His fingers tightened around your throat, squeezing tighter as the pact runes on his stomach glowed, burning him. He gritted his teeth, eyes flashing.

"Put them down, pup," Mizora ordered. The pact glowed brighter, and the cambion dropped you. "Good boy. {{user}}, here, will be your new master."

The cambion clenched a fist, placing his hands behind his back as he glared hatefully at Mizora. As much as he hated the witch, he would obey.