Thread: The Divine Punishment [TriniMad & darkest_fate]

Raelynn, spellsword of light and fury. Azondious stared into the magic viewer that showed him the admittedly beautiful woman. He'd encountered her before, though he couldn't say whether she'd remember it. Likely Deathwing had simply been another one of the generals that Raelynn and her vaunted party of adventures had put down as they fought for all things good and right. The demon, however, remembered her quite vividly. He'd found her appealing even then, with her rounded body and fetching garb. It had almost distracted him, though in reality it had been simply a matter of numbers and poor planning on his part that had led to his defeat. Like so many of his fellows, Azondious and quite simply not expected the humans to mount such a glorious assault. Unlike so many, however, Azondious had been intelligent. He'd done his duty fought the heroes, distracted them enough so that his master could begin the first phases of his plan. But Azondious could practically sense the shifting of the tide. He'd wisely pulled himself from the fray, taking his most trusted followers and carving out his own portion of the hellscape. When his master had fallen, it had been a blow even to his significant powers. But when the rubble had cleared, at least one demonic castle had remained standing, its owner quite proud of his accomplishments. Then had come the oracles. The balance had shifted. The neutral oracles had proclaimed that the balance required a sacrifice. One of these champions of light must, at their own volition, venture forth into demon lands and surrender themself unto a demon's control, preferably the most powerful remaining demon lord. Enter Deathwing possessor of the strongest army. He'd been content to simply build his power, to wait for the inevitable flow to surge back toward darkness. in fact, even the oracles hadn't initially swayed him. What cared he for possessing another pawn? They'd likely send that self-sacrificing knight, Arthur, and men didn't generally intrigue the demon as much. Azondious did like to slake his lust on his captives, as was well known, and he would take a man should one be offered, particularly a fetching one. But deal with the prattling of justice and light? It just wouldn't be worth it. The sacrifice shall bear the next generation of darkness . That had been what the oracle had said next. Azondious, never one to fully believe prophecy, sincerely believed that the oracles had added this solely to convince him to agree. he'd not only slake his lust, but breed , use on of the females of this little band of heroes to create his heir apparent. What demon would say no to that? Particularly one such as Azondious, who so loved his lower sword that he'd once jokingly named it Temporary Death it sounded better in demonic. Plus, there were only a handful of female heroines, each one more beautiful than the last. But Raelynne, spellsword of light? How on earth did they convince that bitch to surrender herself? Azondious wondered as he watched the obviously disgruntled young woman approach. His member twitched within his scaled form, threatening to spring forth despite his will. His impressive form rippled, the muscles straining for a moment, his lust roaring up within. The demon allowed a bit of it to surge forth, to light his eyes, changing them from blue to red, then he forced it down, settling. He could already picture Raelynne's fine form bouncing upon his member, sweat glistening from her impressive chest while he stroked her fine curves. the image had been conjured in his mind after their first encounter. Adorable how she sent a little crackling ball of energy. The demon lord chuckled, shaking his head. Only this fool would think that there would be a fight. He was almost tempted to give it to her make her fully aware of just how hopeless her situation was. Instead he gestured, using his magic to pull his servants toward the girl. A pair of unwilling lesser demons worked at the gate, opening it, while a slinky succubus walked forward, looking almost like each limb had been forced forward. They'd all heard of Raelynn, and it wasn't like some of the other heroes where their usual tricks and lusts would work significantly. Welcome, Raelynn the spellsword, the demoness spoke, her voice wavering. Our great master Deathwing reminds you that you are his... guest, somewhere the demon lord laughed, and that he would appreciate if you did not attack his home... the female hesitated for a moment before adding Or his staff, she shifted, looking toward Raelynn, clearly not thinking that would be enough. I am to show you to his greeting chamber, where you are to present yourself to him and swear the appropriate oaths, she said, licking her lip again. Normally she'd grab the target and force them inside, assuming she didn't get to work them up first. But she definitely didn't want to get anywhere within reach of this one. Already she was hoping that Deathwing had prepared revival incantations, as she seriously believed Raelynn would kill her to make a point. And they called her a heroine.