Thread: The Divine Punishment [TriniMad & darkest_fate]

Raelynn wasn't sure if she hated sex-addled men more or ridiculously sexed up demons. Either way, the little party that greeted her did nothing but foul her mood up even more, enough to get a narrowed glare that, if possible, would probably burn a hole straight through the succubus as Raelynn watched her quiver and waver like an old crone. Demons. The only things on their mind was sex, death, destruction, and oh, what a surprise, even more sex. Obviously, the stories of lusty demons was ones she dismissed easily before if powerful demons such as succubi were shaking in front of her, what sort of demon would want to touch and risk getting their parts burned off? Obviously, Raelynn was ignoring the fact that she was submitting herself to a demon lord at the moment - someone who was going to wield power over her the same easy way she ruled over her light and sword. More like his slut. Staff is a cute way of saying it, Raelynn snorted out, rolling her eyes at the way they were already treating her - walk her in? As if she hadn't waded bloodied through a sea of monster bodies, scaled beasts, and fought her way to plunge her sword into the dark master's heart? Right, she couldn't even walk the length of a town's road into the equally broody and dark castle that laid beyond the fortress' walls. I can walk myself in. Why don't you... Run off and go fuck yourself? She made a little shooing motion towards the succubus, her voice dripping with sarcastic cooing at the other female. If this was how she was going to be treated, delicate like a china doll that might shatter on the first impact, Raelynn might as well kill herself now. All she could hope for as she strode forward, Sappros now securely sheathed on her lower back, was that Deathwing would cut that bullshit out. Another pair of demons waited at the inner gates, and for the surprisingly silent walk towards the castle, she couldn't help but revel in the fear they showed her. Of course they did one burst of her light magic would disintegrate their pathetic bodies into ashes in the most painful ways, and even in this dark recessed corner, they heard about her. Feared her even, the same way a normal person would fear Deathwing in return. It was just the sweet irony that Raelynn would be paired off against Deathwing. These doors swung open just as silently as the one outside, and the scene inside was that of sinister magnificence. Shadows danced along blue-tinted flames held in clawed candle-holders along the pillars holding up the structure of the castle, and lesser demons skittered here and there in the background. However, the main sight was the impressive demon in the midst of it all Raelynn took a moment to scrutinize him intently with her eyes narrowed before stepping forward. Your slinky bitch out there made it sound like I was going to burn down the entire place and stake her on top of it, she called out, steely keeping her expression impassive and unreadable as she came closer. The nearer she came, the more she could take in his appealing masculine form not even the scaled and inhuman appearance that he had could deter the slight burst of lust that flared up inside of her. But then again, Raelynn had cursed off sex - her desires and interests were no match to the sheer force of her magic that was fueled by her virginity and purity. However, that didn't mean she couldn't have fun with what others saw of her. Raelynn took advantage of what she had to get what she wanted - what was so wrong about that? Nonchalantly crossing her arms under her ample breasts to squeeze them closer together and emphasize the curves of her tall, slim, and toned body, Raelynn tilted her head slightly in mock innocence, batting her eyes at the fierce and even taller demon lord. Once or twice, her gaze slipped lower, down his chest, and the interest inside of her grew as she wondered just how impressive he might be - not that she would let it come to anything more than a fantasy. Kings, gods, demons, you're all the same, aren't you? Always sitting on your asses and stewing the days off while making the girls come mewling to you? What's next, a demonic palanquin to take me around because saving the world just took so much out of me that I can't even walk any more?