King Delerion Giving Orders To Jamal

King Delerion giving orders to Jamal

Deep within Delerion's palace, the air was filled with a mystical green that filtered through the Gothic windows. The high walls were adorned with arcane symbols and glowed faintly with the reflection of the magical lights that floated about the room. Delerion stood tall, wrapped in his dark velvet cloak with purple edges that rippled as if alive. In his right hand, he held a staff adorned with a spherical green jewel, from which emanated unmatched power. In front of him stood Jamal, the imposing, newly hypnotized servant who remained motionless, his muscles tense, but his eyes empty and obedient.

The servant, a burly man with dark skin and enormous strength, had been subdued by the sorcerer's power only a few hours ago. He no longer had a will of his own; his mind was completely subject to Delerion's whims. Despite his intimidating appearance, he was reduced to a puppet, unable to think for himself, only awaiting the commands of his new master.

Delerion watched him with satisfaction. He approached, his leather boots clicking softly on the marble floor. He raised his staff, letting the green light reflect off his slave’s expressionless face. He had perfected the art of magical domination, and each servant under his command was living proof of his mastery.

“You have proven yourself a more than suitable subject,” Delerion said, his voice silky and condescending. “Your manhood and muscles are ideal for the games I have in mind for you and the other servants. But…” his smile widened dangerously, “your unwavering loyalty is what satisfies me most.”

The servant, whose muscles tensed with each word from his master, remained attentive to his master’s words.

“I am at your service, my lord,” he said in a deep, but emotionless voice.

Delerion walked in circles around him, like a predator stalking its prey.

“I will soon need you to carry out a task that your companions are doing very well,” the sorcerer whispered. “You are to help me recruit attractive, manly men. Friends, family, whatever, but bring them to me.”

The servant did not blink. He did not question. He simply waited for the next instructions, like an automaton waiting to be activated.

“I will do as you command, master,” he replied.

Delerion smiled, satisfied with the absolute submission of his new acquisition.

“Perfect,” he said as he raised his staff and placed it in front of his servant’s chest. “Now, remember well, if anyone stands in your way, you will not hesitate. Nothing can be an obstacle.” For you, my dear servant, are the extension of my will.

The green light of the staff glowed brighter, as if reaffirming the magical connection between master and slave. Delerion knew that with his army of servants under his control, his dominion would be absolute. And this man, with his strength and blind obedience, was but a piece on his vast chessboard of power.

The sorcerer let out a soft, dark laugh as he retreated to his throne, leaving the servant to await his next command. In this palace shrouded in shadows and magic, everything seemed to conspire to extend Delerion's control over men.

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Party guest hypnotized by King Delerion

After having used his hypnotic powers on Gabriel, Delerion asked his new slave to introduce him to male friends he might like. Gabriel took advantage of the fact that, before being hypnotized, he had received an invitation from a friend to go to a party at her luxurious villa and told his master that a very handsome friend of his would be attending. Delerion allowed Gabriel to go to the party, as he would accompany him in the shadows and without anyone noticing.

Gabriel was right, his friend was very handsome and his glasses gave him an intellectual edge that the sorcerer found exciting, so he took advantage of a moment when the guy went out to relax in the garden to apply on him the same hypnosis ritual that had worked so well on Gabriel. This time the green light led his hypnotized victim out of the house. In an alley, the phallic sculpture that would seal the ritual was summoned, which was obviously touched by the hypnotized guy, so the spell worked and Delerion appeared in front of him.

"From now on you are under my command. You will be my slave and you will obey all my orders." dictated the sorcerer.

"Yes, master. I am at your command." answered Gabriel's friend.

"Go back to the party and act as if nothing had happened so as not to raise suspicions. We will see each other again in a while." ordered Delerion.

"Yes, master."

After that answer, the hypnotized guy returned to the party. There was Gabriel, acting like a normal person and without it being noticeable at all that he was being mentally controlled. At one point during the party, Delerion communicated telepathically with him to inform him that the plan had been a complete success and that his next order was to lie to the guests so that he and his friend would leave the party without anything strange or suspicious appearing.

A little while later, Delerion's two slaves left the house and crossed a secret portal opened by the sorcerer to return to him.

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Kaa and the reporter

In the cluttered office, with case papers strewn across the desk, the journalist leaned over his computer, typing furiously. The story of the “hypnotic snake” had obsessed him for weeks. He had tracked multiple cases of men who would disappear for a time and then reappear in a trance-like state, unable to remember what had happened to them. However, the details were always vague, almost as if they were being wiped from their minds.

“It can’t be real…” he muttered to himself, frowning as he went through the notes again. “A snake that controls people’s minds? This has to be an urban myth, some kind of scam…”

Unbeknownst to him, the very snake he had been investigating was watching him from the shadows. Kaa had slipped into the office, moving between the dark corners. The journalist was so engrossed in his work that he didn’t notice the creature’s presence until it was too late.

Suddenly, a hissing voice filled the room.

“Sssurprised… little…?”

The reporter shot up, quickly spinning in his chair to find himself face to face with the snake he had been investigating. His eyes widened.

“You…! You’re real!” he exclaimed, instinctively backing away, his heart racing.

Kaa smiled mischievously, his body slowly beginning to encircle the reporter from his feet, up his legs without him noticing at first.

“I’ve heard so many thingssss about you… so much obsession with my little game…” Kaa hissed, moving ever closer. “But it seems it’s your turn now… to play with me.”

The reporter tried to move away, but Kaa’s body already had him trapped. The snake’s cold scales began to gently squeeze, squeezing his thighs, up his torso, until he could no longer move.

“No… Wait!” This can't be happening... —he said, trying to free himself without success. Kaa smiled as his eyes began to glow with the characteristic spirals of colors.

"Ssshhh... Just watch... little reporter... and let me take control..."

The journalist's eyes met Kaa's spirals, and his resistance began to crumble. His body, increasingly immobile under the coils of the snake, no longer responded. His breathing became slower and shallower, while his mind began to lose itself in the hypnotic colors that danced before his eyes.

"You're... mine now..." Kaa hissed softly, as his tail tightened firmly around the journalist's muscular torso, trapping him completely.

The man, completely at the mercy of the snake, let his shoulders slump, his empty, bright eyes reflecting the hypnotic spirals. Unable to resist, Kaa enveloped him completely, squeezing his body tighter, enjoying his absolute control.

“We have plenty of time left... to play...” Kaa concluded, as his prey, hypnotized and completely submissive, fell under his power.

Flynn Rider hypnotized by Jafar

The lights of Corona Palace shone serenely, reflecting off the calm waters of the river that surrounded it. Eugene Fitzherbert, now known by his real name, was enjoying the tranquility that fate had bestowed upon him after his life as Flynn Rider. Sitting on one of the palace balconies, he watched the horizon with a smile. It was not common for a former thief to become the king's right-hand man, but he had managed to do so.

However, that night the tranquility vanished when a dark presence materialized in the throne room. Jafar, the feared vizier of Agrabah, had arrived in Corona, his gaze fixed on his target: an ancient artifact, jealously guarded in the palace. An object capable of amplifying his already fearsome hypnotic powers.

Eugene, having heard of Jafar from his good friend Aladdin, was not surprised when the vizier unexpectedly appeared beside him on the balcony. He turned slowly, with his usual charming smile.

“Well, well… it’s the famous Jafar. What brings a guy like you here?” Eugene asked, still keeping his joking tone.

Jafar narrowed his eyes, ignoring the comment with an air of superiority. His voice, as sharp as a dagger, sounded calm, but deep within his words there was a latent threat.

“I have come in search of something that only you can obtain for me, Eugene Fitzherbert. An artifact hidden in the halls of this palace, something that could benefit us… both,” Jafar said, emphasizing the last part with a false smile.

Eugene chuckled, crossing his arms.

“If you’re looking for me to steal something from you, Jafar, you’re late. I left that life behind, and I don’t think the King or Rapunzel would appreciate me helping villains with turbans and magic staffs.”

Jafar smiled coldly, knowing that Eugene wouldn’t be so easy to convince.

“Ah, but we all have a past, don’t we?” Jafar said in a seductive tone. “Do you think your loyalty to the king and princess is unwavering? Or is there a part of you that misses the excitement, the adventure of old times?”

Eugene stood firm, but the vizier could already sense the slight uneasiness in his posture.

“Thank you for the offer, but I’ll pass. You know, I have a pretty good life here, loyal friends… I don’t need anything you offer.”

Jafar clicked his tongue with a fake sigh of resignation.

“Too bad. But, since you refuse, I’m afraid I’ll have to resort to more… persuasive methods.”

Before Eugene could react, Jafar’s scepter rose in front of him, and his eyes were caught in the golden glow of the carved snake. Eugene’s smile disappeared, and his lips parted, as if his will was fading before the vizier’s power.

“No…” Eugene whispered, but the fight died from his words.

Jafar, now triumphant, stepped closer.

“Silence, dear Eugene. It doesn’t matter what you wish for anymore. You are now at my command.”

Eugene’s eyes, which had previously shone with life and charisma, began to reflect the same hypnotic glint of the scepter. His body relaxed, and his mind was trapped under Jafar’s will.

“I am at your command…” Eugene said, his voice now empty of resistance.

Jafar smiled, pleased, and with a subtle movement, he withdrew the scepter. Eugene, now under his control, was ready to fulfill his mission.

“You will steal that artifact from me, Eugene, and then you will come with me to Agrabah. I need you in my harem of loyal servants. You have… useful qualities.”

“Yes, master…”

Eugene obeyed and that night, with his thieving skills, he stole the magical artifact for the vizier. He was no longer the prince of Corona, but a mere pawn under Jafar's command. Later, with the artifact in his hands and unseen, the vizier disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke, taking with him the once free man, leaving Corona without its hero.