Male, A Sire of Sin

The cult of the beautiful Bellowyn does not hold men in high regard, other than as sperm bags and tools for manual labor. Even then there are ogres who are more potent in both regards. As a sex we are not endowed with the beautiful ability to carry life, as such the cult is more or less a matriarchy. So I have known the tyranny of women for most of my life, and there’s no tyranny like demon worshipping sexy Tyranny.

That dear reader, is what makes me so absolutely remarkable in this blasted world. I was chosen by Bellowyn herself to carry the banner of corruption out of hiding and into the world. The cock loving, man-hating deity chose me. Not my sisters, not my mother or aunts, nor a succubus, nor any of the enchantresses, or assassin devoted to her. There was no grand demon summoned into the world. No prince in exile, just me.

Fabulous me.

All of this is not to say that I’m less incredible than any of those alternatives, because I’m obviously so much more!

Aren’t you just salivating with interest? Don’t you just have to know what I possibly could have done to earn her grace? Well believe me, so would I. When you’re a devotee of a god, or demon they don’t really explain these things to you, and the reasons aren’t always clear. You can dedicate your whole life to a temple and not hear so much as a whisper from it’s patron, and then some asshole across the street finds god in their gum wrapper. It’s all lunacy. There’s no real explaining it.

But you like me well enough right? You think I’d be a good leader right? If you had to have one evil overlord, take over your lands, and corrupt it’s people, you’d choose me right?

Thank you, I appreciate that.

I won’t bore you with the details of how it became known that I was Bellowyn’s will made manifest, I’ll just let you know that it was made quite clear. There was a lot of pageantry, and demons, and the whole orgy was just ruined, but I had a good time regardless.

There was a three-day long feast, which was more like an hour-long feast and 71 hour-long fuck fest. Then after I recovered from that I was summoned into the chambers of The Matriarch Glenda. Which is a very fairy name, that doesn’t quite reflect the pillar of spikes and evil that is our leader. She’s a tall lithe, blonde woman who’s starting to grey and show her age, impressive since she’s 180, and still has the tightest pussy in the compound… from what I hear.

I’ve never gotten to experience that glory because she thinks of me as a ‘slime covered weasel, worthy only of contempt.’ So it’s hard to seduce a woman if that’s her starting disposition. “Good morning Matriarch.”

“Hearld.” She said that most honored of titles, with blasphemous contempt. She and the rest of the women in the compound were quite upset about a man getting a position that had only ever belonged to a woman. I’m sure it would be the same if our roles were reversed, so I don’t blame them. I’d be jealous of whoever got to leave this HPV infested dungeon, regardless of the circumstance. Sometimes I find myself starting at the dead bodies as they get carted away, thinking ‘I can’t wait for that to be me.’

“You summoned me?”

Glenda was our leader, and had been for a few generations. She was feared and cherished, and lusted after as all good leaders should be. Personally she terrified me. She killed without hesitation, never smiled, and all together seemed to be a rather miserable woman. Not the first person I’d elect to lead a society of free thinking free loving hippies, but she’d kept us safe for all our years, so there’s something to be said for that. Sometimes necessity comes before fun.

She’s standing, leaned against a bookshelf, filled with vile and irreplaceable tomes, and knicknacks. Her blond hair runs over her shoulder, and is the only shock of color on her. She only ever wears pure black robes, or nothing at all. “As you know you’ve been appointed as The Next Herald.”

“So that demon was telling the truth. This whole time I’ve thought this was all some awesome prank. I guess I should have known, I’m the only person in this place with a sense of humor.”

“And we love you for it.” She’s such a prolific liar that I believed her for a second. “However, even clowns need to work. You’ll be setting off today, to begin your quest.”

“An honor.” It really is.

“Before we send you out.” She gestures to a woman chained to the floor, who’d I’d been politely ignoring. “Make her call you master.”

I shrug, easy enough. I sauntered over to the woman, with all the confidence The Herald of Bellowyn should have. I squatt in front of her, and give my best smile. “Hello love, would you mind calling me master?”

The woman growls at me, and spits a glob of snot into my face. “I won’t do anything for you, demon worshipper.”

I don’t like that too much. I return my own growl, and yank the woman by her hair from one side to the other. She screams in surprise as I spin her about. I wipe the snot off my face, and slap her with the same hand until her cheek is slimy and red. “That’s not very polite.” I release her hair, and she slumps to the ground with a sob. “It was a very modest request. Now give me what I want.”

“I’m sorry master.” She sobbed, trying to pull her shackled hands to her burning cheek. (+5cp) -25 cp)

“Hmm?” Did you feel that? It was like a tingle in my fingers. I swear I just felt energy flowing from her to me. “What was that?” I look to Glenda for guidance.

“That was this ****’s soul, her purity, free will, corruption, the scholars are constantly debating what to call it. Regardless, you aligned her just a little bit more with Bellowyn’s desires, and as such you were given a few points as a reward.”

“Points?” I look at my hands. “Like in a game?”

“Correct. As one of Bellowyn’s chosen you have the ability to work miracles through her grace. To perform these miracles you must accumulate and spend points, gained by corrupting the world.”

“So I get magical powers, just by doing my job. Very nice.”

“It’s not just magical powers. Turn you attention back to the girl.”

I look back the the chained woman, and… well… my consciousness is sucked into a black void. I’m floating in the air, and so is she. The room is gone, the chains are gone, and her naked body is suspended as if she’s falling from the sky, or sinking into the ocean.

“What the…?

“A fine specimen.” a male voice joins the void, and with it a green gaseous orb flies into view. It begins to orbit the girl like like the sun around the earth.

That would have been weird enough, but a second voice joins the conversation. This time it belongs to a woman. “Already in chains, it does my heart good to see a creature achieving it’s potential.” As she speaks a steel gray orb begins it’s rotation around the girl.

“Not bad for a beginner, I see potential in this young pup.” A brown orb joins in on the orbit, once it’s male voice sounds off.

These three spirits swarm around the girl. “What are you?” I can’t stop myself from asking.

The grey orb shutters, and speaks. “Young dear.” Her voice is gravely, but kind like a grandmother. Not either of my grandmothers, who were both psycho demon worshipping assassins, but you know… the kindly kind of grandmother I’ve read about in books. “Art though not a disciple of our mother? Recognize thee not, us three?”

I squint, and notice that within the orbs there is a sigil upon each, like an ornament in a globe. Demonic sigils of the princess of hell. “Let’s see.” I bet I can recognize them now that I know what I’m looking for. “The grey one is… Steelowyn, She Who Would Enslave The World.” Prince of slavery, bondage, and pain. A personal favorite. “Green is Grokhan, Warlord of The Abominable.” Prince of Orcs, goblins, and all that is ugly. “And Brown is Seabaoden, of The Braying Senate.” Prince of Animal Hybrids, and anarchy.

“I’m honored.” I gasp. These are some all-stars in the games of hell, and they’re talking to me? The Princes were the children of Bellowyn before she slept with the Old Gods. Mighty and powerful deities who too had seen the beauty of the abyss and gave their bodies and souls over to the darkness.

“You are.” Seababaoden, confirms. “Our mother has chosen you to corrupt the world, and thus you are worthy of our services.”

“Services?”

“This woman, a portion of her soul is ready to be fed to our mother. One of us will have the honor of doing the feeding, you may choose who.”

“A portion… not the whole thing?”

“A whole soul?” Steelowyn chuckles, and the whole circle of demons joins in. “You think highly of yourself. Though a whole soul is always preferable, souls are usually consumed one bite at a time, divided into eight even portions.”

Wow, I never knew. “Okay, I get it. So how do I choose which of you gets it?”

“We bid on it of course.” Grokhan laughs. “For instance, give it to me, and I will cover your **** with troll warts.”

I let a pause fill the air, until it is clear he isn’t going to fill it with anything else. “Oh, am I missing something? Why would I want that?”

“You’re not missing anything.” Steelowyn sighs. “His bids are always like that, and he wonders why he gets so few souls… from humans at least.”

Grokhan laughs again. “Well, if you ever want a beautiful person taken down a peg, I’ll be there.”

“Indeed.” Steelowyn voice makes it obvious she’s not too fond of this particular brother. Orcs, trolls, and goblins all tend to be **** races, I suddenly wonder if there’s something more too that. “As for me, I offer you the gift of silence. This **** will not speak another word for all her life, I will bind her tongue so she may never disrespect her master again.”

Mmm interesting. There was a certain kind of pleasure knowing her last words would be ‘I’m sorry master.’ I quite like that.

Seabaoden speaks up next. “Pick me and I will give her the nose of a rat. Henceforth this **** will become helplessly aroused by the smell of her wretched environment. The stink of sweat, the pungent garbage she must tend to. All will excite her, and she will become all too happy to **** away for you.”

Very interesting. “Thank you all for your offers.” I take a moment to consider. “It shall go to Steelowyn.”

“Smart boy.” The wizened voice gushes, and spins happily around the girl. The other two orbs huff, and float away leaving us alone. “Come here my dear.” The orb whispers to her prey. “Rejoice my pet, now this treacherous tongue will never again displease your master. Serve now in silence my sweet.” I feel a faint wave of energy coming off of them, and then I see a rainbowy mist emerge from the girl only to be consumed by Steelowyn. “Mmm mmm, thank you sweet boy for giving me this pleasure. Forget ye not, that you may dedicate an entire soul to me, if this be your to your delight. Doing this would avoid yon bidding war.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

And just like that I’m back in Glenda’s chamber. I shake off the experience like water off a dog’s back. The woman wakes up as well, looking around a bit confused. I wonder if the can feel the bite taken out of her soul. “Are you okay?” I ask her gently.

She glares up at me, and moves her mouth to form words, but nothing comes out. Not even the sound of passing air. A shocked look consumes her, and she grips her throat, terrified. How delightful.

Already bored with her I turn to Glenda. “That was certainly interesting.”

“Balancing the favor of the Princes is all part of the job. Try not to seem like you have a favorite or there could be consequences.”

“So, every… twenty five points or so that will happen?”

“If it’s 25 out of a specific soul, then yes. This is how you change and enhance your servants and followers.”

“Fascinating.” I turned my head to the **** who was trying to make a sound by coughing. “Do I get to keep her?”

“Of course not.” Glenda snapped. “I’m gifting you with something far more valuable than a mere human life. Come, we head to the vault.”