Thread: Sating the Lust Demon (Deviant Desires & Candy_demon21

I never believed, in my lifetime that I would be forced to endure the pains of the Anointed One, nor did I believe that the chosen savior of the world was to be me. I had dreamed of being married, having children, growing old with the man I loved but never that I would be chosen to suffer nightmares and pains only the Mourning Star could conjure into this world. For two days I have asked myself this question many times and each time I have come to the same conclusion God is punishing me for sins I committed in a past life, what those might be,I can not say for certain but I can guess that I had committed great sins of lust. God, please forgive me, I beg you Father Marcus came to me and said that I should prepare for my end, should prepare both my body and my mind for the savage pains the Demon of Lust is to inflict upon me. Yet even as I am bathed by the women of the church in holy water infused with the scent of Black Magic roses, I find myself trembling, terrified that I can not keep my faith and endure my pain. Every girl knows of the pains that she will have to suffer if she is chosen by fate, thankfully many do not have to suffer through this but every decade, another young woman is chosen to sate the Lord of Lusts insatiable appetite for flesh. This decade it is I who has been chosen... Yet I dare to ask again why me? What make my flesh mortal body so desired by the demon from the Third ring of Inferno? What?! I have placed my faith in God ever since my mothers passing, have known that he will help me through all things but this.this I fear I will not be able to endure. God I beg for strength, but do you even listen to the one you have forsaken to the child of the Dark Prince? Is it foolish of me to say that I knew that I was destined for this? Am I vain for imagining such things? I always knew that I was destined for something great but THIS! I never wanted this, I never wanted to be chosen. Yet the Seer has no doubts that I am she, the Anointed One. What makes me special? And why must I be thrown to the wolves and be devoured body and soul? Father Markus instructed that I should leave a shred of my humanity behind, so, I decided upon a hand written missive to leave behind, so you who reads it, you the next Anointed One shall know that I fear as you do now. But I knew this was coming, knew the evening that the Father came to speak with me privately I knew my fate was grim. How did I know this? I have had dreams, dreams of whispering voices within my ear, so loud that I believe that the whispers are my own thoughts. Within my dreams I can see fallen angels at my feet, smiling up at me as ebony tar drips from their mouths and their eyes, their hands reaching out to touch my naked flesh. I dare not look into the eyes of the fallen for I fear that their gaze will ensnare my soul but yet when I look up and away, Death stands shrouded in a billowing cloak that appears to be made from the smoke of a thousand damned souls burning for eternity. He ushers me back against a cold stone slab littered in rose petals and whispers to me loudly, Give in Upon your end you shall begin again, forsake all you know for all have forsaken you. Cant you hear them screaming your name? No one knows of these hellish night terrors, and for the past two days I have woken blinded by my own tears. Im afraid to close my eyes because God knows what lies behind them and I wonder even now if I can will the pain away. The quivering hand of Celestria pulls away from the yellowing paper, fear coiling in her belly like a venomous serpent, forcing the bitter taste of bile to rise into her throat nearly choking as her tears have the past two days. The shapely young woman, with her long ebony hair hanging loosely around the small of her back, those long raven tresses adorned with radiant glass beads that reflected brilliant rainbows within the dimly lit room which contained a simple bed with untouched sheets and a small writing desk and chair. The only window within the simple stone room was no bigger than a hardcover book, what was beyond the window was what had the young woman draped in nothing more than a white robe that covered her nudity, frightened. While the Brethren may have been entirely about ceremony and ensuring the the ritual went off without a hitch, the nuns of the church knew that it was foolish to dress the Anointed One in anything costly or beautiful as the demon was more interested in slating his own lust so the women would bathe their savior in holy rose water, imbue her skin with fragrant oils that would entice the demon to taste her flesh and of course add rouge to her cheeks and black liner to her eyes. The last thing that the nuns did was to write symbols and ancient words from scripts that had long since been forgotten. The demon would know the language and would know that the script was meant to entice him and use the Innocent Ones body however he wished. Celestria hadnt stayed seated long, unable to hold still, her body quaking in fear and her skin beginning to glisten with a sheen of sweat she was frightened. She had begun to pace, had drawn in her bottom to anxiously gnaw at her silky lower lip as she looked towards the heavens, already they were painted brilliant hues of orange, reds and pinks. Dusk was approaching and fast. As she stared at the sky, she had stopped her pacing to wonder silently what the Demon of Lust looked like, how he would appear to her and what he would do to her. You know well what he will do to you, dont you? The disembodied voice had made the ebony haired young woman nearly jump out of her flesh as she had been completely absorbed by her silent wondering, I need no reminder, she hissed, turning her tempest blue gaze away from the young woman standing clad in a shapeless black nun outfit, I am to escort you to the ritual chamber, the ritual is about to begin. Had the room grown colder or had death just brushed his icy fingers down her spine, reminding Celestria that she was to be offered up like a lamb to the slaughter. Without another word, the young woman draped in the clean ivory robe turned from the window, hoping that this would not the last time that she would ever see the beauty of a sunset. The dirge to the ritual chamber had been a silent one what could one possibly discussed when one marched to their imminent death? Nothing. Celestria said nothing and instead opted for reaching up with a trembling hand to rub the silver coin between her thumb and her index finger. It was all the remained of her former life, all else had been stripped away from her and discarded. The only fragment of me that shall remain pure, she thought bitterly as she was lead into a secret chamber below the grand cathedral with its high steeples and beautiful stained glass windows, depicting holy wars waged by angels and demons. Funny to think that the battles that those windows depicted were nothing more than lies to ease the wary human mind. Filthy, disgusting liars! Celestria had stepped through the large double doors just as Magnus instructed for the Seer to show the savior of the world to those gathered to witness her fall and the rise of the Lust Demon. Celestria looked up from where her gaze had fallen, the brilliant sun illuminating her features for all those in attendance to drink in. Instead of waiting for a formal introduction or even a jeering, Celestria stepped forward, the light of day disappearing the moment that the hefty wooden doors were closed with an agonized groan from the over encumbered metal hinges. She locked her gaze with Magnus and then the Seer, her vision stung and blurred by the threat of fresh tears. Be brave, god is with you this silent edict was meant to be a comfort but yet the words no longer held the same appeal that they once did, not now that she felt as if God had forsaken her to the denizens of hell.