I just thought of something but, what if the average human goes to hell, stays there a long time (any ring). But after some time, their transformation starts to take an unexpected turn. They somehow get the weirdest mutations, they grow 6 tails, 3 long horns, pale and dark skin, and somehow wings.
["Hit the slay button."]
You become an incredibly attractive demonoid + Icon reactions
You're something of a marvel to the denizens of Hell.
Whenever you show demons a photo of yourself as a perfectly untouched human, they're generally unable to believe you ever were human to begin with. Surely, even if you spent entire decades of your life in the Rings, you could never become such a striking specimen! Alas, it is the truth, and you can prove it with your medical records, all the progression photos you've taken...
You're not even sure how you achieved this yourself. You'd come to a certain point in your life where the physical changes seemed inconsequential to you. In fact, since you planned to keep living in the Rings, you figured these mutations would only serve to help you acclimate easier, maybe make some of the locals respect you more- It's a double-edged sword, socially.
You don't think there's any demonic ancestry in your genes, and even if there was, the chances of you becoming what you are today are the equivalent of winning a genetic lottery.
Three curling, spotless horns branch out from your head, symmetrical and evenly spaced, your back is adorned with leathered wings you've had a tough time learning to live with, and there's barely enough space on your lower back for the six flowing tails you've been gifted with by forces unknown. Although you are no concubus, your eyes still carry a shine to them, lashes long and heavy. Your pallid skin all but radiates in the burning heat of Wrath, and glimmers softly in the dusky skies of Sloth- Save for a choice few spots which are utterly void-like in complexion, yet seem to compliment your proportions perfectly.
It turns out you are a vision of utter beauty for most fiendish folk.
Covetous, irresistible, enraging, overpowering beauty.
Life has become hectic, to say the least.
People began getting pushy with you.
Concubi drooling over the ground you walk on, moaning for you to join them in adult industries, or just to let them touch you. Pride lusts for your image as well, wanting to make you the face of several modeling jobs and picturesque decorations. Greed demons attempt to ply you with ornaments, offering anything to have you as their arm candy. Gluttony likewise is very insistent on having you passing by almost every restaurant, promising to let you indulge in whatever you most crave. Sloth will do anything to keep you around for just a bit longer, oh just a little more- Smitten wrathful folks maim each other in your honor, and oh... You don't want to talk about the skinwalkers in Envy.
Celebrity that you've become, you'd give anything to have a moment to yourself, to have some privacy- But even having hired a trustworthy manager (you think they too are unfortunately infatuated), you simply can't do anything wihout having to face a crowd.
In fact, things get dire when the Icons themselves send formal invitations.
You can't deny them. Even if you wanted to, being in bad-standing with the rulers of Hell is a one way ticket to danger.
And, to make things even more conflicting, all of them seem to covet you, a realization that has you nearly nauseous.
Cero will wax about how poetic it is that only someone like you could ever meet his standards. That the two of you are clearly so alike and so aligned, it's be foolish for you to even want to stick around other Rings, with the dirty riff raff- But he understands, you are a public figure and you must tend to the masses. Just reach out to him when you've decided that you want a life as grand as it should be, by his side.
Vorticia is nothing if not a huge charming mistress to you, so effortlessly capable of dragging you into a comfortable dinning table to share meaningful conversation and splendid wine with. Isn't it nice to have this peace and quiet, away from people who simply can't appreciate you normally? If you would just let her care for your weary self, you'd want nothing else but to be in her hands. She promises.
Rinx is relentlessly pushy. He's sure the next set of priceless thingamajigs he sends your way will be what has you tumbling into his arms! Give in, you shall never crave for anything else, he will place you atop the tallest pedestal of the Ring itself. There's no one in Hell and out who could offer you a smidge of what Rinx readily lets flow your way. You are born for opulence and you would be his most unfathomable treasure.
Kalymir has promised he will have you. Neither a request nor a threat, he plainly says you will fall into his bloody hands when he slaughters all who dare take his chosen mate away. A gorgeous trophy you'd be, but to pair such looks with deathly force would be his greatest pleasure. You can only keep running from him for so long, and Kalymir is nothing if not a fan of the chase, you teasing little whore.
Zizz believes you'll choose him in the end. He can offer you a type of peace none of the other Icons hold. In the privacy of his chambers, you'll know nothing but the sweetest sleep and the most satisfying dreams. The two of you will dance together, away from undeserving eyes, your minds connected for a greater purpose. He has time to watch the others fumble and crush their chances entirely. Like the fools they are.
Vesper is determined to whisk you away and show you such insurmountable pleasures that you forget all others. He will play your perfect body the way it is meant to be, and everyone will see you come apart by his ministrations. Nothing else matters, darling, just let yourself get worshipped day and night, you'll live in a paradise of adoration and he alone will be the puppetteer to every spark of sensation.
Livius is mad with want. You are everything! He wants you! He wants to be you! Within you! Join him, pick him, he will match your every trait, the two of you would be so incredible together. Please, everyone wants you, they hate you because they can't be you- But not Livius. Oh no, he loves every pore on your skin and he will rip his way to you eventually, his envy for those that get to spend time with you is all-consuming.