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Shaar couldn't move, her head was too heavy. She could barely force her eyes open, it was such an effort. Shaar was so sleepy, she just wanted to… No! She opens her eyes wider, looking around her, forcing slow weak muscles to move. She was below ground… and deep. The stone walls seemed to weep from the water running down them. She tries to lift her arms, but there was extra weight. A new noise reached her ears, the sound of a key, then a door. Soft footsteps lead to her side before she realized that there was another living person in the room with her.
"Ah, my pet stirs. Hello my beauty." That voice… Shaar tried to scream but could not, her throat wouldn't work. She threw her head back in a soundless wail as a hand began to drift over her naked flesh. "I promise, it's almost over. Soon you shall be my newest rebirth, and that sweet little core inside of you will belong to me." The hand leaves her slick flesh and a blindfold covers Shaar's face.
Was it minutes, hours, days later? Shaar's blindfold was off, and her arms and legs were spread and chained now. A small warm sensation was off to Shaar's left hand… and she started to sweat, her pale skin slicking with dampness from the sudden wash of heat in the room. A scent tickled her nose, something sweet but intoxicating, almost relaxing. "My pet… it is time. Come, we have work to do, you and I." Shaar craned her neck, but something held her head in place, keeping her from looking around.
As she waited fear seemed to pour from every inch of her body, making her shake within her restraints. A new sound reached her ears, metal ringing against leather. Shaar began to frantically attempt to free herself, the clink of the chains sounding overly loud in her ears. A low chant in some foul language seemed to sear across her skin.. or maybe that was the thick wax crawling across her breasts. Again the chanting and, in her field of vision a face flashed. Shaar went to scream again, and once again her voice is no where to be found. The face smiles, turning its angles into something close to a skull like visage.
"Ah my beauty… you shall make me proud yes? Oh, but why you my dear? Why would I choose you?" The face leaned closer, the smell of unhealthy, rotting flesh washing over Shaar, making her gag as she tried to turn away from the grinning skull. "You see, every innocent has a little… seed, a core if you will. And yours shines so brightly, even I could see it." Shaar couldn't believe it, she was being held by a mad man. Cores? What was he speaking about. "You see, Demons love to feed on those cores… but I have to take it out first."
A large knife suddenly came into her vision, and without warning, the man plunged it down impaling Shaar to the table. Shaar screamed, but the muscles in her throat had been snipped, so no noise escaped. Tears sprang to her eyes as she writhed under the blade, the pain making her wiggle and move, which made the blade cut deeper between her breasts and the thick ridges of wax that still clung to her skin. The man, however, just grinned at her and pulled the blade out, then slid his hand in.
Shaar couldn't believe it. In the mans hands was not her heart… it was a small pulsing white-gold orb, glowing softly. The man's face turned into a snarl as he brought up a bluish black seed and forced the two together. He then turned and set the orb, now pulsing a purple color back on Shaar's chest. Another lancing pain gripped Shaar, and her eyes rolled and nearly shut until the man's hand slapped her across her face. "No my pet, you shall stay awake for this. You see, you are going to be my new pet. My little Succubus." His chilling laugh sent a sharp prickle of fear as a fresh wave of agony spiked from Shaar's chest.
Thick bands of purple ooze were crawling across Shaar's frame, seeming to form a pattern. A new feeling struck Shaar then, a hunger for…something she couldn't understand. Anger, fear, rage flashed in her mind before sudden new sense intruded upon her. Her back hurt, and her hands and feet seemed to be growing, she could hear the joints almost popping as they grew. Two sharp points of pain erupted on her head, and, with an unknown strength she tore free and dug her newly grown nails into her own flesh, the blood spilling down and blinding her until she freed the two sharp points of bone from her forehead.
Finally her voice seemed to work in time for a howl of animalistic fury to break from her throat as something seemed to tear its way out of the skin on her back. Shaar froze, her teeth seeming to push forwards from her mouth into almost needle-like protrusions. She slipped off the table, spreading her bat like wings to steady herself. Like a bird testing it's new grown feathers, Shaar flexed her wings several times, extending them out until she was sure they worked.
Her creator walked over, carefully laying a diaphanous gown of some black material in her hands. "My gift, my little one. Wear it and hunt." Shaar looked at the man, her eyes glowing with a reddish glow as she looked at the clothing before sliding it on. Her hunger seemed to drive her forward, forward and up, up into the air, into her place.
The hunger drove her forward, new scents filling her nose. Lust, she needed, and sweet fresh innocent blood. Shaar landed lightly, the wings folding about her shoulders like a jacket or a cloak. She slowly walked towards a young man, perhaps no older than twenty. He was sitting with a young woman, who, upon seeing Shaar, let out a scream and bolted. Shaar laughed, her voice ringing like a bell about the small park, freezing the boy in his tracks.
Slowly she swayed over, her wings spreading to show her creamy flesh within it's sheer black gown, giving the barest veil of mystery to her curvaceous form. "Hello my dear. I thought to pay you a visit." Shaar shook her hair over her shoulder, the long length of red-gold curls seemed to have become fuller, writhing down her back to tangle together, little ringlets slipping to frame her face. The boy blinked, frozen.
Before him stood a goddess, a queen, surely. Shaar stepped closer, and his nose flooded with new scents. He sepped to her, and she closed her wings about him, leaning down. "What is your name?" She purred to him. "I… I am Michael." Shaar laughed again, making his skin crawl with anticipation. "Well then Michael, Shall we have some fun?" The man nodded and Shaar grinned before her fingers reached up and delicately snapped the mans neck. "Was that good for you?" Her laughter rolled out a third time and she leapt upwards, her wings spreading and flapping. The man had given her a taste… and she wanted more
"Ah, my pet stirs. Hello my beauty." That voice… Shaar tried to scream but could not, her throat wouldn't work. She threw her head back in a soundless wail as a hand began to drift over her naked flesh. "I promise, it's almost over. Soon you shall be my newest rebirth, and that sweet little core inside of you will belong to me." The hand leaves her slick flesh and a blindfold covers Shaar's face.
Was it minutes, hours, days later? Shaar's blindfold was off, and her arms and legs were spread and chained now. A small warm sensation was off to Shaar's left hand… and she started to sweat, her pale skin slicking with dampness from the sudden wash of heat in the room. A scent tickled her nose, something sweet but intoxicating, almost relaxing. "My pet… it is time. Come, we have work to do, you and I." Shaar craned her neck, but something held her head in place, keeping her from looking around.
As she waited fear seemed to pour from every inch of her body, making her shake within her restraints. A new sound reached her ears, metal ringing against leather. Shaar began to frantically attempt to free herself, the clink of the chains sounding overly loud in her ears. A low chant in some foul language seemed to sear across her skin.. or maybe that was the thick wax crawling across her breasts. Again the chanting and, in her field of vision a face flashed. Shaar went to scream again, and once again her voice is no where to be found. The face smiles, turning its angles into something close to a skull like visage.
"Ah my beauty… you shall make me proud yes? Oh, but why you my dear? Why would I choose you?" The face leaned closer, the smell of unhealthy, rotting flesh washing over Shaar, making her gag as she tried to turn away from the grinning skull. "You see, every innocent has a little… seed, a core if you will. And yours shines so brightly, even I could see it." Shaar couldn't believe it, she was being held by a mad man. Cores? What was he speaking about. "You see, Demons love to feed on those cores… but I have to take it out first."
A large knife suddenly came into her vision, and without warning, the man plunged it down impaling Shaar to the table. Shaar screamed, but the muscles in her throat had been snipped, so no noise escaped. Tears sprang to her eyes as she writhed under the blade, the pain making her wiggle and move, which made the blade cut deeper between her breasts and the thick ridges of wax that still clung to her skin. The man, however, just grinned at her and pulled the blade out, then slid his hand in.
Shaar couldn't believe it. In the mans hands was not her heart… it was a small pulsing white-gold orb, glowing softly. The man's face turned into a snarl as he brought up a bluish black seed and forced the two together. He then turned and set the orb, now pulsing a purple color back on Shaar's chest. Another lancing pain gripped Shaar, and her eyes rolled and nearly shut until the man's hand slapped her across her face. "No my pet, you shall stay awake for this. You see, you are going to be my new pet. My little Succubus." His chilling laugh sent a sharp prickle of fear as a fresh wave of agony spiked from Shaar's chest.
Thick bands of purple ooze were crawling across Shaar's frame, seeming to form a pattern. A new feeling struck Shaar then, a hunger for…something she couldn't understand. Anger, fear, rage flashed in her mind before sudden new sense intruded upon her. Her back hurt, and her hands and feet seemed to be growing, she could hear the joints almost popping as they grew. Two sharp points of pain erupted on her head, and, with an unknown strength she tore free and dug her newly grown nails into her own flesh, the blood spilling down and blinding her until she freed the two sharp points of bone from her forehead.
Finally her voice seemed to work in time for a howl of animalistic fury to break from her throat as something seemed to tear its way out of the skin on her back. Shaar froze, her teeth seeming to push forwards from her mouth into almost needle-like protrusions. She slipped off the table, spreading her bat like wings to steady herself. Like a bird testing it's new grown feathers, Shaar flexed her wings several times, extending them out until she was sure they worked.
Her creator walked over, carefully laying a diaphanous gown of some black material in her hands. "My gift, my little one. Wear it and hunt." Shaar looked at the man, her eyes glowing with a reddish glow as she looked at the clothing before sliding it on. Her hunger seemed to drive her forward, forward and up, up into the air, into her place.
The hunger drove her forward, new scents filling her nose. Lust, she needed, and sweet fresh innocent blood. Shaar landed lightly, the wings folding about her shoulders like a jacket or a cloak. She slowly walked towards a young man, perhaps no older than twenty. He was sitting with a young woman, who, upon seeing Shaar, let out a scream and bolted. Shaar laughed, her voice ringing like a bell about the small park, freezing the boy in his tracks.
Slowly she swayed over, her wings spreading to show her creamy flesh within it's sheer black gown, giving the barest veil of mystery to her curvaceous form. "Hello my dear. I thought to pay you a visit." Shaar shook her hair over her shoulder, the long length of red-gold curls seemed to have become fuller, writhing down her back to tangle together, little ringlets slipping to frame her face. The boy blinked, frozen.
Before him stood a goddess, a queen, surely. Shaar stepped closer, and his nose flooded with new scents. He sepped to her, and she closed her wings about him, leaning down. "What is your name?" She purred to him. "I… I am Michael." Shaar laughed again, making his skin crawl with anticipation. "Well then Michael, Shall we have some fun?" The man nodded and Shaar grinned before her fingers reached up and delicately snapped the mans neck. "Was that good for you?" Her laughter rolled out a third time and she leapt upwards, her wings spreading and flapping. The man had given her a taste… and she wanted more
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Damn good, I prefer more details in the actual tf, but this is really cool.