A Demon

You feel a moment of incredible pain and remorse as you soul dies.

With it gone you feel Abaddon’s dark seed changing you from within. Your thoughts darken and you feel wonderfully wicked.

Your blood vessels turn black, giving you skin a gray complexion as the corruption spreads. You hold up you hand and watch as your fingernails grow long and sharp. Moments later they darken to a shiny obsidian.

You run your tongue along your teeth as they sharpen into fangs. You cut your tongue and taste your blood. It tastes good.

Tiny black scales begin to cover your body. You feel a momentary pain as razor sharp horns burst from your forehead.

In moments the changes are done.

You watch as Abbadon changes, each of her scales becoming the color of flesh. In moments the illusion of gorgeous, sexy, powerful woman is complete.

She smiles at you. “Time to play your part, Trent.”

You focus on appearing human and in moments you look exactly like your old masculine self. Of course you still have a a wonderfully useful snatch and the ability to change forms. You revel in just how perfect the new demonic you is. You can’t even imagine a more ideal form.

You peer over at Tasha. You want to bring her pain and despair. You want to drain her of useless emotions like love and compassion and make her as perfect as you.

You rub a finger along your slit. Of course fucking her and seducing her into darkness would be fun too. You are quite certain you can inspire lust in Tasha even better than those Succubus skanks.

Abbadon grins. “What are you waiting for? Take her. She’s yours to play with.”