Lilah

The elevator light seems to dim. As a creature of darkness it doesn’t bother you. An odd fog seems to come from the floor. The back wall of the elavator turns to a flat black. A crimson skinned demon steps through.

To say you find her sexy would be a vast understatement. Her body is a mans wet dream and every woman’s fantasy.

She smiles at you and all thoughts that aren’t sexual vanish from your mind. In her own way she oozes as much power as Abaddon. Despite your supernatural nature you find it difficult to resist. You aren’t sure if you want to.

“Well, Linda, would you like to taste me?”

She asks more to showcase the sensuality of her voice than for a response. Of course you want to taste her, the only thing that stops you is you know there is price.

She slits her wrist with a sharp black fingernail. Black blood oozes from wound, contrasting her ruby red skin.

“Have taste. I promise you’ll love it.”

She holds her arm near you nose. The aroma is intoxicating, like some exotic drink that you know will leave you with a hangover.

She gives a throaty little laugh. “By pushing your transformation, Abaddon damaged your connection to your, Mistress. You my dear are free to make a choice.”

You waver, uncertain what to do. Lilah runs a hand over her taut abs, cupping her breasts, and pinching a nipple.

“You can taste them if you’d like, but first a decision.”