darkest_fate
machina erotica
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2009
- Location
- the INTERNET
The place felt demonic, more than anything else. Just walking near it made shivers go down your spine and made you tremble. Cold sweat beaded on your skin, your palms grew clammy, and you wanted nothing so much as to turn and run the opposite direction. Many warriors, brave, true souls, hadn't been able to resist the sheer power of the lair. They'd fallen prey to it's horrific presence and ran into the night, most never to return to the kingdom out of shame. Yet now, it was not a warrior to stand before the lair, nor a mage or any other sort of impressive figure. Instead a lone girl in white stood before it, trembling.
Lyra had served as the princess for her people for nearly eighteen years now. The young girl had spent her time learning how to eventually become queen of their kingdom, to rule with a just and fair hand. Her parents had saw to it that she received the best education available, that she ate the finest foods, and that she received the pampering one would expect. In return, Lyra had devoted herself to her people and her kingdom, doing whatever it took to save them. In this case, that clearly meant facing this demon.
The mages and wise men said this might be the last chance their kingdom had. Sacrifice a pure innocent, one of power and prestige, and the demon may just be sated. It was a desperate, final hope, but it was that or lose yet more men and livestock to the horrible beast. So Princess Lyra went out, clad in a white robe and tiara, hoping that her noble sacrifice would be enough to save the people she'd been raised to guide
"I am here, demon!" she declared, bracing herself, a trial given the lair's powers. "Come take me!"
and she waited.
Lyra had served as the princess for her people for nearly eighteen years now. The young girl had spent her time learning how to eventually become queen of their kingdom, to rule with a just and fair hand. Her parents had saw to it that she received the best education available, that she ate the finest foods, and that she received the pampering one would expect. In return, Lyra had devoted herself to her people and her kingdom, doing whatever it took to save them. In this case, that clearly meant facing this demon.
The mages and wise men said this might be the last chance their kingdom had. Sacrifice a pure innocent, one of power and prestige, and the demon may just be sated. It was a desperate, final hope, but it was that or lose yet more men and livestock to the horrible beast. So Princess Lyra went out, clad in a white robe and tiara, hoping that her noble sacrifice would be enough to save the people she'd been raised to guide
"I am here, demon!" she declared, bracing herself, a trial given the lair's powers. "Come take me!"
and she waited.