𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝 || Bear & DubDub

[HeyThereLittleBear]

Of all the magics that ruled the underworld, there was nothing quite like the power that ruled both sides of the living - sex. In life, she had been a young girl blessed with the curves of a woman made to bear children. Her breasts budded when she'd been hardly fifteen and her hips had become wide and curvy by the time she'd hit puberty properly. She had been a beautiful thing, but her blessing had also been a curse that had left her the victim of a trade that had existed nearly from the beginning of time. Where there were beautiful women, there would always be men that craved sex, needed it more like beasts than like anything human.

Sex had been her trade from the moment that she'd blossomed fully into her womanhood, the bloods betraying her for what she was. Her father had been a good man but he had been poor enough that he was willing to offer up the only good that had been marketable. Unfortunately for his daughter, it had been her body. Sex sold better than the meager crops and had lead towards her downfall because even if sex was the best thing they had to offer, men always wanted more. Her life ended when she was young, a girl that was hardly nineteen and was in her prime, her last moments with the hands of a man around her throat as he pumped his cock into her the last few pitiful times.

Her life had lead her to really only one final destination she could ever get to, a Hell that had been personalized just for her. An endless succession of men that tortured her in ways that she couldn't deal with. Most people took well over a century before they broke but she had been someone that had been weak to begin with. Her human life had left her a fractured soul that was subject to being made into something new. All of the cracks and holes in her heart had been filled and for the first time in her life and death.... She'd been whole. The broken pieces of her mind pulled together as she was made new, her body changing and her mind altered as she was reborn from a simple human to... Lilith.

They chanted her name for her as she'd risen from the blood of the damned a new creature, her skin covered in scales and face elongated so that she looked like a hybrid between a snake and human. Even with her scaled wings and horns she was a beautiful creature, her face soft and her body supple. The underworld took her in as one of its own and had made her into something better than she could have made herself. Living, she had been an empty shell. Dead, Lilith was a much more interesting thing. They taught her magicks and spells, imbued her with powers she had only imagined of as a human girl. It had all swollen her head up and made her more confident in herself, putting a hunger in her that was unlike anything else.

The hunger was what drove her and made her eager for her powers to grow, moving in the ranks quicker than the other demons that won their power on their backs or on their knees. It was hunger that lead her to the spot where the worlds were at their thinnest, sitting beneath where she knew she was closest to the topside. Her eyes closed as she tilted her head back and there was a moment of peace. The moment of peace ended as she felt something in her like a hook, tugging her so hard that her back arched and her breath was taken from her. A low groan came from her lips as she felt the hook release, everything coming to a screeching halt as she stood in the center of a room. The candles around her flickered before faltering and blowing out, her eyes opening to see a place that was humble in its appearance. Her breath left her body in a whoosh as she sighed, her body heavy as she lifted her head to look over everything. There was no one save for a man, dressed in clothing that was foreign to her. Her eyes moved over him slowly, realizing only then that she was robbed of her wings, the usual backdrop of her vision.

Her eyes searched his face slow as a smirk found her face, "You... Explain yourself."

 

[DubDub]

It was clear that the happiest moments in Wrenn's life happened when he was a year old toddler, because he could not remember any other time where he was truly happy. Life can be summoned up to the worst and the fondest memory that one can have. In Wrenn's case, one of the fondest memories he had was seeing his father dying with a knife in his belly; he hadn't stabbed the man, but he sure wished he could have done it himself. Wrenn had issues calling him a man or human though, because he was nothing but a vile and detestable monster. The regular beatings that he had to endure weren't even the worst of it; that had been something he got used to rather quickly. Wrenn had a sister, she was young and beautiful, but that was exactly the problem and why their father used her for his own enjoyment and coin. This happened until she left one day with their father and he returned alone, claiming that he married her off for a good amount of money. A month later, he found out that she had been sold to brigands to be used as their camp whore and died soon after. Thankfully, they did not enjoy what they called "defective goods" and took it out on the old bastard. So in a way, something good did come of it...

His mother wasn't much better. The meek and scared woman was only so when she was around people she couldn't manipulate. She spit poison into Wrenn's ears, turning him against everyone and everything, in hopes that he would see only her and take care of her. Whenever father beat her, she beat the young Wrenn, claiming that he was at fault for not protecting her. When father died, she tried selling herself, but few men wanted her. She tried selling Wrenn, but thankfully, she found little luck there too. When she couldn't take it anymore, she attempted to poison herself and Wrenn. She knew nothing of poisons and while the dosage had been enough to kill her frail body, he went through hell for a few days, yet survived. The attempt on his life did leave him with crippling stomach pains that would flare up whenever he ate certain things, or too much... or seemingly at random sometimes. He also lost his sense of taste and smell, which affected him mentally more than he thought it would at first.

After he became an adult, Wrenn discovered that he had some magical capabilities. It was the highlight of his life when the sorcerer he met on the streets told him he could be one as well. It was like he had found a purpose, something that he could do that others would value and think more of him than just useless trash. The sorcerer praised him greatly for his latent abilities, but Wrenn would later find out that the man held no such beliefs and merely wanted a free servant. He worked under the sorcerer for three years, learning next to nothing of his magical abilities and working like a dog to please his teacher. Said teacher was also secretly using his magic to cheat in every gambling den he could find. It worked out well enough as the man was smart and didn't always cheat. When they found out about his misdeeds though, they not only tortured and killed then man, but they also tried to do the same to his "accomplice".

Desperate to escape, Wrenn tried to skip town, but found it impossible without being discovered. He knew that he was going to die at this rate and that fear gripped him harder than he could possibly imagine. He turned to his former teacher's books and quickly flipped through them. He had seen the old sorcerer summone small imps and the like to his aid sometimes. If he could summon something like that, he'd be able to use them in his escape. So when he found the magical circle and started drawing it, he did his best to follow the instructions to the letter. The slow and methodical preparations were ruined when he heard the loud banging on the door. They were there for him. He snuck a peek through the window and saw three burly men with clubs and knives. They were going to kill him.

Panic set in and he finished the ritual as quickly as possible, even skipping a few steps and altering others in his rush. "Please... please work!" He begged the circle as he cut his palms and placed the bloody prints at the center. Some kind of blast sent him back and outside the circle as he crashed to the floor. When he looked back, he saw not a small and wicked imp but... a woman? At least he believed her to be one, judging by her form, but she was clearly... not human... no, she had features that were demonic and... The door banged louder and the lock began to crack as his heart beat even faster. "I... I summoned you. Please! Please help me! They're coming to kill me!" He begged her.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

Fear was an acrid smell that stung her nose, so sharp it almost reminded her of thorns in her nostrils. They flared in response to such raw emotion, her eyes moving languidly from her summoner to the men that had begun to bang on the door."Kill you?" She purred, as if the idea were something to be discussed on a casual Sunday afternoon, her bare feet stepping away from the circle slowly towards the door. "I could stop them." She agreed, her tone soft and nearly like she were speaking to herself. "But how would that benefit me?" Her last question was definitely directed at him, her body turning now to pin him with her gaze again, her arms crossing slowly in front of herself.

He might have had the power to somehow pull her from the depths of hell but one glance over him told her everything she needed to know about him. He was weak. A man that lived in fear and in a few moments would piss himself as appropriate a man his status. He wasn't a warrior or mage, wasn't even a bard that carried stories to aid in her becoming accustomed to this strange world above ground.

Ah, but her mind was already pulling back to one vital piece of information she couldn't just gloss over -- he was the one that had been strong enough. Perhaps there was something more to the man than being a mage, something powerful beneath the surface that needed... Extracting. "Tell you what, I'll do this as a favor to you... And you'll do some things as a favor to me." She didn't bother to secure the deal, a man in this state of terror would have no choice but to agree.

Instead, she turned to the door and opened it. The men on the other side crashed through, her hands catching them as her flesh caught fire. Her own magic was at work here now, her arms embracing the men like lost lovers, bringing their bubbling flesh against her spreading embers, her mouth touching them in scorching kisses. They seared and screamed, writhing as they tossed.

The silence, perhaps, was worse than the screaming. Void of their agony, the hissing of their skin filled the room, the smell of their burned flesh pungent.

"I'd say our deal is struck."

 

[DubDub]

On any given day, Wrenn would have and likely should have just made a break for it. When a devil that clearly wasn't an imp was summoned, he should have known that something very terrible had happened and that he wasn't dealing with some lesser creature that would obey his commands. He should have been more than aware that even if he got out of his problems with the current pursuers, that there was a high likelihood that this demon would end up being the death of him later on. But fear dulls the mind of details that one should always be aware and careful of. Fear was a dangerous thing and when he felt that terrible terror at being captured, tortured and killed by those thugs, he did not think anything through properly. The seductive being before him seemed like his only escape and he had no choice but to agree. A favor for a favor, not something uncommon for deals with devils was it? At least she wasn't asking for his life... for now.

"Yes, I'll do it. Anything..." His words were probably unheard by her, for she was already opening the door. Wrenn panicked and scurried away from the door like a scared rat. He hid himself next to a desk as he witnessed the horror of the murders that ensued. Men that any human would be scared off, big brutish bastards that had no qualms in hurting others... vanished into ash upon her touch. She was powerful... and now he was able to see just how powerful she was.

Wrenn had to fight back the urge to vomit upon the sight of the fatalities. As a victim, he was happy that they died, but as a person, it was horrifying to witness. However, part of him could not look away from the deaths. He wasn't enthralled by them, but by the power. If he could do what she did, nobody would ever try to hurt him. If his teacher had taught him anything of worth that he could use in a fight, he wouldn't have been scared. This was all the old man's fault anyway and Wrenn was happy he died.

"Thank you." He said, standing up and looking at the stunning demon. "What... do you want me to do?" He knew how it worked... she did an easy task for her, but the one she'd give him would be dangerous and lethal for sure... but it might be better than what they had planned for him.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

With her victims deceased and their charred remains falling to the floor, her arms fell lax at her sides once again, moving now only to brush the mix of flesh and ash off her skin. The flames had been a tickle for her, nothing compared to the Hellfire she was used to that ached someone down to their very soul. The men were likely experiencing it themselves now, souls damned for their deeds in life and forced now to rule out their eternity sentence for their choices. The thought was endearing enough she almost wished she could descend to watch it, but her attention had to be on Wrenn now. The human stared at her not as if she were what she was -- a beast risen that could easily kill him as she had the others. He stared at her with a mix of wonder and... Well, naturally, lust. She was a lovely woman to behold and he was just a human man. He wouldn't be immune to desiring her.

"What I want from you is simple -- you'll help me find someone." It was delivered as if it were a simple task, but the smirk on her lips suggested otherwise. She needed someone very specific, someone that would require a quest of its own to find the materials to summon him. Her eyes moved around the room before she let out a soft sigh, "I suppose you will need to also teach me about your time. How do your people dress? In..." Her eyes moved over him slowly and she wrinkled her nose in distaste, sorely missing the silks she'd been dressed in when serving her time in Hell, "That? I don't suppose you have coin to purchase proper cloth, hm?"