The Huntress's Corruption (Maniac&Ravenmaid)
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				Title: <strong>The Huntress's Corruption (Maniac&amp;Ravenmaid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Ravenmaid</strong> on <strong>22-08-2022, 09:28:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EuCNP5gWgAY1JRO.jpg)</div> There were many things Talia was often expected to do. Kill ghouls, exorcise spirits, and even hunt for the nasty creatures that lingered in the dark woods around Oakthorne City. It was her job, after all, she was a huntress. So why, why in Spirit’s name was she acting as an honor guard for the mayor’s wife? For a seance of all things! There were many things one could do to summon spirits and demons, summoning circles, occult rituals even blood sacrifice at a crossroads. However, the one thing that never, never worked were fucking seances. It was pretty much a fancy social gathering for bored wealthy women, and there were so many here. <br><br>In the past hour, she’d been forced to endure introduction to over 20 women of the upper class. Some had even come from other cities just to participate. The hostess was a famed witch of some sort of another…supposedly. So far no one she’d run into had set off alarm bells or activated the protective rune necklace she wore. They were just…women regular women and it was maddening. The whole thing wasn’t even set to begin for another hour and if she was forced to make small talk with one more noble she was going to hurl her fucking sword at the wall. This was a waste of her talents and a waste of her time, as one of the better huntresses out of the academy she was supposed to be out in the woods hunting wraiths, not babysitting nobles. <br><br>Blowing a strand of red/orange hair out her face she pushed off from the wall where she was stationed and slowly edged her way around the sitting room. There were a handful of other huntresses here, all novices, all more than happy to entertain the nobles with tales of their rather minor exploits. “I’m checking outside for anything,” she informed one who nodded and shifted her focus to the mayor’s wife so she was not without protection. “If anything happens in here, use the horn yeah?” another nod followed by a salute and Talia walked away her footsteps silent on the plush carpeting. <br><br>Just as she was about to step out a bell rang and the chatter immediately quieted. A strange current traveled up Talia’s spine and she raised an eyebrow before turning her attention to the staircase. A veiled woman dressed in deep plum slowly descended, oh…oh no that was an actual witch, she could see her eyes glowing faintly behind the veil. Slowly she approached the mayor’s wife and tapped her shoulder. “Ma’am we need to leave, this is not something that will end well if you continue.” but the woman did not respond, instead her eyes were focused on the woman as she reached the final step. “Oh calm down Huntress Talia.” the older woman muttered. “It’s just a bit of fun.” yeah a bit of fun that was not going to end well if the witch couldn’t keep control of what she summoned.<br><br>With a sigh, she stationed herself against the wall and watched as the women took their seats. Hopefully, this was just a smoke and mirrors thing, with no actual magic involved. As she watched it seemed that…for the moment that was all it was. A little sleight of hand to keep the nobles entertained but as the seance progressed she could feel the energy start to shift. It went from light to heavy and syrupy like molasses tricking down the back of her throat, the sweetness was quickly followed by the taste of sulfur. “Fuck she’s summoning a demon! Huntresses ready yourselves.” Running foreward she jerked the mayor’s wife out of the seance ring and practically shoved her out of the main door. The rest of the group did the same, but the witch was too far into it to be stopped safely. Talia was going to have to kill her quickly because she could feel the energy reach its peak state. The demon was going to manifest soon. Running forwards she drew her sword but she never made it to the witch because the energy coalesced around her and exploded outwards throwing both her and the other huntress’s back. Her head hit the wall and she winced. Standing she ran again and just as another burst of energy threatened to hit she struck, thrusting her sword deep into the witch’s heart. As she did though, something black flickered out of the witch’s shadow and drifted into hers and she failed to notice it. She had not stopped the caster soon enough. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Huntress's Corruption (Maniac&amp;Ravenmaid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>maniac</strong> on <strong>23-08-2022, 02:24:08</strong>
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				(https://hosting.photobucket.com/images/n293/maniacwc/Might-and-Magic-web_(2).jpg)<br><br>Vivian, had&nbsp; always been&nbsp; tenacious, and&nbsp; intelligent…and&nbsp; a&nbsp; fighter at&nbsp; heart. That&nbsp; was what&nbsp; lead the&nbsp; raven haired beauty&nbsp; to&nbsp; her fate.&nbsp; When&nbsp; during&nbsp; April&nbsp; 1944&nbsp; her aunt&nbsp; and&nbsp; cousins had&nbsp; been&nbsp; swept&nbsp; up&nbsp; in a Nazi raid. They&nbsp; had&nbsp; been&nbsp; innocent,&nbsp; done&nbsp; nothing&nbsp; wrong. Yet&nbsp; their arrest&nbsp; was&nbsp; because&nbsp; of who&nbsp; SHE&nbsp; was…a member&nbsp; of&nbsp; the resistance.&nbsp; She&nbsp; had&nbsp; been&nbsp; attending&nbsp; Oxford&nbsp; 3&nbsp; years before&nbsp; and&nbsp; had&nbsp; volunteered&nbsp; to&nbsp; assist MI-6&nbsp; before&nbsp; December 7th&nbsp; 1941. Her&nbsp; Father&nbsp; was&nbsp; an American,&nbsp; her&nbsp; mother&nbsp; a&nbsp; Frenchwoman…who&nbsp; had moved to&nbsp; America&nbsp; and&nbsp; become&nbsp; a&nbsp; citizen.&nbsp; It&nbsp; was how&nbsp; she&nbsp; had&nbsp; been&nbsp; born&nbsp; in Norfolk,&nbsp; Virginia.&nbsp; &nbsp;In&nbsp; the&nbsp; end&nbsp; the&nbsp; young&nbsp; Vivian&nbsp; had&nbsp; ended up&nbsp; fighting&nbsp; the&nbsp; Nazi’s, and&nbsp; doing&nbsp; a&nbsp; damn&nbsp; good&nbsp; job…only&nbsp; to&nbsp; be&nbsp; on the run, and&nbsp; have&nbsp; her&nbsp; association&nbsp; with her&nbsp; aunt&nbsp; and&nbsp; cousins used against&nbsp; her. Vivian knew&nbsp; the&nbsp; Nazi’s&nbsp; were twisted, and&nbsp; evil&nbsp; that&nbsp; was&nbsp; especially&nbsp; true&nbsp; when she&nbsp; learned&nbsp; they&nbsp; had&nbsp; some&nbsp; occult&nbsp; investigations by&nbsp; some especially&nbsp; twisted&nbsp; SS&nbsp; officers. In&nbsp; the&nbsp; end&nbsp; Vivian had&nbsp; been&nbsp; captured&nbsp; trying&nbsp; to&nbsp; free&nbsp; her&nbsp; family.&nbsp; Somehow, she had&nbsp; inadvertently&nbsp; triggered a doorway…and&nbsp; a&nbsp; demon&nbsp; had&nbsp; offered her&nbsp; anything&nbsp; she&nbsp; wanted.&nbsp; Vivian had&nbsp; souled&nbsp; her&nbsp; soul…offered&nbsp; herself for&nbsp; whatever&nbsp; the&nbsp; demon&nbsp; wanted if he&nbsp; would&nbsp; save&nbsp; her&nbsp; family.&nbsp; &nbsp;The&nbsp; raven haired&nbsp; woman&nbsp; had&nbsp; been&nbsp; sucked into&nbsp; hell,&nbsp; transformed into&nbsp; a&nbsp; creature&nbsp; of darkness.&nbsp; Soulless, evil. She&nbsp; had&nbsp; been&nbsp; remade&nbsp; into&nbsp; a&nbsp; demoness. With Hooved feet,&nbsp; her nails now&nbsp; black&nbsp; and&nbsp; sharp, able&nbsp; to become razor hard&nbsp; talons.&nbsp; She&nbsp; had&nbsp; gained a devils tail,&nbsp; pointed&nbsp; ears,&nbsp; her&nbsp; eyes were&nbsp; now&nbsp; the&nbsp; purest&nbsp; black except&nbsp; for&nbsp; the&nbsp; center&nbsp; which&nbsp; burned with&nbsp; a&nbsp; hellfire&nbsp; red.&nbsp; She&nbsp; had&nbsp; an inhumanly&nbsp; long&nbsp; tongue,&nbsp; creases&nbsp; on either side&nbsp; of&nbsp; her lips&nbsp; and&nbsp; down&nbsp; over&nbsp; her&nbsp; chin&nbsp; which&nbsp; let&nbsp; her&nbsp; open her&nbsp; mouth insanely&nbsp; wide. She&nbsp; had horns. Those&nbsp; were&nbsp; the&nbsp; external changes,&nbsp; she&nbsp; also&nbsp; had&nbsp; so&nbsp; many&nbsp; internal alterations…twisting&nbsp; of her&nbsp; flesh and&nbsp; being. Yet&nbsp; Vivian was still&nbsp; in hell a&nbsp; young&nbsp; newborn&nbsp; demoness&nbsp; passed around&nbsp; and&nbsp; enjoying&nbsp; it&nbsp; most&nbsp; of the time. She&nbsp; was&nbsp; still intelligent, tenacious,&nbsp; beautiful&nbsp; and&nbsp; a&nbsp; fighter.&nbsp; Yet&nbsp; in a&nbsp; way&nbsp; she&nbsp; still held&nbsp; onto&nbsp; what she had&nbsp; been&nbsp; the&nbsp; memories and&nbsp; that&nbsp; itch to&nbsp; know&nbsp; what&nbsp; had&nbsp; happened to&nbsp; her&nbsp; aunt&nbsp; and&nbsp; cousins&nbsp; even if…they&nbsp; were&nbsp; technically&nbsp; no&nbsp; longer&nbsp; her&nbsp; kin.&nbsp; &nbsp;Vivian had&nbsp; found&nbsp; herself&nbsp; wearing&nbsp; just&nbsp; leather&nbsp; vest&nbsp; that&nbsp; exposed her large&nbsp; perky&nbsp; tan&nbsp; breasts&nbsp; and&nbsp; helped push them&nbsp; up&nbsp; to&nbsp; view. She&nbsp; suddenly&nbsp; felt&nbsp; as&nbsp; if something&nbsp; was&nbsp; ripping&nbsp; her&nbsp; apart.&nbsp; She&nbsp; gasped her red eyes wide as&nbsp; she stood&nbsp; above&nbsp; a&nbsp; pit of burning&nbsp; fire&nbsp; where&nbsp; some&nbsp; of&nbsp; the damned&nbsp; rived&nbsp; for all&nbsp; eternity&nbsp; when&nbsp; she hissed out&nbsp; baring&nbsp; sharp&nbsp; ivory&nbsp; fangs and&nbsp; dropped down&nbsp; to&nbsp; her&nbsp; knees&nbsp; quivering&nbsp; as&nbsp; her&nbsp; face&nbsp; revealed&nbsp; the shock…what&nbsp; was going&nbsp; on?&nbsp; She&nbsp; cried&nbsp; out&nbsp; again…and&nbsp; everything&nbsp; started to&nbsp; go&nbsp; red&nbsp; fire&nbsp; licked around her…engulfing&nbsp; her, not&nbsp; hurting&nbsp; her and&nbsp; suddenly&nbsp; all&nbsp; 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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Huntress's Corruption (Maniac&amp;Ravenmaid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Ravenmaid</strong> on <strong>23-08-2022, 05:38:16</strong>
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				The huntress had not realized anything was amiss as she waited for her superiors at the manor. If anything she was annoyed, her sources had assured her the woman who was hosting the seance was a charlatan. A manipulator in it only for the money, that had not been the case…not one bit. Actual witches were allowed to exist mind you, as long as they obeyed the Occult laws that had been put in effect 30 years prior. Meaning they could not summon things from other planes and it was forbidden to participate in any kind of blood sacrifice. This witch had managed both as Talia later found out. <br><br>Upon the death of the witch, the protective seals on the basement door had broken and the investigation team stumbled across a freshly killed body in a casting circle. No doubt it was the circle that had fueled her ability to summon without any of the huntresses on-site catching on. Those seals had been A-class casting and no one, aside from the redhead, actually had the authority to mess with them. Next time she would search the premises herself rather than relying on the novices. <br><br>Needless to say when the Captain walked in she was not a happy woman. Angry at everyone, even Talia. After all, they had not taken the seance seriously and thus had allowed something that could have been catastrophic. Thankfully everyone seemed to have escaped possession so it did stop at a lecture rather than disciplinary action. Once everything had been processed only then was she allowed to return to her apartment to get some sleep. <br><br>“Fucking Novices,” she muttered as she stripped out of her uniform and took a quick shower. “All they needed to do was tell me about the wards on the basement and we would’ve pulled the plug.” Even if the woman hadn’t been a witch and had instead hired one to do the wards the seance would not have happened. It wasn’t uncommon for the darker ones to leave little traps in their spell work. Once she was clean she changed into an oversized shirt and a pair of underwear before crawling into bed. She was off duty tomorrow night, so she’d finally be able to sleep in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Huntress's Corruption (Maniac&amp;Ravenmaid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>maniac</strong> on <strong>23-08-2022, 18:19:33</strong>
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				Vivian felt exhausted, and ached to move out of the shadows. Especially with the wonderful scent of life, of the world and not the sulfur and brimstone of hell. The young demoness hadn't ever anticipated she would escape hell, she'd resigned herself to it. Though, to be honest after being transformed she enjoyed what she'd become though, she was far less twisted than many of the denisen's. Her corruption of someone heroic, and brave and rigeious to save her family...was delicious for her creator, but as his spawn she hadn't quite met expectations and been more derited especially as she was one of the youngest. Especially since the laws in the world had almost completely stopped any demonic deals.&nbsp; Not that Vivian had thought she'd be the one called for those...<br><br>Yet now, she found herself in the world again, it was...different htan when she left, very different, not just by time and society. But also, she was far different, soulless, her likes, wants, desires had changed. She couldn't help some part of her that ached to unleash hell and bring about an apocolypse. Yet, right now, she just wanted to STAY. She did her best to learn. Talia...the name of the huntress, well she was impressive. Indeed, an idea was forming in Vivian's mind..as Talia stripped and was just in her underware and a large sleeping T shirt. 'i could transform her...' Vivian thought, the young demonness shivered at the thought but it was so appealing. Talia was both brave, heroic...as she'd bene but the other woman did have dark edges...and as the other girl laid in bed and tried to sleep Vivian began to slide into her dreams...she would have to assume a physical form soon. She was so exhausted, yet she found herself gliding into Talia's dreams...using the opportunity to pan the seed of the other girls undoing of temptation. It would make things far easier that was certain! Yet she also watched...curious, despite her exaustion. Sure some might just take Talia...but it just wasn't Vivian's exhaustion that had her pause but her curiosity and...interest. She didn't feel morose or upset that she would corrupt Talia as she'd been corrupted, no it excited her. Yet...the thought of Talia more than just her spawn..but a companion...a lover. Someone she could feel genuine affection for. It was a possiblity that she hadn't considered in hell but...she felt a connection to the human...and the exciting idea that...it might be possible. That helped Vivian wait and watch despite her exhaustion. She moved around Talia's dreams in her form, a shadow....but as she pushed Talia towards more sensual, darker dreams slowly she withdrew from Talia's dreams and then a quiet cough of blackfire and darkness left the scantily clade demoness standing in Talia's room...with a sulfur scent in the air...she tried to drift to Talia's bed...and climb up next to her...to watch her and curl with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Huntress's Corruption (Maniac&amp;Ravenmaid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Ravenmaid</strong> on <strong>28-08-2022, 08:12:21</strong>
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				The dreams that haunted Talia that night were a little stranger than usual. She was in a lush bedroom with blood-red walls and black sheets. There was someone there with her but every single time she tried to look at them they’d disappear. Then the phantom touches, a brush across her bare breasts, her shoulder, her thigh. Something that felt like a kiss on a hardened nipple, soft tempting chuckles. Fingers tracing the curves of her body, then crossing in front to dip between her legs. Whoever they were, they were female. That in and of itself was unusual because when she did have dreams like this it was usually a man. Just as the touches became more heated slipping in between her legs to brush over her swollen clit she suddenly got the sense she wasn’t alone in reality.<br><br>Talia woke with a start shooting up in bed and coming face to face with what she knew was a demon. Jumping out of bed she scrambled for the weapons he kept in her side table drawer and drew it. “Stay back denizen of hell!” she demanded her eyes narrowing on the creature that had been laying beside her. “You have five seconds to return from whence you came before I…I.” panting she became acutely aware of how sensitive she was. She could feel the wetness coating her thighs and the way her nipples strained against the fabric of her shirt. “Was it you? Did you slip into my dreams and tempt me to such…sinful actions?” It had to be right? It's the only thing that made sense. The huntress had been dreaming about a phantom woman and being aroused by her, then she woke up and there was a demon in her bed watching her. How had this happened? She'd been checked for possession before she left the manor and was found clean. Unless....she hadn't been possessed? Perhaps the demoness had been...hitching a ride? It wasn't uncommon for some to be able to slip into shadows, it was nearly unoticable unless the priest knew to look for it. They'd assumed she stopped the summoning...clearly she had not. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Huntress's Corruption (Maniac&amp;Ravenmaid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>maniac</strong> on <strong>29-08-2022, 04:28:57</strong>
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				Vivian tilted her head her long raven hair framing her face as she arched an eyebrow at Talia's swift movements. The redhead was beautiful, strong, couragous. Yet...she saw the lust she smelled it...wafting off of Talia, and sensed it in her soul and emotions. She held up her taloned hands for a moment in a motion of 'i'm no threat' and slowly sat herself up nude and stunning. Evil but far more than just 'evil'. Her nose quivered and she tilted her gaze over Talia's face, her nipples her thighs and those burning red eyes were on the human. She felt a rush of fear...but also knew Talia...would be her's...she saw that want on the woman. Corrupting a force for good was so...tempting so...alluring. At least some of this must have been when her own creator had felt. Yet, she slowly shifted sliding her thighs under her body as she sat on her hooves. She could hear some of Talia's thoughts and when she spoke her voice was sensual, almost 'smokey' dripping with the promise of dark delights, yet somehow also...in a way understanding. "I don't WANT to return. I'm also exhausted...that witch...some how summoned me. I was barely able to not pass out and slide out of your shadow into the world. I'm tired...even now. I was pulled out of hell and it HURT." Vivian quickly explained herself yet she wasn't to fearful. Her crimson eyes gazed deep into Talia's. "Some how when you killed the witch I was thrown into your shadow. I didn't choose it...it just happened. "<br><br>Vivian knew this beautiful redhead was hot but also righteous and she tried to be honest...ish...though she was already working on Talia, Vivian was giving off pheromones that would only excite and entice those around her...even if she wanted to she couldn't quite turn them off. Yet slowly her lips turned to a pout. "I was human...I've only been a demon...since world war 2. When the Nazi's planned to use me and my aunt and cousin as sacrifices...i sold my soul to save them and stop the boche..." Vivian quickly added. "Please, hear me out...I am not...I don't desire to end the world.." Her voice was genuine...though...she could feel the call of hell wanting it to be unleashed...yet she did...not want to go back. "...not ALL demons were born demons...and while I might lack a soul...and be corrupted..." Vivian acknowledged the truth, but slowly reached let out a sigh her expression a bit more pensive...ish. She DID want to corrupt and transform this gorgous redhead...oh and do all numnber of rather..evil things. Yet...she also had no desire to be enslaved, to go back to hell or to unleash it if she could resist it's call. Everything felt so overwhelming...everything was happening so quickly. Yet she tried to be as truthful as she dared. "My name, is Vivian...perhaps we could talk...with out a sword pointed at me?" Her tail twitched a bit nerviously though some how everything vivian did looked sensual...
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				Post by: <strong>Golden Ravenmaid</strong> on <strong>01-09-2022, 07:34:13</strong>
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				Most of the time, when a demon ended up near her, Talia tended to stab first and ask questions later. It was the way she’d been trained, after all, demons never came to the human world to spread peace and love. They came to earth to corrupt and to take, to poison humans with sin and feed off of them while they did it. However, Vivian seemed a little bit different than most.&nbsp; There had been no deals offered not even much of an attempt at seduction unless you included the fact she’d caused the huntress to have a rather naughty dream. A dream that was quickly fading away even as she stared at the source. Plus there was something that made her want to trust the demoness, she seemed…almost sad.<br><br>“Fine…” she muttered after a moment as she set the sword down beside the bed before taking a seat in a nearby armchair. Just because she agreed to talk did not mean she was going to join the other female on the bed. Talia listened intently to her story and vaguely recalled something in the huntress books about a situation similar to that. They managed to get almost everyone out except for one woman who was missing from the bunch, that must have been Vivian. “So what do you want to talk about exactly? I can’t imagine we have much in common anymore. I mean…I’m trained to kill demons and you are one. Even if you used to be human, you’re not now. Now, mind you the only reason I’m sitting instead of stabbing is that you’re young for a demon. Young demons still have a bit of humanity left in them even if they no longer have a soul. If you were even 10 years older…you’d be back in hell already.”<br><br>There was also the fact that even if she didn't realize it the huntress was being affected by Vivian's aura. "I'm Talia by the way," she added as an afterthought realizing that she failed to provide her name. Shifting a bit restlessly in her chair she crossed on leg over the other and gently squeezed her thighs together. The dream fading as it was had left a lasting effect on her. One she was not inclined to let her 'guest' know about. If she knew that her presence affected a human in such a way she had no doubt Vivian would take advantage of the fact. After all, to admit to lust, implied that she could be swayed into sin. That was simply out of the question, she was a huntress for heaven's sake. The moment she admitted to that, not only would they kick her out, they would probably kill her. 
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				Post by: <strong>maniac</strong> on <strong>01-09-2022, 23:10:10</strong>
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				"Talia..." Vivian tested out the gorgous redheads name. It seemed so sensual spilling off her tongue, as if promising dark lusts and delights. Still Vivian wasn't conciously trying to be that seductive...a little but she was well aware that Talia was struggling. The young demoness could see the want, the potential there and a shiver wanted to run up and down her body. Yet, she also still felt out of sorts after being ripped out of hell. She felt cold...the first time since becoming a demoness. She didn't shiver but it felt, so different, memories of the world washed through her. Yet, now she had different desires, wants, powerful senses. Her sensual aura was continuing to work on Talia, even with out realizing it. The raven haired demoness slowly brushed her fingers and jet black talon looking nails through her hair brushing a few locks behind her ears. She wore a miniskirt, of sorts, fishnets, gloves, but not much else. She shifted her position her shapely fit legs together and she let her hand run over the bed's sheets. Her cute nose quivered inhaling Talia's delicious scent. <br><br>The lust was in the air, she could spelll Talia was wet, lustful. It called out to her, to consume her soul, and or life force...but her other desires won out...Talia...Talia wasn't meant for that. Vivian wasnt' sure why she thought that way but...she did. She wouldn't kill Talia but she also...understood Talia's point of view. Demons did seek to corrupt, feed, spread chaos. Fuck, Vivian was planning to do that to Talia. Yet, yet she didn't want to unleash hell though part of her longed to part of her...felt the need to find a way to free her creator...and see him rampage...and help. 'No...' She told herself with a shiver. She took a deep breath her chest rising and falling full perfect breasts rising and falling as well. Her tail flicked occasionally but she seemed to gather herself and then slowly her hellfire eyes gazed to Talia's. Her sensual mouth quirked a faint smile though she had a pensive air about her, mixed in with that sinful air and lustful desires. <br><br>Her voice was sensual, and alluring but she tried to be honest though...not too honest. "To be truthful, I'm...feeling out of sorts, week. It wasn't my idea being here..." Vivian shivered remembering being ripped out. "I was ripped out...I was...going to an orgy...and then..." She closed her eyes and then when it opened she frowned the tips of her fangs gleaming a bit. "I've been melted before, blown up turned into a pile of white and black fluid and then pulled myself together. This...was like that but worse. It felt like..." She shivered glancing to the sword...feeling revulsion towards it. "Like something holy was trying to keep me there, plus hell...but something darker ripped me free...and it felt like chains were being put on me too..." She held up her wrists showing the signs of actual shackle impressions...the same with her legs near her hooves. She rubbed her wrists slowly her and winced. "Luckily you killing the witch...I think prewvented that and I was thrown into your shadow..." That was completely true, and the demoness's tail flicked a few times as she sat up a bit more her hands pressing into Talia's bed leaning forward a bit. Her sensual body on display. Yet she didn't seem to be emphasising it. <br><br>"Honestly, I'm tired, exhausted, hungry and just want...to sleep for a while. But...I don't want to go back. Talia, I know I'm soulless, I'm damned, I...accepted it in hell and even...enjoy it. BUT, I don't want to unleash hell or just go on a rampage. I'm not sure WHAT I want..." She sighed a bit her chin dropping down as her long raven hair almost fell over her face like a veil. Her pointed ears peaking out. "I wanted to become a professor, have children...then, save my aunt and cousin...and kill nazis...see them die...now..." Slowly her chin rose and her eyes as she gazed back into Talia's eyes. Her voice soft, sensual but uncertain. "I'm trying to sort it out. But..if you let me stay. I...can probably help. I can detect other demons, sense dark magic. I can use it too. I can throw fire balls, walk through fire, hellfire...with no problems. Among alot of other things. " She was kinda trying to make a deal. Though, honestly she knew what she wanted Talia, but...beyond that and staying out of hell she wasn't sure. She glanced around Talia's room noting so many new things she didn't understand and then gazed back to Talia's eyes again. "i'm not...." She hesitated then blinked...her nose quivering...tilting her head as if hearing somethiung.She shifted cocking her head bringing both legs up into her chest and holding herself. She felt...a summoning. "Someone's tapping into dark magic...specifically...a summoning spell..." She sounded half curious half longing and a bit afraid. "It's...aimed at hell but...it's tugging at me too...more like...a dog whistle..." She frowned and her eyes were suddenly on Talia. "Someone else is trying a similar summoning, not ...just like mine it feels aimed at something...more powerful..." Her voice was a mixture of emotions, lust, longing, hunger, fear, uncertainty. Yet she glanced towards one of the windows then back to Talia. "I might beable to get us close, if you are willing to trust me enough to investigate."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Huntress's Corruption (Maniac&amp;Ravenmaid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Ravenmaid</strong> on <strong>12-09-2022, 00:03:34</strong>
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				Talia listened to the demoness closely, her eye focused on the figure as she spoke. This went against everything she’d been trained to do. Demons were masters of lies and deceptions, they could act a certain way and then on a dime flip. She knew this, she’d experienced it in many a possessed human over the years. Yet here she was considering Vivian’s words as she spoke, feeling sympathy for her. She’d sacrificed herself to eternal damnation to save her family. It was a touching tale and she would not be the first young demon to make such a decision. Many of the ones she’d dealt with over the years had similar stories. They needed the power to protect those that meant the most to them and the easiest way to do so was to make a deal with a demon and become one yourself.<br><br>She stood up when the demoness displayed her wrists and approached her. Gently she grabbed her wrists and looked at the shackle impressions on them. Flipping the limb in her hand she searched for some kind of crest, there were covens of witches that practiced ritual demon enslavement. Generally, their crest was engraved somewhere on the shackles once they were fully formed and occasionally. “Hmmm,” she murmured as she looked closely at Vivian’s wrist. “It sounds like the witch was trying to enslave you. A handful of covens practice it.” This explained why she’d done the seance. Demons were hungry when they were pulled out of hell, the women in attendance at the seance had probably meant to be her breakfast. <br><br>The redhead backed up again and sat back down allowing Vivian to continue with her pleas. She seemed sincere, there was not even the faintest hint of deception in her face or voice. Most demons didn’t want to go back to hell, especially the young ones. According to the texts, power was all that mattered in hell and the older a demon was the more power they had. Young ones were often used and abused until someone weaker arrived and then they were the victim until another arrived and so on. <br><br>So lost in her contemplations as she was she almost missed the fact that Vivian warned her that another summoning was taking place. Shooting up out of her chair she disappeared into the bathroom and quickly changed clothes before grabbing her kit. “Show me then, hurry!” Opening the door she gestured for the demoness to lead her out so they could try and stop another demon from being summoned. <br><br>The pair raced downstairs to the garage where she grabbed her trusty motorcycle and slid on, somehow managing to look dignified on it even in a skirt. “On the back, you’ll have to tell me where to go while we’re moving.” It didn’t even occur to her that the demoness was topless or really not dressed for such a vehicle, all that mattered was stopping the summoning before something else got out of hell. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Huntress's Corruption (Maniac&amp;Ravenmaid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>maniac</strong> on <strong>12-09-2022, 01:38:50</strong>
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				Vivian was being truth for the most part. At least truthfulish. Though she might have her ulterior motives she wanted to stay. Though secretly she knew she was pulled to try to unleash hell...and some small part of her at the very least craved it. Either hell or to unleash it or perhaps both. It was so...tempting yet she was a quite strong willed demoness and while she had been remade, and to be honest was most definitely evil...the memories of her humanity and her own practicality helped her try to chart a new course. She had another chance at something more...the first one was not dying the second opportunity was here, she might...intend to take Talia but she wanted to stay and...limit...others from coming. The raven haired demoness pushed all other thoughts aside and tried to focus on the moment. Luckily when she mentioned the other summoning Talia took it seriously infact so seriously suddenly she was being pulled along behind the human. Vivian darted after her. She could easily keep up she wsa faster than the human and her hooves pushed her along. Taking confident strides moving gracefully her red eyes a bit surpised by the enthusiasm. She did feel a bit surpised but could only give a slight smile as she climbed onto the motor cycle after Talia. She slid her hands around Talia's waist and pressed her own topless body tighter into Talia's back&nbsp; wiggling a bit as it felt so nice...and her lust rose...she bit her lower lip with her fangs to try to reign it in.<br><br>She was tired and starving...'but you don't want to drain Talia's life force or soul...you want HER...as your spawn...' Her thoughts echoed even as her nipples hardened. Yet she again brought her lusts to heel and focused on the moment. As the Motor cycle started to move she spoke, louder to be heard over the engine...she shifted a bit...it was obvious she had a flashback to her life as a human and riding on a motor cycle before. Though..the world had advanced and the motor cycle was more advanced it was pleasent and she frowned. Closing her eyes for a moment, concentration appeared on her demonic face and she then gasped in a breath of air. Exhaling her chest rising and falling. "North and north west..." Though Talia quickly translated that into directions. "Okay, left..." She called out as they started to approach an intersection. Her taloned hands slowly slid up finding their way moving higher on Talia she coudln't quite help herself it was a bit of a subconcious thing..especially hungry and horny and...free. Luckily she had a task to focus on...and her time as a resistance member, a soldier of sorts helped. She knew her mission, her goal...and her voice while holding that sensual promise of dark pleasure was also focused. As she sensed and 'saw' the magics...her voice quickly rose again musically and firm. "Up ahead the next left turn right, then go five more blocks..." She murmured her eyes casting around her nose flaring. Scenting the world with her new superantural senses...yet she focused trying to pick out...there...she could...sense, magic..dark demonic magic...her eyelids blinked open and in flash her hellfire eyes scanned the skyline then she pointed towards two large sky scrapers. "It's in a park...in that direction...I got a vision...I think their offering a human sacrifice too..." Goose bumps rose on her body and her hands squeezed Talia tighter this time...more out of memory of the last time she'd seen a sacrifice...she'd had to sell her soul. Her voice was distracted....and tense. "We have time...but not much" Vivian had to keep her voice raised to be heard over the roar of the engine noise as her long raven hair flew behind her as they sped through the streets. <br><br>One corner of her mind was amazed at the changes in the world. The sights sounds, things she'd never seen before and then new things...that her senses would never have picked up even if she'd had them during WW2. It was all so much, being ripped out of hell, freed, exhausted, hungry, lustful having a girl she was taken with. Vivian refused to be further distracted and kept her focus on the goal...she could sense it would draw a more powerful demon or demoness out...and...part of her wanted it...it was so tempting...but no. No...at least not right now...she had to think...and if someone was going to be sacrificed well...she couldn't abide that not...when it was most likely someone innocent. <br><br>'Oh come on...you would enjoy eating that innocent persons soul...hah you want to turn Talia into your spawn...oh and you will...' She thought countering that part of her that was pretending to have good motives. 'Yes yes yes...but I have principles. Sure I'll eat humans llife force or soul and yes...but there will be no sacrifices of innocent people.' She told herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Huntress's Corruption (Maniac&amp;Ravenmaid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Ravenmaid</strong> on <strong>23-09-2022, 03:15:03</strong>
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				In hindsight, there were all sorts of things the huntresses had access to that would’ve made it easier to be around the demoness. Occasionally they had to bring them in for questioning so there were all sorts of spell manacled and whatnot she had in the trunk under her bed. It would’ve been the smart thing to do, the cuffs sort of dampened the ambient effect demons had on humans. So the lust, wrath, gluttony, and envy had less of an effect on them. Talia knew that Vivian probably fed off lust, she was built for it. The ones often labeled ‘Incubi’ and ‘Succubi’ tended to be built to the ‘ideal’ human standard. Wrath demons looked like ‘roided out bodybuilders, envy demons tended to be whip-thin and agendered never too feminine or masculine and gluttony? Well, they pretty much tended to look a bit like your average run-of-the-mill human. After all, Gluttony did not just imply food, it implied affection, money, experiences, and adrenaline it was a desire for excess. Anyone could be driven to excess. <br><br>However, there had been no time for that. Not with another summoning in the process of being completed. All she had time for was to rearm and drag her dark magic GPS along with her for the ride. So she followed the instructions closely, breaking several traffic laws in the progress none of which she would be punished for. Turning this way and that, weaving in and out of traffic until they approached the site of the summoning. “Oddly public of them. They’re trying to make a scene just like the last witch,” she muttered as she parked the bike and climbed off. “I wonder what they’re trying to accomplish?” Rather than consider too deeply she grabbed the weapons out of her side back and withdrew a sword and gun. “Alright let’s go. If we’re lucky the sacrifice can still be saved.”<br><br>With that said Talia took off running over the wet grass with the ease of someone who was used to fighting in less than ideal circumstances. As close as they were now even she could sense the energy beginning to gather. She moved through the dark head cocked until she heard it. Crying, someone was beginning for their life while another someone chanted. Ahh, they were trying to summon a big bad. “On the order of the Hunter I demand you cease this act of depravity,” she called out as she emerged from the darkness. It was kind of pointless but due to laws she had to announce herself so it could not be held against her in the event the dark witch survived. Of course, she was ignored….with a sigh she turned to Vivian. “I need you to get the sacrifice out of the circle okay? I’m going to break it, in and out understand?” she raised an eyebrow before withdrawing a small silver athame. <br><br>With skill born from practice, she flicked her wrist and the blessed blade hit one of the protective runes which sizzled out, and immediately the circle began to crackle. “Go, I have the witch.” The energy was met with energy as her blade flashed while she charged at the witch. The sound of metal on metal filled the clearing. Even in this day and age, most huntress’s relied on blades. Guns were a ‘no other choice’ weapon. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Huntress's Corruption (Maniac&amp;Ravenmaid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>maniac</strong> on <strong>23-09-2022, 03:30:02</strong>
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				Vivian was very very impressed by Talia. She was beautiful, brave, strong smart and powerful. It felt soo right to corrupt her, to free her...to make her her spawn...oh the thought was so arousing it had her wet. Yet, she managed to keep her mind in the moment and the fact that she was helping a huntress a servant of god. That was dangerous for her, and possibly could cause some issues with her demonic kin. However, Vivian had made her choice, she was still trying to sort everything out. The world was similar but also very different as they darted trough the streets. The technology had really advanced, clothing, mores...it was dizzying and it was another distraction that nearly had her falling to her curiosity as opposed to focus on the target. Luckily her will was strong and she kept her burning hellfire eyes on the target. Though they fluttered open and closed as she did her best to get them there as quickly as possible. She also sensed the power, it might be another demon or demoness like her but Vivian doubted it, she wasn't sure about so much. Her senses were wild and lusts, ideas. <br><br>She didn't need another from hell that had hardened desires and wanted to bring about the apocolypse as...alluring as that sounded. She felt a shiver of lust and eagerness but sternly forced it down. Instead she focused on the magic. The pulsating energy definitely was reaching out for a demon or demoness, and someone more powerful than Vivian. Not a newly spawned demon but older...perhaps much older. That could be VERY bad...especially as they might be able to pull her under their sway...<br><br>Vivian stayed close to Talia as they moved. She kept giving off lust, both with out realizing it and also realizing it. As her effects kept tempting and working on Talia. Yet right now she wasn't conciously in anyway trying to tempt Talia. She stood there topless her tail twitched as she bobed her head and her fangs indented her lower lip as she waited...and then as soon as she felt it happen...Vivian moved she gestured and opened up a portal...and in a flash she was through it, in the circle where a young asian girl was begging for her life...and she looped an arm around her and not even saying a word meerly gesturing and she and the girl sank through the shadows as if falling into a hole...absorbed into them...and then appearing out of a shadow/portal in cover in the other room. She Set the girl down and let a talon playfully trace over the girls breasts...she couldn't help herself with a sinful smile then her fade was focused. "Stay here..." her sensual voice echoed as she stepped into the shadows...and appeared back in the room with Talia. She tried to dart forward and plunge her taloned hand into the witched back...and rip out part of her spine...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Huntress's Corruption (Maniac&amp;Ravenmaid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Ravenmaid</strong> on <strong>30-09-2022, 01:16:03</strong>
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				The battle was in full swing when the demoness returned. Spells were being thrown while Talia desperately tried to avoid them while slowly weakening the witch with various artifacts. The witch was not strong compared to others, the spell she used was self-amplified because of the casting circle. With the ring disrupted and the sacrifice gone, the spell would inevitably collapse. Which would stop the portal mid-creation and send whatever she planned on summoning back from whence it came. The issue was keeping her occupied long enough to allow that to occur safely, which the redhead had more than enough experience doing.<br><br>At some point, she lost her advantage and found herself on the defensive and that was when Vivian returned. Talia watched as the demoness dashed forwards and managed actually to strike at the witch fatally. She heard the flesh tearing and saw just the barest glimpse of bone before the witch collapsed. There was no time to really thank or congratulate her because the sudden death of the caster sent the circle into a dangerous tailspin. “We need to leave now,” she said as she turned away and began running towards where the sacrifice was hiding. <br><br>“Quick! Behind me!” reaching into the pouch on her side she pulled out several rune stones and tossed them down, creating a barrier to bounce back the ambient spell energy without hurting anyone near her. The ripple of magic expanded out in a violent neon blue ring flattening trees and bushes. When it hit her barrier several of the stones shattered but not enough for the energy to get to them. Once it began to calm the three of them were left in the center of a crater that had not been there before. “Well…shit I need to call headquarters,” she muttered. “Can you make yourself scarce demoness and also make sure our friend here doesn’t remember what precisely saved her? I will be killed if they know I worked with a denizen of hell.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Huntress's Corruption (Maniac&amp;Ravenmaid)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>maniac</strong> on <strong>30-09-2022, 01:58:25</strong>
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				Vivian was impressed by Talia's quick reflects, courage and power. 'Another reason you want her' some part of Vivian whispered and the raven haired demoness felt a shiver rush up and down her spine. Her tail swished back and forth and she pulled her mind out of that line of thought. Instead focusing on the moment, to be in the present. The flames licked around them and she gestured with her taloned hand and they snuffed themselves out. Not that flames could hurt her...she was a demoness. Though she did raise a raven eye brow looking at the after effects of the broken spell. 'I'm so glad that mine didn't get broken, for several reasons' she thought to herself. Though her eyes cast about the area drinking in the devestation. Her head was tilted off her black and red eyes taking in the area when Talia's voice brought her attention back to the beautiful redheaded huntress. The young raven haired demoness let her hands fall to her own hips and she shifted on her hooves her tail flicking back and forth and she nodded. A faint smile on her lips as she reached out and brushed her warm tan hand on Talia's shoulder. "Consider all of that done Talia...I'll stay away until it's safe..." Her sensual voice was so alluring yet also sincere she was being truthful. She had no desire to get Talia killed far from it, and possibly sent to hell again. No she tilted her head over to the human girl and smiled at the sacrifice.<br><br>Her smile was alluring sensual promising dark pleasure as she reached out to gently slid a finger under the girls chin tilting it up...as she gazed deeply into the traumatized girls eyes. "Your so sweet...you never saw me, it was Talia that saved you, everything was a blur, time just moved so fast you couldn't quite keep up...you just know with out her and only her you would not have made it." Vivian's voice was a sensual pur but also commanding. She saw the girls eyes glaze over and then took a step back and her right hand slid out and a black portal seemed to open and her right hoof stepped back and she backed into the shadow portal that seemed to swallow her up...and Vivian was gone, back at Talia's apartment.<br><br>The young demoness stood there slowly gazing around she cupped her hands infront of her for a moment thinking on what happened. Mulling over her thoughts, her lusts...desires, instincts. Also...what the future held. Still contemplating she slowly drifted through out Talia's apartment, touching various items of her's picking up photo's here and there, inhaling the scents of the humans home. Also feeling the thril lof not being in hell. Vivian held a photo of Talia with a friend laughing and stared she felt lust and desire for the redhead...aching to transform her. To sip her soul and then corrupt her...having her as her spawn and slut. It was thrilling. While her instincts also told her to summon more demones and unleash hell...that subtle prodding she resisted it...though having to pull her out of the thoughts several times. She knew...she could keep Talia from going to hell...she'd just have to hold tight when she spawned her as hell reached out to take the redhead..and keep her grounded...Vivian was certain of that. She also...resolved to not unleash hell. To not unleash any more denisens of hell. It was something that she knew she would struggle with. She felt so...torn by that thought...but as she gazed at Talia...she could picture a future here, she and talia feeding, enjoying the world...perhaps transforming more...but keeping the world as it was...keeping hell in hell...and the right kind of demoness's in it. It was not going to be easy...so many temptations to moderate...and modrating...why? She was evil she enjoyed it...but it made sense. 'You can act like a monster or something a little different. I might be evil but...that doesn't mean I have to bring about an apocolypse I can...be more targeted...limit the innocence I impact...that we impact...' she told herself.<br><br>Vivian sighed as she did her best to pass the time. She slowly padded over to a mirror gazing over herself...then realizing she was topless and it might help to be a bit less visible. 'oh like the horns and tail and eyes don't give me away' she thought but dug through Talia's closet until she slit on a tank top that fit...and smiled at herself in the mirror...
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