Revnarh
Playful demoness
- Joined
- Feb 12, 2014
- Location
- another dimension
Damien, a young incubus who was only a few hundred years old, looked at the human realm through a crystal ball to find his next victim. He loved it to play with mortals and to cause chaos on earth. He wasn't the strongest demon nor did he look very scary with his slim feminine body. Long black hair that stopped at the middle of his back, wide hips and a big ass made him look like a girl from behind. The young demon was only 4'5 tall and liked to wear revealing clothes like black short shorts made out of black leather as well as a fishnet shirt to show his smooth, hairless red skin. Other incubi were muscular and could scare humans away with just by appearing in front of them nor did they have small perky A-cups on their chests. Damien prefered to use a more subtle method by invading dreams, turning them into nightmares and stealing souls while the humans were asleep. He had a lot of luck with that strategy and earned his horns this way. They were small though and looked cute like his wings did. Damien wasn't able to fly, but he had enough demonic power to levitate instead. Little did he know that one day everything would change in a way he never could predict or else he wouldn't have spend his freetime at the most famous club in hell. There were a lot of demons in this place to celebrate their victories. A lot of succubi, incubi and other creatures of the underworld had their fun with the damned who had sold their souls to them. Damien was sitting on a chair at the bar and waited for his drink to arrive which he had ordered five minutes ago. What were hours or days to someone who was immortal?