Thread: Summoning the Wrong One (Sierra & Bear)

Of all the magics that ruled the underworld, there was nothing quite like the power that ruled both sides of the living - sex . In life, she had been a young girl blessed with the curves of a woman made to bear children. Her breasts budded when she'd been hardly fifteen and her hips had become wide and curvy by the time she'd hit puberty properly. She had been a beautiful thing, but her blessing had also been a curse that had left her the victim of a trade that had existed nearly from the beginning of time. Where there were beautiful women, there would always be men that craved sex, needed it more like beasts than like anything human. Sex had been her trade from the moment that she'd blossomed fully into her womanhood, the bloods betraying her for what she was. Her father had been a good man but he had been poor enough that he was willing to offer up the only good that had been marketable. Unfortunately for his daughter, it had been her body. Sex sold better than the meager crops and had lead towards her downfall because even if sex was the best thing they had to offer, men always wanted more. Her life ended when she was young, a girl that was hardly nineteen and was in her prime, her last moments with the hands of a man around her throat as he pumped his cock into her the last few pitiful times. Her life had lead her to really only one final destination she could ever get to, a Hell that had been personalized just for her. An endless succession of men that tortured her in ways that she couldn't deal with. Most people took well over a century before they broke but she had been someone that had been weak to begin with. Her human life had left her a fractured soul that was subject to being made into something new. All of the cracks and holes in her heart had been filled and for the first time in her life and death.... She'd been whole. The broken pieces of her mind pulled together as she was made new, her body changing and her mind altered as she was reborn from a simple human to... Lilith. They chanted her name for her as she'd risen from the blood of the damned a new creature, her skin covered in scales and face elongated so that she looked like a hybrid between a snake and human. Even with her scaled wings and horns she was a beautiful creature, her face soft and her body supple. The underworld took her in as one of its own and had made her into something better than she could have made herself. Living, she had been an empty shell. Dead, Lilith was a much more interesting thing. They taught her magicks and spells, imbued her with powers she had only imagined of as a human girl. It had all swollen her head up and made her more confident in herself, putting a hunger in her that was unlike anything else. The hunger was what drove her and made her eager for her powers to grow, moving in the ranks quicker than the other demons that won their power on their backs or on their knees. It was hunger that lead her to the spot where the worlds were at their thinnest, sitting beneath where she knew she was closest to the topside. Her eyes closed as she tilted her head back and there was a moment of peace. The moment of peace ended as she felt something in her like a hook, tugging her so hard that her back arched and her breath was taken from her. A low groan came from her lips as she felt the hook release, everything coming to a screeching halt as she stood in the center of a room. The candles around her flickered before faltering and blowing out, her eyes opening to see a place that was humble in its appearance. Her breath left her body in a whoosh as she sighed, her body heavy as she lifted her head to look over everything. There was no one save for a man, dressed in clothing that was foreign to her. Her eyes moved over him slowly, realizing only then that she was robbed of her wings, the usual backdrop of her vision. Her eyes searched his face slow as a smirk found her face, You... Explain yourself .