(https://hosting.photobucket.com/images/n293/maniacwc/Might-and-Magic-web_(2).jpg)<br/><br/>Vivian, had  always been  tenacious, and  intelligent…and  a  fighter at  heart. That  was what  lead the  raven haired beauty  to  her fate.  When  during  April  1944  her aunt  and  cousins had  been  swept  up  in a Nazi raid. They  had  been  innocent,  done  nothing  wrong. Yet  their arrest  was  because  of who  SHE  was…a member  of  the resistance.  She  had  been  attending  Oxford  3  years before  and  had  volunteered  to  assist MI-6  before  December 7th  1941. Her  Father  was  an American,  her  mother  a  Frenchwoman…who  had moved to  America  and  become  a  citizen.  It  was how  she  had  been  born  in Norfolk,  Virginia.   In  the  end  the  young  Vivian  had  ended up  fighting  the  Nazi’s, and  doing  a  damn  good  job…only  to  be  on the run, and  have  her  association  with her  aunt  and  cousins used against  her. Vivian knew  the  Nazi’s  were twisted, and  evil  that  was  especially  true  when she  learned  they  had  some  occult  investigations by  some especially  twisted  SS  officers. In  the  end  Vivian had  been  captured  trying  to  free  her  family.  Somehow, she had  inadvertently  triggered a doorway…and  a  demon  had  offered her  anything  she  wanted.  Vivian had  souled  her  soul…offered  herself for  whatever  the  demon  wanted if he  would  save  her  family.   The  raven haired  woman  had  been  sucked into  hell,  transformed into  a  creature  of darkness.  Soulless, evil. She  had  been  remade  into  a  demoness. With Hooved feet,  her nails now  black  and  sharp, able  to become razor hard  talons.  She  had  gained a devils tail,  pointed  ears,  her  eyes were  now  the  purest  black except  for  the  center  which  burned with  a  hellfire  red.  She  had  an inhumanly  long  tongue,  creases  on either side  of  her lips  and  down  over  her  chin  which  let  her  open her  mouth insanely  wide. She  had horns. Those  were  the  external changes,  she  also  had  so  many  internal alterations…twisting  of her  flesh and  being. Yet  Vivian was still  in hell a  young  newborn  demoness  passed around  and  enjoying  it  most  of the time. She  was  still intelligent, tenacious,  beautiful  and  a  fighter.  Yet  in a  way  she  still held  onto  what she had  been  the  memories and  that  itch to  know  what  had  happened to  her  aunt  and  cousins  even if…they  were  technically  no  longer  her  kin.   Vivian had  found  herself  wearing  just  leather  vest  that  exposed her large  perky  tan  breasts  and  helped push them  up  to  view. She  suddenly  felt  as  if something  was  ripping  her  apart.  She  gasped her red eyes wide as  she stood  above  a  pit of burning  fire  where  some  of  the damned  rived  for all  eternity  when  she hissed out  baring  sharp  ivory  fangs and  dropped down  to  her  knees  quivering  as  her  face  revealed  the shock…what  was going  on?  She  cried  out  again…and  everything  started to  go  red  fire  licked around her…engulfing  her, not  hurting  her and  suddenly  all  was black…<br/><br/>Vivian barely managed to keep herself from just being dumped out on the floor of the seance instead she ended up in the shadow of a witch. Vivian began to rouse...when suddenly she was thrown into someone elses shadow..good news it kept her out of hell. It anchored her here to earth. Yet she was barely concious, and she didn't know how long she could stay in the shadow as opposed to manifesting in the world. It wouldn't be to long until her exaustion ment she had to slide out of the shadow. Yet for now she tried to collect her senses. The young demoness sensed the essence of the person...the female. It was sweet..it was good yet...she also sensed a darkness there, and dark potential. Something that whispered to Vivian, but for now she tried to just listen and watch as she was carried around in the human's shadow. For now she waited and listened. First, she realized that hunters still existed and what the other demons had told her was true...but also...that she was back in the world again but in the future. She quickly realized it was at least 70 years since she had sold her soul to save her family and been pulled into hell and remade as a demoness. The world felt so new...and some part of her was awed...being out of hell...feeling the world again but this time as a demoness. She took the time to watch the human, she was a beautiful redhead, strong...and it reminded Vivian of herself but also...she felt drawn to that will power, determination and bravery.