The Sacrifice - Mana and cevl

[Mana]

Cornelia looked up to the night sky and sighed. A sudden itch had attacked the part of skin around her wrists, right below the ropes that bounded her to a tree. Her legs felt cramped as well from being in the same position for too long, but it wasn't as if she could change her condition in a snap. She wanted to curse, but she also knew that profanity wouldn't get her anywhere.

The world itself had forsaken her. First, it was her whole family, fell dead one by one to the black plague. She had no relatives, and being an orphan in war-torn, plague-filled town bounded everyone to toss her to one another, until eventually, she landed on the street. And when a demon appeared out of nowhere (perhaps because of the smell of death and hatred that hung so heavily around the area), Cornelia was the first choice to be the sacrifice in order to appease the creature's wrath. Not that she believed it would work anyway.

Cornelia sighed again, looking back down. "Come and kill me, then," she muttered glumly to no one in particular. "If Death is as good as they say, then I'd rather die than keep living in this wretched place."

 

[cevl]

The demon had no intention of stopping to destroy the town only because one petty woman was offered to him as a sacrifice. No, he would both take the woman as his, and destroy the village. Hey, he never promised to stop if a proper sacrifice was given. In fact, he had never even talked to any of them in person, they had just gotten the idea all by themselves.

He appeared around her as a sort of black smoke, making her skin tingle, and her vision clouded. "Who said I would kill you? I never planned on murdering everyone out of the town either." he said. "No, far more, let's call it 'fun', things will happen to you." Then, a black dagger appeared in her hand, "But first, you need to bind yourself to me. Cut yourself in your wrist, I'll do the rest. If you don't, I'll murder all who are left in the village, and make you watch, or use you as a weapon."

That he was merely a shadow wasn't a coincidence, or something to impress her, what she couldn't know was that he wasn't as powerful as he once was, and needed a human vessel to keep him here, which she would soon become.

 

[Mana]

Cornelia felt a tingle on her skin and looked up, only to realize her vision had blurred. She knew the demon had arrived, and it was soon proven by the voice that seemed to talk directly in her head. At first, she was frightened with the whole ordeal, but upon hearing the notion of watching all the villagers die, the blond haired girl only chuckled. "I wouldn't stop your killing spree even if I could," she replied. "In fact, you're doing me a great favor, really. They've done nothing but making my life a living hell."

Cornelia then used the dagger that had magically appeared in her hand to cut her bounds loose, though she couldn't immediately get up yet thanks to her cramped feet. She then directed a pair of curious blue eyes towards the floating shadow that had been roaming around the tree that she was bound to. "Well, that looks like a pretty convenient form," she commented. "Are you planning to kill all those villagers in this form, or do you perhaps require some mortal help?"

 

[cevl]

The demon roared in her head, making her vision blur even more, and with what grasp he still had over the mortal realm, tightened his grip around her neck. "Listen, smartypants, even in this form I can make the lives of everyone you even feel the slightest bit of sympathy for, a living hell, and make the lifes of those you hate great.. But, if you bind with me, I could also draw out the demise of the people you hate. It is your choice, girl."

He didn't like the fact that she had already rebelled against him like this, especially when he somewhat needed her. But it was fine, he could easily get that out of her. It wasn't like she was more powerful than him anyways. Barely anyone was, at least in his normal form.

 

[Mana]

Cornelia gasped at the sudden aggression. The voice in her head became much more demanding, and it became difficult for her to breath. With a reflex to defend herself, she flailed at the unseen shadow with dagger, but she soon noticed that her attempts failed to change her condition for even a bit better.

"Ugh..." In the midst of despair, Cornelia remembered how the voice urged her earlier to cut her wrist. Out of desperation, she did just that, lifting her left hand and swinging the dagger across it. Cornelia cried out in pain when the blade cut through her skin, as blood started dripping from the wound to the ground. Dizziness took over her head like a wave, and she fell back; the only thing supporting her limp back being the very tree that she was bound to.

 

[cevl]

The Demon grinned when she tried to hit him. How could she ever think to hit a shadow? Maybe she'd be able to hit the part around her neck, but she'd hit herself too. When she cut herself, agreeing to help him, he grinned. He tightened his grip around her wrist, taking the blood in him, and moving a slight part into his soul into her, which stuck to hers. From then on he'd forever know where she was, what her intentions were, and strong thoughts she had.

He untied her from the tree and brought her to his lair, a cave a mile or two north of the village. There, he took his humanoid form (In which he looks like Sanguine. If you don't know him, look him up on google images), and waited for the girl to wake up. Then, the real fun would start.

 

[Mana]

Cornelia opened her eyes rather hesitantly. Her head was throbbing, and her wrist painful from the cut she attempted on her earlier. She tried to sit up with a groan, wondering how far she was out. A blink of an eye later, she managed to gain clearer vision and saw that she was no longer in the forest, but a cave of some sort. Everything was dark - the only lights that allowed her to see was from streaks of moonlight. She blinked some more and backed up until she reached the cold stone wall, her eyes and ears alert.

"Where... am I?" she thought, as she felt her fear surging from her heart. She remembered now about the sacrifice, and how she cut her wrist using the dagger that the demon had conjured. The dagger was nowhere to be found, though her wound was definitely still there. Panic clouded Cornelia's judgement long enough that she only realized the presence of a man in the cave a few moments afterwards, standing directly opposite her. "Who are you?" she asked weakly.

 

[cevl]

The man grinned when he felt her mind stir before her body did, and he could see the girl sitting up. His vision in the night was as good as it was in the day, so he could see all that happened. When she asked who he was he let several string of darkness latch around her neck in a similar way as before "Take a guess." He said, walking closer to her, the darkness releasing her neck as he did.

When he stood in front of her he knelt down, and looked into her eyes, his revealing a lot of pain and suffering, which he had brought to others "You know," He said, "I am really thankful that you bound yourself to me, if not, I'd have to return to hell in a week or two. But as I'm fairly ungrateful, it won't make your treatment here any better." He smirked, moving his finger over the middle of her torso in a vertical line, and it started to dissappear from there.

 

[Mana]

Cornelia gasped as she felt a familiar force choking her. The demon, she thought. Just seconds after her realization, the force disappeared, leaving her coughing and holding her pained neck. Her blue eyes glared up as she heard the creature's steps approaching, though it softened a bit when he knelt and she could see his eyes. They were surprisingly somber and quite... sad, contrary to his awful attitude.

"No thanks needed," she replied flatly. "I did it quite unintentionally."

Her eyes continued to stare straight at the demon's as he ran his fingers along her torso. Being a grown up woman on the streets, Cornelia was quite familiar with such situation; she had had worse experience than being groped in her dress by a demon. Or so she thought. A sigh betrayed her determination when the demon ran his finger down her navel. She could have known that a demon's touches would be much different than a street scum's.

"Stop it," she said, finally mustering her determination to take hold of his hand with her own. Her blue eyes glared fiercely up to her captor.

 

[cevl]

His eyes weren't sad, though some people thought they were, they were full of despair, but not his own. She saw the despair of people he had led to hell. Which would quite possibly include her on a later date.

"Oh, I think that's not the truth. It would only have worked if done willingly, and if it was unintentional, it wasn't willing." He said.

The man wouldn't stop, and when she tried to grab his hand she could feel it being hot, searing hot. "Why would I? You submitted your soul to me by cutting your wrist. Maybe I should have said something about that. You belong to me now, so I can do whatever I want with you." He grinned, "And believe me, there are a lot of things that I want to do with you."

 

[Mana]

Cornelia withdrew her hand away as if it just made contact with a pot of boiling water. Indeed, it felt as such. It was the heat that made his touch so different; it burned through the fabric of her clothes. And when the demon reached her more sensitive parts, she could only bit her lips as she felt passion started to rise in her body like fire.

"So be it, then," she muttered, while her breathing turned into shorter pants. "Do whatever you want with me. Kill me or torture me, or throw me into the depths of hell; I will not care anymore what fate awaits me."

 

[cevl]

The man moved his hand further down, over her pants. Due to his magic most of her top had already disappeared and fallen off her, though her bra, at least if she wore one. Once the bottom part of her clothes was gone too, just gone in thin air, he went back to her panties, taking them off.

"What caused this change in you, girl?" He asked while his hand trailed over her slit. Her warm pants made him smile even more then he already did. "Do you think I'll grant you the mercy of death?"

 

[Mana]

"Does that even matter to you to know what I think?" Cornelia asked back in between her increasingly ragged breaths, as each piece of her clothing disappeared magically into thin air, until she was sitting there naked by the cave's wall. She bit her lips when the demon touched one of her most sensitive parts, though her body seemed to deny her determination as it opened her bare legs wide. His mere touch felt like fire that strangely arouse her further, causing her entrance to overflow with her essence.

In her mind, Cornelia cursed the villagers like she never cursed before, for letting her be in such situation. Death would be too kind for them, she thought, and she wished they would each meet a fate at least worse than being defiled and put to shame by a demon.