and a dark crimson energy rose, gathering at Jinwoo's fingertips. He flipped the unconscious Sea over, positioning her so her plump, breathtakingly voluptuous ass pointed skyward. First, on her right cheek, he began etching a complex, geometric pattern with his energy-infused finger.
Chiiik—
With a sound like flesh searing under a branding iron, a black Amnesia Imprint burned into her delicate skin. It sealed away all memories of him—his face, voice, their intercourse—deep in her subconscious. Any attempt to recall or speak of them would trigger brain-searing agony, obliterating the memories.
Next, he placed his hand on her left cheek, inscribing a more fluid design resembling a seductive serpent: the Whisper of the Dream Demon. This seal would invade her dreams each night, replaying pleasures with Jinwoo endlessly, implanting insatiable longing and lewd submission into her unconscious.
Confirming the two black brands glow faintly as they activated, Jinwoo touched the Salvation Stigmata on her lower abdomen, extinguishing its light completely. Now, in reality, she wouldn't recall him at all. Yet her body and subconscious remained perfectly enslaved to him.
With preparations complete, he carefully lifted the stark-naked Sea. He approached what appeared to be the space's only exit: an unfinished bathroom stall partition.
[Sending her through that door will make her appear in her home bathroom. Transmission to the safest, most familiar space minimizes memory confusion.]
Jinwoo nodded at the Grimoire's helpful guidance. He opened the bathroom door and gently eased Sea's sleeping form into the dark, cramped space. Without hesitation, he shut the door. With a creak, as it closed, a flash erupted from the crack, and Sea's presence vanished completely.
Meanwhile, on Earth. In a dark room, a man stared hollow-eyed at his monitor. His username was PleaseSavior-nim. Ever since his sister Kim Sea vanished, he'd been teetering on madness.
Police and private investigators found no leads. All he could do was log into the nation's largest mystery occult community, "Mystery Gallery," clinging to faint hopes.
He fixated obsessively on the enigmatic "Crow Mage," who had emerged during the recent "Arizona Skyfall Incident" and reportedly rescued an American family from the Eternal Nightmare. He spammed every related post, pleading, "Please... appear where my sister was taken too... Crow Mage..." Naturally, he got only mockery in return.
Then it happened.
Thud!
A dull thump echoed from the bathroom.
Burglar? Jihyuk grabbed a baseball bat, heart pounding, and crept toward the bathroom. Through the tightly shut door's crack, a bizarre red glow leaked briefly then vanished. Swallowing hard, he gripped the knob and turned.
"S-Sea!"
The door swung open to an unbelievable sight. His sister, Kim Sea, lay collapsed on the cold tile floor—stark naked. Faint bruises and angry red marks covered her body, but no major injuries.
"Sea! Wake up, it's your brother!"
Jihyuk rushed in, cradling her. Her body was cold, but she was breathing. He fetched a large towel, wrapped her, and carried her to the bedroom. Much later, Sea stirred with a faint groan, slowly opening her eyes.
"B-Brother?"
"Sea! You okay? What happened?!"
"I don't know... My memories... I was in some dark, scary place... But someone... saved me... A figure with a wizard hat..."
She clutched her head in confusion. The Amnesia Imprint had scrambled everything. Only vague sensations remained: trapped in a nightmarish place, rescued by "someone." But "wizard" struck Jihyuk like thunder.
After confirming she was safe, Jihyuk trembled with relief, gratitude, and ecstasy toward the being he'd believed in. He rushed to his computer and, with shaking hands, posted on the mocking Mystery Gallery.
For days, I've been saying the 'Crow Mage' is our only hope, that we must pray to him—and every time I post or comment, you treated me like a lunatic and mocked me. Open your eyes wide, all you bastards.
A miracle happened. Just now, my sister Sea... appeared in our home bathroom. My sister, missing for days, suddenly in our locked bathroom—where she absolutely wasn't moments ago. Her clothes are gone, her body's covered in wounds, but she's alive. Breathing.
She can't remember much, but she clearly said a "crow-like figure" saved her from where she was trapped. You know what this means? That guy you called a flash-in-the-pan fraud from the 'Arizona Skyfall Incident,' a delusion—he heard my desperate prayers and acted.
The police couldn't find her, no one could—but he did, and safely delivered her home. This is true power, a real miracle. Now you see who's real and who's fake? He's leagues beyond the sham exorcists and shamans you fawn over. The 'Crow Mage' is the one true hope of this era.
I don't know if you'll see this, but... thank you so much. I owe you my life. On behalf of all the fools who doubted you, I apologize. I'll follow you forever. Thank you... truly, thank you...
Jihyuk's frenzied praise and gratitude exploded across Mystery Gallery.
Comments of awe and celebration piled up on Jihyuk's monitor. Tears streaming, he replied to them all.
But no one imagined the being he hailed as savior was, in truth, a demonic entity who had brutally defiled his sister's purity and soul, etching indelible lewd brands into her flesh.