Taking the World to Hell

You stand stock still, staring in pure shock and horror as black smoke begins to quickly swirl all about your darkened bedroom despite the lack of any breeze what so ever. It is dark beyond belief considering it's still afternoon and the light is on. Within seconds of reading the line out of the book you began sweating so profusely that sweat was running into and stinging your eyes despite suddenly feeling a chill in your body the likes of which you have never known before. You stare down at the old, worn book in your hand as it begins to slowly pulsate a strange eerie purple light as an unknown pulls the tomb from your grasp. It floats in front of you, the light growing in intensity, nearly blinding but you find yourself unable to look away.

The book remains open to the page you were reading, not a single page rustling as it begins to slowly descend to the floor as the smoke finally begins rushing towards it. Collecting into a amorphous mass somehow darker than pure blackness and much larger than you are. As it finally gently lands upon your cold, wooden bedroom floor, it begins to dissipate. As it does you begin to make out a humanoid form.

Even though your room remains so dark to see just about anything, every nook and cranny of her winged, horned, dark magenta body is clearly visible. You can see nothing else in the room except for her perfect, flawless, captivating form and as she swing her forked tail, looking at you with an amazed, amused smirk. With a happy, seductive chuckle she takes a couple of exaggerated, hip-swinging steps towards you. Pressing her large, pointy tits up against your chest and says,...