Sleep time for your humans.

You look at you the beginnings of your army. It's not much to look at. Nineteen soldiers inbetween level 1 and level 4, a rangeress (with some serious issues) and a few rather useless NPCs. The main thing however is, all of them are human. You still wonder how easily the soldiers were swayed to your side. Maybe they had it bad too. Being robed constantly by renegade players or being pushed out of the way by a running hero might get to you too. While thinking of all this you see the sun dissapear behind the horizon. Evening is slowly approaching and your men need sleep. You see the first of them laying down already, they know as well as you do that the knights if the respawn won't be happy and each of them is around level 20 so they would make micefood out of you. The trick your **** pulled before would not work again.

Thinking of her you look for Rachel. She leans against the bathtub in which she had been moments before. She has a blissfull look on her face. Her eyes are closed, which you think is kind of sad you love her little blue dots in the darkness, but however you realize that she has to sleep. You yourself don't feel tired. Must come with being a totally and utterly corrupted being. Or the weird feeling you get when you look into the moonlit sky. The moon or Nula for those who believe in the storys seems to look back at you, but not with the hatred as Helia did, but with curiosity (Not really look, as he is a planetoid sized thing so he can't really do that, also did anybody notice that most fantasy stories on different worlds have only one moon, shows how lazy all the typists are, I mean come on how hard can it be to find out the tidal effects of two moons). He seems to look into your soul, while you look up at him. He seems to be able to do that for a long time. You however can't look too long at him, as you get nervous. With a shudder you look away and search your **** again. She now is fully dressed and has her cloak thrown around her. The cold wind from the sea is blowing without hinderance over the barren peninsula. With a few steps you are at her side.

//Rachels POV (Mind-matchinks more than anything) - and this will be a bit of a mess, but I intend it to be as to showcase her mind at the moment, remember people corrupted, safe, first love (and thats even through her corruption), and stuff like that can really fuck up your brain - if it is too unclear I will change it up or remove it completly I am not sure about it to be honest, it just felt right, but enough brabblematchinks, here it goes:

I seem to stay in two places at once, in an empty room with a second me, or better an empty void staring at a second me and the other is the normal world where my corrupter looms close.
He is over there. No he isn't. He is right here with me, I should stand up, my master would like it, or stay on my knees. Stay on my knees.
No, I have to fight this. I try to push out of this prison, since he asked me that question I haven't been really myself. It's like I have two people inside my body, myself and this, this thing.
Must obay the master, he set me free. He looks so good with his wings. He is so soft. And so big.
No this is wrong. I am Rachel Arariel, Daughter of a mighty wizard. I can do this.
Maybe I can get his attention, maybe I can even get his love again, he set me free, freed me from those nasty two.
Well, yeah, he did that. He helped me kill my 'friends', those two loyal servants of my dad's, he won't be too happy to haveing lost me.
I have to tell master, I have to tell him who my father is.
No, I still can keep you out of my memorys. They are not yours they are mine.
The woman across from me smiles at me. Her blue eyes piercing into mine before she says "I am you. The corruption can only bring out all my thoughts I hide."
"Stop talking like that" I demand, if she inhabits my mind could she at least have the decency to say "you" to me.
As if she had heard my thoughts - and who am I kidding she probably has she answers "I still don't get it, this is going to be harder than I thought." With that she turns around which I now know means she is takeing over my body once again to work for this beast, that calls itself my master.
Master is here with me. Master is keeping me warm.
Through my eyes I can no longer control I see she is right, the actually quite nice outfit my 'master' gave me dosen't do much against the wind coming over the fields. The Demon however has his wings laid above me to keep me warm. It is still weird to me how something so incorporeal can be so warm.
Master is a caring lover. I should be more gratefull.
I am not even sure if I said that or if she just thought it in my head. I don't know anything anymore.
I know that I am I.
I try something I read once long before, repeating what I know about myself, so I start I am Rachel Arariel, Daughter...
**** of a great Shadowcreature, I am nothing but his fuckslut and cocksleeve...
I start too drift away into sleep, I don't really want to, because I think I know what I am going to dream about

//Back to the shade

With only a little bit of rearranging you lay beside your sweet pet. Your wings around her she breathes slowly into your upper body. She seems completly at ease. Only her eye movements show that she has a pretty intense dream. Her read hair has itself entangled in the tips of your wings and with one of your hands you play with a strain of it. You try to be gentle to not wake her up and just take in the sight of her. Her perfectly shaped body in that perfectly tight outfit. With the other hand you move down towards your crotch but stop yourself, the movements would wake her up and you want to look at her some more sleeping so peacefully. You can always fuck her again in the morning, nothing to worry about.

//and now a detour to a galaxy a long time ago, wait wrong intro, (can we get sued for this?)
"Sorry Mr. Arariel, but your daughter is in a deep coma." the doctor said while looking the man in the eyes. The man, who is wearing a very pricey suit, turns away angrily. "It is this goddamn game my company created, I know it is" he screams at the poor man. He thinks back to how they found her, slumped lifeless sitting in front of her computer, she was playing with her friends, friends he picked out for her, and somehow they died, in his fucking game, he might not have programmed it but it was his company. How could she do this to him, he was so successfull the sentient creatures brought more and more money in and now she had to stay in a coma. With a glance at his mobile phone he realizes he has a dozen missed calls by a guy called Blaine. Oh thats one of Rachels friends he remembers, with an annoyed tone he picks up, what he hears stuns him more than anything...