Return to the Abbey

When morning comes, you sit up, yawning, the soiled blanket falling away around your bare and ample breasts.

The sunlight hits you, warming you slightly, but the room is still quite chilly, and you can't help your nipples from hardening in the cool air.

Rising to your feet, you walk over to the chair that you had left your clothes on the previous night. Pulling them on, you stare at your reflection. Your old Burning Rose attire no longer looked right on you. It was too modest, too chaste. That wasn't who you were anymore. Though, the lingerie that Russ had given you had replaced the cotton undergarments from the Abbey, and that, at least, made you feel a bit better.

Collecting your possessions, you exit the room. In the hall, you pause before Russ's still closed door for a moment. Then you turn, and leave the Inn and Russ behind, forgetting the man almost instantly as you mount your horse and make for the remains of the Abbey. Human men, even one as charming as Russ, mean nothing to you now. Even if they did, the Cambion had ensured that they would never be able to satisfy you. For this reason, and many others, you leave the Rogue behind, never looking back.

You are riding for hours, the Horse huffing beneath you with exertion. When you finally reach the start of the Abbey grounds, your breath catches in your throat. What you see is utterly beautiful to you now. The Abbey has been virtually leveled. What few structures remained standing leaked black smoke out into the afternoon sky. The faint cries of feminine pain and pleasure are barely audible over the howls and calls of the many Daemon species that doubtlessly still stalked the grounds.

Here, and at the Daemon Camp on the other side of the grounds, were the mightiest forces that Hell could bring forth. Virile Daemons of every possible shape and veriety were waiting just out of sight.

Suddenly you remember how you are dressed. These clothes are the same as those the enemy wears. Not wanting to be mistaken for one of the Sisters, you dismount from your horse and strip down, removing your blouse, weapons belt, and pants, so that only the black silky lingerie and panties remained. The mark of Daemonic ownership is just visible above the top of the skimpy black underwear, ensuring any Daemon that found you by chance would recognize you for what you are.

Leaving your possessions and horse behind, you walk unafraid towards the remains of the Abbey, eager to find the Daemon who would own you for the rest of your days, the Daemon who's children you would carry and give birth to, the Daemon you had always been destined to serve.

You smile as you stride forward, the curves of your shapely body on full display in the skimpy lingerie.