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    Vlad
    Vlad

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    Post by Vlad 24th August 2016, 11:13 am



     
    WC: 708 |Total: 708 |Needed: 9000
     


     
    Vlad rolled over, rubbing the side of his neck. "Hey, did you bite me?" He chuckled, looking over to the female. "Kinky..." He smirked, slowly rising to his feet. "That was... fun. Kind of unexpected, but its not like I mind." He chuckled, looking around the room; he had lost track of his clothes. Where did he toss them? The Necromancer had been killed, and their object completed. One could call this little encounter a "celebration" of sorts, or a way to relieve stress. Well, it didn't really matter. She was a fun time, and it was definitely an experience he enjoyed. Thoroughly. 


    Bending over, he would reach under one of the dilapidated tables, grabbing his shirt and putting it on. "I really don't mind kinks, but damn! You bit me pretty good... How'd it taste?" He chuckled, bending over he would grab the rest of his clothes; seemed they landed on the beginning of the staircase. Slipping his boxers back on, he would slide into his jeans. Turning around, he would look to the female. With a smirk on his face he would lean against the banister. Running his hand through his hair something hit him. Something felt... Off. Perhaps he was a bit ambitious? No, it was not something as simple as a simple muscle cramp; nothing like that at all. Hot. He felt a heat suddenly overtake his body; this head was as though someone had stuck him inside an oven, and trapped him inside. He had never experienced such a heat, such a pain, before. 


    Grabbing the banister, he would begin to wobble. Falling backwards, he would land on the staircase. Convulsions, this is what would follow. Random spasms that he could not control; his body would no longer operate under his command. Electrical signals ran through his mind; running from hemisphere to hemisphere it would loop around with the assistance of the corpus callosum. Consciousness was the only thing he was able to hold onto; he had no control over his body, twitching and convulsing all on its own. Unable to speak, unable to move he had to simply lay there, allowing the process to run its toll. His arms would continue to flail about, crashing into the arms of the banister. His head twitched to the right; this had to be the most aggravating experience in his life; well, damn near close. It felt like an eternity, time move in an extraordinary speed; it was as all motion had halted; as though time had stopped in this one instance, simply to torture the man. His arms would begin to return to his side, his body subduing itself. 


    What the fuck... This is all he was able to think, the convulsions stopping. "What the actual fuck!?" He exclaimed, looking around the room. Vlad was bewildered, angry, he needed some sort of explanation; he needed something that would explain why these things were occurring. Grabbing banister, yet again, he could pull himself upwards; he needed to stand. There was nothing he could think of that could have caused this, no wait. There was only one thing that had changed. "What, exactly, are you? Would you please explain? I really don't mind. I quite enjoyed this, and the last time we met was pleasant as well. I simply would like something to make sense..." He was looking for some semblance of order; for things to make sense. 


    Walking forward, trying to close the distance between the two, something would hit him. "Not again..." He sighed; it seemed he did not show any real fear towards these things. No fear of death, or the pain these experiences would flood him with. This was something he had simply accepted, and in such a quick manner. "Marceline, please do tell..." His voice would quickly disappear. Opening his mouth, nothing would escape. Air... It wasn't entering his lungs. This was something he did not expect. This was something that, actually, concerned him. Grabbing his throat, he began to look around. The more he moved, however, the more doomed he was. Dropping to his knee, his vision fading, he was losing consciousness. Vision blurry, he would fall forward, only to cover his face with his arms; what was going on? 
       
    @Marceline 
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    Vlad's Defiance: +25% dmg resistance
    Death's Blessing: +20% dmg
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    Deaths Consumption: +3% MP/post
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    Post by Guest 24th August 2016, 6:07 pm

    No, I won't fall for this again, I'll always see behind your smoke and mirrors. I know you love me deep inside, your simply caught up in
    her lie

    Marceline stretched in her place where she had been laying, covering her mouth with a slender hand as she yawn. Her red optics blinked open as she heard Vlad shuffling beside her and mentioning something about her biting him. She sat up and bared her teeth a little, pressing her thumb against one of the canines and pricking herself with it. It was possible she had bitten his neck too hard, but if she had, she likely forced a change into his system that would alter the way he worked. Not that she minded what she had done to him; though, he would likely not forgive her for what was about to ensue. Quietly she stood to her feet as Vlad went on a hunt for his clothing, muttering things under his breath that she couldn't quite discern. "I tend to bite my victims, sorry," she answered him after she had stood to her feet and dug around for her pouch.

    "It happens when you have as sharp of canines as I do; they are meant to bite and suck out the blood and soul of a person," Marceline responded softly. She pulled out a palmful of ash and blew it out in front of her, letting it wrap around her bodice and stick to her. At first, the ash moved slowly, coating itself over her smooth, clay-like skin and thickening as it worked over her. Her shirt was formed first and foremost; a simple halter top that was made out of leather and buttoned in the front with gold-colored clips. Second came the short shorts, mimicking the appearance of jeans that were cut far too short than they should have been. Third were the combat boots that covered her from heel to toe and lifted her by another two inches from her natural height. Lastly, was the crimson cloak that flowed out around her ankles, hiding the majority of her curvaceous body from view.

    A shift in the way Vlad's presence moved caused Marceline to look up from the pouch of ash resting on the table. "Are you all right, Vlad? Did I really leave you that weak in the knees from earlier?" she inquired, snickering a bit. However, when he fell down, she panicked and screamed out his name, rushing over to his side, where he had fallen. She had never seen a reaction to her venom as the one that he had taken on; it was rather frightening the least to say. For fuck's sake, she was a succubus, not a vampire! What sort of effects did the poison in her fangs have on people? "Vlad, can you hear me? Stay with me!" she ordered, a frown appearing on her lips and wrinkling her youthful features. In all honesty, she wasn't certain what she was meant to do; she wanted to intervene, but she knew she couldn't.

    It wouldn't be long after that Vlad's convulsions stopped and he sat up, looking around in confusion from the ordeal. Marceline sat back and stared at him in worry, though didn't say anything to him as he cursed and stood to his feet. She bit her tongue, but after a few seconds of hearing him muttering and cursing about the course of events, she couldn't any longer. "You really shouldn't be standing up so quickly after an event like that! What happens if it occurs again?" she yelled at him. Marcy snapped her mouth shut after realizing what she was doing and looked away from him, so he wasn't able to see the look of shame in her eyes. When he asked her what she was, she merely shook her head, not wanting to tell him what kind of monster she was. He didn't need to know what sustained her and kept her inanimate body animate despite what it was made from.

    She backed away from him, but he only came closer, persistent on knowing the truth behind her origins that she couldn't even answer for herself. "As far as I'm aware, Death made me into a succubus," she responded to him in a reluctant tone of voice. "If I'm something other than a succubus, then I don't know what I could possibly be; I just know that the poison on my fangs can kill. What other effects they have, the hell if I know. . . I don't use them that often as I have other means of stealing souls." Marceline fell silent after answering him, flicking her eyes toward him to get a peek of how he was reacting to her words. However, he had dropped to his knees by the time she looked at him, grasping at his throat as if he couldn't breathe. In a matter of seconds, a distraught look appeared on Marcy's face and she was frozen in place by what was happening.

    Marceline wanted to rip her fangs out, to never use them again, but at the same time, she found a pleasure in his pain. The distraught look turned to a smirk and her hands fell to her sides, then crossed each other in front of her chest. "You're going through the process of death," she retorted in a sadistic tone, the smirk never once leaving her lips. "After a few more minutes, you'll be dead on the ground, your body cold, and your soul settled deliciously in my stomach. Of course, I can give it back to you if you'd like, but you'd come back a changed man from what you were." She shrugged her shoulders and sat on the ground, looking his level in the eyes, a dark aura seemingly surrounding her. "How's it feel to be the underdog in this situation, Vlad?" she inquired, "makes you feel useless and pathetic, doesn't it?"

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    Vlad
    Vlad

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    Harbinger of Death

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    Post by Vlad 25th August 2016, 8:36 am



     
    WC: 876 |Total: 1584 |Needed: 9000
     


     
    Marceline had rushed over by his side, though it seemed he had disregarded that. He had not really noticed, perhaps he was a bit too distracted by the pace in which things moved. Having heard all of this, none of it would make sense until he was on the ground. Cold... It's cold... He though to himself. It seemed this was the end, and the last few things that crossed his mind were the things he had ignored; her tears. The way she seemed to panic when the whole ordeal occurred. She actually cared for him. That was unexpected. That was something he couldn't forget. It annoyed him that he had simply ignored the tears, and the pleas. He should have listened, even if only to comfort her.

    If he could, he would let out a light sigh. Looking at the female, it seemed she was a bit of a sadist? Well, that was fine. Moving his hand up, he would poke her cheek; though, that was all the energy he had left in him. As he passed on, it was a cold embrace; something he held no fear to. He knew what was in store for him; he knew where he would go. He was prepared to face those who he had killed. In all honesty, he expected it. He had no remorse, nor any regret, for what he did. He had his motives, and he stayed true to them. Wait, something was off; he felt a warmth pulling him back. 

    His eyes shot open, he was back. Lurching forward, he would grab Marecline by the cheek. "You are something else, you know that? I accepted my death. I don't mind dying dear, please do not taunt me." He chuckled, leaning in and kissing her. "Honestly, now, please do talk to me. I do wish to know more about you; and now I could even say myself. Please?" He urged her, now moving forward. 

    Such an aura would surround this girl, when she was just on the verge of tears. "So, very, interesting..." He marveled, looking her over. "Well, a few things make sense now..." He laughed, walking over to the female, sitting beside her. "I don't really mind, so speak!" This is what he would say, though something was tingling him. His chest? What was going on? Moving his hand up to his neck he felt no pulse; well, he did die... But wait. This was not the feeling. That was simply a cold feeling that overtook his body. No, this was something more; it felt as though it was a primal desire. Something that brought the human race this far. No, that still wasn't right. It was much stronger. A desire that he couldn't simply ignore. This was a fundamental piece of his existence. Looking over to Marceline his eyes would begin to wander.

    Looking her over it was as though he was looking at her for the first time; her voluptuous breasts, and fine ass all stood out. Rubbing his eyes, he looked away. The fuck is wrong with me? Wait.... she is a succubus... No way, it can't be.... Looking over to Marceline his mind was filled with a mixture of the memories of the sensual, heat filled acts they just committed and fantasies. The lines began to blur, he was beginning to lose himself to it. Smirking, he would look over to Marceline. "Underdog? Useless? Pathetic? You address me as these things?" He chuckled, moving over to face the female. 
       
    Carnal desires; something that he could no longer resist. Something that was simply whispering into his ear, egging him forward. His body couldn't lie. Moving forwards, he would lean in. Grabbing her by the ass he would fall forward. Now, laying atop Marceline, he would hesitate. What, exactly, am I doing? He began to think to himself, though the thoughts were quickly erased by this urge that filled his body; it shook his very core. No, it was his very core. How could he resist the essence of what he was? This was all something that Vlad was still unclear of. Could one resist the urges? How did Marceline do it?

    Leaning in grazing his lips against hers, he would move his head to the side; now, whispering into her ear, "Tell me, how does one resist such... Carnal... desires?" His voice was shaky, as though it was teetering between two different options; this was the best he could do. 

    Moving his head downwards, he would simply rest it on her shoulder; holding back was all he could do right now. Having two paths laid out before him he felt as though either would be fine; it seemed that both would lead to the same ending. No, this is simply a sense of security... He was lost. How did one simply adapt to a change such as this in a short period of time? Surely it wouldn't be easy, but it could be done. "Pathetic? Useless? No, I am a survivor. I will change things." He said these things as though they were something that could alter the truth; change the very fabric of the existence he found himself in. Turning his head, he would simply look up at her. 

    @Marceline
    HP:200| MP:100| ß:100
    Vlad's Defiance: +25% dmg resistance
    Death's Blessing: +20% dmg
    Soul Resonance: +10% dmg
    Deaths Consumption: +3% MP/post
    Soul Link
    Abilities used:

    MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0


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    Post by Guest 25th August 2016, 11:17 am

    No, I won't fall for this again, I'll always see behind your smoke and mirrors. I know you love me deep inside, your simply caught up in
    her lie

    In spite of her cruel actions she often took, Marceline was far from a creature that was meant to merely slaughter and hate. She had within her a sense of pride and hope; a belief that things only deserved death when it was truly their time. Her master was the one that forced her into mercilessly killing and hurting those that didn't deserve death so soon. Ultimately, she had crushed this sweet side of herself, the side that still peeked out on occasion when the time called for it. The side that, no matter what events would take place, would always remain there as a sentiment memory of her past. A childlike remnant of what could have been, had she not died at such a young age that she had milleniums ago. Hope and innocence that still believed things were fairy tales and happy endings, despite knowing none of that was true.

    The feeble action the young man took only slightly relieved Marceline as she was poked in the cheek, her face turning away slightly. Her hand placed itself over his and moved it away from her face, but didn't let it go as she felt cold inching over his skin. She only watched him in silence, knowing there wasn't a single thing that she was able to do to prevent his death. Red optics wandered down to the paled hand on the dying man, spreading out his fingers and placing her palm-to-palm with his. Marceline brought it up to her face and stared at the significance of size between his hand and hers, but never said anything. Eventually, a sigh released from her lips and she set his hand back on the ground, laying it still where he now lay cold. However, as she thought him dead, the tips of her fingers discerned a warmth to the once frozen hand and her gaze glanced to his face.

    Instantaneously, he would sit up as if he had never died in the first place and grab hold of her face with his hands. She stared him in the eyes, unsure of what to make of the turn of events; so, she remained there in silence and his grasp. He murmured a few things toward her, then kissed her on the lips, which had taken her by surprise the second he had. Confused and slightly nervous, she didn't make a move in return of his, keeping still until he pulled back and spoke again. Prying her face free of his hands, the woman sat back and rubbed her lips with the back of her hand and calmed down. "Succubi are demons who take the form of beautiful and desirable women and take the vitality of men in their sleep. Our mother is known as Lilith, she was the first succubus to come to life, and we are her children, called Lilin."

    Her eyes minutely scanned him over while she spoke, looking for any signs of difference in him, other than a lack of a human soul. "When I had bitten you, I induced a change in your system that would release your human soul from your body. That human soul would come to me and in return, I would give you back a demonic soul to fill the emptiness of yourself. It's a simple and quick process that you wouldn't notice take effect until the demon inside kills off the remaining parts of your humanity. You'll be faced with unspeakable desires, a lust that simply won't be satisfied no matter how much you try to satisfy it. You are that which is condemned to a life of eternal misery unless you learn to enjoy what you have now become." Despite the tension from earlier, the sadistic side of herself had quelled in order to explain to him his change.

    Facing him again, he was closer than he naturally should have been, muttering words beneath his breath to her. Her eyes lidded themselves slightly, watching the man's actions as the incubus inside reached out to take over his body. "Incubi are the inferior gender for lustful demons, you merely go out to increase our species, we succubi do all of the dirty work. But you have more power than you think you do; it isn't just a carnal lust that is aching at your insides twenty-four-seven. You have the power to will people into doing as you please just by your voice, your thoughts can send them into ecstasy. Use what you have to your advantage because as an incubus is a creature more powerful than humankind knows him to be." A smirk played across her lips again and she snapped her teeth at him, only to have Vlad inch forward and press her down.

    She pressed her hands against his chest, keeping at arm's length as an equally irresistible desire washed over her. The tattoo on her back pulsated beneath her cloak like a heartbeat thudding from excitement and anticipation of what was to come. Before long, the sensation washed over her and sections of the tattoo began to peel off and come to life. Leathery wings spread out from her underside, the translucent skin clear and filled with blue and purple veins. Each part of her clothing was replaced with a hard casing of bone, covering the vitalities of her body from harm. Horns curled out from the sides of her head, mimicking gazelle antlers, where they sharpened at the tips like a sword. Marceline bared her fangs at him and raised her cloven feet to his underside and pushed him off her before she stood to her feet.

    "There is no true way to resist the desires of an incubus, but you can quell them enough to resist the urge. I had to find it how to quell mine the hard way, but even to this day, I still struggle to maintain a morality unlike the succubi's. You need to find out your own way and whether you do or don't is up to you; it is, however, you wish it to be," she responded to him. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and crossed her arms over her chest, folding in her wings to her backside. "We are not pretty creatures and that is why we take on the form of beautiful women to fool our victims into believing we're real. Enjoy your new abilities. I'll be here to teach you how to use them if that is what you would like the most." Her gaze raked over him once more, a devilish looking coming to her features as she stood towering above his form.

    "Don't worry, Vlad," she spoke to him again, "you'll get used to your new life, just as quickly as I had to. Now, what is the first and foremost thing that you would like me to teach you about being an incubus in this world? Oh, I should also inform you that you don't need physical touch in order to drive a person into madness, just your voice. You can become so desirable to them that you are the only thing they long for and drive them to a madness that kills them. Or you can go my favored route and force them into doing unspeakable deeds and draining their life force that way. You live off of that now; though I suppose you have always eaten souls? If not, I can teach you how to drain them properly." She moved around him, looking him over, waiting for an answer, feeling that it was only proper to teach someone she turned.

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    Vlad
    Vlad

    Harbinger of Death


    Harbinger of Death

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    Age : 23
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    Post by Vlad 25th August 2016, 12:38 pm


    THERE IS A THIN LINE
    between what is good and what is evil
    I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable


     
    Despite how he had reacted, Vlad was a prideful man; having been taken back by the confusion it seemed he had needed a catalyst to snap him out of his confused state. How could he have allowed himself to be so swept up by the flow of things that he had forgotten who he was? A man who cared not for the opinions of many others; a man who felt that most were beneath him; a man who believe in the simple truth that this nation was corrupt; a man who was as narcissistic as he was beautiful. This was his true nature. He was not a person who would be fearful over death! Who would? Death was simply another journey he would face, though only when it was his time. Marceline had quickly changed; having acted in a very cute manner, it disappeared. Simply moving her face as he poked her face was the first indicator. Well, this was something that made more sense. She was not, usually, a caring person. Succubus? Hm... That makes sense. He thought to himself, though it seemed she was already diving deeper and deeper into the history of the species; this was all the past. Lilith did not effect his current situation, at least not directly; sure, she was the thing that allowed for this situation to occur, but that was not a bad thing. So, that was death... Very dull... I don't see what the big deal is...

    Listening to the female it seemed he began to understand his situation; to forever be filled with these desires. Well, these were things he often thought of anyway; this, however, felt like a necessity. It amplified what he desired. What he would fantasize about when he first laid eyes on a female that he found to be attractive; a decently sized, voluptuous, pair of breasts; a round ass. If he really though on this, they were traits of Marceline. Well, it would explain why these urges were so strong at the moment; his new body. His new soul. It simply projected the truth of this desire. He wanted to fuck her. Plain and simple. This was the power of a succubus, the power of an incubus; revealing the true desires of those around them. Being able to lure in any person they chose, it was an easy tactic. Luring them in with your voice, causing them to want you so badly they go insane. Simply speaking to the person could cause their demise; this was something that brought a smirk to his lips. He now began to imagine what things would have been like if he had this gift earlier. Torturing a person, and having them still lust after you. Amazing. The number of opportunities this offered was enumerable. He was excited, he couldn't wait to use these new abilities of his.

    Vlad suddenly watched as the female transformed it something new; something he had never seen before. Having been kicked off the female, he was now on the ground. Listening to her words, there were a few things that he came to realize. She had a relatively low self-esteem for a person of her caliber. She called herself an ugly creature, but that confused Vlad. What he saw was something akin to beauty. Sure, it was in a different form, but it was beautiful none the less. This is when he realized he was still on the ground, and he simply allowed her to continue. It seemed he had a long road ahead of him; he would have to learn of the abilities this new form granted him, the rules of living as an incubus, and the simple characteristics of the species. It was an entirely new world to Vlad, and he was very excited to be a part of it. Immortality. He now had enough time to do whatever it was that he pleased to do. Allowing her to finish her monologue he would begin his own retort to her actions.

    Standing up, brushing the dust off of himself, he simply looked at her. Running his hand through his hair, he seemed to be thinking; it was rather difficult. Images of what they were doing continually flooded his mind; forcing his desires to the surface. He would not let them get a hold of him, at least not without a fight. "What nonsense do you speak, Marceline? You say that you are an ugly creature, but what I see standing before me is beauty. While it may not take the form of a human being, you are beautiful nonetheless. I presume this life is about accepting yourself. Sure, you must learn to..." He stopped for a moment, thoughts of pushing Marceline to her limit flashed through his mind; he simply slapped his cheek, looking away; looking into the darkness, he could concentrate on it. The nothingness it offered. "Where was I? Ah, yes. You must learn to accept your desires, and control them. Accept what you are, and live on? Is that not what this is? What this will be? The simple act of survival." He stated, confident in what he had been saying.

    Taking a step forward, Vlad would be a bit bold. He knew she held the key to teaching him all about this new lifestyle; of how he would be forced to live. "I hope you will help me learn to adapt to this new lifestyle. I am sure there is plenty for you to reach me, in fact, I think you'll enjoy it. I'm sure we will enjoy each others company! We get along so well. I do need some sort of guidance in this endeavor!" He stated, taking another step forward. Looking her over nothing but lust overtook his mind, but he attempted to suppress that. "I have never, actually, devoured a soul. I have only ever destroyed them. Perhaps I should stop that..." He chuckled, walking forward, now returning to how he had originally been. A mere inches between the two he began to speak in a lighter tone, a more assuring one. "We could have so much fun together. What do you think? There would only be a few things I would request. The first being you never say that you are an ugly creature. You, truly, are not. You hold a splendid beauty, and I enjoy it. The second would be to teach me of your world. Our world. What do you say?" He asked, looking into her eyes. Perhaps this would help deepen the bond between the two. This, however, pushed him over the edge. It seemed he was only able to stave off this desire for so long. He was truly entertained by the images that ran through his mind and he allowed one to come forward. Placing his arm around her wait, he pulled her in. "What do you have to lose?" He whispered, interested in how she would reply.

    @Marceline
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    HP:200| MP:100| ß:100
    Vlad's Defiance: +25% dmg resistance
    Death's Blessing: +20% dmg
    Soul Resonance: +10% dmg
    Deaths Consumption: +3% MP/post
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    Post by Guest 11th September 2016, 6:58 pm

    No, I won't fall for this again, I'll always see behind your smoke and mirrors. I know you love me deep inside, your simply caught up in
    her lie

    "There is a counterpart to our species, he is our father and the one we look to in times of need," she started after she had gained his attention. "His name was Lilo, and he was the incubus to our Lilith; the man who took men's vitality and used it to birth more succubi and incubi." She reached down and dug into her pouch of infinity, pulling free the ashes of the dead she had long-since collected. Placing her hands in front of her, the ash floated out of her hand and in the air between Vladimir and herself. It shaped and reformed itself until two figures stood standing in the center of the space that was between him and her. One was a burly-looking male, standing tall above the other figure, who looked more feeble and feminine than the other. The fragile one began to glow a bright red from the inside out, like something was heating it at its very core.

    "Lilith, the mother of the succubi, would go out at nights and collect the vitality of men, bringing it back at daytime for Lilo. You see, Lilo and Lilith were lovers, they worked as a unit to create and destroy the succubi and incubi under their control. Without the other, one would not be their self because, without the other, one could not do their job as the demon of lust that they are," Marceline explained. "As such, when Lilo died of unknown causes, Lilith wept tears of sorrow, believing that this would be the end of their race." When she spoke this, the aura of the feminine figurine turned a solemn, calm blue and the ashes began to drip down its face like tears. "It became so that when she believed her children would not live any longer, a new means of creating her kind was brought around. She taught her children the trade that her lover and she did so that their kind could live on once she, too, passed on."

    Instantaneously, the woman curled her fingers together and crushed the feminine figure shortly after the masculine one had been shattered. The ash flowed around in a torrent at the center of the space, until it wove toward Vladimir, spiraling around his physique. "But I am not just a succubus, I am everything and I am nothing all at once; I can be your rival, but I can also be your lover. People are not held down by my will because they cannot step foot near me without death taking hold of them. I can control them, bend their will to mine as I wish; in fact, what do you think happens to all of my victims?" she inquired to Vlad. "Once they are in my grasp, I pull them in toward me and with my abilities as a succubus, I can rape and kill them all at once. For me, it is more effective when I am dealing with males, but for you, it will be the opposite. . . dealing with the women."

    The Nether material tightened closer to his body, allowing for Marceline to casually get closer to him without a fight. She leaned in toward his ear, brushing her lips against the shell of the appendage, her breath wispy against it as she spoke. "I can induce any sort of emotion that I wish for you to feel, by just a few words whispered into your ear." Her hand reached out and glided along his arm, aiming to send chills down his spine while also inducing a sense of misery and sorrow. "You will be able to do the same, but first you have to learn to control that desire that you feel boiling inside of you. It's not something that you can easily quell; it's a feeling that will always be felt burning in the depths of your core. All you have to do is learn how to use it to your advantage and once you do, the entirety of your demonic self will be at your leisure."

    Her ashes would pull away from his body and form into a ball in the palm of her hand as she took a step away from him. She let her gaze drop from the eyes of Vlad down to the ball that was grasped tightly between her fingers and palm. "As an incubus. . . as both a succubus and an incubus, we're capable of manipulating images to place in the minds of our victims." When she said this, her gaze would wander back up to Vladimir's, looking him in the eye before she lifted her hand up. The ashen material floated away from her hand and spread out around the duo, slowly multiplying and encasing them. Marceline looked away from him and toward the blackened dome that now surrounded the area at which the stood. A sly grin spread across her lips and she turned her features to stare back into the eyes of the one she had turned.

    One by one, the particles would begin to fall away from their placement on the dome, until they floated around them as if they were frozen in time. If it were to take effect as she had stated, Vlad would begin to experience insatiable pain over his body from the Nether particles. Before long, memories would begin to resurface to his mind, first ones that were pleasurable to him, ones that would cause him joy. After which, those memories would begin to fade away until they faded into memories that were more miserable and hard to watch. Until at long last, Marceline would let a memory surface into the mind of the male that was not his own memory. This memory would be of the two of them in bed, herself crawling over the top of him, what unspeakable deeds being done. Near the end of this memory, he would discover that in this dream-like world, the Marceline he thought her to be would betray him and rip his heart out.

    "I do not care what I look like; I merely change forms so as to seduce the ones that I am after," she explained to him. "You may not be so capable of merely changing forms as I am; your body may not offer the limits that mine does. Just because you are capable of doing certain things that others are not capable of doing, does not mean you are capable of doing what others can do. My body is different to yours; I can utilize every part of it so that I can take advantage of my victims to the fullest. Of course, you will be able to access an incubus form if you so wish, just as I am able to access my true form. However, your form will look drastically different to him. You will not be this half-goat, half human creation that I am. And if you so wish, you can make this new life as any game that you wish: one of survival, one of lust, one of torture. . . the possibilities are endless."

    The barrier around them seemingly dropped, ending the nightmare that would have been clouding Vladimir's mind. "What I love the most about being a succubus is watching as the life is sapped out of the victims below me," Marcy stated in a loving tone. It was one that was rather gleeful as well, enjoying the fact that she had countless encounters where one person died. She remembered suffocating a lot of them, sending them into abysmal pleasure while also mutilating their bodies. Each victim she had, had countless ways of dying and she made sure to choose the perfect one just for them. As they lay beneath her, enjoying the pleasure she gave to them, they never once thought of the pain that it also caused. In a way, it sated her desire to give people a peaceful way to the afterlife, but she also loved being the sadistic one.

    "It isn't about enjoying each other's company, Vladimir, an incubus and succubus only work with each other to get things that they want. Do not think that I'll lay in bed with you simply because of the fact that you have become my counterpart in a way. I will, of course, teach as you so wish, but you must be a vigilant creature to what I explain to you about your new self. At the same time, you must promise me to help me with what I wish to be helped with; only then will I help you." Her gaze, after it had wandered around the room for a little while longer, finally fell back to the male's face. "I have discovered a new magic that I wish to learn, but I have no one that I am able to test it on. If you're willing to be my subject, I'll be yours." The offer was now on the table and if would openly accept what she had to offer, then she would willingly help him.

    What he had not realized was that she had already begun to use her newly discovered magic on him in this time. The emotions that he had felt, the memories that he had seen, were all because of the magic she had at hand. If not for the Nether in the area around them, she would not have been able to bluff as well as she had been. She knew a lot about the incubi and succubi, but not as much as she was offering to explain to the new changling male. Hell, she didn't even know what potential the male in front of her had; he could end up being stronger than her. After all, it was only assumed to her that the incubus was the stronger part of the demons of lust so told in mythology. Should she be correct, then Vladimir was quite capable of things that she could only dream of being able to do.

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    Post by Vlad 18th September 2016, 6:47 pm


    THERE IS A THIN LINE
    between what is good and what is evil
    I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable


     
    Were the sins of your father yours to bear? What was the past of a species when compared to the history of the universe; what was age in a world where the immortal existed. These were all things that Vlad found no merit in even considering; who cared for he past? If it was not his own, then it meant little to nothing to him; he was the man who would change the future, not alter the past! It was these thoughts that would alter his mind; alter was too strong a word; these thoughts always crept in the recesses of his mind, it is not as though they did not exist! These thoughts were merely those he kept close to himself, they were things he felt others did not need to know; even if they did, who would truly care? It is not as though they had the same gall as him! It is not as though they could act on these thoughts anymore than he could! Origins, creation, these were things that all people had; all beings had; all demons had. Creation was one and the same as destruction; one led to the other, and it was obviously welcomed. Creation, and chaos; Chaos came before all of creation; Vlad would even say chaos is creation and destruction in harmony; it is all that the universe is. This, however, is neither here nor there.

    It seemed that she seemed to love to talk of their past, though Vlad did not understand why! Sure, it was important to understand your roots, and to appreciate them, but it was not everything. While you were your fathers son, you were your own person first and foremost. Was she unable to comprehend this simple fact? They often say, "To each their own." Was what she considered her own the past? Was she trapped in a past so dark that she simply looked at these stories of creation and held them so dearly, as to avoid it? Well, whatever her reason may be, he was not fond of it. He did not care much for the death of the man. He was not someone he knew, nor was he that man. It was something that happened, because it had to happen. It was over. It is in the past. 

    Standing; it seemed this was what she would focus on at this point. Standing between the two of them, what relationship they had. Was this even a relationship? Was this not just a fleeting moment that the two of them became swept up in? It seemed that there was a plethora of plausible reasons for all of this. It seemed what would, really decide, this was the way the two would proceed. Vlad was not in the position to choose much at the moment, he had realized that she would be helping him through this trying time, though he sensed that she was not very interested in doing such; she had her own agenda, just like the rest of the world; well, it is not as though he had expected anything more. She was still a person that he enjoyed, and would continue to enjoy. It was with this that he realized something; his urge was coming under his command. Well, it was something that felt amazing; not having to be a slave to his own carnal desires! How about that!? 

    It was as this crossed his mind that he could feel his body quickly turn hot; it seemed something was out of the ordinary. Why was he constantly feeling ill!? It was becoming bothersome! First he falls on his ass, then he dies, then he feels like shit! This was ridiculous and he did not see a need to experience it all, alas, he was not in control of what he would experience; he could not stop it from coming forth. Cracking noises would be heard; it seemed his body was taking on a new form, something he had no idea of. What was happening to him!? Letting out a slight moan, the skin on his forehead would move upward, before turning into horns. It seemed this was his appearance as an incubus. The whites of his eyes turned black, and the once hazel eyes turned red; this was his Incubus form. This was how his desires animated them self, and how his soul would be unleashed. Was this the proper explanation? Even he did not know.

    As this all occurred Marceline was still busy with her own speech on what she was, what they were and how they should treat each other; these things meant next to nothing to him at the moment; he was more concerned with why he felt so different, why he felt so much more powerful, why he felt as though he could destroy, conquest, and utterly command anything he pleased; why is it that amongst all these feelings he couldn't help but get distracted by her body. Was this the life an incubus led? One with such tremendous power, though a look at the opposite sex is able to distract them; drawing them in until nothing else was observable. Sure, he was still listening, but it was not processing. It was as though he was being drawn into an abyss with no way out; it was a black hole for thoughts. 

    He had to be able to avoid this; to train himself to stay focused, even with a female around him. This had to be possible. It must be, though he was not thinking of this; he could only think of a plethora of lewd thoughts; thoughts that would prove he was now a demon of lust; this demon of lust, however, was just as proud; his pride would be what could save him from this situation he found himself in. 

    He would not allow this simple distraction to lead him off the path he had worked so hard to obtain; he could already tell the monstrous effects this would have if he was unable to condemn this damned distraction to hell; he would endure this! He would be triumphant, like all other times he had needed to be!

    "Well, is this normal!?" He exclaimed, it seemed she had just finished speaking as he exclaimed this; Well, he meant no disrespect, he was merely curious as to why he was changing, though it was to be expected; he was no longer human! It is not like he disliked this feeling, he simply needed to know what it meant for him and his future as an incubus. Would it be an advantage? Was this something not many could achieve? What, exactly, could he do in this form? Could he revert back? He assumed that this would not be a long term problem, but what did he know!? It could last for all of eternity, and he would not be the wiser; this was something that was already growing on him. He was beginning to like this feeling, this power. Sure, he could do amazing things already, but this pushed him over the edge into the powers of a legend; he could alter the fate of so many with this type of power; he could slaughter so many. He could finally change the world, gain the title he deserved. 

    "Please, do enlighten me on what it means for me; how will this effect my life! What shall happen to my body? Will it ever revert? These are the questions I would like answered! Of course we may help each other! I love to learn about this stuff! I am eager to know what is going on! Please do tell me, I wish to know it all. Knowledge is power and I love to know it all!" His tone was rather calm, though his eyes depicted what excitement he held with this new adventure! It was exhilarating. "Please, do continue!"

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