Margaret

Margaret was one of those doctors driven by an immense, profoundly rooted empathy. She went all they way through her studies with one goal and one goal only: to help people. To cure them, to alleviate their suffering, it was the main idea of her life.

Now that she had given her soul to the idol, had welcomed the transformation, the darkness inside, her goal remained the same. She wanted to cure people.

The idol had toyed with humans for a long time, and one thing was sure: the purest intentions made the most powerful corruptions. It had invaded her heart, her will, her core beliefs, and had merely added a few nuances to it. It had whispered a promise in her ear, knowing very well she could not resist the temptation. Not after seeing what this dark power could do.

She had been absolutely stunned when she had seen her patient, then herself being transformed like it was nothing. The Idol had bent their bodies, remodelled them like clay in a few minutes, it had transformed them into impossible beings without effort. A full rewriting of their flesh.

Healing wouldn't even be a piece of cake for it, it would be a formality.

Because if it could create a whole new creature, with new features, new powers, if it could twist reality like that, then how easy would it be to just change a molecule there, a few genes here, to repair that organ and eliminate that toxin. Child's play.

And as she walked confidently in the corridors, she felt her purpose like she had never feel it before. She would cure these people, every one of them. And she wouldn't just erase their disease, she would make them better ! She would wipe the age off of their faces, she would give them access to something they couldn't imagine. She would make rivers of lust flow the building, she would blacken everyone's mind until they gave up their souls to their new god, and she would cum watching their bodies change into demons.

Her pussy throbbed at the idea, realising a wave of juices and pheromones, and she leaned on a wall, trying to maintain her composure.

But the lust was burning her, pulsing in her mind, and she barely repressed a moan of desire. Something in her screamed at her to just tackle the first nurse and fuck them senseless, in front of everybody, but she grinned and took a hold of herself. A plan had unfolded in her mind, and she needed someone to do it.

By a very coincidental trick of the fate, her gaze met who she exactly needed. Her grin widened, and she walked toward them.