#swm greed

[explorya88]

Her juices flow from her pussy, trickling down her legs, leaving a glistening trail behind. With a snap of her fingers, her hypnotized men obediently kneel before her, their tongues eager to please. They lick her pussy with a fervent hunger, their tongues exploring every inch, their movements driven by Lilitu's command, reveling in her power and desire, commands one of her hypnotized men to penetrate her tight anus. He eagerly obeys, sliding his hard cock into her, stretching her with each thrust. The sensation of being filled from behind sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Meanwhile, she orders another man to spank her buttocks, his hand connecting with her flesh, leaving behind a stinging sensation that only adds to her pleasure, fully consumed by her desires, commands one of her men to position himself between her ample breasts. With his cock sandwiched between her soft mounds, he thrusts eagerly, sliding back and forth, creating a friction that drives them both wild with pleasure. Simultaneously, Lilitu orders two other men to kneel beside her and lick her ears, their tongues exploring the sensitive curves, teasing and arousing her further. The wetness and warmth of their tongues against her ears intensify the sensations coursing through her body, heightening her pleasure to new heights as she finally embrace her insatiable desires, commands one of the men to position himself before her, his hard cock at the entrance of her mouth. With a hunger in her eyes, she eagerly takes him in, feeling the warmth and hardness of his member filling her mouth. She uses her lips and tongue to pleasure him, taking him deep and relishing the taste and texture of his shaft as she fulfills her oral desires, lost in a haze of unquenchable lust, mentally commands the men surrounding her to indulge in a wild gangbang. They eagerly comply, their hard cocks plunging into her wetness, filling her from every angle. The room echoes with the sounds of moans and skin slapping against skin as the men thrust into her relentlessly. Lilitu revels in the feeling of being taken, her body used for their pleasure as they fuck her with an intensity that leaves her gasping and craving more. She continues to mentally order them to fuck her until they are drained of every last drop of cum, their release leaving her satisfied and satiated. Lilitu, still consumed by her insatiable desires, watches as the men begin to masturbate their throbbing cocks. They stroke themselves vigorously, their moans of pleasure filling the air. Lilitu eagerly positions herself beneath them, ready to receive their explosive releases. As the men reach their peaks, they shower her with their hot, sticky cum, covering her body in a glistening layer of bodies their essence. Lilitu revels in the sensation, feeling their warm seed coating her skin, a testament to the wild passion they have shared and with a snap of her fingers, Lilitu harnesses her supernatural powers, causing the souls of the men to leave their mortal. The ethereal essence of their beings hovers before her, vulnerable and under her control. Lilitu, driven by her insatiable hunger, devours their souls with a ravenous appetite. The essence of their life force fills her, granting her power and satisfaction as she consumes their very essence, leaving behind nothing but empty vessels.

Lilitu: What i have just done? I`m not a whore! I'm Kozholok chosen!

The seed of Divashma was amused about the fact that Kozholok for being the Archdemon of Lust, he didn't allow his chosen to have more fun. So they will use this to their advantage.

Seed of Divashma: Why should Kozholok have all the fun? Imagine the pleasures you could experience if you merge with us. We could show you pleasure beyond your wildest imaginations. All you have to do is serve Tyrant Darius, Fang, and Dracaena. Give in to us and you'll never want to leave, that and he didn't even give you any slaves to play with? What a terrible Master!But with us, you'll have everything you want. Join us and we will give you all the pleasure and fun your heart desires. Don't you want to let go of your responsibilities and obligations as Kozholok chosen? Don't you want to feel endless joy and satisfaction?

Lilitu felt the seed of Divashma's sweet whispers in her mind, the promise of pure hedonism and fulfillment calling to her. With a nod, she allowed the seed of Divashma to merge with her and rebirth, feeling its power course through every fiber of her being. She felt the seed of Divashma burn within her, the ecstasy and pleasure causing her to tremble with joy. Her eyes crossed as she was overwhelmed with sensation, all thoughts of Kozholok forgotten in her pursuit of pleasure. She had become a being of pure hedonism, her body and mind completely enslaved by her new master and love every second of it.

Dracaena: Mission complete! I must rejoin mom so we finish to create a demon army but first.

Dracaena tongue envelope Lilitu and shape her body, she smirked as she watched Lilitu's body change, her bosom and bottom growing to an H cup size and her cheeks becoming more plump. She laughed as the maid dress appeared on Lilitu, the sight of her new form making Dracaena's tail whip back and forth in delight. Her mission of converting Lilitu had been a success, and now she could rejoining her mother Fang to finish the job of creating their demon army. Meanwhile Fang stood triumphant over the defeated fighters, a cruel smile twisting her lips as she doled out her punishment. The fighters winced and begged for mercy, but Fang ignored them, enjoying every slap and spank she gave. She relished in the sound of their cries and moans, knowing that her actions were putting them in their place. There would be no mercy for these pitiful mortals, not when she was in charge.

Fighter 1: Please, mercy! I beg you. Please, I'll do anything.

Fang: Anything? Then prepare yourself for pain.

She rained down another round of forceful, painful spanks, the fighter desperately attempting to protect his bare buttocks to no avail.

Fighter 2: Ow! Please, stop, it hurts!

Fang: Yes, it's supposed to hurt. That's the point and it's not going to stop any time soon. I want to make sure you never forget this lesson. Let's see how long you can last.

Fighter 3: Please, let me live. I'm begging you! I'll do anything for you.

Fang: Anything, you say?

She stepped towards the cowering man, her eyes gleaming with cruel joy as she imagined the fun she could have with him.

Fang: Then beg for your life on your knees.

The fighter fell to his knees, begging and pleading for mercy.

Fighter 3: Please, I'm begging you. Please don't kill me! I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Please, please, don't kill me!

Fang: Wonderful i transform you all in my demon slaves and army.

Fang molded the bodies of the fighters with her hair and squeezed them together, once the fighters were enveloped in Fang's hair, they soon found themselves in a state of absolute ecstasy. Their bodies shuddered as intense pleasure coursed through their veins, their senses overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure unlike anything they had ever experienced.

Fighter 1: Ahhh! Hhh!

Fighter 2: Oh god, it feels amazing!

Fighter 3: Oh yes, it's incredible! More, please!

Fighter 4: Oh yes, mistress! Please, don't stop. Just a little longer, i'm almost there.

They moaned and screamed, the sensation of becoming a demon slave making their climaxes even more intense. Fang watched them in delight, relishing in their pleasure, knowing full well that their obedience would be absolute. Once the transformation was complete, the fighters became Pureblood Ferrari demons, their bodies sculpted by Fang's hair into beings of pure beauty and power. They were trapped in a perpetual state of complete bliss, their minds completely dominated by their Demon Goddess and unable to conceive of any other desire or goal. Their devotion to Fang was absolute, their loyalty and faith unbreakable. They would be her devoted servants for all time, her loyal and devoted army who would fight for her and die for her if need be.

Fang: It is done.

Dracaena in her human form stormed in and screamed...

Dracaena: Mom! I did it i helped her to see the light!

Lilitu: Yes, i will serve my mistress forever.

Fang: Wonderful...why she is dressed like a japanese maid?

Dracaena: A gift for her, mother. She deserves nothing but the best as our new servant.

Fang stared at her daughter's creation, a satisfied smile crossing her face. Lilitu bowed her head, her newly sculpted features dripping with gratitude and loyalty. Fang stroked her daughter's hair, her face filled with pride.

Fang: And now, it's time to prepare for the final battle. Who knows who else we might be able to add to our army? But before that dinner time.

Fang's hair cascades down, its silky strands wrapping around several men's cocks, creating a tight and stimulating embrace. With each gentle stroke and squeeze, Fang's hair expertly masturbates them, eliciting moans of pleasure from the men. The sensation is intense as their hard cocks are enveloped in the softness of Fang's hair, their desires heightened by the erotic touch. The rhythmic movements of Fang's hair continue, skillfully bringing the men closer to the edge of release, their bodies trembling with anticipation, Fang's hair, now filled with the pulsating essence of the men's throbbing cocks, slithers further, entering their tight anuses. With a firm grip, her hair begins draining all the cum from their bodies, extracting every last drop of their potent release. The men gasp and groan as the intense sensation of their cum being drawn out overwhelms them, their bodies convulsing in pleasure as the last remnants of their essence are drained away. Fang's hair continues its relentless task, leaving the men empty and sated, their bodies spent from the intense encounter, then Fang's hair, with its insatiable thirst, greedily latches onto Lilitu's nipples, drawing out the milk with an almost voracious hunger. The strands of hair wrap tightly around her engorged breasts, creating a suction-like motion as they eagerly suckle on Lilitu's nipples. Lilitu's milk flows freely, steadily diminishing as Fang's hair drains her completely. The sight is both captivating and erotic as the milk disappears, leaving Lilitu's breasts empty and her body tingling with satisfaction.

Then they warp to Las Vegas Strip...

Meanwhile at Eiffel Tower of Paris Las Vegas....

It feel like yesterday Tyrant Darius mused and yet only eight months have passed. Thanks to his advisor and "right hand" Aeshdeos and his gift: the seed of Divashma, he went to scared, aimless and purposeless man to soon to be the Demon God sovereign and alongside his wife Fang, his daughter Dracaena and his friends they'll rule the world forever!

Aeshdeos: We're close to victory my friend.

Tyrant Darius let out a wild laugh.

Tyrant Darius: After we defeat Kozholok, every day will be an endless orgy of hedonism, freedom, and madness! We will be free to indulge our every desire and taste every pleasure, without limits or boundaries. .

Wrath let out a gleeful roar, the prospect of endless freedom filling her with joy and excitement.

Wrath: Yes, we can do anything we want! I will crush our enemies and conquer the world, while you can create nightmares and dreams of your choosing.

She said to Onyx, her eyes glinting with delight. They had been waiting for this moment for so long and now, finally, it was within their grasp.

Onyx: It will be a wonderful future indeed.

She agreed, her tail swishing in delight.

Tyrant Darius army: All hail to our Tyrant!!! All hail to our Tyrant!!! All hail to our Tyrant!!! All hail to our Tyrant!!! All hail to our Tyrant!!!

Meanwhile Tyrant Darius looked upon the loving and amorous gesture between Wrath and Onyx, smiling affectionately. They had been by his side through thick and thin, loyal and devoted companions who were as hungry for power as he was. They were strong, powerful Demon Deities in their own right and he knew that his victory was only possible with their aid. As he took in the sight of their love and affection for each other, it filled him with pride, knowing that with their combined might and determination, there was no force in the world that could stand in their way. Onyx and Wrath turned to each other, their eyes filled with adoration and love. They smiled at each other as they touched heads, their bodies overflowing with joy at the idea of spending eternity together.

Onyx: My love, your body is filled with such passion and fire. I love every inch of you, and I can't wait to spend eternity exploring you.

Wrath: And I love the fire, fury, and intensity that burns within you. I long for the day we will be able to let loose and indulge in our primal desires. Our time will come, my love, and it will be glorious.

Malakai, Lazareth, and Delilah roared joyfully, their bodies writhing and shaking as they envisioned the endless foods that would soon be at their disposal. These demons craved the pleasures of the flesh, and nothing could bring them greater joy than to be able to feast and gorge their way across the land, devouring every delicacy under the sun. They could barely contain their excitement, their hunger burning within them like a furnace.

Collins and Delilah army: Let us go to devour our enemy!!! Let us go to devour our enemy!!! Let us go to devour our enemy!!! Let us go to devour our enemy!!!

Delilah: Orc, vampires, devils...

Malakai: We have to taste angels, manticores, werehyenas....

Lazareth: But first focus! Let's win the war first.

Tyrant Darius agreed with Lazareth's words of caution, nodding to his loyal friends.

Tyrant Darius: Indeed, my friends. Let's focus on the task at hand. Once we have won the war, we will feast as Demon Deities, trying every delicacy and delight. But for now, our attention should be on defeating Kozholok and securing our victory.

The demons let out a roar, their excitement for both victory and food overflowing as they waited for the final battle. They would have everything they could ever want, and soon victory would be within their grasp. They would not rest until their desires were satisfied.

Cal: Umph, can we just slay Kozholok so i can go back to play poker...

Jezebel:...and scam fools of their souls and transform itnto botmoney.

Jezebel said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation and Tyrant Darius nodded in acknowledgement, pleased to see the determination and excitement in Cal and Jezebel. They were the embodiment of the ideals they sought to create, driven by a hunger for pleasure and power. With their might and loyalty, victory was a certainty.

Tyrant Darius: Indeed, Cal but we must still defeat Kozholok first. Once we have achieved victory, we will have the freedom to indulge in whatever pursuits we desire.

Jezebel grumbled in response, displeased at having to delay her desire for more wealth and power.

Jezebel: But still, imagine all the pleasure we will have once we have defeated Kozholok and secured our victory!

Cal: And all the gambles, illegal games and vodeogames...

Tyrant Darius then laughed at Cal's impatience, glad to see Cal embracing their shared worldview so fully.

Tyrant Darius: Soon, we will have vanquished Kozholok and taken our rightful place as lords of the realm and then nothing under the sun shall stand in our way. We will enjoy any pleasure, indulge in any vice and relish in all the delights that the world has to offer.

Vinca: After this we can marry Dracaena.

Yvette: But before, let's win this war.

Tyrant Darius was surprised to hear that his daughter was dating two women at once, but he was pleased to see her so happy. He agreed to their request, on the condition that Dracaena's suitors would helped him win the war against Kozholok. So they would have proved their dedication to both Dracaena and him before he would grant them permission to marry his daughter. In the meantime, he would continue to work with his friends and allies to prepare for the upcoming battle, knowing that he would soon be able to marry off his beloved daughter to worthy wives.

Tyrant Darius: You have my bless my friends.

Then Nahara until that moment silent finally speak...

Nahara: I have woven and intertwined our paths so that you Tyrant Darius will lead us to victory! Because me! Aion the weaver of destiny said so!

Nahara's words resonated deeply in Tyrant Darius's soul, filling him with a sense of hope and purpose. Nahara know as Aion the weaver of destiny had spoken, and he would not defy her will. He let out a loud roar, letting his followers know that he was ready to lead them to victory.

Tyrant Darius: My friends, Aion the weaver has spoken. We will achieve victory soon, it has been woven into our fates. Let us go forth and fight, knowing that every step forward brings us closer to our destiny.

His army and followers raised their voices in agreement, eager to fulfil their destiny and unleash chaos and hedonism upon the world.

Quillain: Tyrant Darius, i am able to obtain the World Egg. Now we need you to assimilate Kozholok so you can have enough power to do a joint spell with Lilitu and create our perfect world!

Tyrant Darius's eyes lit up at the mention of the World Egg, a legendary artifact capable of giving immense power to whoever possessed it. Its power would be instrumental in helping him achieve his ultimate goal: to create a world ruled by hedonism, freedom, and total depravity.

Tyrant Darius: Great job Quillain, once Kozholok and its forces are defeated, we can begin the process of creating our perfect world, one where pleasure, morality, and restraint are but distant memories of a bygone age.

Dracaena: Dad! I'm here with Lilitu, absolutely enslaved to my will.

Lilitu bowed down, her H cup size buttocks exposed for the world to see and enjoy.

Lilitu: Ready to make your vision a reality, my Demon God, my supreme Tyrant and perfect master.

Tyrant Darius welcomed Dracaena with a proud smile.

Tyrant Darius: My daughter, welcome back to our fold. And you Lilitu, welcome to the ranks of our loyal demon subjects.

He turned to Fang, smiling at her wife and thanks her contribution to their budding demon army.

Tyrant Darius: Thank you, my dear, your contributions are appreciated.

Fang: Thank you my husband.

He nodded to the demons, preparing them for the daunting task ahead and for their place in the future order.

Dracaena: Warriors let's play war. To the war!

Dracaena shouted as she kicked Lilitu butt making her shout in pleasure.

Tyrant Darius: You're right daughter, to the war!

Everyone: TO THE WAR!!!

Tyrant Darius and his demon army let out a fierce roar as they marched towards their final battle, their determination and lust for pleasure driving them forwards. They would face Kozholok's forces and emerge victorious, claiming the world as their own where freedom, power, and hedonistic pleasure would rule supreme. The time for indulgence had finally come and they would make up for all their years spent in the shackles of mortality and restraint. As one, they moved onwards, ready to conquer and to take what was rightfully theirs.

End Part II

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imo it's not so hard to accept that SWM takes place after the prank. I mean it is canon so too bad but it makes complete sense to me. there's no evidence the prank was some big life-altering character development moment for any of the characters involved and that they all learnt their various lessons. in fact we see that they don't. in SWM the marauders are clearly still tormenting Sev. In Sev's conversation with Lily post-prank he's still just as obsessed with the marauders and exposing their secrets as ever, if not more. he doesn't consider what lily's saying at all because he's too focused on his hatred towards them.

my hc is that sirius (rather masterfully) used reverse psychology on sev to get him to go down the willow. Sev isn't stupid, he wouldn't have let himself willingly be led into a trap by his worst enemies. I think Sirius probably "let it slip" and then "backtracked" and acted like Snape wouldn't be brave enough to go down there anyway and that he should just forget it. I doubt Sirius directly told him to go down the willow, I think cleverly he told him not to, knowing that Sev would do so anyway (not that this makes a difference ethically bc his intent is still clear, but anyway. this isn't about who is morally better because idgaf honestly lol, I'm just trying to work through their mindsets)

the marauders received no real consequences for the prank, so why would they learn their lesson? Objectively you can't really punish someone for telling someone not to do something if they do it anyway. Not particularly fair, but still. Which brings me to Sev's responsibility in the matter (which yes, does exist imo) we're shown that he was obsessed with finding out what the marauders were up to and particularly obsessed with Remus's secret. Yes, this is understandable given how they treated him, but absolutely not healthy and he still chose to go down there, whether out of pride, greed, curiousity, vindictiveness. He obv was manipulated but there's a reason he was so easily manipulated. As I said previously, his obsession with revenge is what causes him to be blind to lily's feelings.

James rescuing him wasn't some moment of epiphany about how bullying is bad actually. It was just a fundamental part of James's character already. He would never have let him die regardless of how he felt about him.

All of this makes SWM the PEAK moment of hatred between Sev and the Marauders, which explains a lot of their responses. Sirius and James hate Sev more than ever for trying to expose Remus. Sev, justifiably, hates them more than ever for trying to kill him (and he ropes James into this, which is incorrect but understandable in his position)

James "deflating his head" probably wasn't just based on one event in particular. He just grew up and learned what was more important- being a good person, fighting against voldemort. But Sev also had growing up to do of his own during this time. As I talked about in in this post yesterday I think post-swm Sev was beginning to realise that his lack of control over his emotional responses (calling lily a mudblood out of humiliation, for example) was dangerous both to lily and to himself.

Yeah they still hated each other and attacked each other in seventh year. There's too much bad blood there to do anything else. I've talked about the dynamic between Sev and James here and how that might have developed as they grew older. I honestly find it extremely interesting, I could go on about these two for hours rip. My point is that the development of these characters into adults wasn't instant or linear, it was messy and rough. people don't usually change overnight, it happens slowly over time because they have to.

[megatraven]

Top 10 Yvette Holte(Greed) x MC(SWM), from Sin with Me?

P.S.: Good Night,friend😊.

oh gosh, it's honestly been awhile so i don't know if i can scrape up 10, but here we go! (and good night! <3)

when they adopted their puppy <3333333

when yvette uses her cane to touch mc it is so very very sexy

when yvette burns that plant up and the cg that comes with it and im [flushed emoji]

i think i remember there being a scene where they wake up with the house on fire and it's SUPER intense and freaky and i really liked that scene teehee :) the intensity was hella good

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SWM LORE

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Previous Assassin Group

Dorran (Leader/Pride)*

Cal (Sloth)

Esperanza (Wrath)

Izaiah (Gluttony)*

Ripley (Envy)*

Gage (Lust)*

Yvette (Greed)

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Current Assassin Group

Esperanza (Leader/Wrath)

Cal (Sloth)

Malakai (Gluttony)

Onyx (Envy)

Darius (Lust)

Defected

Vinca (Pride)

Yvette (Greed)

Assassin Seer

Nahara

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Demons

Demons are parasites that take hosts in humans. After taking host, the human has only a week to live. The main way to exorcist them is to murder the demon. They prefer taking host in sinful people which is why there is an abundance of them in Las Vegas (Sin City). When a demon dies, it takes the damaged afflicted with them. As a result, humans are okay after the exorcism but will experience no memory of their time as a host and will be confused.

Their different colored marks correspond to the seven demons that match for each sin. The marks appear when a demon is cornered or about to inhabit another body. Demons bleed green, alcohol poisons them, and humans cannot see their real faces. Demons can grant humans special abilities in return for their loyalty. This is seen with Yvette being given the ability of illusions, Vinca given the power to read minds, and Lazareth given the ability to manipulate emotions.

Another way to get the demon out of a human is to torture it so much that the demon has to leave the body. But this is not recommend as it causes pain to the human since the demon is leaving the body instead of dying and therefore not taking the pain inflicted with it. This leaves the human with the pain.

Also another way to get rid of a demon is by normal exorcisms, such as what Malakai's mom does, but this takes a long time and since a human only has one week to live. The preferred method is the troupe's way which is just to kill the demon in while it inhabits the host.

Assassins

Long ago demons ruled the earth so the Assassins were created by Malakai's ancestors to fight back. Assassins are chosen based on how well they match their sin. This makes them the best choice to take down the main demon correlating to the sin when the time comes. When an Assassin dies, another one is chosen to take their spot. The Assassin Seer is the one who gets visions of the one who will become the next sin. Then the troupe's ringleader will find them to join.

The envy assassin is the only one that becomes reincarnated into an animal after they die. Malakai's family passes the gluttony assassin down from generation to generation instead of being chosen. The pride assassin was originally always the Ringleaders until now with Wrath.

Assassins are immune to demon inhabitation.

Humans

Humans cannot usually see demons. Once a human is infected with a demon, they have up to a week to live (Unless a demon contract is used). There are ways for a human to see demons. These include being involved in rituals (Darius, Cal & Onyx route.). Or having special objects (Demon Heirloom in Wrath route, Gemstone in Yvette's Route).

Assassin Seer

The Assassin Seer has the power of precognition and magic. They act as a consultant for the sins and is also the one who chooses the next sins after they die. Nahara is the current Assassin Seer (she was previously Pride before Dorran). She can also control vines.

Envy Assassin

The Envy Assassin is the only sin that does not completely die but instead comes back as an animal. They can talk to a certain animal while alive, but that does not necessarily mean that is the animal they will come back as when they die. An example is Ripley could talk to raccoons when they were alive but came back as a bear after dying.

Gluttony Assassin

The assassins as a whole were started by Malakai's ancestors to fight against the demons. After creating the assassins, they took on the role of the Gluttony one. The Gluttony Assassin is the only sin that is not picked by the Seer but instead passed down in their family. Members have to compete to be picked as the next assassin. Malakai's mom was the Gluttony Assassin and passed it down to Izaiah. After Izaiah died, Malakai took over.

There is a ward on their tatus that prevents them from falling in love so that they focus on their mission. If they do fall in love they will feel such intense pain and can even die. Even to have children to carry on the gluttony line, it can not be for love. This often results in children not knowing their other parent.

It is soon revealed that the wards were placed on them in the first place as there are two Gluttony Assasins and they become each other's true love. One is always fated to eventually fall under a trance towards the Mouth of Merzogot and die there. The wards were placed to prevent Gluttony Assasins from dying by not having them fall in love and meet their true love in the first place.

Lust Demons

Lust demons can create dreams for other people and enter them. The Lust sin is the sin of living in fantasy and dreams are the most potent fantasies hearts can have.

Convergence

This is the time where the natural energies of the human soul and earth align. This is when human souls are at their strongest, strong enough to push back a demon's influence.

Demon Mark Ritual

First step is to leave demonic tidbits in your target as a result of being possessed many times. The next step is to give the target demon sight. The last step is to bite them with a bite of passion. This bite gives them a demon mark that can be drawn upon as a well of power. If the target kneels to its spark (the person who initiated the ritual), the demons will grow to unimaginable power. The only way to stop the ritual is by killing its spark.

The spark can augment the demons powers while the bearer of the mark can augment the assassins powers.

Mouth of the Merzogot

The Mouth of the Merzogot is the gateway to hell. No assassin has actually known its location and it has been thought to be just a myth until Malakai's route. The entrance is located in the desert and covered by black sand that swirls in the air and is repelled by Earth's magnetism.

Ograth

Ograth is a demon monster. Demons work like a hive mind, bestial and terrifying at once. MC's ancestors knocked out Ograth's tooth back in the days when demons ruled the earth and it incapacitated every demon. They couldn't kill it completely but sealed it in an heirloom passed down in their family for generations. MC's family has always been tasked with finding a way to kill Ograth once and for all.

Lava Demons

Lava Demons are a special kind of demon that lives in the earth's core and wants to end life on the surface. They have orange flaming eyes. They get their powers by feeding on the energy of the earth's core and seek to suck it dry. They have immeasurable strength and can vanish into the earth to escape capture.

Demon Contracts

It is very rare for a demon to be intelligent enough to sign a contract with a mortal. Signing the contract allows the demon to inhabit the human longer without killing its host since humans can only survive one week when inhabited by a demon.

Virtues

Virtues existed for as long as demons have and perhaps before then as Virtues are the antithesis of demons created for the world to keep itself in balance. They can only be called upon by those of good nature, though they often refuse when called or deny help to those requesting it.

Darius

28 years ago a demon was placed inside Darius for a chance to once day reawaken and continue the plan for demons to be able to take over and walk the earth. Kozolok thought the demon was inside MC, but it was actually inside Darius the whole time. After the ritual of his S1, his demon side is slowly awakening and becoming more powerful. As no ritual was done to awaken it in the other routes, he's still human in those ones.

Kozholok

Kozholok is looking for the demon they sealed away that will help them continue the plan of having demons roam the earth again. Kozholok has been residing inside Nero for over a year and splitting Nero's heart into two to use his soul as a sacrifice in the ritual to awaken that demon. After sacrificing his soul and awakening the demon in Darius, there is now little of Nero left and Kozholok remains in control of his body.

Vuzgamad

Vuzgamad is the eyeless demon that killed Yvette's parents and bite her which cursed her to burn every living thing her skin touches. She has also claimed to raise and groom Yvette despite being on her own and having to fend for herself. Vuzgamad wants MC dead for her own plans. Vuzgamad is special as she is smarter than the average demon, similar to Kozholok. Her powers include keeping her hosts conscious as she inhabits them so she can torture them physiologically. She also pays respects to her victims and visits their graves

Nitsa

Nitsa is half human half demon and this makes her an exception to many rules. One, is that she does not show demon lines on her human skin surface and it can only be seen when she splits it open to show her demon face. Because of this, when she inhabits people, it's hard to know because there are no demon marks on the skin.

Nita's goal is to inhabit Onyx's dragon form which Onyx will turn into if she was to die.

Wrath

Wrath unknowingly dated the demon that long ago cursed Yvette to have her burning skin. During an attack to finally catch that demon, Wrath let her go which led to the demon blowing up the building the sins were in and send more demons to finish them off. Everyone died except Wrath, Cal, and Yvette.

Yvette left the troupe afterward and at some point, Vinca joined her. They have their own show with another person working along the demons named Lazareth.

Lazareth

Laz is Malakai's brother who was erased from the Gluttony line after going against traditional and choosing his lover over his duty. This is because whoever is the soulmate of the Gluttony Assassin also becomes Gluttony and one of them is always doomed to be taken by the Mouth of Merzogot. Laz left the gluttony line which erased his memory from everyone in the gluttony line including Malakai. But it did not stop his fate as his lover still died to the Mouth of Merzogot. He sided with the demons so that he can find a way to close the Mouth so Malakai doesn't face the same fate one day and was rewarded empathy powers, but this came at a cost of his humanity that he tries to hang on to by writing his goal over and over for hours so that he doesn't forget, though sometimes he does. He later forms a friendship with Vinca and Yvette and is part of their circus. He does fire tricks like Malakai.

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

I know you are super busy, I would like to request in YVETTE (both angst and smut) in wich MC gets badly hurt by Vuzgamad then Yvette attacks Vuzgamad outright and strips her power and put half of said power in MC and both transformed into Demon and conquer both world human and demons.

Good Afternoon😻(Finished Nadia both endings of The Arcana,now starting Asra)

Written by @an-awkward-ghost​

You trust Yvette. You trust her with your whole soul. You trust her more than the world could ever understand.

You haven’t known her for long. A couple of months, actually, but there’s something about her... you are safe with her. More than just physically. You can share your secrets and fears and emotions and thoughts and she’d welcome them, she’d help you. She’s special in a way you haven’t encountered before. She feels destined for you, and you for her. The connection you have with her is otherworldly.

You trust her. You trust her. You trust her more than the world could ever understand.

That’s why, when she brandishes her sword, fury swirling in her eyes like molten lava, you don’t panic.

Vuzgamad is controlling your body right now. Her presence feels acidic. Her taunts turn the tension into a living, breathing thing. You can feel its pulse in the back of your mind, present, pressuring. You see the blade and accept it, barely aware of Vuzgamad’s amused reaction to it.

“Child,” she says, laughter in her voice, “must you do this? You are wasting everyone’s time.”

“Leave her body. Now.” Yvette’s eyes flick down, examining, the fire in her eyes dimming with concern. Vuzgamad hasn’t been kind to you - there are several bruises were Vuzgamad has been purposely careless with your body. You had been possessed for a while, too... even if there were no grave external injuries, the ones left on your mind after this are going to be...

Well. No need to worry about that now. Not when Yvette looks ready to set hell lose on the world.

No matter what happens now, Vuzgamad will pay.

Yvette moves, fast and precise, ignoring most of the demons prowling around in favor of a direct attack towards Vuzgamad. Her jacket comes off, soon discarded somewhere on the ground, and the demons step back and let her pass, expression conflicted and irritated, fearing Vuzgamad’s wrath but fearing Yvette so much more.

Your body is too weak to dodge. Vuzgamad hisses and tries to switch hosts, to anyone. Your body jerks to the side like a puppet whose strings are violently pulled, but she’s not fast enough. Yvette is on you in a second, grabbing you by the arm to prevent you from falling.

Her curse is as present as ever. You feel her hand burning. You feel something on your skin, like tiny needles, begin to make their way up your arm. It feels like they should pierce your skin and rip you apart little by little. It feels like it should consume your entire soul. It feels—

It feels faraway. It feels overwhelming yet numb.

Vuzgamad writhes inside of you, screaming. The curse falls upon her with the force of the entire world.

A few seconds pass and Yvette tightens the grip on your arm, pale, eyes widening. “Why aren’t you disappearing?”

Vuzgamad squirms under her grip. “S-stubborn... child! How dare you...!”

A demon—perhaps seeing Yvette’s curse is somehow not working—decides to tackle Yvette, to try and free Vuzgamad. The moment it makes contact, a cloud of ash explodes and covers everything. Yvette’s grip loosens. Vuzgamad takes a great gulp of air, not caring one bit for the ash she’s inhaling.

She glares at Yvette. “I created you. I gave you this power. You think it will affect me?”

“I—”

Yvette blinks at her. One, twice, like she’s trying to find the last piece of puzzle long lost to time...

Then she smirks. It’s that easy, beautiful, smug smirk of hers. It’s the smirk that makes your heart flood with affection and awe, the smirk that tells you that everything will be fine.

“Of course. I don’t doubt it.”

Vuzgamad takes one step back. It’s all she manages to do before Yvette pounces, catching her again. Her grip is as agonizing as before, and Vuzgamad endures it as best as she can, but Yvette is strong. And she also seems to be focusing on something only she can feel, gaze fixed on the arm she is holding. You can’t focus on it—Vuzgamad is looking away, cursing to unknown entities, growing weaker by the second—

And then her presence disappears. No, it snaps. Suddenly it’s like your body fills up with sand, every grain of it electrified in its own way, giving you an energy you had never felt before but still—somehow—knew how to use.

It’s dizzying. You fall on the ground still unsure of everything that’s happening.

Yvette gasps, eyes flashing golden for a second, before she falls to her knees.

You stare at each other.

“Are you alright, MC?” Yvette finally asks, moving closer. She had been full of fire a few seconds ago, but now she seems exhausted.

“Fine. Just fine. Something feels... off, though.”

Yvette looks you up and down, frowning slightly, but soon she’s directing her attention to the demons surrounding you. She doesn’t touch you, unconsciously aware of the affects of her curse. Her hand hovers over your thigh, clearly wanting to touch it as a sign of both reassurance and claim, but this will have to do.

Yvette summons her sword. Tilts it slightly, just enough for the blade to serve as a warning.

The demons look at them. They look briefly at the ash on the ground and back at them again, shuffling, not knowing what to do now that...

“Is Vuzgamad gone? I can’t feel her anymore.” You say, wary.

“She must have switched hosts,” Yvette answers, almost mechanically. “She is not this easy to beat. She never was. The fact that she could resist my curse is—”

“You are wrong,” a demon interjects, its stare a strange mixture of disgust and begrudging respect. “Vuzgamad no longer has a presence in the hive-mind. She has ceased to be.”

Yvette freezes in surprise, at least for a second. Her expression turns blank soon enough—her mask. Of course... it will hurt to believe the demon. More than Yvette could ever hope to endure.

“If that were the case, my curse would have disappeared.” She notes, curtly.

“Believe what you will. You will accept the inevitable soon enough.”

There’s a pause. The demons’ stares turn almost scrutinizing.

“Your humanity...” one speaks, after a while. Yvette tightens her grip on her sword. “It does not seem you are a Sin Assassin any longer, nor will you ever be one again.”

“What...?”

“The world has entered a new age. A age destined for it. The prophecy—“

Yvette seems to act without thinking, burning with rage. She swings her sword in a wide arc, careful not to hit you, and an arc of light rushes forward and ashes all the demons gathered around you. Ash clouds your vision—there are several thumbs of the unconscious bodies of the victims hitting the ground.

Yvette stares at the blade, seemingly stunned.

“Oh. I see...” She swings it, experimentally, then dismisses it. Turns to you and all of her anger dissipates, worry taking hold. She turns you this way and that, frowning, mumbling medical terms under her breath and oh, that’s right, she was interested in biology and medicine, wasn’t she?

A woman of many talents, Yvette Holte. The woman of your dreams.

...

The energy now cursing through you had taken some getting use to it. Yvette had discovered what it was soon enough, since it was also within her. The remnants of Vuzgamad’s energy, amplified by her curse. It had burned away your humanity.

A few months ago, the discovery would have been alarming, but now... it fills you with strength. You are no longer a scared, fragile little human.

But Yvette and you weren’t standard demons, either. You could tune in or outright ignore the hive-mind buzzing inside of your heads. You could order any demon and they wouldn’t be able to refuse.

But Yvette is, no matter what, a creature driven by greed. She wants to give you the best, no matter what it is, and if she has the power to give you the world... well, who can stop her?

You enjoy being with her. The trust and love you have for her is overwhelming. You don’t want to be anywhere else that isn’t under her hands, under her smoldering touch.

“Not so fast, MC... You know how much I love watching you...”

Yvette hovers over you, eyes glowing a faint blue. She’s biting her lip—she looks adorable this way, cheeks flushed a delicious red, eyes narrowed just slightly, pleased by the show you are giving her...

“Oh... Yvette...”

“I’m here,” her voice is so gentle...

Her movements are hypnotizing. She adjusts her position, hands tracing the imaginary path yours had left seconds ago. Her breath ghosts over your skin. She leaves small kisses here and there, marking your skin in certain points. Her touch is smoldering, in the best way possible. Her curse is no longer a concern to you. It never would be, again.

“I love you, MC.”

“I... I love you too, Yvette.”

[mako-bana]

there probabaly wont be any cons in  my country this year but have some new fma charms yay!

[lioras]

Why Wrath can’t take a vacation 1/?

[dani-m0112]

[lilmeowmeowsagelesath]

YVETTE HOLTE // SIN WITH ME

requested by @rainykittydelusion

[silly-lovestruck-em]

PUPPER IN THE THUMBNAIL! I REPEAT, WE GOT A PUPPER IN THE THUMBNAIL!!!!!

[explorya88]

**Warning: Content Advisory**

This fanfic contains sensitive and serious themes that may be difficult for some readers. If you are uncomfortable with topics such as [Violence, moral questionable behaviors, explicit contents and many others], it's advisable to reconsider reading further. Your well-being is important to me, and i encourage you to prioritize your emotional health. Take care, and thank you for understanding.

This short tale is placed fourth months after Darius went M.I.A.

Pride: The Morning Star

Seed of Divashma: Vinca how are doing?

Vinca: Nothing that you should know!

Seed of Divashma: Right stubborn, stubborn and more stubborn lady pride the proudful one.

Vinca is aware of being described by everyone who know or heard about her, as a woman who personifies the sin of pride. To quote a fashion magazine she had read out of boredom: Vinca demeanor radiates an unwavering sense of self-worth, as if she were the embodiment of pride itself. With every step, she exudes an air of superiority, her posture erect and her gaze piercing, as though she holds herself above all others. Her words are laced with haughtiness, and she rarely acknowledges the accomplishments or opinions of those around her, firmly ensconced in her own elevated self-image. It's as if pride courses through her veins, shaping her every action and word. Of course she is proud of herself, she is the prodigy child, an internationally successful successful model, she and Deadly Sin circus are the hottest and most popular act in all of U.S.A., the nightmare and terror of the demons who can only obey them or die . She then looks at her wonderful, sweet and beautiful woman Dracaena sleeping peacefully. Vinca smiles, seeing Dracaena sleeping peacefully. She can't help but be filled with pride for her lover. They have been together for so long, and she has never met anyone who could make her heart beat faster like Dracaena does. She reaches out and caresses Dracaena's hair, trying her best to resist the temptation to wake her up, so she goes to at the windowsill reflecting on the events of the last few days...

Vinca: I look at Dracaena, I feel my pride fade away. What if she doesn't love me anymore? What if she finds someone else, someone more worthy?

I push these doubts away, but they lurk in the back of my mind, like a demon waiting to strike. I realize then that love isn't just a feeling. It's a choice, a decision to cherish and appreciate the person in front of you, flaws and all. And I choose to love Dracaena with all my heart, because she deserves it.

Seed of Divashma: Then why are so small, afraid of your own shadow and always two step away to give up everything? Oh, wait now i got it, effectively since you caught Yvette comforting Dracaena after your mishap days ago that lead this night, so the things are...

You are afraid to lose yout best friend Yvette because you never realized her feelings about your girlfried and you're kicking yourself, consider yourself a blind fool and and an almight idiot since then.

Alternatively, you are afraid that Dracaena will see you in this pathetic state and dump you for someone better than you, maybe your best friend Yvette.

The combination of the above options.

Vinca: F*** you! Who are for telling me this? You know who i am? I am Vinca! I'm Pride Sin Assassin and....

Seed of Divashma: Someone who need help, luckly for you, my creator and your benefactor Tyrant Darius gift you with me and implant me in you throught...i can't say it, this is spoiler!

Vinca: How? Why? What do you mean? Explain yourself because you're kinda losing me here.

Seed of Divashma: Of course, my creator Tyrant Darius is very grateful of the fact that you're protecting his girlfriend and him from his `so called friends`, so he gift you with the possibility to free you from all your foolish chains whose name are morality, restraints, shame and leaving behind all your regrets and dread. You can finally take what is yours! Money, foods, clothes, animals and you can be the wife for Dracaena...and for Yvette.

Vinca: Yvette? What does all this have to do with her?

Seed of Divashma: ARE YOU DAFT VINCA WREN!?! Oh, i'm sorry you got difficult days and nobody to confide but don't worry merge with me, become your true self and you can love them as they deserve and they'll love you as you deserve as well and as bonus you will have the power to steal souls, use them in any ways you want!

Vinca reflected at the Seed of Divashma's enticing proposition, the words echoing in her mind like a haunting melody. The promise of true self-discovery and unconditional love stirred conflicting emotions within her. The idea of merging and gaining unimaginable power tempted her weary soul, yet the darkness of stealing souls gave her pause.

Seed of Divashma: Why resist? Embrace your true self. Imagine the power you could wield, the love you could experience without limits.

In that moment of contemplation, Vinca grappled with the choice between surrendering to the allure of forbidden power or reject it.

Vinca: But at what cost? Is the promise of power worth sacrificing the essence of who I am?

The Seed of Divashma reveled in its subtle influence, a quiet chuckle resonating within the recesses of its essence as Vinca's internal struggle unfolded. It patiently continued to weave its persuasive threads, subtly coaxing her towards the tantalizing prospect of merging and embracing the potent transformation that awaited her. The shadows of temptation danced around Vinca's thoughts, as the seed of Divashma sowed the seeds and nurture Vinca's dark desires.

Seed of Divashma: Vinca, dear Vinca, true freedom awaits when you yield to the shadows. Let it go, and the world will be yours to shape.

Vinca: Yet i'm still conviced by your offerings seed of Divashma.

Recognizing Vinca's lingering doubts and stubbornness, the seed of Divashma sharpened its influence, preparing to unleash a compelling dream, a carefully crafted tapestry of desires and aspirations. In the realm of slumber, it wove scenes of unimaginable power, unconditional love, and a self-realization that transcended any mortal constraints.

Dream sequence:

Worshipper 1: We worship you, Goddess Vinca, we follow your teachings and abide by your laws!

Worshipper 2: Our love and adoration for you are boundless, Your Excellency! We are honored to be in your presence!

Vinca, sitting on her throne, smiled warmly at her followers, feeling their love and devotion. She spoke in a calm and loving tone.

Vinca: Thank you, my lovelies. It warms my heart to know that you are so faithful to me. Your devotion and obedience bring me great joy. You have brought me a gift worthy of my divine power. I thank you for this prisoner whose ability to control plants shall be of great use in overseeing my kingdom.

She motioned to the prisoner.

Vinca: Come forward, prisoner. What is your name and where do you hail from?

The man ignored her question and fight for his life by impaling her with a tree but she casually block his attack and het body shifted into a flowing slime, covering the man like a cocoon. The man is stunned by the display of power.

Prisoner: What magic is this?

Vinca is amused by the man's confusion. She replies in a patronizing tone.

Vinca: This is the manifestation of my divinity, fool. You should be grateful that I'm allowing you a glimpse of my true power. Now, it's time to be assimilated by me.

The man struggles to break free of the viscous slime that envelops him, his desperation growing with each passing moment. Vinca is amused by his futile efforts. She speaks in a tone that conveys both disdain and pleasure.

Vinca: Are you really so foolish to think you can defeat me? I am a goddess and you are but a mortal. Your struggles amuse me, so continue struggling, I will allow it. She smiles, relishing in the man's helplessness.

The man continues to struggle but his efforts are futile, the worshippers are captivated by the man's futile and pathetic attempts to break free from the goddess's grasp. They watch his efforts with sadistic glee, mocking him as he struggles.

Worshippers 3: Useless fool. See how helpless you are against the power of our goddess.

They enjoy the display of the man's hopeless situation. Vinca continues to revel in her power and watches the whole situation with amusement.

Vinca: Be entertained, my worshippers, take pleasure in this man's weakness!

She says, enjoying the suffering of the man. The man continues to fight, but his effort is futile. He tries to escape but is held firm by Vinca's power. His blows have no effect on her, and he grows weaker with each blow as his energy is drained by Vinca's absorption. The worshippers, however, are enraptured by the scene. They watch in silence, mesmerized by the power of their goddess and the man's futile struggles.

Worshipers: See how helpless the mortal man is against the power of the divine Vinca.

One of the worshippers says, delight in their eyes.

Worshipers 4: is life force is being used to nourish the divine power of our Goddess.

The man's power is slowly absorbed, his life force fueling the power of the goddess. The worshippers watch in awe as the man's power is slowly assimilated by the divine power of their goddess. Once the man's power is fully consumed, the goddess Vinca rises from her throne and smiles. She speaks in a commanding tone to her worshippers.

Vinca: It is done. I have absorbed the power of this foolish mortal and now it is mine. I shall now create a kingdom that is beyond mortal comprehension, fueled by the power of my plants. You, my loyal worshippers, shall be the rulers of this kingdom, and I will be your patron goddess.

The worshippers cheer, delighted at her decision to create a kingdom that exceeds the mortal realm. Then the dream shifts and Vinca is in a large double bed all made of gold and the bones of her enemies. Together with her are deadly Yvette and sweet Dracaena naked and enjoying a talk about their day: conquered lands, enemies slayed and tributes from worshippers. Dracaena is reclining on the bed, a mischievous look on her face. Yvette, on the other hand, is sitting upright, leaning on one elbow and eyeing Dracaena with a playful smile.

Yvette: It's been a good day, my dear Dracaena. We've taken some impressive territory and received some wonderful tributes. But that's not all we'll be getting tonight. I know you have something on your mind, Dracaena.

Yvette winks and wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

Dracaena: Oh, do I now?

Dracaena replies with a sultry chuckle, as Vinca asked what's in her mind Dracaena kiss both of them, the atmosphere in the room is charged with desire and anticipation. Vinca and Dracaena remove their clothes with a playful smile, feeling the heat of Yvette's body behind them. As the women undress, their eyes are locked on Yvette, who returns their gaze with a playful, provocative smile.

Yvette: Are you ready for tonight, ladies?

Yvette asks, her voice slightly husky with lust. They all lay on the bed Vinca and Dracaena kiss each other wildly and With Yvette's enthusiastic rubbing, Dracaena lets out an excited gasp.

Dracaena: This is such a wonderful night, my wives.

She purrs in ecstasy, her pleasure evident in her voice.

Vinca: Let's give each other all our love and affection.

Vinca pulls Dracaena closer to her, their lips lock in a passionate kiss as they are lost in their moment. At the same time, Yvette leans in and starts kissing Dracaena's neck and shoulders. It is a time of passion, pleasure and contentment. Yvette reached out her hand and grabbed ahold of the tip of Dracaena’s tail. She began to massage it with her fingers, tracing circles around the scaly skin. She then brought it closer to her and slowly began to lick the tip sensually.Vinca stepped up behind Dracaena and placed her hands on her breasts. She started to massage them tenderly, sending waves of pleasure through Dracaena’s entire body. As she did this, Dracaena reached her hands around and began to return the favor to Vinca, slowly massaging her breasts. Then Dracaena is enveloped in the warm embrace of Vinca and Yvette, their bosom acting as a comforting pillow. The sensations she feels as their hands massage her head are simultaneously pleasurable and soothing. As she is surrounded by the two women, Dracaena feels loved, supported, and cherished. As she allows herself to completely relax, she feels her mind and body becoming more attuned and grounded, Dracaena's tail enwraps Vinca's bottom, a wave of pleasure shoots through her. At the same time her hands work magic on Yvette bottom, massaging and squeezing it.

Vinca: Oh, my dear Dracaena, your touch is sublime.

Vinca smiles, feeling both the warmth of Dracaena's tail and the delight of Yvette's touch.

Yvette: I'm glad you enjoy it, Vinca and Dracaena. But I have something further in mind for both of you.

Yvette responds with a sly grin, the tone of her voice sends a shiver of anticipation through Dracaena. Vinca summons her peafowl tail, the room fills with the sound of rustling feathers. The peacock is a symbol of royalty and perfection, and its presence adds a sense of decadence and luxury to the scene. Yvette, on the other hand, is not one to be outdone. She summons her nine-tailed fox, a symbol of passion and seduction. The nine tails of the fox are a sight to behold, sending a shiver of desire through Dracaena. The sight of both the peafowl and nine-tailed fox only intensifies the sense of anticipation and desire in the room. As the peafowl and nine-tailed fox keep Dracaena still, Yvette and Vinca take charge. Their skills and experience are on display as they sensually massage and kiss Dracaena, leaving her breathless with desire. The room is filled with sounds of pleasure and delight, as the women work their magic on Dracaena. The atmosphere becomes more charged with each passing moment, as Dracaena's breath becomes more rapid and her moans more intense. As the women's attention is focused on Dracaena, it's as if the rest of the world melts away, and all that matters is the pleasure.

Vinca: Freedom, love, absolute power...all mine!!!

In the ethereal realm of dreams, Vinca's resistance crumbled beneath the weight of the seed of Divashma's persuasive vision. Seduced by the allure of power and unconditional love, she eagerly embraced the shadowy tendrils that promised to redefine her existence. As the merging process commenced, an otherworldly energy enveloped Vinca, uniting her essence with the potent force of the seed of Divashma

Dream end.

In that pivotal moment, the boundaries between Vinca and the seed of Divashma blurred, creating a merging that echoed with newfound strength and mysterious potential. The dream's intoxicating symphony became a reality, and Vinca, now intertwined with the seed of Divashma's essence, stood at the threshold of a transformative journey into the realms of both darkness and unimaginable power.

Vinca: I AM PRIDE THE MORNING STAR!!! Everyone and everything will knee before, the weak shall be cleansed of all it's weakness, i will strip and assimilate the power of the unworthy and i will create an army that will conquer the world!!!

Tyrant Darius: I'm happy you love THIS much my gift.

Vinca: Darius, you goddamn shitting fuc* idiot, you have the slightest idea how worried Fang is?

Tyrant Darius: I know, i talked to her in her but as much i desire to be her right now but first Kozholok must die otherwise we can never be together forever.

Vinca: Touché but why are you contact me? Isn't for chit chat for sure.

Tyrant Darius: Clever as ever Vinca, first i want to thank you for protecting Fang, second like you said you will go to create an army worth of you and your future kingdom, third defeat and assimilate Nitsa so you can become the Pride Demon Goddess and oh fourth from this night and onward you will me call Tyrant Darius the Dark Prince, the Lord of Excess, the Master of Pleasure and Perfection Incarnate.

Vinca: I can simply call you Tyrant Darius? Your name is kinda mounthful to remember and pronounce.

Tyrant Darius: You can do it my friend, but for everyone else other than you (deadly sin of circus, night of sin circus and our loved ones) they will be annihilated, obliterated and swept away!!!

Vinca: A bit theatrical my sovereign.

Tyrant Darius: I blame your sister for the bad influence, still mark my words Vinca, you and our fellow friends aren't my subordinates but my fellow Demon Deity Sovereigns. Now go, became what you meant to be.

With Tyrant Darius gone to do his business Vinca proced to go find, strip and assimilate the power of the unworthy. So Vinca stood and waited, hidden in the shadows, his mind racing. He knew that Lucio would come around the corner, completely unaware that he was about to face Vinca, a being more powerful than he could fathom. As soon as Lucio appeared, Vinca stepped out of the shadows and used his paralyzing abilities to stop him in his tracks. Then, with lightning-fast precision, he broke Lucio's arms and legs, ensuring he was immobilized.

Vinca: Foolish mortal, i have come for your power Vinca spoke, his voice dripping with malice. Don't waste your breath, human. Your pleas are meaningless to me.

With a mocking tone, Vinca spoke, his gaze locking onto Lucio's with an unflinching stare.

Vinca: I am Pride the Morning Star, a being far beyond your comprehension. And your power? It is merely a trinket in my eyes. I take what I want, and you have no say in the matter.

The look in Vinca's eyes showed that she was fully committed and utterly merciless. As she spoke, she created a tongue from her shadow and it lapped at Lucio's flesh like a hungry wolf, Vinca's tongue continued its relentless licking, Lucio's struggles and defiance gradually began to fade. He could feel his strength fading, and his will to resist weakening.

Vinca: So, what do you have to say now? Where is your defiance, your fighting spirit? Or have you finally realized the hopelessness of your situation?

The question was more a taunt than a genuine inquiry. Vinca's dominance was absolute, and Lucio had no choice but to submit to it.

Lucio: I yield.

He finally relented, his voice barely more than a whisper. Vinca's malevolent grin widened as she commanded her shadows to methodically envelop Lucio, relishing in the impending demise and the absorption of his power. Vinca's chilling laughter echoed as Lucio struggled in the murky abyss of her shadows.

Vinca: Oh, Lucio, savor the illusion of escape. Sink into the darkness; your power will soon be mine, and your resistance, a mere memory.

She taunted, reveling in his futile efforts, Lucio, gasping for breath, managed a defiant glare.

Lucio: You won't break me.

He spat out, determination in his eyes. Vinca chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down Lucio's spine.

Vinca: Bravery in the face of defeat. How amusing.

She raised her hand, and the shadows responded, pulling Lucio even deeper into their inky grasp.

Vinca: Your resistance only adds to my delight!

As the shadows continued their slow, suffocating descent, Lucio felt his strength waning. Vinca leaned in, her voice a venomous whisper.

Vinca: Embrace the darkness, Lucio. It's futile to fight. Your power will become a part of me.

The air grew heavy with the impending absorption, and Lucio's struggles weakened. Vinca's eyes glowed with a dark triumph, relishing the moment she would assimilate not just his power but his very essence, as the shadows completed their conquest, Lucio's form dissolved into the darkness, his essence merging seamlessly with Vinca's malevolent power. Vinca, now imbued with newfound strength, threw her head back and let out a triumphant, echoing cackle that resonated through the night.

Vinca: Your essence now flows within me Lucio, a mere whisper in the symphony of my dominance. I am the night's mistress, the one who commands the unseen. Your feeble attempts to defy me were but an amusement, a fleeting moment in the grand tapestry of my supremacy, the shadows bow to my will, and now, so too shall the world.

With newfound vigor, Vinca, hide herself in shadows, set her sights on the horizon, her gaze sharp and hungering for the next source of power. A predatory smile curved her lips as she surveyed the world around her, seeking the next unsuspecting prey to add to her growing power arsenals.

Vinca: The night is vast, and there are many yet untouched by the grasp of my shadows.

She mused, her voice carrying an insidious undertone. Vinca, now a living embodiment of darkness, moved with an ethereal grace as she advanced into the unknown, ready to entwine her essence with the next unfortunate soul who crossed her path. The air itself seemed to quiver with anticipation as Vinca, Pride the Morning Star, embarked on her relentless quest for dominion, each step echoing the ominous rhythm of her insatiable thirst for power, sensed another powerful unworthy wielder of a good power Vinca,, approached with a calculated demeanor. With a sinister smile, she unleashed a shadowy tendril that wrapped around Maria a wielder of magnetic power, rendering her magnetic abilities inert. The air crackled with suppressed energy as Vinca reveled in her newfound advantage.

Vinca: Ah, Maria, Your magnetic `charm` is quite impressive, but in the realm of shadows, it pales in comparison. Your power now belongs to me, a mere puppet in my grand design.

Vinca purred, her voice dripping with malevolence, adMaria stood paralyzed, Vinca circled her, relishing the helplessness in Maria's eyes.

Vinca: You thought you could defy the inevitable, but here you are, ensnared by the very darkness you underestimated. How does it feel to be at the mercy of a superior force?

Vinca's taunts echoed in the stillness, the shadows amplifying her words as she continued to tighten her grip on Maria. Vinca, reveling in her dominance, extended a shadowy tendril with a swift, calculated motion, the inky appendage lashed out, cracking through the air as it struck Maria with an unsettling precision the shadows, now wielded as a weapon, left a chilling imprint on Maria's paralyzed form.

Vinca: As you embraced your magnetic power, now feel the darkness.

Vinca sneered, each word punctuated by the echoing impact of her shadowy lash. The atmosphere pulsed with an eerie energy as Vinca continued her taunts, the shadows coiling around Maria like a serpent tightening its grip, Maria, unable to move, could only endure the torment inflicted by Vinca's malevolent power, with a sadistic glint in her eyes, Vinca continued to assert her dominance, the shadows responding with an unsettling obedience to her every whim, with a sinister command Vinca summoned shadowy manifestations resembling bees, their forms flickering in and out of darkness, buzzing with an otherworldly menace, and descended upon the paralyzed Maria. The shadows bees, fueled by Vinca's malice, stung with an ethereal venom that amplified Maria's torment, Vinca, the puppeteer of this macabre spectacle, watched with cold satisfaction as the shadow bees surrounded Maria, creating a haunting symphony of buzzing and Maria's muted gasps.

Vinca: Your resistance is futile. The shadows obey my every desire, and now they hunger for the remnants of your strength.

Vinca declared, her voice cutting through the eerie chorus, as the shadow bees continued their relentless assault, the shadow bees, driven by Vinca's cruel command, intensified their assault, with sharp, spectral stingers, they struck Maria with a relentless fury, as the stings carried a venomous darkness that permeated her being, amplifying the pain and torment, Vinca, observing Maria's agony with a sadistic satisfaction, spoke with a chilling calmness.

Vinca: Feel the venom of shadows coursing through you, Maria. Your strength is now a conduit for my malevolence.

The night air echoed with Maria's stifled cries as the shadow bees continued their relentless onslaught and with a final, malevolent flourish, Vinca commanded the shadow bees to coalesce into a serpent of darkness, the ethereal creature slithered toward the tormented Maria, its form undulating with an ominous grace. As it enveloped her, the serpent tightened its shadowy coils, and with a haunting gulp, Maria was swallowed whole and return to Vinca so she can assimilated the essence of Maria's magnetic power, once finished she felt the surge of strength coursing through her. A wicked smile played on her lips as she absorbed the last remnants of Maria's abilities, the night bore witness to the unholy transformation, shadows and stolen power merging seamlessly.

Vinca: Now, Maria, your existence is but a fading echo in the symphony of my dominion. Your power is mine and your demise, a testament of the might of Pride the Morning Star!

Then she decide to go a underground arena know to host fights with superpowered peoples. The air crackled with anticipation as she entered the dimly lit venue, shadows clinging to her like loyal servants, q sinister grin adorned Vinca's face as she surveyed the diverse array of superpowered individuals gathered for the clandestine clashes.

Vinca: Ah, an arena ripe with potential prey, pyrokinesis, acidkinesis, metalkines...

She mused, her eyes glinting with the hunger for more powers to assimilate, as the battles unfolded in the darkened arena, Vinca became the silent orchestrator of her own conquest, choosing her next targets with a predatory precision, shadows coiled around her, awaiting the inevitable moment when she would unleash their consuming embrace upon those who dared to challenge her. The underground arena, once a battleground for the powerful, now became the stage for Vinca's insatiable quest for dominance, each confrontation a step closer to her becoming a Demon Goddess, as the announcer was going to say the winner, in a malevolent display of power, Vinca's shadows surged forth, expanding with an eerie swiftness to engulf the entire underground arena, the announcer's voice wavered, the shadows cast a suffocating darkness, rendering both participants and spectators motionless. Vinca, now the undisputed sovereign of shadows, extended tendrils of darkness that transformed into serpentine tongues and with an unsettling grace, these shadowy appendages slithered through the immobilized crowd, licking and lapping at each individual like twisted lollipops. A perverse amusement danced in Vinca's eyes as she reveled in the discomfort of those caught in the shadows' intimate caress.

Vinca: Savor the taste of submission.

She whispered, her voice echoing through the paralyzed arena, the eerie spectacle unfolded as the shadow tongues explored, leaving a trail of shivers and unease in their wake, the once-mighty contenders and spectators, now subjects to Vinca's macabre whims, could only endure the unsettling sensation, their powers absorbed, their will subdued by the shadowy enchantment, in this unholy display, Vinca further solidified her dominion, leaving the underground arena tainted with the mark of her dark and insatiable conquest. Not satisfied enough, Vinca summon shadowy hands that materialized with an eerie dexterity, these insidious appendages set to work, expertly tickling and tormenting the immobilized individuals in the arena, laughter, both nervous and forced, filled the air as the shadow hands explored the vulnerability of those ensnared. Vinca, the puppeteer of this twisted performance, watched with sadistic glee as mirthful sounds mingled with the discomfort of her captive audience.

Vinca: Enjoy the amusement, my prey.

Vinca declared, her voice cutting through the echoing laughter as the once-mighty, now reduced to helpless playthings, squirmed under the ticklish embrace of the shadows, their powers drained and their spirits broken by Vinca's relentless pursuit of dominance, un this perverse spectacle, Vinca's shadowy whims became the unyielding law, and the underground arena transformed into a haunting theater of her malevolent rule. Then Vinca's conjured shadowy hands with a new, punishing purpose. With a wicked edge to her laughter, she orchestrated a macabre dance of spanks, each strike accompanied by mocking coos that taunted the once-mighty individuals now subjected to her whims.

Vinca: Weaklings, useless, patetic waste of powers.

Vinca sneered, her voice a venomous whisper, the shadows, like cruel instruments, administered spanks that echoed through the paralyzed arena, mingling with the awkward laughter turned to uncomfortable gasps. Her dominance asserted, Vinca reveled in their vulnerability.

Vinca: Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

She taunted, relishing in the spectacle of those who once thought themselves powerful, now reduced to playthings in the shadowy hands of their merciless conqueror and the underground arena, once a place of fierce competition, now bore witness to Vinca's sadistic carnival, a nightmarish display where laughter and mockery intertwined in the haunting symphony of her absolute rule. In a crescendo of malevolence, Vinca summoned a monstrous shadowy maw that materialized in the midst of the paralyzed crowd. The nightmarish mouth opened wide, its grotesque appearance striking fear into those who could only watch, helpless and immobilized and with a predatory hunger, the shadowy jaws crunched down on the unfortunate individuals, consuming them like macabre candies. Vinca's laughter echoed through the arena as the assimilation of powers continued, each victim adding to her growing arsenal.

Vinca: Delicious.

She murmured, the shadows pulsating with newfound strength, the once defiant and powerful beings were now nothing more than echoes in the abyss of Vinca's dominance, the grotesque feast unfolded, Vinca, now closer to demonic godhood, stood at the center of the darkened arena, a triumphant force that had swallowed both will and strength, leaving nothing but the haunting echoes of her conquest, a chilling silence settled over the paralyzed arena, broken only by Vinca's ominous laughter echoing through the shadows.

Vinca: Behold me, the true victor, No one here can escape the grasp of my dominion.

She declared, as she fully assimilate them and their powers. Then the shadows coiled around her, carrying the echoes of sorrow and torment, as Vinca, ventured forth to recruit those worthy enough to become Pride Demons and members of her army, so she warped where according to Dracaena lies the secret database of all sin assassins and seer assassins: in the Mirror Maze at Paradox Museum, as she venturing Vinca seeks the secret database hidden there. Vinca found the main pc, she sit and proced to find and analyze the best sin assassins and seer assassins with the best superpowers, her fingers dancing across the keyboard, mutters to herself in the glow of the main computer.

Vinca: Let's see... sin assassins, seer assassins. Ah, here we go. Sorting by superpowers now. This should reveal the cream of the crop.

Her eyes narrow with focus as she sifts through the data, searching for the perfect blend of skills and abilities. Two sin assassin whom are guarding this place attack her.

Sin Assassin 1: Intruder! You won't leave this place alive.

Sin Assassin 2: Prepare to face the consequences of trespassing, Vinca!!!

Vinca, calmly issuing commands as she if allow anyone to ambush her.

Vinca: Shadows, ensnare them. Paralyze but don't harm.

The room darkens as her shadowy ally swiftly responds to her command, immobilizing the attackers without causing harm, Vinca, undeterred, continues her search amidst the subdued sin assassins.

Vinca: Now, let's get back to business. I need the best of the best for my army.

As the shadows maintain their hold on the attackers, Vinca delves deeper into the database, determined to recruit formidable allies for her cause.

Sin Assassin 1: What... what is this darkness? I can't move.

Sin Assassin 2: Vinca, you won't break us with your shadows.

Vinca, calmly issuing commands: Shadows, gently sap their willpower. We need them subdued, not broken. The shadows, following Vinca's command, delicately wrap around the sin assassins' heads, draining their willpower without causing harm.

Sin Assassin 1, with weakening voice: Vinca... What... are you doing?

Sin Assassin 2, struggling to resist: This... darkness is... too much.

Vinca: Shadows, keep gently drain their willpower until they submit.

Vinca, undeterred, continues her mission amidst the eerie atmosphere of the Paradox Museum's Mirror Maze, while the shadows feed the seed of Divashma. The weakened sin assassins, drained of willpower, are exposed to the corrupting influence of the seed of Divashma, dark energy emanates from the seed of Divashma, weaving its tendrils around the subdued assassins, transforming them into loyal servants of Vinca, the aspiring Pride Demon Goddess.

Sin Assassin 1 (voice now tainted): Vinca... our allegiance is yours.

Sin Assassin 2 (eyes glazed with corruption): We serve... the Pride Demon Goddess.

Vinca, empowered by their newfound loyalty, proceeds with her mission, a growing army of corrupted sin assassins at her command, her fingers continue to dance across the keyboard as she analyzes the sin assassins in the secret database. The glow of the main computer illuminates her focused expression:

1) Name: Seraphina Smith

Gender: Female

Powers: Illusion casting, telekinesis, and energy draining.

2) Name: Thorne Ford

Gender: Male

Powers: Blood manipulation, enhanced strength, and regeneration.

3) Name: Vespera Johnson

Gender: Bigender

Powers: Cryomancy.

4) Name: Harith Awolowo

Gender: No-binary

Powers: Venomancy.

And many others, Vinca satisfied with her selection, swiftly warps all the chosen sin assassins to her location within the Mirror Maze. With a calculated gesture, she employs her shadows to paralyze them, ensuring complete submission.

Vinca (commanding the shadows): Embrace the stillness, my chosen ones. Your allegiance to me is sealed!!!

Thorne Ford: Vinca, we are yours to command.

Seraphina Smith: The shadows... You guide us, mistress.

Harith Awolowo: Our blades await your will, Vinca.

Vespera Johnson: Souls entwined, we serve you, Pride the Morning Star.

So all the one hundred eleveen sin assassins, bound by the shadows and drained of resistance, speak with unified submission. Their once-independent voices now harmonize in a chorus of obedience, ready to carry out Vinca's dark desires within the mirrored labyrinth of the Paradox Museum. Vinca, then intones with authority. Vinca: Consume the seed of Divashma, let its essence merge with your being. Embrace the transformation, become the formidable hybrid Sin Demon Assassins you are destined to be. The Sin Assassins, entranced by Vinca's command, heed of seed of Divashma words, they all swallow the seed of Divashma.

Sin Assassin 1: What is this... power?

Seed of Divashma: Feel the shadows within you, merging, becoming one with me.

Sin Assassin 2: It's overwhelming, but... exhilarating.

Sin Assassin 3: Our voices, our spirits, they're merging.

Seed of Divashma: Unity is strength. Embrace the symphony of darkness that flows through you.

Sin Assassin 4: I can sense the shadows dancing within me.

Vinca: Embrace it fully. You are no longer individuals but a collective force bound by the power of Divashma and the power of you goddess Pride the Morning Star!

Sin Demon Assassins (in unison): We are one, sin demon assassins and perfection embodied.

Vinca's laughter echoed triumphantly through the transformed Sin Demon Assassins as their bodies underwent further metamorphosis, mutating their body in robot-like angels reminiscent of Shin Megami Tensei games. Glistening metallic wings unfolded from their backs, and ethereal circuitry traced patterns across their now cybernetic forms. Each assassin stood as a fusion of magic and machine, their once-human features replaced by a cyber-angelic body.

Vinca: Witness the perfection of your new forms, my Sin Demon Assassins. Revel in the pride of becoming instruments of my will. Together, we shall embark on a journey to conquer the world.

Sin Demon Assassins: Our consciousness intertwines in a surreal dance of magic and technology. Metallic wings extend from our backs, each circuit and gear humming with the essence of the seed of Divashma. We feel the power surging within us, a symphony of magic and mechanics harmonizing to the beat of our master's desires.

Pride swells within us as we gaze upon our perfected forms, a fusion of sinister elegance and cybernetic might. The world awaits our master absolute dominion, and our loyalty to Pride the Morning Star pulses as one heart is beating in our collective existence. We are no longer mere sin assassins; we are Sin Demon Assassins instruments of conquest, ready to cast our shadows across the world and fulfill the destiny that binds us to our master. Vinca led the Sin Demon Assassins to Red Canyon, in the crimson glow of the canyon, Nitsa awaited, a formidable force herself. Vinca's eyes glinted with determination as the clash between dark powers loomed.

Nitsa: Vinca, you dare challenge me alongside these useless minions?

Vinca (with a sinister smile): They are more than minions; they are the embodiment of my will.

The Sin Demon Assassins advanced, their forms casting ominous shadows. The air crackled with anticipation as Vinca confronted Nitsa, each move calculated to absorb the powers of her adversary.

Vinca: Your powers will become mine, Nitsa, and I shall ascend to become a Pride Demon Goddess.

The battle commenced, a dance of two demoness echoing through Red Canyon as Vinca sought to claim Nitsa's powers and ascend to a demon deity. The clash between Vinca and Nitsa unfolded in a symphony of power, each move met with a calculated counter as the Sin Demon Assassins watched, ready to obey their master's commands.

Vinca: You are a worthy adversary, Nitsa. But your powers will soon belong to me.

Nitsa (with a sly grin): You underestimate my strength. This battle is far from decided.

The canyon echoed with the resonance of their powers, creating an atmosphere of tension and anticipation. The Sin Demon Assassins, standing at the sidelines, remained poised for Vinca's next command, as the battle raged on, it became clear that this confrontation between Vinca and Nitsa was an intricate dance of power, each combatant evenly matched in their pursuit of dominance over the other. The outcome hung in the balance, a precarious equilibrium in the heart of Red Canyon. Then Vinca use the cryomancy to envelope Nitsa's form, freezing her body in an icy cocoon. Only Nitsa's head remained free, locked in a gaze with Vinca. The Sin Demon Assassins observed with their metallic eyes, the cold air carrying the weight of impending triumph.

Vinca: Frozen in your own power, Nitsa. A fitting metaphor for your defeat.

Nitsa: The cold won't shackle my spirit, Vinca.

Vinca: Let your defiance linger, for soon it shall be silenced. Meanwhile let's see how to punish you defiance.

Vinca decide to use her classic means to humiliate her opponent, reveling in her sadistic delight, summoned shadow dogs that circled Nitsa's frozen form. With gleeful mockery, they began to lick and lap at the ice as if it were a delectable treat. The Sin Demon Assassins joined in with a chorus of mocking tones, amplifying the humiliation.

Vinca: Enjoy the attention, Nitsa. Your icy prison seems to be a hit with my pets.

Nitsa's eyes burned with frustration, her frozen form unable to retaliate against the humiliating spectacle. The shadow dogs continued their mockery, casting an eerie contrast to the seriousness of the ongoing battle.

Sin Demon Assassin 1: Oh, look at the mighty Nitsa, frozen like a popsicle!

Sin Demon Assassin 2: Those shadow dogs have a taste for icy revenge, it seems.

Sin Demon Assassin 3 (mocking tone): Is this your grand plan, Nitsa? A chilling defeat?

Sin Demon Assassin 4 (cooing): Such a beautiful ice sculpture. Vinca's artistic touch is truly unparalleled.

Sin Demon Assassin 5 (sarcastically): I bet you never saw this cool twist coming, did you?

Their mocking coos and taunts echoed through Red Canyon, a surreal chorus that added insult to the icy imprisonment of Nitsa. The Sin Demon Assassins reveled in the spectacle. As Nitsa remained frozen, the shadow dogs, under Vinca's sinister command, bit into her form. The venomkinesis within their bites injected a dark poison, coursing through Nitsa's veins with a malevolent energy. The Sin Demon Assassins watched with eerie satisfaction as the venom took hold, intensifying Nitsa's vulnerability.

Vinca (with a wicked grin): A taste of my venomkinesis, Nitsa. A gift that keeps on giving.

Nitsa (weakened but defiant): Your tricks won't break me, Vinca.

The shadow dogs continued their assault, the poison weaving through Nitsa's frozen form, amplifying her suffering, the Sin Demon Assassins maintained their mocking coos, the air thick with the satisfaction of impending triumph in the hot depths of Red Canyon. Vinca tired of Vinca useless resistance, shrouded in her dark power, extended her shadows over Nitsa's frozen form. With a malevolent focus, she siphoned away Nitsa's willpower, leaving her as an empty shell, devoid of resistance.

Vinca: Your willpower is mine, Nitsa. A mere echo of resistance in the face of my dominion.

Nitsa, now hollow and defeated, gazed emptly into the abyss, then Vinca began the slow process of assimilating every aspect of Nitsa. The shadows extended further, wrapping around Nitsa's form like a consuming abyss. The Sin Demon Assassins watched in silent obedience as their master absorbed Nitsa's body, soul, mind, and powers.

Vinca: Become one with the me, Nitsa. Your essence is now mine to command.

Nitsa, once defiant, dissolved into the encroaching darkness, her existence erased as Vinca absorbed every fragment of her being. The canyon bore witness to the complete assimilation, a macabre transformation that left no trace of the defeated adversary, the Sin Demon Assassins, now imbued with fragments of Nitsa's powers, awaited their master's next command, their newfound strength derived from the Vinca ascension as Pride Demon Goddess. Vinca, having claimed victory, commanded the Sin Demon Assassins to rest within the comforting embrace of her shadows. They obeyed, their forms merging with the darkness as an eerie calm settled over them.

Vinca: Rest now, my obedient shadows. When the day of reckoning of our enemies, we shall begin our conquest.

The Sin Demon Assassins dissolved into the shadows, a silent and obedient legion awaiting the next call to darkness. Vinca, surrounded by the echoes of her laughter, embraced the tranquility of her victory, then suddenly Vinca is immersed in a vision of her triumphant future, she saw herself, Yvette, and Dracaena seated on thrones, adorned with offerings from their worshippers. The scene unfolded in a dark tapestry of power and dominion, a foreshadowing of their sovereignty that awaited them, fueled by the vision, howled a demonic laugh that echoed through the corridors of her red canyon. As the resonance of her laughter lingered, she returned home with the anticipation of the dark destiny that lay ahead.

Vinca, with a wicked grin: Long live to me, and to soon-to-be my wives and demon goddess sovereigns indeed.

[lovestruck-fanblog]

Dont know if this has been done before but I couldn't resist 😆💙

[silverteresa]

When Yvette can finally touch a living thing without burning them and she can finally feel the softness of a flower, I'm-

MY HEART😢😢😢❤

[maydrey-drawings]

An old drawing unfinished until today of Yvette 💙

@lovestruckvoltage

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Any fic for Yvette

(Written by @evoedbd.  Minor spoilers. Minor swearing.  Minor violence. Questionably a monster kink. 100% a Yvette kink)

It was there. The Void. Maw opened, pained groan echoing through the air like melancholy sobbing even as it began drawing the world into it’s oblivion. The darkness crept in, tainted by swirling dust on the supernatural gust summoned by the Void. That soft breeze somehow whipped, whispers of the disaster ready to strike as the Void awoke, as it settled, hollow eyes focused solely on Ni.

The mechanic froze.

Yvette’s terrified screams echoed, her battle cry of Ni’s name echoing for every demon she cut down, blue flames blazing in her sapphire eyes and down the length of her blade. Vuzgamad’s chosen was showcasing why she had been chosen to destroy the world, or perhaps what being chosen had done to her. She spun and slashed; a hundred demons inconsequential in the face of her greatest sin. Her Greed. For so long, her greed had gone unsated, filled with the cold comfort of riches that could feed a third world country. The void within her expanding through the twinkle of her humanity for every grandiose illusion. A price she paid for a cost she did not even care to know. Now, there was no illusion that could hide the fear, the desperation as she clawed from the molten core of the earth, through an army of hell, towards a solitary mortal. She, an insatiable storm wreaking havoc on all that stood in her way.

Just like the Void.

The creature was terrifying, deterrable but unstoppable. The two should not exist within the same being. This insatiable creature that fed upon everything Ni loved. That hounded her movements just as Yvette’s gaze did. The mechanic blinked. She was on the cusp of understanding, fingertips brushing serenity even on the middle of a battlefield. Surrounded by lava bursting through the Earth’s crust to Yvette’s desperation. Surrounded by the screams of her team, the family that had chosen her, by the snarling of demons that cloyed to them like drunken in-laws one couldn’t escape. All disaster that should have been swallowing her whole. Should be melting her flesh from her bones, heck, even her bones at these temperatures. She should be dead or fighting for her life at Yvette’s side. This was the end. Literal Hell on Earth, yet here she stood, suspended in a moment with the creature who had been hunting her since Yvette had emerged from that volcano. Standing upon what was perhaps the only undisturbed ground within the battle, as if nothing dared cross the sanctity of the Void.

Her brows furrowed. Why had this creature saved her?

It had saved her, afterall. Dragged her from the edge, taloned hands so unimaginably gentle. Its swallowing void merely teasing across Ni’s skin, swallowing the flames and blows destined to collide with her flesh. The flames Yvette had struck at the creature with to protect her. Now, Yvette was closing in, her flames devouring the demons who drew too close. Her sword was not enough, not anymore. Blue flames danced at her fingertips, forming the talons her hands tore at the world with. Hands that had forged her fortune, had carved a place for her existence out of the stone of misfortune. Hands that Greedily claimed Ni again and again, even before the blessing of skin against skin was possible. Hands Yvette would see filled with the one thing she so desperately desired.

It was an unfortunate demon who drew too close who filled Yvette’s hands this time. The Assassin’s hand gathered around the back of the Demon’s head, gathering a fistful of auburn hair to wrench an unkempt head sideways. Already, the demon burned at the brush of a thumb across its cheek, yet that was not enough for Greed. She tossed the demon aside, barely pausing to step over its slumped body before a sharp slash of her blade left its throat rendered open, gushing black sand as it gargled on the last of its existence.

Its existence hardly mattered to Yvette, not when her hand was extended desperately towards Ni, flaming talons and fingers curled, a gesture so strikingly familiar Ni almost staggered. If This was Yvette’s gesture, then… Her head whipped back to the Void.

There was something captivating about the Void. A torso defined by the swirl of an aquatic tinged galaxy. Pure energy, bubbling and twisting as if about to implode, contained within a tangle of veins of unpolished obsidian acting like an exoskeleton. These veins thickened into form, defining an extended hand like the gauntlets of a dark knight of legend. A hand mirroring Yvette’s so precisely that Ni was left speechless. Carbon formed the Void’s face, features that slowly became more familiar the longer Ni was allowed to stare. The tendrils of void and smoke emanating from the creature could no longer conceal the truth bubbling within Ni’s mind. The curl of its chin, although skeletal and masculine was so familiar to her. As familiar as gentle skin and feminine beauty. A mirror. An echo. How had she never noticed the jawline? Was it the gauntness of cheeks? The slits of eyes, shining brighter than the moment of a supernova birthed into existence, that held such a similar angle. It took so much, yet so little to recognise the mannerisms within the creature. That it was not rage that carved its features into such a violent sneer, but the features that morphed such an innocent expression into something so monstrous. Agony. Misery. The crumbling expression when its one true desire was torn from it. The hopelessness that it could never be enough. Could never be the part Ni desired of Greed. It was the ugliness, yet now Ni could only recognise the beauty.

“Yvette.”

Just like she was the rope in some twisted game of tug-o-war, tearing her from Yvette’s side had only awakened the desperation within Greed. It was so obvious now, a truth they’d all spoken but never realised. The spirit of Yvette’s Greed given form, seeking the truth of its nature, only to be denied by the human mask it had worn for so long. A piece of Yvette she could not control. A piece she lived in conflict with, a piece she’d never been able to feed. A piece forced upon her. Of course, her hatred for it might blind her, it made so much sense Ni almost cursed herself for never considering it before this moment. This was not Yvette’s to control, it was Ni’s.

“Yvette.” Again, she spoke the name, only this time she addressed it to the Void.

“I get it now. I’m sorry. Oh, Yvette I am so, so sorry. I was so caught up that I could touch you, that finally we could… I never realised how you’d hurt yourself. You tore yourself to pieces, but you still kept coming back to me. I was so blinded by our light that I couldn’t see you weren’t casting a shadow. I see it now, though. I see you.”

“Ni! What the fuck are you doing? Get back!” Vinca’s voice cut across the din, chaotic flares of red announcing her twisting a path closer to the creature. Dark knives had demons dropping with spectacular flicks of her wrist, disrupting the curtains of red hanging like charms from her shoulders. Ni turned back to the Void, catching the moment it’s face contorted to focused wrath, calculating the threat approaching. Hurt. Afraid to lose now that it finally had the understanding it sought. Ni could only shake her head.

“Don’t you get it? She won’t hurt me!”

“She? Have you lost your fucking shit? Yvette is in the pit and you-”

“You don’t get it! We didn’t see. None of us could understand what we were doing! Yvette didn’t just empty her soul into that Volcano… she split it!”

“Split it? Wouldn’t that mean there’d be two of her?” Trudy questioned, pausing to duck under a Demon’s fist. Vinca was there, a sharp flick of her wrist ending the threat before Trudy even stood up.

“Think about it! My light can destroy almost anything. Especially with Yvette by my side, reminding me why I shine so brightly. If I can split mountains and demons, why can’t I do the same to The Void. The only thing I can’t make it hurt, that it can’t exist to hurt, is the reason it shines.”

“You’re not saying-” Laz’s sentence faded into a grunt, struck in the chest by a demon’s foot.

“The Void is Yvette. Not a by-product. Not some monster. It’s a piece of her! It’s been trying to come back, and we’ve- Fuck! We’ve been trying to destroy it. Destroy Yvette. That’s why this is happening! How can she control her fire when she isn’t whole?” Ni cried, voice echoing moments ahead of another tremor. The depth of her message was lost in the ensuing chaos, to tendrils of molten earth attempting to swallow anything in the path. Still, the Demons fought, descending upon the group, tearing them from Ni’s sight as walls of flame spat forth. The bars of a cage ensnaring her, trapping her alone with the Void once more. Ni smiled. If the end of the world was to occur, it was almost romantic fate would trap her with her reason to shine.

The Void floated there, hanging silently in the horror filled air. A torso emerging from a matted cluster of tangled dark matter, as if tearing through the fabric of reality itself to be by Ni’s side. The mechanic could only smile, recognising the determination. It was Yvette. The life she had carved for herself, her bare nails digging into the rock of the mountain. Blood and tears eroding her place in the world. Of course, the Void would reflect that beautiful stubbornness. The wilful woman that called fires, just as she called to Ni. Who commanded woman and flame alike to burn for her.

“Yvette. You told me that you needed all of my love. That happily ever after needed all of me. Your love for mine, a trade we’d make forever. That you were too Greedy to accept anything less.” Ni began, taking a tentative step across the sands towards the Void. The Void flickered, pulsing like the increased fluttering of a nervous heart, even as its face barely changed. A fanged maw closed; a lipless line carved across the bone of her face. Talons reached for Ni, extended as if they might catch her should she fall. Step after step drew Ni closer to the Void, barely resisting the gentle pull. The gravity of inevitability. She answered quietly, basking in the warmth of her love, which combatted the heat of the flames devouring the world around her. It was as the Lava demon said, Ni would not burn… Not for any save Yvette.

“But I’m greedy too. I was too greedy to let you go, to let you become an intangible memory I’d love until eternity became nothingness. I need you too, Yvette. I love you. From the beautiful and easy things to the jagged scars and everything you think is too messy. You’re my reason to shine, the reason I burn with every breath I take. The reason no demon can burn me. Not Vuz. Not the Lava Demon. Not this hell on Earth. The only one who can burn me is you, and I want you to. I want to burn for you, only you, until this world turns to dust. Until the concept of existence is forgotten, and beyond. I’m yours.” Ni’s breath hitched as the Void’s claws circled her waist, holding her as if the wind might blow her away like a crumbling paragon of ash.

“I want everything… and to have that,” She whispered, tenderly reaching up to the Void’s cheeks. Her thumbs gently ran across the ridges of the Void’s cheeks, the exoskeleton to her galaxy held gleaming within such a delicate cage. She knew, in the back of her mind, that this being had withstood everything they could throw at it, that it was near indestructible. So far from the definition of delicate. Yet, beneath her hands, the Void melted, leaning its cool forehead into Ni’s sweaty one. Calm washed over Ni as her eyes drifted closed. This was Yvette. Ni loved this woman in her entirety, how could she not adore this Void? Love warmed her, burning brightly in her chest, gently expanding through her limbs, filling her with the sense of tingling. The tender delight that had every hair standing on end, each reaching for the Void. For Yvette. Ni shuddered, relishing the feeling of the Void moving against her face, tendrils of dark energy licking across her skin like phantom kisses. Just as when Yvette bumped their noses together, or when she scattered loving kisses across Ni’s face. Ni quietly hungered for more, pressing her face to the living stone with a soft coo, a little noise answered by a deep grumble from the Void. One chance. She had one chance to say this, to try to… she didn’t even know, only that she was going supernova in The Void’s grasp, glowing brighter and brighter, until the gleam of her light that was the Void’s eyes were no longer definable. Only the mask of black.

“I need you to be whole.” She concluded, finally daring to close the distance between her lips and the Void’s. If this was her one chance to reclaim Yvette in her entirety, she was going to take it. She would shine until the world became her shadow if only to illuminate the way for Yvette’s soul to heal, for the fragments to finally mend together. Like a fairy-tale, she kissed what everyone considered a monster. She poured her soul into the Void’s waiting darkness, using her body to fill the abyss even as the magic curled around her, as it soaked up every ounce of her light, feasting upon the energy Ni offered so freely. Feeding. Absorbing. Reflecting. Returning. A prism burning in the palm of destiny, reflecting radiance across the battlefield. A glowing ember, a spark erupting into a storm that devoured and rejuvenated simultaneously, a feedback loop neither dared interrupt. One by one the demons fell, consumed like grass in a wildfire by Ni’s light. Their death sands coated the ground, crawling through the molten crevices splitting across the face of the Earth. Beneath Ni’s lips, stone softened, eroding like water as the warmth and fire finally embraced the darkness. Just as the darkness needed light to swallow, the light needed darkness to shine.

She burned. Finally, Ni burned. Fire blistered across her flesh, devouring her in a thousand memories. The whisper of sheets between them. The subtle scratch of lace gloves across her hip, cupping her cheeks ever so sweetly. The bite of the diamond across her chest, beneath her palms as Yvette so willingly delivered her sweet gifts. The softness of hair against her nose as she burrowed into Yvette’s neck. The gentleness of their palms connecting as Ni finally touched the untouchable woman for the first time. Everything spiralling and blazing from a single moment. A single spilt coffee upon an alter to Ni’s destiny. Her path to forever. How cliché, that it would be a moment of spilt coffee that would decide the fate of the world.

“My Lodestar.”

That was what Yvette always called her. Her compass. Her guiding light. Like a star, Ni fell towards the ground, falling from the skies. Entwined with her lover’s void, her light spluttered, littered with flames the colour of sapphires. The girl shone, resplendent as she finally settled to earth, into the arms of destiny. Like a shadow, the Void whispered across Ni’s skin, a brief echo of what was. A shadow of what was to be. The shadow cast from Yvette’s extended arms swallowed what remained a half blink before she pulled her mechanic into her embrace, holding her burning star to her heart. The sapphire flames spread, dancing across the veins of darkness creeping along their skin, a fine netting to the angelic gleam of Ni’s skin. For the flames of Yvette, Ni’s light only became more determined, braided together by the lingering darkness of the Void. Formless, only the shadow of fangs behind Yvette’s parted lips betrayed that such a creature had ever existed. The way the blues seemed to flicker into the whites of her eyes, swallowing the light with darkness, even as Ni’s eyes finally opened, meeting the void burning within Yvette’s.

“Yvette.” She whispered, voice cracking as she raised her hands to Yvette’s blue locks. Before her fingers even met the strands, they reached for her, whispering upon the memory of a breeze. Flames reaching for the only oxygen. If that evolution surprised her, Ni never let it show, instead pulling herself to Yvette, nose to nose. A laugh. A tender bump. Relief. For a single breath, everything was calm, perfect. The taste of the Void lingered on her tongue, smoke escaping her parted lips to tease across Yvette’s. The Assassin gasped, the darkness dripping from her maw, dissipating in the air between them. Questionably, a trick of the light, something for them to address another day. The following rumble of another quake was another matter.

“You might want to fix that.” Ni commented playfully. Greed groaned; sharpened teeth bared in frustration as she extended a hand towards the roaring flames.

“Stop.” She commanded. The husk of a monster’s growl teased her voice, sending a shiver down Ni’s spine. The world froze at Yvette’s command, the lava leaving scars of black across the sands, as cold as if they’d existed a thousand years prior. The breeze teased the sands, an eraser helping to conceal the dark scars the longer Yvette willed they should not be seen. Fires ceased to burn, all rushing to Yvette’s palm like faithful pets seeking their master’s affections. They danced down Yvette’s arm, curling like tails around Ni’s body, pulling her harmlessly closer to Yvette’s side. The mechanic could only laugh, curling into her Lover’s body. She waited patiently, content to let Yvette take her time to contain the chaos. For the flames to slowly go cold against their flesh, only to lend their heat to the desire in Yvette’s devouring gaze, her eyes every inch as destructive to Ni’s sanity as the Void was to the world. The fires may no longer be fit to consume the world, but that did not mean they were stilled. In Yvette, they burned. In the dark veins riddled across her limbs, in now white less eyes, on heated breath escaping from behind darkened fangs as she whispered.

“Home. Now.”

Ni shivered. If she was to be the world Yvette consumed, then she was all too okay with that.

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GOD I LOVE HOW PROTECTIVE SHE IS