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akasha

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❛ I need noise!   I need the buzz of a saw   Need the crack of a whip   Need some blood in the cut ❜

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Ahhh where have you gone

Over here, honey.

I’m still around though, I lurk on the dash a lot. But Akasha is being a moody bitch and keeping quiet. Haven’t had much muse lately. Why, you missin me? <3

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I did not take power nor did I earn it.  It came with my vows. And if I were to break them, there would be nothing left.

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midnightveiled:

    the giggles and laughter were sharp. sharp in the way that one might describe swallowing a rose’s thorns. they were succulent things, attending to their ‘queen’ with a different loyalty than the beasts that Elise had decimated earlier. they were loyal in their worship of the queen. worship that elise could not understand.

    thus, she was beset by the strangeness of the lust before her. it was a contagious atmosphere, that seeped into her lungs and stirred desires within her that she should not have in this moment. and so she buried it, buried it with two allies - anger, and power. Elise’s eyes closed slowly, her corrupted hand gently folding into a fist as she channeled that dark power she was cursed with. her eyes opened and, for just a moment, they fluttered violet – only to resign to their hazel normality. 

    Etrig'an’s power was absent. She was powerless herself.

    “ what did you do to me ?! ” the fire that Akasha would have seen previously in the human realm returned. the fire of defiance. 

     In but a moment, Akasha disappears and reappears. From her bed to pressed up against Elise’s cage. A smile is present on her face, soft and wicked. Her naked form is pressed tightly against the bars, wings winding around as if to hide Elise from the other two in the room. A hand reaches through, fingers lightly caressing the blackness that cascaded across her pets skin. It was much calmer than it was when they had first met. There was still power there, she could feel it, but it was... dormant, for the time being.

     “ Ozh domosh acha! ”   She hisses in her demonic tongue. Etrig’an should know she speaks directly to him.   “ Izh sol fek! ”   My reign begins now. Your day is over. She spits the words like a curse. Once satisfied with this exchange, she turns her full attention back to Elise, meeting her eyes. Her hand starts its trail down her body as far as it can reach with the cage between them. Her thumb stops to caress a peaked nipple.

     “ Hmm.. I brought you home with me, if that’s what you mean. ”   She’s playing coy for no reason other than to annoy.

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arielshepard:

SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLE

They rarely leave the hives, rarely detach themselves from their ovipositors unless it was necessary, unless they were called for. They voluntarily leave the hives on this day to spend its entirety with their mother, to receive her blessings & her love. They press their faces & their wet teeth against hers, their smaller set of arms clutching one of her tentacles. ( She has so many that they all hold onto one. ) Each one of them is embraced individually, pitch black lips pressing against their cheeks. They make such pleased sounds, something akin to a purr & a hiss, something that only their mother has heard.

They each settle themselves around her. Mother is so small compared to them, but they treat her as though she were bigger. They make a perfect circle, a perfect spiral, with her in the center. She rests her head & her hands on the oldest one’s crest, her long, vantablack hair spilling over the ridges. She sings to them, the old songs, the ones that her Wet Nurse would sing to her when she was a child. The old songs of comfort, pulled from the darkest notes & the deepest voids. Her singing attracts the other drones, who seem so small compared to the queens as well. They curl up amongst their bigger sisters.

     Perhaps it is terribly rude to show up so unannounced, but this is how she travels, and it’s a special day! Suddenly, with a flash of bright red light, she appears before the Mother and Her daughters. She isn’t alone, however. At the end of several leashes are four panicked humans, nearly nude and bleeding from the neck where their leashes attach to collars. The spikes were turned inward. Their wrists and ankles were bound, they had gags shoved in their mouths and were on their knees between the Queen and the Mother.

     As the poor fools adjust to their new surroundings and witness what lies before them, they begin to whimper and whine. Akasha tugs roughly on their leashes, pushing those spikes deep into flesh and cutting off any noise for the time being. Akasha lays a hand over her dark heart upon seeing the Mother and her children so happy. A fang filled smile appears and her wings spread outward.

     “ Forgive me if I’ve interrupted Mother, but I’ve come bearing gifts for you and yours! ”

     Akasha leans down, placing claws on two of human’s shoulders, trading glances with each of them. There is tension in the time she says nothing, only staring. After a moment, the sound of chain hitting the floor was heard and the succubus growls,   “ Run. ”   None of them hesitate.

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needmoresouls:

“Terrorblade is where he has ever been” Nevermore said with a smile, feeling the link to Terrorblade’s soul he kept within his own. “In the midst of a war, and loving every second of it. You need not worry about sorrow” He said, suddenly becoming brusque, delicately reaching into Akasha’s mind to find the location of her new palace in Lust, and finding shadows of thoughts that worried him. “He’s not shown his face for a year?” he asked, an oddly sorrowful look passing over his face. He sighed, running his hand over his head, and said “It must be difficult on him. We were friends once, even if he cannot remember it. It cannot possibly be easy for him, watching me die.” He straightened, a small, mischevious smile passing over his face. He said “Let me show you what new tricks I learnt during my time away” and, taking a hold of her hand, moved them through the Realms, settling finally in Lust, just within the boundaries of Akasha’s palace. He grinned widely, muttering to himself “I always wondered how Lucy managed it”

     Akasha wasn’t unfamiliar with planar travel as she could blink anywhere she wanted, but it was always very sudden with her own magic. Holding onto Nevermore, she had a chance to watch as worlds blurred by them before they landed just outside of her palace. It was slightly disorientating, but upon hearing guards and beasts calling to her, she smiled and hurried to pull Nevermore inside with her. A raised hand dismissed anyone who tried to object to the Queen pulling a stranger inside her home.

     She didn’t feel the need to show him around, not right away anyway. Instead, she pulled him along with her into her personal bedroom. A large bed, luxurious and dark, cages and toys hung about. Similar to her old room in the cavern system she had set up in Pride, but bigger. Better. It was empty for once. A snap of her fingers and the dim lights grew slightly brighter for her. She sat on her bed, legs hanging over the edge and her feet not able to reach the floor.

     “ Make yourself at home. I don’t want to bother with anything... queenly just yet. I need to talk to you about a few more things. ”   The most important that she would rather tell him than have him find out about on his own.   “ About Nortrom... ”

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midnightveiled:

    the tenderness of silence soothed her. the tenderness of slumber. a ghostly presence that calmed her into a place of tranquility. consciousness faded in and out through her ordeal. the scent of blood and death replaced with sweet and tempting aromas. the corrupted Greystark could feel strange sensations - warm liquid, thicker than water, dripping over her flesh. And hands, so silken smooth that they could be mistaken for milk, brushing over her body. as consciousness dripped in and out in throes, time slid away from her. 

    a mixture of temperatures greeted her as she regained consciousness. it was a slow process, one that pulled Elise from past memories. the blood-soaked battlefield, the heads detached from bodies, and the sinister laughter of the Queen. the first temperature was one of warmth, it was spreading from her arm, much like a black sleeve, to the base of her neck. Etrig'an’s curse. It seemed to be … docile. docile and warm. as though its power was suppressed by something else. as though it bowed to another. 

    the second temperature was far more brittle. cold steel against her neck and wrists. Elise began to realize her fate. she was not dead - (could she even die with this curse?) - but rather, she was worse off. now that consciousness had returned to her completely, she observed her supernatural surroundings. this was no longer her homeworld. this was another realm. she hung, limply, utterly naked, as a scene unfolded before her.

    lust. pure, unshackled lust. there, beneath her, was her captor and tormentor. displayed in her full, unimaginably desirable form, being serviced by other demons. despite her hatred, it was difficult for Elise not to deny a growing arousal - a stirring heat in her chest. this place was debauchery incarnate. 

    “ what… what did you do to me? where am i? ”

     All three sets of eyes--crimson, white and violet--turn toward their new playmate. The smaller, petite succubus was the first to react, crawling across the bed and peeling apart the canopy to get a better view of Elise. Her pale lips curled up into a smile before retreating back behind the canopy to her Queen. A muffled,   “ She’s awake, ”   could be heard followed by a giggle. Whispers and before long, the canopy disappeared, sucked up into the unknown to let the three view their new toy and to let their toy view her new tormentors. Akasha moved to sit up slightly, the two propping pillows up behind her. Her body was still stretched out and her girls returned to coil around her.

     “ Good morning, Elise. Welcome to your new home! Welcome to Hell. I hope your sleep was restful. I had my two favorite girls here clean you up after that messy encounter we had. Say thank you to Ayla and Jezebel, won’t you pet? They took such good care of you. ”   The two succubi looked to each other and grinned and turned their attention to Elise.

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needmoresouls:

“Child” Nevermore sighed “That’s exactly what he wants” he said, his voice unconciously assuming the tone of a teacher to a favoured student “While I did not know what you have done, he took me to defang my insurrection, and to cow you and your brother; to make you search for me, and not focus on your own goals.” He flinched, instinctively, away from her embrace, before turning and wrapping his only arm around her in turn, muttering quietly into her hair “Your father kept me company, down there. Some souls last in places they have been, and a spell of warped time makes the past and future easier to manifest. I’d almost forgotten what he looked like” he said, a sad smile on his face

     Akasha frowned at the mention of her father. Her real father. She hadn’t thought of him in what felt like ages now. The light he passed to her had nearly been snuffed out it felt like. Having cut ties with the one person keeping it shining, all it could do was dim while the darkness within her festered and grew. It hurt to think about her father. She didn’t want to. Before, a part of her resented him for giving her that light and the other part loved him for it. Now? That light had ruined her. It made her do stupid and terrible things and go against her very nature. She didn’t want that. A change in subject was in order.

     “ I don’t know where Terrorblade is or what he’s been up to. The last I saw of him, he had been busy in the other realms. He mentioned that he had looked for you. And that he missed you. We both did. We were worried. I’m sorry we didn’t try harder... ”   No, this was also too much.   “ Why don’t you come back to Lust with me? You’ll be safe there. Lucifer hasn’t shown his face or said a word in over a year now. You can stay in my palace. ”   A grin appeared, finally, as she looked up at him expectantly. 

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poenitentium:

     “ How very strange - ” She whispered, entirely to herself for one does not whisper for the ears of others, but perhaps the lady was right. Her mother always did complain Margo was too sensitive for her own good. Yes, she nodded to the sensibility of it as she sat upon the bench, her hand still waving at her face as if to clear the air that hit her fevered flesh. “ Forgive me, I did not mean to concern you. You mustn’t worry - ”

Her flushed cheeks cool as she sits, though she felt as if the woman’s touch burned her skin and left her with a strange scalding taste of it. The girl took a few deep breaths, and with each seemed to calm, her skin regaining it’s pallor, and eased enough that she gave the woman a weak smile. “ Yes, it’s passed - thank you. It was the strangest thing, so very strong that it seemed to swallow up all the world. It must have blown up from below, maybe from the docks or - ” Of course she knew the docks did not smell of brimstone and death, but with no other explanation she found herself gripping strands. Still, as she could still feel a peculiar soreness where the woman’s hand did trace she forced her ill feeling aside to reassure her.

“ I am glad you did not feel it, madam , for it was most terrible. I would not afflict even the worst of all people with it, let alone as some one as kind as yourself. ”

     Dark eyes trailed down toward the docks she spoke of and her nose scrunched. She could smell the sour scent of fish and sweat and sea water from here, though was unsure this one would have been able. They weren’t terribly close, nor were they terribly far from those docks, her own sense simply sharper than any human. As her hands moved to lay in her lap, she stared down at them. A tingle danced along the palm she had pressed against the girl. This one was strange and it was that strangeness that intrigued her. She wanted to sink her teeth in. If touching her sparked her nerves in the way it did, what would she taste like? Red lips curved upward slightly at the thought. The twinkle of a pearl white fang could be seen for only a moment. 

     The air about them began to grow thick as the succubus shifted where she sat, facing the girl now. A heavy fog of alluring pheromones, a noxious cloud of lust slowly swirled in girl’s direction. Akasha wondered what she smelled like to her. No one ever did give her the same answer. Whatever they desired most was what sent them spiraling helplessly into her trap. What scent would flush the cheeks of this frail young thing and set fire to her being? Perhaps Akasha would have to ask.

     “ If it was as bad as you say, I am certainly glad I didn’t feel it. You poor thing. Thank goodness it did not linger. ”   Her tone began to shift as she spoke. Lower, more sensual. Most definitely inappropriate for such a public setting. The voice of a lover.   “ I don’t believe I caught your name, dear. ”

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midnightveiled:

   So many of them. creatures of desire and lust, circling and circling. they were vultures, nameless in their presence but all the while a recurrent reminder of how far elise had been pulled into the abyss. she hummed, a soft moan of denial, as akasha began to walk away from her, leaving her alone with these creatures. ‘no, no… don’t leave.' internal pleading did naught. it was not pleading for her safety; she did not fear these creatures, she was pleading for what had once again been denied her. 

    bellowing words of authority, so strong and malicious, but filled with such a twisted sense of care. elise was not chained to this altar, she was here of her own will - or at the very least, a result of the manipulation of her desires. as akasha cooed with such poise, such regal madness, elise slowly sat upwards. the full naked tapestry of her black-inked skin on display, coming alive in this place. even etrig'an himself could not have predicted this, to no longer have his essence as the full driving force over the greystark. 

    and so it began ——

    one demon stepped forward, male, it appeared humanoid - a rugged 40 something. but this 'human’ form was not its own. as it lingered closer, red eyes locked with elise’s, the hunter unable to look away. as it neared, its body began to shift and twist. growing larger and more harrowing. the creature stopped in front of elise. its right hand, darkened red now and full of power, it gripped her by the jaw. the greystark let her eyes close, and the creature reached forward, beginning the strangest of kisses. it was not intimate, it was barely cooperative. it was more of a declaration of dominance. its hands gripped at her thighs and pulled her harshly against its body.

    two siren-like demons muttered in laughter as they began to crawl atop the altar. one slithered behind elise, dragging black lips and teeth over the crook of her neck, brushing her hair out of the way. the other encouraged the male demon to create space, so that it could take the hunter’s breasts in its grasp. a long, serpentine tongue trailing over the taut nipple as elise moaned all the while. 

     The sweet noxious cloud that was demonic lust filled the room even despite its vastness. Akasha could smell sweat and arousal and precum of various flavors as her guests moved in on their gift. It turned her on. This whole scene was erotic and vile and everything she loved and desired. The only thing missing was a bit of physical torture, but Akasha did not want to physically harm her little bird. At least, not to the extremes she was used to harming her playthings. No, Elise was special. She never wanted that precious little body touched by a knife. Unless she asked for it. The corruption that spread across her form was enough.

     It had been calm lately, that curse. Akasha mused silently to herself as beasts made themselves comfortable on top of and within her body as maggots would a rotting corpse. The corpse did not object but welcomed those maggots. Elise was much like a corpse. She wasn’t objecting. She wasn’t fighting. She just laid there, staring up at Akasha with such longing. Only when her gaze was forced away did their connection break. Her curse seemed calm as well. It did not writhe this day. Etrig’an. Did he enjoy this as much as Akasha did? As Elise found her again, Akasha smiled.

     The largest demon who has crawled on top of Elise first growled as he was forced to retreat and share. Being snapped and cursed at in their native tongue ceased his growl to but a low snarl. He wrapped his hands around Elise’s thighs (his fingers able to wrap around and meet his thumb in contrast to her petite form) and pulled her bottom half closer. He was already exposed, as what use were clothes in a place such as this? Roughly the girl's legs were peeled apart, probably farther than was comfortable, but the beast didn’t care. He wanted to see her. A toothy grin formed, adding an unnatural curve to his otherwise sharp features. A long inhale and he took in her scent, sweet and ripe. A forked tongue slithered out to lick at lips, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth already. The member standing tall between his legs throbbed with anticipation. Elise looked even smaller as he plopped the massive thing down on her sex with a smack. For the time, he was content rocking his hips giving her a nice layer of precum. A groan crawled out of him feeling her warmth.

     Meanwhile, the succubi that had cozied up to Elise were busy giving her surprisingly tame treatment, at least as tame as a being of lust could. One spent time running its fingers through her hair and kissing and biting at her neck while the other continued teasing and tasting peaked nipples. Occasionally, the two would switch places in seemingly no time at all, their forms disappearing for a split second only to reappear where the other had been before. Another demon appeared giving no introduction, only stepping forward and pushing its cock against Elise’s face. As she didn’t immediately open up to him, one of the succubi grabbed hold of Elise’s jaw and pulled down, opening her mouth for her. With a low rumble of a laugh, the demon pushed forward and slid inside as much as he could without resistance.

     Various other hands reached forward, crawling and caressing Elise’s naked, vulnerable form as much as the main four would let them. All the while, their Queen watched from above, running her hands idly along her own body. Her body burned. She bit down on her bottom lip and couldn’t help but wonder how Elise was feeling.

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nortromthesilencer:

Too distraught to notice her guard lower, dagger along with it and instead replaced by cool, gentle, fingers, Nortrom continued to silently sob into her shoulder. Akasha had to force him to look at her again, eyes seeping regret, ashamed that it ever got to this point. Second ago she wanted to kill him, now she wanted a kiss.

It was the same thing, really.

There was a deep skepticism in the sincerity of her words and intentions. His pants were torn, pelvis exposed to the air as just moments before the succubus attempted to free his most personal of areas for herself. Now she was asking, begging, instead of merely trying to take what she felt was hers. Nortrom wasn’t fully convinced this wasn’t just another ploy to manipulate his feelings and make him lose focus.

“Akasha…” Pulling back to finally look into her eyes once more, the Silencer sniffled as he cleared his throat. Deep set eyes looked even older, marred in red from crying, tired, and so unsure. “It’s not your fault. It’s not my fault. We both went about this the wrong way.” With a sigh, his posture returned. Just one kiss. Nothing strange, nothing new. He could oblige her that request.

Nortrom leaned forward and pressed himself against her, chest to chest, before going in for the kiss. Would it remain a casual and forlorn motion, or would she attempt to pull him into something much more amorous? Would he even allow it? Clearing his head of such thoughts, the Silencer instead focused on what was there before him: Akasha. If she wanted one last kiss, he was going to give her his all.

     As if his lips were traced with holy fire, this kiss burned her. It stung with betrayal and hatred and his mouth tasted like salt and ash. The salt was from his tears. Akasha did not know why there was ash in his mouth. She wanted to pull away, to finish what she started and just leave. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t stop. This pain was what she lived for. It hurt her in the worst place, but it was ecstasy. She couldn’t stop. Her body reacted in the way it always did when he kissed her. If he hadn’t been holding onto her, she would have hit the floor. Her knees shook and she leaned against him. The hand at his neck slipped up into his hair, gripping lightly. The other danced painfully slowly down his side, along ribs and muscle down to sharp hip only to peek under the cloth of his shirt. His skin there burned as hot as his mouth did.

     There was a pounding in her head that she realized was her heart beating and she began to ache all over. Her body needed him more than she ever needed anything. In that moment, as their lips parted and they stood there vulnerable to one another, the pounding in her head growing stronger and stronger, she knew why it all hurt so much. Dying was painful. It always was. She had died plenty only for the Ancient to work its magic and bring her back. They all had. With the body failing she remembered how crippling and how terrifying it felt every single time. That’s what this was. Their love, dying. Fading away into nothingness. With each kiss and each touch, they were destroying what they had worked so hard to build for so long. This was the end. There was nothing to bring this back after they were finished. It had to be worth it.

     The world began to spin. Air! She hadn’t been breathing. With a gasp, she peeled her mouth away from his, eyes staying closed. Between strained breaths, she whispered words that she would never be able to say again without vomiting.   “ I love you. ”   It was so soft she wasn’t even sure she had said it out loud, but that didn’t matter. Whether he heard her or not, that was the last time her mouth would ever form those words. Their lips met again, this time she pushed him back against the wall. Not like before, not roughly, but with force. With passion. She craved salt and ash. Did he crave her?

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     “ What the hell is wrong with you people? ”

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midnightveiled:

   too late. always far too late. she lamented the hand that life had dealt her, and her inability to save those around her. if she was to be cursed, then let her use the curse for good. the severed head was the smallest, simplest indication – a trophy – of her failure. and so she began to surge with malice. malice and hate. the strongest and deepest of red wine. 

   the demon servants were not prepared for what came next. dark magic trailed down her arms, her hazel hair beginning to curl upwards in shadowed magic, alive and aware of the three creatures holding her down. her hair turned to black tendrils, and within a moment they shot out with sudden length and speed towards each of the demon creature’s necks. the ends of hair pierced their flesh, spurting foreign blood over her and the ground around them. the tendrils were like spearheads.

   fallen limp, the demons choked on their blood until the hair pulled back, completely severing their connection with the neck. bodies collapsed to the floor, before disintegrating into demonic ash. the black tendrils began to shrink, returning to Elise and becoming delicate and lithe hazel hair once more. 

     ugk !

   she choked. bloodlust had consumed her so much that she had not paid heed to the female demon in front of her, for what felt like searing ice touched her skin. her breath caught in her throat, her eyes returning to their normal color as she began to fall onto her side, gentle, almost child-like. around her, demon blood splattered, as her body turned cold, then crawled into numbness. she hummed with delicate exertion, as her eyes closed and the world fell to nothing.

     As Elise drifted off, Akasha observed the scene around them. A burning village, lifeless. Blood pooled like water at her feet. Human, demon--it was all the same spilled out over the dirt. With her head cocked to the side, she let out a long sigh. “What a mess.”

     A few hours had passed. Akasha brought Elise back with her to her palace in Lust. The Queen’s two favorite succubi, Ayla and Jezebel, worked to prepare Elise as she slept. Her clothes were removed, her body was washed and cleaned. No dirt or blood left upon her skin. They were ordered to take special care around her corruption. Once done, they were to collar her and place shackles upon her wrists and ankles before bringing her the Queen’s chambers. There, a special cage hung in the center of the room and Elise was placed inside. Her arms were attached to the top, her body left hanging until she awoke.

     The first sight Elise would see upon opening her eyes would be a slightly obscured view of Akasha. The Queen laid spread out across her bed wearing nothing at all, though a sheer red lacy canopy blocked out anything other than a silhouette. The two succubi who had done her bidding and tended to her new toy were with her, lazily spread out across her, gently touching and kissing. The scent of their sex filled the room. It must have been suffocating.

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