Oops... (Panthean and CynfulTragedy)
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				Title: <strong>Oops... (Panthean and CynfulTragedy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Panthean</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 05:55:56</strong>
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				Jason had finished setting up everything. On the ground before him was a spell circle, within it was inscribed a seven pointed star. Elaborate writings and inscriptions bordered it, strange symbols decorated all around it. He wore a dark grey cloak over his full plate mail armor. His helmet set aside for the casting of the spell. He took the hood off of his head, revealing himself to be covered in oddly shaped markings. His brown short hair cut to about a half inch long. He got to his knees at a point of the drawn out star, and drew a few things in the dirt with his metal gauntlet covering his fingers. He muttered strange words that did not apply to any language, and held the palm of hi other hands on the ground.<br><br>The circle began to light up and what sounded like whispers echoed in the forest around him. His eyes began to glow red, as did all the markings on his body, illuminating the night and the darkness. Fire burst from the center of the circle, and a whirlwind of energy formed about him. A spark and flash of red lightning shot out from a growing orb of energy above the circle. Fire bulged from it, and erupted allowing a demon to step through it.<br><br>"I am called Jason," he half shouted, "and I call myself your master, who is the demon that inhabits this portal?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oops... (Panthean and CynfulTragedy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CynfulTragedy</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 06:05:00</strong>
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				She had felt the call, the annoying tickle of a spell chasing its way across the back of her neck. She looked up from her latest victim, the whip steady in her hand even as her attention was diverted. Words whispered around her, tickled the air and murmured in her ear. She lifted a face exotically serpentine, exposing delicate fangs lying against full lips, a slender nose and slitted eyes the hue of polished gold. Her hair was the hue of blackest night, and just as sleek as the rest of her lithe form.<br><br>She hissed as she felt the coils of magic solidify around her arms and she gave a sound of frustration as she was pulled away from her realm and into another.<br><br>"I am Jason." She heard over the crackling of the flames. "and I call myself your master! Who is the demon that inhabits this portal?"<br><br>She laughed, a low hissing sound, serpentine and coiling. "I am Azaraia, and what manner of devil are you to be my master?" She moved out of the burning pillar of fire, burnished skin bare to the wind, her hair coiling about her with a life of its own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oops... (Panthean and CynfulTragedy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Panthean</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 06:16:39</strong>
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				Jason looked at her, his eyes glowing and steaming from the summoning. He drew a short sword that was curved in design. It glowed brightly and he pointed it towards her. The blade was obviously some sort of magical device that he intended to use to control her. He stood up slowly and his skin slowly began to burn, as if being burned by the sun, from the hellfire that seeped through the portal. <br><br>"Azaraia," Jason struggled to speak, "I am your master, and this blade will bind you to this world. I command you to leave the burning pits from whence you came and do as I bid." His tone was firm, but his voice was dying in confidence as he scanned the demoness's body. He tried to keep from looking into her eyes, the glowing would have helped to keep her unaware of this fact, but the red light began to fade from him. The glowing dimmed and his pupils became visible.<br><br>It was clear to him quickly that he was losing control, and his breathing picked up as he became more and more nervous. He felt a strong weight pull him to the ground, his knee burying itself into the ground, he held the blade with both hands, trying to steady it. He then immediately tried to reverse the casting, and send the demon back into the portal. He began mumbling, unable to find the words he needed, and peered into her demonic eyes, fear silenced his mouth and he was frozen by it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oops... (Panthean and CynfulTragedy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CynfulTragedy</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 06:26:20</strong>
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				A low laugh trickled out of her throat and her lips moved in what was most certainly meant to be a smile, but the edge of sharpened teeth glinted in the fire-light. She moved with a serpentine grace toward the captive warlock, a slender tail swishing behind her with feline certainty. The swishing of the tail slowed perceptibly as she moved closer to the man on his knees and stopped when she was directly before him.<br><br>"You are no match for a demon such as me, mortal." Her voice coiled and hissed around him and she drew a long nail down a bared cheek, placing a sculpted knee against his chest. "And now, I do believe you should belong to me." She lowered her face to his unabashed, her nakedness gleaming in the cast of the fire. "After all, such a fitting punishment for a creature that would dare to disturb my dealings when they were going so well..."<br><br>And with her face still close to his she began murmuring her own form of incantation, the magic burning along his skin as the words left her lips. Her eyes glowed with inhuman light and power as her tail slithered up and around his armored arm with the certainty and strength of a python. And as the incantation came to a close, the fire flared and she deftly turned on a pointed foot, dragging the man Jason behind her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oops... (Panthean and CynfulTragedy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Panthean</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 06:43:09</strong>
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				Jason tried to move to run, but something held him there that was no longer fear. He was frozen in place, unable to move by some magical means now. His lips moved but nothing of any use came out. He dropped his blade and knelt there. As she spoke he choked and his breathing escalated. When she began her own incantation, his blackened and blood stained armor began to rust and break away, the pieces and chunks of metal falling to the ground around him. His skin singed slightly and he shook himself in the pain, despite the power she had over him, he struggled with himself.<br><br>As her tail wrapped around him, he struggled hard, digging his now bare hands into the dirt, trying to escape her grasp. He screamed and shouted, but the sound refused to travel farther than his own magical barrier. He was helplessly dragged into the fiery portal, being forsaken by all of his magics, and even more forsaken by any divine means of rescue. As he was dragged in, the last light of day began to close around him, and the only light he saw was the light cast out from the fire of the pits of hell.<br><br>"Let me go!" Jason shouted as he was dragged. Even if he was released from her, it was now too, late, he was taken, body and soul into a place he could not escape until judgement day. He turned his body around to face hers as she finished dragging him through the burning tar on the floors of hell. It singed his body unforgivably, and the burns did no physical harm, but never healed. He felt the burning sensation of the air around him, and his flesh was not dying, so that he would continue to feel the wrath of the hellfire all through eternity. The lack of breathable air singed his lungs with sulfur, and although suffocating, he was still unable to die, unable to even fall unconscious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oops... (Panthean and CynfulTragedy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CynfulTragedy</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 07:11:28</strong>
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				She continued to drag him until she reached what she considered her own personal little corner of Hell, depositing him in an ungraceful heap when she reached it. She leaned over him, her serpentine voice a strange croon, "Do you like your new home? I hope so. You will be here for such a very long time. I am always in need of someone to keep me...company." She laughed then, a sound that echoed and curled around him, burning with the same intensity of the burns he had already sustained, but entirely ethereal.<br><br>She swayed with a grace that mimicked the flicker of a high-burning fire, her tail swishing in the opposite direction. She moved around him, circled him as a hunter would prey, deciding what exactly it was she would do with him.<br><br>"A valuable pet, I could see you being that." She spoke more to herself than the man who had regained his knees in the center of the floor. "A little hell-slave for an attentive Mistress. I do have so many perverse pleasures to share, so many things I could have you do..." She paused before a surprisingly ornate rack that housed various implements of torture, so elegant to be found in such a place as this. She retrieved the whip she had left behind when his spell snared her earlier and flicked it with her wrist, sending the tendrils whipping and wrapping around her torso. If the sting bothered her, it didn't show on her high-angled face.<br><br>"The question is." She murmured in that low croon as she approached him. "What to do with you first?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oops... (Panthean and CynfulTragedy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Panthean</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 07:26:27</strong>
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				Jason cringed in fear, trying to back away from her as she circled him. It was a futile attempt, even if he could back away, he couldn't summon the strength to run from her, and even more so, he would have no place to run to. He curled up and shook on the floor, shuddering and writhing in pain. His gaze was focused on her, unable to look away. He wanted to beg for freedom, but he knew that his words would merely fall on def ears, and possibly only make things worse for him.<br><br>His vision was blurred constantly, as the winds of hell screwed with his eyesight, and hellfire constantly burned his eyes. Everything seemed to be in a blaze constantly, and the demoness that stood before him seemed to be blowing away partially in the wind, like a ghost, yet at the same time staying corporeal. He scanned her lithe, yet fully nourished body, her muscles lacked fullness, but were still easily definable along the reddish skin of her body; in his world, her naked form might have even aroused him, but here, fear encompassed him beyond belief.<br><br>He was coughing uncontrollably, the sulfurous air made his insides feel like they were on fire. That was beginning to feel like the worst part, that and his eyes, also burned and reddened in the inferno. He looked at her, or tried to, his skin dried and sore. He felt he could give anything to be able to breath and see normally in this place. "I want," Jason spat out the words, and was almost unable to finish, "I need to breath..." He held himself, unwilling and practically unable to move his arms and legs much as his insides burned, otherwise he would have begged her, on hands and knees.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oops... (Panthean and CynfulTragedy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CynfulTragedy</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 07:30:37</strong>
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				She took her time in deciding whether or not she would grant his request. She went to her knees, crept toward him with feline and serpentine certainty. She was the cobra awaiting the chance to strike, and there was a perverse glee in her eyes as he made his request.<br><br>"Is the air here not to your mortal liking?" She crooned in mocking tones then breathed in deeply, easily, of the ash-laden, heat-shimmering air. When her captive was unable to illicit a response, she laughed softly, the sound circling them both as it was caught by the wind.<br><br>She contemplated a few moments longer, an eternity to the mortal before her, watched his writhing form with a growing satisfaction.<br><br>"Done." She finally whispered and the air began to clear immediately. She brought herself to her feet once again. "Air for your lungs, all the better for me to hear your screams..."
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				Post by: <strong>Panthean</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 07:38:23</strong>
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				Jason felt a new life filling him, the air around him became breathable again and in a few gasping deep breaths he regained his regular breathing cycles. He looked up at her, his eyes burning a bit less, but his vision not fully recovering. He got himself to his knees, his skin still burning uncontrollably. He feared her, but she was now everything to him, without her, he would suffer endlessly. "Thank you," he muttered, afraid, breathing heavily.<br><br>He kept eying her naked body, feeling a bit of desire creep into him. His eyes glanced more though, at her whip, and he eyed the piercing edges of it, feeling that she would no doubt use it, and that when she did, it would be painful. He swallowed and looked back up at her eyes. His mouth opened and soon words came out, nervously he spoke, "What are you going to do with me?"
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				Post by: <strong>CynfulTragedy</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 07:45:22</strong>
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				She arched a faint, dark brow at his question. "Are we concerned, my pet?" She crooned as she came close enough to him that the line of her body was pressed against his. "Are we worried about what I might do to you?" She trailed a finger down his chest, the dark sharp nail at its tip scraping along the flesh lightly as it went. <br><br>She kept her gaze on his wild, fearful eyes as she leisurely moved her finger down, adding others as she went until he could feel five separate scraping sensations along his flesh. She continued ever lower, a smile twisting the edge of her lips, the tip of a forked tongue appearing between her delicately sharp teeth.<br><br>She allowed her hand to continue its lazy progress until she was able to reach between his legs and grasp him. At that same moment her other hand flicked the whip and it came unwound from her torso to lick across his with alarming accuracy.
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				Post by: <strong>Panthean</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 07:54:14</strong>
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				Jason shivered in fear as he sat there. He gasped as he felt the demon girl's nails drag along his body and slowly, painfully slowly, make their way down to his dick. He like where this was going, and felt himself slowly getting hard. His arousal was interrupted as he felt the whip crack and drag into his torso, shearing some flesh from him. He clenched his teeth and eyes at the pain and balled his hands into fists.<br><br>After few seconds, the pain seemed to be permanent and he tried to ignore it. He looked up at her, with one eye still closed shut, and slowly began to open his mouth. He did not speak however, as the words refused to come out, he was unsure of what to say, and was too afraid of how she might react. He shut his mouth and shuddered as his cock slowly, and almost against his will, rose to attention.
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				Post by: <strong>CynfulTragedy</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 07:59:15</strong>
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				"That's a good little pet." Azaraia crooned as she pulled her fingers down the length of him and back up, the whip cracking to attention with each motion of her hand. "You will learn to appreciate the pain I can give you...in time."<br><br>She chuckled to herself, the edges of her nails grazing over his erection with precision before the palm of her hand slid back over him again, gaining a perverse pleasure from his physical reaction to her, all the while her whip raining against his flesh. The pain wouldn't stop unless she wanted it to, this was a game she had played many times before during her reign in this corner of Hell.<br><br>She placed a slender foot heavily upon his thigh as she continued to work her hand against him, her whip falling with faster clarity as she enjoyed her work, her hair whipping against his face with each flick of the wrist that wielded the whip, fingers and nails working against the heart of his desire all the while.<br><br>She would be certain he understood every extent of sensation she could give, and she would be certain he would understand the terror lying in each.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oops... (Panthean and CynfulTragedy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Panthean</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 20:00:47</strong>
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				Jason shuddered at the pain of the whip, and feel of Azaraia's nails dragging along his erect penis. His cock fully hardened as she played with it. He had no idea what was coming, and tried to not think about the pain that would probably come with it. He cringed and froze still as hes skin bled at the whip's edges.<br><br>"Pain?" he questioned her, wanting to know what she was up to, but at the same time afraid of it. His hands eventually began to follow his mind's directions again, and he reached up and felt the whip, not having the strength to pull it away at all, so his arm sort of hung down from it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oops... (Panthean and CynfulTragedy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CynfulTragedy</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 20:18:28</strong>
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				"Pain and pleasure, they are but variations of the same." Azaraia whispered, her fingers still toying with his erection, the whip first caressing over his flesh then biting into it again, depending on the strength she chose to place behind the flicks of her wrist.<br><br>She grasped him hard enough to drag a gasp from his throat and smiled that serpentine smile that graced her features so often. "And you are not one to question me, my little warlock." She said close to his ear, the whip biting with more ferocity as her fingers worked against him. She began to chant softly then and as she did a surge built within the man at her mercy, filled with the sensation of burning fire but calling to a release from him, all the same. She knew this was how it felt for those she cast it upon. He was luckily not the one she had perfected the technique upon, he was merely at it's mercy.
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				Post by: <strong>Panthean</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 23:41:19</strong>
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				Jason's breathing increased as she grasped his cock harder, squeezing it beyond a pleasurable sensation. The whip continued to draw blood and tear skin from his chest and back and he groaned in pain. The anticipation was becoming worse than anything. He dropped his arm from the whip and sat limp there, his knees buried into the stinging, burning, hellish tar which seemed to, as if it had a mind of its own, reach up and wrap around his genitals with her hands.<br><br>Tears would have fallen, but the dry, hellfiery air had dried his eyes painfully, and any tears were vaporized. Inside him, he felt a fire burn his heart and stomach, causing intense pain. His whole body cringed and his muscles locked up in a violent spasm of shock. He would have fallen to the ground if the whip hadn't held him in place.
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				Post by: <strong>CynfulTragedy</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 23:54:23</strong>
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				She smiled, satisfied at the state she had rendered so easily within the warlock.<br><br>She released him from the whip and her vice-like grip, circling him once again, contemplating what she should do next.<br><br>Finally, she smiled to herself and moved before him, pushing him back with the sharp toes of her left foot so that he was forced to look at her. <br><br>"Please me." She said simply. "Please me, and convince me that I should ease your suffering for even a moment."
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				Post by: <strong>Panthean</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 00:02:42</strong>
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				Jason looked at her as her sharp toes dug into him and groaned at the pain. He breathed heavily trying to get a grip. He opened his mouth but the words couldn't come out for a few moments. He clenched his eyes shut, trying desperately to force tears to ease the burning. It didn't work and he looked back up at her. He spoke again, "yes... mistress," he spat the words out, "how do you want me to please you?" His cock refused to un-harden, and the burning black goo that covered it burned unbelievably, and didn't stop burning, even after most of it dripped off.
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				Post by: <strong>CynfulTragedy</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 00:12:37</strong>
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				She swayed before him, her nakedness encompassing his vision. She moved until her sex was placed in the center of his vision, and then her voice came in the same serpentine tones around him.<br><br>"You are going to take the very same tongue that whispered that pathetic little spell, and you are going to plant it between my thighs until I believe you've done a good enough job. If you do well, I may spare you the searing of your soul for now. If you fail...then your agony will only grow worse."<br><br>She readjusted her foot's position on his shoulder and raked her nails along his collarbone none-too-gently. She waited, her whip at the ready should he attempt to defy her.
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				Post by: <strong>Panthean</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 00:18:43</strong>
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				Jason nodded and stared at her nakedness, his eyes gleaming at her dark red, almost scaly skin around her pussy. He cringed and gritted his teeth, his eyes squinting as she dragged her toenails through his flesh. He reopened his eyes and looked again at the red flesh before him and didn't think for a second to defy her. He forced his mouth against her lips and lapped at them briefly before he penetrated her with his tongue. He held on to her thighs to balance himself, and rubbed his tongue back and forth against her clitoris, pressing hard around it and forcing his lips against her.
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				Post by: <strong>CynfulTragedy</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 03:23:30</strong>
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				She received a perverse pleasure from his ministrations to her sex. She knew he had to be recoiling at his very core, and that more than the actual physical sensation thrilled her. She was a demon, after all, and one quite happy "at home" as it were. She wondered idly to herself as he worked against her how he would react if he realized that this was the way she portrayed Hell, not necessarily what Hell itself looked like.<br><br>She admitted to have gained a great deal of pleasure out of concocting this typical representation of the realm just for him, the little warlock who dared to believe he could harness his power with his own.<br><br>She dug her toenails deeper into his shoulder, holding him impaled against her and she let him continue awhile longer. He was working valiantly, she would give him that, using his tongue with dedication and a skill which had undoubtedly pleased many a mortal woman in his time.<br><br>She made him continue until she was able to feel the warmth spreading through her, the reaction to physical sensation that was her own form of pleasure, the knowledge that she was taking his soul's essence bit by bit. With each passing moment of torture, each emotional reaction he had, he was closer and closer to wanting to be here, wanting to be hers. He just didn't realize it yet.<br><br>She pushed him away, satisfied for the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Oops... (Panthean and CynfulTragedy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Panthean</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 04:05:05</strong>
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				Jason writhed in pain as the demoness's toes pushed deeper into his shoulder. He continued eating out her pussy without stopping until she pushed him off. He looked up at her, knowing that she hadn't come to a complete orgasm yet. He wondered if that meant that he failed, and breathed heavily, unsure of what was coming next.<br><br>He stayed there, forced in his position on his knees, with her toes dug deep into his shoulder. He gazed at her and licked his dried and cracked lips. "Was that not good enough?" he asked, nervous about what might have been coming.
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				Post by: <strong>CynfulTragedy</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 04:04:37</strong>
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				She chuckled to herself, even as she could feel his essence coiling about in her belly. "It was sufficient..." She murmured in her strange melodic voice. "...for now."<br><br>She walked in a slow circle about him, contemplating if she should ease his torment for the moment. He'd be useless to her if stayed like this. It was something she'd learned during her existence. While torture was fun, one had to take breaks from it or the subject was doomed to be nothing but a quivering mass, intelligence lost and madness taking its place.<br><br>She wrapped her tail deftly around his arm once again and tugged. The appendage had a lot of strength in it and she pulled him easily behind her. As she walked the air grew a little easier to breathe, and the temperatures not quite so searing.
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				Post by: <strong>Panthean</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 04:52:56</strong>
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				Jason quivered a bit as she circled around him, even when she had told him it was enough for now, he couldn't stop shaking. The burning air and the dry heat, along with the black tar on the ground was beginning to become unbearable. He felt his arm get pulled, and was dragged along the ground a few feet before he forced his legs to start working again, and followed the demoness through hell. He felt himself beginning to be able to breath a bit easier, and felt his burns healing a bit.<br><br>He breathed heavily a few times, and looked at her and continued following her, "Where are we going?" he asked her, "are you changing the air and ... everything?"
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				Post by: <strong>CynfulTragedy</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 04:35:24</strong>
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				"You ask far too many questions." The demoness purred as they walked along, the ground changing decidedly in texture into something less cracked, smoother beneath their feet. The air shifted until it was decidedly cool. She did so enjoy these games of transmutations. It was especially fun with a pet that had never been introduced to such things before. <br><br>By the time they came to the end of their journey, the ground had changed into sleek black stone, cool underfoot. In the distance there was a circle etched into the floor and amidst the pools that circled there were flames of all colors and none that burned and crackled.<br><br>She walked into the midst of that circle and the flames rose, almost as though in welcome. "So tell me, little warlock." She said as she approached the altar, and there was the glint of dull metal in the light from the fires. "Why did you think you needed a demon to possess, when we are notorious for possession being our particular talent?"
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				Post by: <strong>Panthean</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 06:29:52</strong>
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				Jason looked up at her, feeling his life, or whatever it was now, flush back into him; his soul become revitalized with this new demonic energy. He widened his eyes and breathed heavily, shaking his head at all that had happened. He got a hold of himself finally, and responded. "I..." he stuttered, not sure if he could afford to anger the demon mistress with his attempt to enslave her. He thought about it, and thought through what he had originally planned.<br><br>"I wanted to bring a powerful demon from hell onto Earth," he said, lying, "I had intended to use him or her to take over a castle, and kill a king for his lands." He swallowed. The real reason was not so power mongering, and not so full of adventure and bold actions. His original plan was to bring a much weaker demoness from the void for his own, selfish purposes, and not even for anything as bold as fighting. He wanted to summon himself a demon sex slave. Oh how the tables had turned, he lost control somewhere, and the spell summoned a demoness much more powerful than he had expected.
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