You want to feel clean.

Without hesitation you reach out to the warm, clean miasma and pull it into the mass of thoughts that is you. You feel safe and content as you mix with the emotions within, embracing them as you, allowing yourself to become more, to become whole. As the contents of your mind begin to settle you feel yourself take your first breath, life filling your new body.

"Awaken, I command it." The voice speaks, and now you can truly hear it. Her.

You stir, sending ripples across the pool you lie partially submerged in. It's not exactly cold, but the hard stone beneath the thin layer of water is anything but comfortable. You open your eyes and blink as you adjust to the low light. You roll and groggily try to push yourself up, your new limbs trembling beneath you as you groan from the effort.

"Kana, bring her." Again she speaks, a soft yet strong voice that sends a shiver down your spine.

From behind you hear an amused snort and heavy footsteps approaching, followed by a splash as this Kana person steps into the shallow basin you are struggling to rise from. Warm, strong arms easily lift you from the ground and begin to carry you towards the source of the voice. Without knowing your own height you can tell the woman carrying you is enormous. You look over her red skin, the strong set of her jaw, and the twin horns emerging from her forehead. Although you cannot focus past the fog that still covers your mind, you somehow know this woman is an Oni.

You are carried past a crowd of whispering people you can't make out and the Oni woman deposits you onto a soft violet rug. You push your fingers into the luxurious threads and enjoy the sensation for a moment before looking up at the throne you've been sat in front of, and more importantly, the woman sitting in it. As you take in her appearance several words jump unbidden to your mind; beautiful, dangerous, powerful, succubus.

The woman on the throne appraises you carefully, an amused grin set on her gorgeous lips. She reaches out and lifts your chin to **** you to look directly into her eyes, which gleam like frozen fire. Your heart skips a beat and even past the fog in your mind you find yourself filled with a strong desire to love this woman, to protect her, to serve her. Apparently having found what she was searching for, the woman withdraws her hand and speaks, "I am Aedira, your Empress, your goddess, and your creator." She crosses her legs and leans back into her throne. "You belong to me, mind, body, and soul." It's a statement, one that brokers no room for argument. "You will not forget it." Another statement.

The raven-haired Empress gazes down at you, her eyes shining an even brighter ruby hue than before. The fog in your head becomes stifling, it's getting hard to think of anything at all. The Your Empress lifts one of her bare feet towards your face. "Now my little pet, why don't you demonstrate to everyone here that you understand your place in this world?" You feel your cheeks grow red as you realize what she's asking of you. Her smile grows even wider, "Perhaps if you do particularly well I'll even let you have a name."