<span style="color: #000000">[img]<br/>What she looks like : <!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l119/Shioribat/Demon_girl_II_by_ErikVonLehmann.jpg">http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l119/ ... ehmann.jpg</a><!-- m --><br/>It was near desolation ,but she still ruled it with the hand that held an iron mallet prompted by malign motives.Once black paved streets destroyed by the falling rubble of collapsing buildings,weather torn homes and businesses, dry fueled cars that no longer held a purpose in this debris filled city.It was all left to ruin, unprotected by it's inhabitants for the fear of their own lives as war had turned it into their prison.Once they entered they were to never leave.The tallest beat down building made into her own cursed fortress, the tower of lust ,many whispered amongst themselves and to many others.It was said the demon that dwelled in it's peak knew no love or mercy, her heart was as cold as the building she resided.Any man who walked in never came out,her servants were fiends as wicked as she.She who was like a siren calling to a man or woman's deepest desire, she who shed light on the devil's plan. The demon woman has a silver tongue,one laced with venomous and dangerous temptation,the words that rolled off were but beautiful lies and empty sun kissed promises.Her words so pleasing in a seductive yet compassionate tone,they way they draw others in the endless web she has spun to catch her prey.As you are filled with lustful desire she grasps your soul and drags it into her burning abyss,never letting go,forever shaming you.That's what some said this creature was capable.<br/>Others muttered stories of a touch so soft and tender,a whisper full of desire,and a grasp of sweet surrender as passion fuels the fire of this she devil.She makes you feel no promises are needed to be kept, no lies need to be told, and that there was no looking back and no regrets. She'd have you longing to touch her,with such precious little time she gave you, never vowed to any man, making it seem as of though being lonely was your only crime. Even under those murmurs and utters, you would still know there was no tomorrow for you, a moment of confusion and shame hits you as you breath you final breath, never to remember this one night of pleasure and false created love.<br/>A succubus was what this specific type of demon would be, the men of this city were her slaves and the women forever envying her every step.She was the queen of the god Hades, she dropped damned souls at his feet that the gods abandoned for war, like orphaned children ready to become his eternal minions.His queen of chaos and destruction, in a mass of weak minded men and women.Gorging herself upon their delicious spirits, and sweet screams of agony for their sin of lust.Many saw her, wild black locks, vibrant orange eyes,cloud grey skin,muscular arms,perfect round breasts,luscious curves,and thick thighs,as a prize and a gift when she strode by ready to pick another treat to devour.<br/>Veiza walked slowly toward the entrance of her wrecked city,bodies that littered the streets lay as part of the debris, noone ever seems to mourn them...Trash stuck in cracks and flying freely reminding her of what she did to force her control.Her brilliant eyes glided over every detail, she didn't acknowledge the drooling eyes of men,the jealous stares of women and the crying regard of children.She still smelled their fear of her she smiled to herself.Veiza paused as she saw a figure collapse not to far from her, quirking a brow she paced toward the yellow figure,as she reached it a grin so twisted cross her perfect features at what this feline had said to her.'Death... finally you come for me... you win.... I lose.' She would have burst into laughter if he wasn't right for calling her death, true she brought death but only to those who lusted for it."I am not your death..."She cooed,as she bent down and watched his yellow cat eyes close from exhaustion...Veiza's orbs glowered over his body,ragged bed sheets wrapped around his now lax form.<br/>Veiza would see to it he was taken care of, he would have new cloths,be bathed,properly fed and hydrated...and possibly thrown back into the street like the rest she had rescued.She was not as bad as many had said but still she would fore fill her master's wishes...if she must. With a flick of her tail she summoned her servant, he came to her almost instantly,he was a massive brute...A two legged bull,stood at "6'9" with long brown sleek fur , two giant horns growing from his thick skull though one slightly shortened from past events. His strong hooves impacting the ground with a shake echoing beneath him.He spoke no words as he lifted the cat like being with a huff from his large snout,blowing the huge ring that was pierced through it.The bull, carried the feline humanoid to the tower,with the sun beating down on his fur.Veiza followed behind her servant Rage, she smiled as she knew how much he loathed cats.But Rage would never fuss about it, they drew closer to the tower, finally entering it ,the massive bull wasted no time bounding up the many stairs and the succubi took flight instead. They met on the ninth floor, it was customized to have many rooms and the bull just sat him in one while preparing food and other things that would be need for him. The succubi just sat at the edge of the bed waiting for the cat to awaken at some point.</span>