A Demon in Heat

The portal is slow to open, but having waited close to a year for the opportunity to wreak havoc in the mortal world, you are much more patient than you would have otherwise been. Your brethren curse and breathe fire and break stone as they leap through the gaping vortex, and you hiss your excitement as you stretch your wings to join them.

You land on a rooftop in a nondescript neighbourhood in an unidentifiable large city after what feels like hours of floating through nothingness. You could see the high-rise apartments surrounding you, smell the stink of mortals and the sweet promise of their blood, but you remind yourself that you have come for one purpose: procreation.

You have at last achieved a level of power that allows you to take part in a much desired ritual: the impregnation of a mortal woman to provide a personal entry point. The human realm is by nature poisonous to the demonic constitution, you may last up to a month, maybe more, but it grows increasingly difficult to live away from your home. With an offspring born of this world and your own, you will be able to ground your presence and thus spread your evil with no time restrictions.

You flex your wings in thought as you smell the air. You sense the presence of a few potential human females in your proximity, but first you must reform your image. You concentrate and your wings slowly retreat into your shoulder blades. You squeeze your eyes closed as your tail curls back into your body. Next, you flex your hands and your claws withdraw inside. You smile as you look down at yourself. You stand at an imposing height of six feet and two inches. Your body is lithe, glamoured to look tanned rather than the vivid red of your original complexion. Your hair is the colour of obsidian, cropped neatly just shy of your shoulders. A snap of your fingers and you are now dressed in a black tailored suit to complement your colouring with a pair of shades to hide your golden eyes.

Now ... you snap your fingers again and three images float before you in thin air. The first image is a young woman dressed in a habit. You can see she is good-looking by human standards, though you cannot yet tell either her hair colour or eyes, but it is always amusing to push an obedient sheep into hell.

The second image is of a slightly older woman with red curls and green eyes. She is generously curved with faint lines at the corners of her eyes and around her mouth, and appears to be a mother - judging from the teenagers seated around her at the dinner table. There is always a challenge in turning a housewife into a sex-crazed bitch.

The third image is of - ah, curious, you think. It is an image of the older woman's oldest daughter. She inherits her mother's colouring and ample chest, which dwarfs her slim build. You can tell she will be the easiest to seduce of the three.