<strong>Hero Points:</strong>2 (everyone);<strong>Conditions:</strong>None<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335731.msg15991053#msg15991053">Quote from: Raku on 27-09-2021, 22:01:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Yuko pulled out her phone and scrolled through a large selection of pictures. The amount took a minute to find the correct one. <br/><br/>Handing it to Hua, she would see a photo of Yuko in a very compromising position. Two African American men holding her up. All three naked as the day they were born and blissfully smiling. Yuko’s pussy and asshole were positioned for the camera to get a clear view. Jizz flowing out of both as she held up peace signs. ”Just my way of saying that I’m not exclusive to no one. Didn’t hear from him again after that.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>“You’re taking a gamble doing that,” Hua replied. “For all you know he could’ve been into that kind of stuff. But you always had a better eye for men than me, so…”<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">”Guess I’m doing this….” She didn’t seem too eager for the process. But no moves were made to object either. As if something in her prevented such. Thus, the teen stepped in to fulfill her destiny.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The doorway opened up into a featureless chrome corridor, with an identical sealed doorway at the end. The lighting subsided as Yuko walked forth until it was but a dim glow at the end. Another click, and the door opened to a dark room whose true size could not be guessed due to the surrounding blackness. In the middle of the room were five torches containing blue flames. A point of light appeared among the outer darkness, revealing the window to an observation room looking down upon the scene. Mr. Kawasaki stood behind the windowpane with a group of other figures in business suits by his side, several of whom Yuko recognized as the men from earlier.<br/><br/>“Hello, daughter,” he said over the intercom. “It may not look like it, but these torches have been tested to improve the innate capabilities of those who stand within their center. Precious few have been lucky to receive such a gift, so who better to give it to than the heiress of the Kawasaki family? Go ahead, step within the ring.”<br/><br/>The torches glowed brighter as Yuko came closer, soon accompanied by an almost melodic humming sound filling the room.<br/><br/>The blue torches emitted beams of criss-crossing light once Yuko walked within the center, forming a pentagram star. A surrounding circle rose from the floor, becoming a dome of reddish light, and a lifetime’s worth of visions flashed before Yuko’s eyes in an instant. It all began in a realm of serene perfection, the brightest entity of all rebelling against his creator and falling to the depths of the underworld. Envy from coveting the creator’s throne, Pride from daring to be the master, Wrath borne from his loss, those cast down with him sought to bring mortalkind down to their level if they cannot have it all.<br/><br/>Figures of unmatched beauty arose from the depths, seducing mortals with Lust and bearing progeny of demonic womb and seed.<br/><br/>Another memory came, this time of Yuko arguing with one of her brothers, spitting venom that she was a ‘street rat’ and anchor weighing down the Kawasaki name. As those barbed words caused pain and anger, her shadow grew horns.<br/><br/>Another memory, seducing a schoolteacher in exchange for grades. The man had doubts, for he knew that as a married man and as her teacher that this was wrong. But he couldn’t resist. Her shadow, reflected in the dim light of the bedroom, grew a tail from gyrating hips.<br/><br/>More memories came, much faster than before, but of similar reflections of finding strength in sin as her shadow became more and more like that of a succubus. The visions ended, and Yuko found herself lying on the ground on her back. But she could see the edges of the room clearly now, even though it was no brighter than before. The room stretched on, reflecting infinite rows of blue torches each with a red-skinned, white-haired horned woman within them. (https://i.imgur.com/qj8Q2XD.jpeg) Only by moving did Yuko realize that these were reflections of herself, and that the walls were mirrors.<br/><br/>There was silence for a moment before someone pressed the intercom button. “I...that was amazing,” Mr. Kawasaki exclaimed. “Congratulations, Yuko!”<br/><br/>A group of scientists entered the room, applauding as Mr. Kawasaki strode over to look upon her with a rare smile.<br/><br/>“Extraordinary,” he said. “How does it feel?”<br/><br/>“We cannot be so certain it will last long-term,” a scientist interjected, arms crossed. (https://i.imgur.com/LPSlcEV.jpg) “We should run deprivation periods to see if the powers can subside over time.”<br/><br/>Mr. Kawasaki turned to him. “This is the kind of power that doesn’t fade away, Dr. Durand. But for now let’s see how they work in the here and now.”<br/><br/>He turned back to Yuko. “Focus,” he said. “Close your eyes, imagine your body as clay. Now reach out and grasp yourself. Reshape it!”<br/>