Thread: Do you know, what you are truly Hunting for? [Darjeeling x TinyThings]

RE Do you know, what your truly Hunting for? Darjeeling x TinyThings The Maiden of Lust. The Mistress of Pain. Consort of Azmodan. Cydaea. The name whispered was a name many would not forget so easily, and it was this fact that the freshly blooded Aspect of Lust frowned at. Having been a part of her 'mother's' brood for centuries, her defeat had come as a shock at first, but it had quickly become apparent that without a firm hand, her sisters would fall apart. She did not look much different from the rest of her brethren save for a few minor adjustments made to her appearance after she had been enlisted as their new Savior. It was not a position she had asked, or even craved for but she most certainly believed that she could do better than her former mistress as the Maiden of Lust . With Azmodan's destruction however, it was rather difficult to completely take up the Spider's mantle but Malvera would simply make do. Either way, she had no intention of being consort to any Demon, Aspect or otherwise. The Succubus retained the large bat-like wings, claws arched and menacing at the very tip with leathery membrane in between the limbs to allow flight but she was at least a head or two taller than her brethren. Her fingers themselves were tipped with equally wicked talons, her hands drenched in a dark crimson that looked a little like blood. Whilst her chest remained as bare as the rest of her, there was some degree of modesty to the fabric covering her lower region, though the back left much to be desired. It allowed her ridged tail to swing freely and with precision. In addition, her hair had been freed from the horn-like extensions her sisters usually wore, her inky-black hair tumbling down in a raven waterfall to her hips, her ears tapered below a pair of horns that resembled that of a ram. In truth, she looked much closer to be a smaller, more voluptuous version of Diablo himself than Cydaea but that did not bother the tall Succubus one bit. Malvera rested at the center of the large maze, preferring her heroes to find her themselves rather than taunt them as Cydaea had done. It was foolish to order her follows to attack intruders one at a time and had it been up to her, the Succubus would have made sure the flow of demons did not stop. A soft sigh issued between her ruby-red lips, a stark contrast to her otherwise pale body. Her forked tongue flickered out to run against the lower one in thought. Her minions had reported the appearance of yet another Nephalem, wielding twin crossbows and picking off her demons one by one. There was nothing left to defend here save for her Succubi sisters but it appeared that Justice was never finished until they had demolished everything in its path. Tombs crushed, pots and vases destroyed and the blood of demons everywhere the walls, the floor, the ceiling and the bodies only continued to pile up constantly. She could smell the blood and the scent of the Demon Hunter who thought herself so clever . A vile hiss rose up through her pale lavender body as she stretched out from her throne like a cat sharpening its claws against a tree. It was not as if the Succubus was completely obvious to what was happening. Though humans rarely liked to associate themselves with demons, especially not after the wondrous mess the Nephalem had made of things, there were few that still found themselves enticed by the promises of ultimate power and infinite pleasure. These humans would go so far as to round together like-minded individuals and carry out actions and perform duties for these demons they worshiped. Malvera was not one of them, with the Succubus preferring to remain hidden deep within the tombs yet her name still reached like coiled whispers to the world above. Sanctury truly was a most fascinating place and it was only through this thought that she stayed, despite wanting more than to be done with Humans, Nephalem and Angels alike. Yet she could feel the Hunter's presence beyond her very walls. While it was not the most heavily defended 'castle', no mere human would be able to penetrate the maze. This reason exactly was why Malvera was unsurprised that the Demon Hunter had managed to find her way down without getting lost or eaten. She sat back on her throne made of bone and steel, her heavy tail curled up and draped against the armrest as she awaited the Nephalem's arrival. The entrance was explosive, literally, and the Succubus found herself grinning. Rather than wishing to be alone, she was still a Succubus through and through, straight to the blackened lump of a heart. The aura she exuded could only be described as strongly sexual, the way she sat unsurprisingly erotic, her tail flickering back and forth as she watched the Demon Hunter emerged from the smoke seeping away into the underground vents, her mind connected as one to her Succubi sisters. One by one, her minions crawled towards her to which she answered with ease an arrow for each, her style erratic yet strangely familiar. Malvera's crimson eyes narrowed, with her scleroses painted black, it served as a rather terrifying gaze to behold. Every click of her foe's heel served to heighten her anticipation, her wings quivering behind her as Malvera, unable to sit still, sprang up as the Hunter entered her domain at last. The smell of demon blood was strong on her, as was the perfume scents of death and decay. A sly grin settled on her face, and without even a proper introduction, she kissed her palm and blew a speeding Blood Star at her new guest, the spiked orb burning a dangerous hue of orange and fire as it rolled rapidly towards the Demon Hunter.