Demon of Dreadnaught
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"You're right Limpy. Look, my name is Andrew, We can probably get out of hell together, you must use the item: Vrtnn's Souls Stone."
"I don't know what that is. I have never used the master's items. They have mysterious powers and often curse the user as easily as help them."
"Ver- Veerti- Vurtin's" Andrew struggled to pronounce the demonic name. "Vrtnn's Souls Ruby is safe. Look at the Info."
"I cannot read anything, but I know that name. Vrtnn. My master has a statue of that demon in his statue gardens. It is the most frightening statue of all. I will not use an item cursed by that demon."
Andrew had to ponder. The souls ruby would have been unequippable, It would have given the imp permanent "Blood magic enhancement." Andrew would have been safe possessing the ruby. His fallback plan was the Cuff of Tears... He just had to lie about the name.
"Here wear this cuff. It's only effect is that whatever perfume you spray on the cuff, will last forever."
Andrew took the Cuff of tears from Limpy's inventory, then quickly gave it back to him so Limpy got an "Item Received" prompt in his third eye.
Limpy asked before equipping it, "What's the name of this?"
"Cotton Cuff" Andrew patronized.
The imp equipped it by reaching into his big leather ruck sack's side pockets. When his hand enters the bag, the item he is focussed on will always be in position to be grabbed. Limpy pulls out the damp cotton cuff. It is plain white with simple cadels embroidered in matching white thread. It shrinks to the size of Limpy's wrist. He makes an exaggerated "Blegh!" and shakes his wrist in an attempt to dry the damp cloth. "Why is it wet?"
"Ahh... It is always slightly damp, I assume it’s to help the perfume last longer. I don't know, I will go into it now."
Even though the imp could take off the cuff or discard it, Andrew hoped that since it's always wet, that the cuff can't burn so even if the imp threw it away or cut it, Andrew would be safe inside the scarf because the imp couldn't destroy it 100% He thought of possessing the cuff, instantly the quick skill POSSESSION activated. Andrew felt a minor magnetic pull sensation and then nothing. He was still shrouded in endless disembodied black blind unfeeling silence. He checked his status
Name: Andrew
Info: -*
A Cambion Possession demon. Born on earth, current location Hell (Sllg Plains).
Current possession - Cuff of Tears.
Backstory: -*
Quote, "I will get that motherfucker who killed Helga!"
HP: 1/0
Energy: 1/0
level:44
Exp: 66.842.000
Faction: Yours
Party: Limpy
Status ailments: silence, blind
Equipment: -*
Quick Skill 1: possession 2 - cooldown 10080.000
Quick Skill 2: Attraction 1
Quick Skill 3: none
Skills Info: -*
Andrew looked closer at the ATTRACTION skill. (Attraction is the ability to draw things toward the user. Effectiveness based on level of user, skill. Inanimate objects may be telekinetically pulled toward the user. People will feel a subconscious attraction that can influence them, for example, to settle under a demon tree instead of a different tree nearby. Constant MP drain when in use based on the "Kismet" requirement to draw a target. The highest levels can influence weather or world events, and corrupt people like the one ring to rule them all.)
"Are you there?" Limpy asked.
"I think so? I cannot see anything. Take me to the place where your master leaves hell."
As Limpy walked, Andrew was confronted with the problem, if he couldn't see, speak, feel, etc. How was he going to find the weeping mother's vagina portal or guide Limpy to the portal? His possession cooldown was 1 week, so he was stuck being an imp's pretty wrist accessory. He had to figure out a hack or something so he could see. As the imp walked Andrew again looked through his item list.
item name: Lamia claws
info: Lamia claws are formed from the soul of a snake after it dies. The old soul becomes a diamond claw while the lamia survives in hell. Feeding on weaker creatures until it is strong enough to be reborn as a new snake. And the cycle continues. The lamia with many cycles is a greater lamia and the scales start to become diamond until the lamia has been reborn so many times, diamondized soul covers its entire body and it can no longer move. It may be consumed by another lamia and that lamia will be reborn, not as a snake, but as a drake. Claws are good for magic poisons, crafting jewelry, and divination
Item name: Blood Berries
Info: Hell berries fertilized with the bodies of dead hell creatures...
Limpy announced their arrival in the master's private wing of the estate. Limpy was fearful because the master's coming and going was incredibly sporadic, he might go, be displeased with something in the living world, and return immediately, or he might go for weeks at a time, like this most current absence. Limpy rushed Andrew to get them out... Andrew was stumped. He needed to use the PEERING BUCKLER, but now Andrew was just an item. Before He was a creature. It was a soulless unfeeling mass of rock, but Andrew fully embodied that and could manage movement/fighting pretty well. As a piece of wet fabric, he couldn't even be blown by a gust of wind. Andrew reflected on his thoughts again... He wasn't just "IN" these things. He never felt like he was driving the rock monster. They weren't separate, He "WAS" the rock monster, he "WAS" the cuff of tears even now. He looked hurriedly at the item info for the CUFF OF TEARS: an enchanted cotton cuff...The cuff will hold a perfume's scent indefinitely. While others smell the intended scent, the wearer can no longer smell anything pleasant....
He rationalized quickly and said excitedly "Limpy, I have an idea!"
The teen took the peering buckler and gave it back to Limpy, "Equip this quickly" Andrew used his third eye to focus on Limpy's perception. "Look through the buckler with your third eye, Limpy." Suddenly Andrew's black world was filled in with high stone walls and exquisite golden molding. As full sight was returned for the first time in weeks, Andrew recognized the signs of luxury surrounding him. Everything was clean and large. Jewel inlaid Vases glittered, in the colors of the house. The walls were textured stone, painted bright red. The art and accessories were red based with gold accents. The floor of the giant room was covered completely in plush pure white fur. In the position of most prominence was the master's giant orgy bed. It was boat-like in size with many red and white pillows laid upon its silken sheets. "HA!" Andrew exclaimed, There floating magically about 5 ft above the bed, was a deep purple vagina. It was swollen and wet with clear juices. It hung there separate from everything else, just open and glistening mysteriously. Limpy said awestruck or fear-stricken, Andrew couldn't tell, "I have never seen 'that' in here before." Andrew surmised, "I think only demons like me can see them, it has probably always been there."
"So this shield you gave me can let me see what demons see? does it give me other demon powers?"
"No. It's an exploit... I think. It's complicated but basically, I am not a demon. I am a wet piece of fabric with several magic powers.
1. I can 'magically' smell good Forever
2. I didn't tell you this before, but the Cuff smells good to everyone you meet, but it stinks when you smell it."
Limpy interjected, "You lying demon, you cursed me?"
"No no" Andrew soothed. "I AM the Cuff. I control what you smell. I control it by magically influencing your third eye."
"But what's the shield for, if you can control my third eye?"
"Ah see here's the hack!" Andrew spoke boastfully. "My smell goes to your nose, it smells good. My magic controls your third eye to change your perception to something bad. The cuff would do this automatically because of its enchantment, like a machine, or computer, inputs and outputs, but the machine must be able to read what you like and don't like. It must be able to 'see' through your eye to do its job. I am not a machine. I see through your eye and can do things that aren't in the original item descriptio
n, Because I add extra 'demon' enchantments to the item. The PEERING BUCKLER is for me to see through MY third eye and not through yours."
"I Have no idea what you are talking about... Demons cannot help but be tricky and corrupt wayward imps. Master has always warned us. I am a fool to disobey."
Andrew sensed that just being in the room was overpowering the cowardly imp's resolve.
He knew the fear a sadistic demon could invoke. Andrew would have the same reaction if he lingered in his mother's room too long. Losing all his joy at solving the 'sight' problem, to be his normal emotionless self, He spoke coolly, "Climb on the bed and try."
"Try what?" came Limpy's uncomprehending reply
Andrew wasn't attuned to communicating with people who weren't already halfway reading his mind, like his sister had been. They never had to finish a sentence and most of their communication was so subtle people might believe they didn't know each other at all. "Try to jump into the... Portal" fully expanding his thought now, flustered the teen. He was telling the imp to jump into a giant wet pussy. He'd never seen one in real life, and processing it now kicked up his adolescent hormones. He couldn't get an erection, but he was certainly 'motivated' to get closer to the Weeping mothers wet opening. Limpy shook violently, placing his hand on the bed. Andrew instructed, "GO." and the imp started climbing. The short blue form climbed on top of the bed. He had never been a participant in the master's orgies here, but most of the other house imps had been made to participate in differing degrees of 'willing' and 'unwilling'. The bed was springy. Limpy jumped up and down in the place where hundreds of imp slaves were made to have sex with each other, with different hell beasts, or worse things. The 3 ft tall imp was able to bounce about half the distance needed to reach the vagina. It wasn't going to work.
"Chairs, anything?"
"Huh?"
a sigh, "Look around for anything you can stack together, to reach it."
The imp ran around the room frantically trying to gather the heavy red stone furniture. Exquisitely carved chairs and display tables were spread about the room. They featured smooth curving seatbacks with shapes resembling blood waterfalls or large looming crimson waves. The furniture looked giant compared to Limpy, but imps have a stat bonus of HIGH CARRY WEIGHT. Limpy handily dragged things around and hoisted them onto the bug bed, but it was too springy. The objects couldn't balance enough to be climbed. When Andrew was young and still attending school regularly his mother would torture him by making him hold his small hands a bowl of ice water. Whenever she could sense his frustration from the difficulty of his homework. It was like tuna calling a cat. He would sigh just a but too loud, or scratch his head and slam a pencil, any display of distress would set her on him. Berating him until he was weeping in desperation. She piled on insults, threats and the ice water. Doing math homework left his brown hands numb and stinging. His head pounding from crying, and his soul aching from the hatred being piled on him. Helga was first to realize that their mother wasn't hurting them because of the homework, she didn't give two shits about them and wouldn't notice if they never had homework. She stopped going to school altogether. And her torture stopped. Mother fed off their misery. Andrew on the other hand stopped feeling altogether. But here, in hell, the teen was confronted with so many obstacles. On earth he would abandon whatever didn't come easy. But this he HAD to do, depending on this weak worthless imp, brought out a kind of evil desperation in Andrew. He wanted to bring out the bowl of ice water.
"Look you shit. Either you figure out how to get up there, or I'll leave your worthless ass here. You're a small stupid waste of life. When I fucking leave you and your master comes, I hope he ass rapes you to death!"
Name: Andrew
Info: -*
HP: 1/0
Energy: 1/0
level:45
Exp: 70.376.000
Faction: Yours
Party: Limpy
Status ailments:
Equipment: -*
Quick Skill 1: possession 2 - cooldown 10020.000
Quick Skill 2: Attraction 1
Quick Skill 3: none
Skills Info: -*
The pressure and threat of Andrews words were too much for Limpy to bear. He was confronted with imminent abandonment and irreversible death. He sank into despair. His life had always followed an orderly rhythm. Do your work. Get your reward. Leave the estate and go back to work. His powerful rock monsters shielded him from any kind of fear at all. But something strange happened when Limpy thought he was going to die. Something which shouldn't happen to disposable imps. Limpy Saw outside of himself, his lot in life, his master. He felt something beyond what was, it was faint and maybe no other imps in all of the sprawling lands of hell have experienced this in 3000 years. Limpy had nurtured a dream while he was alone in the wilds. Now, when it mattered most, Limpy had a reason to act. Limpy's emotion infected Andrew's space again. It snapped him out of his rage. Andrew started to apologize to the imp. Both Andrew and Limpy were too late to act. The weeping mother's vagina pulsed. It began to open. Their time was up. Sliding out of the vagina, was a powder white Hercules of manly perfection. Naked muscular and hairless The Master of the estate, emerged from the birthing vagina. It smoothly stretched around his massive thighs. The swollen purple labia, rippled over Sntn's taut abs and perfect triangle shaped torso. The vagina spewed ethereal liquid as it stretched to more extreme size over the broad demonic shoulders. Sntn, for his part, emerged unaffected. Perfectly dry and completely clean. He floated lazily down onto his orgy bed. His face was relaxed with swooping low eyelids half hiding green and violet jeweled eyes. His snow white form rested on the silken bed facing Limpy and Andrew directly. He brushes a strand of golden hair from his disinterested beautiful face. His gaze didn't seem to register Limpy, Who was shocked, still as a corpse, was even there. The look was "Through" Limpy. Andrew was filled with a dull dread, that the demon might be looking at him. No one moved or reacted for several tense moments. Until the most minute flash as Sntn's eyes focussed on Limpy with the clear buckler attached to his arm. On Earth, Andrew would have dipped out as fast as his long legs could move, but attached to the fear frozen imp the look snapped Andrew to his own senses and he looked at the status of Sntn. Andrew didn't have sweat glands or a body, but certainly, Limpy felt the damp cuff become soaked with liquid. The numbers Andrew saw were astronomically deadly...
Name: Sntn
Info: -*
HP: 5.866.800/5.866.800
Energy: 100.000/100.000
level:88
Exp: 937.600.000
Faction: Sntn, Incubus
Party: ...
Demon of Dreadnaught part 2: preview
Notes:
Name: Sntn
Info: The ruler of a large estate in the Under Valia. Mostly flat grasslands with gently rolling plains. Sntn is an Arch Incubus. He has grown to Max Level faster than any other demon, within one human generation. Incubi and Succubi are generally obsessed with sex and thus even though they gain great power, the other demons do not see them as a threat. Sntn has followed this course and is unbothered by the GREATER ARCH DEMONS who control the surrounding territory.
● Strength 2460
● Speed 880
● Endurance 9999
● Willpower 88
● Dexterity 4500
● Intelligence 880
● Elemental Def 88
● Physical Def 178
HP: 5.866.800/5.866.800
Energy: 100.000/100.000
level:88
Exp: 937.600.000
Faction: Sntn, Incubus
Party: Creshfield (human)
Status Ailments: Overcharged, Aroused