Worshipping Ruinous Powers

[LordLuck]

(Closed for southern_slut)

The Infinite Layers of The Abyss

Lord Akradrag sat over his throne, a piece heavily carved of the flesh of his own vanquished peers. The Archfiend ruled this entire layer of the plane, and excerted his influence over two others - the upper and the lower one, where his many minions battled those of his new rivals.

He was bored. It had been months since he had left The Abyss, called and summoned by an apprentice that hoped to get rid of her annoying concorrence. Akradrag had raped her corpse after slicing her throat and drinking her blood. He was not a patient being, and to be interrupted of his own lethargy by a less than capable being was nauseous.

The war wasn't going well. After ending Ghargatuloth the Bent, and acquiring almost half of the upper layer, both the Demonlords neighbouring his domains started to pour their own soldiers and creatures over his lands. Akradrag was having no trouble in dispatching them himself, but when absent, they would slowly overwhelm his own demons.

But suddenly, he heard it. A whisper of his name, coming from somewhere far. Too far. An upper place, so far from the Abyss and it's shivering layers. The whisper kept calling him, tiny, female voice that begged for his presence. He disregarded it with a though.

However, the voice started to call his name louder and louder. And more surely. The beg become a demand. Someone, whose power attempted to be sufficiently imposing, called for the Archfiend. He could feel the Words of Power summoning him. And then, he felt it. A wave of delicious bitterness flowed through his entire being. He was being summoned by a pact of blood.

Yes. It is time to leave this hole. Let's see who calls, he though.

 

[southern_slut]

Velynia, a petite brunette woman, shrouded in naught but a flowing black cloak. She stood in the antechamber of the once proud temple. The Demon temples had been ransacked and destroyed centuries ago, but she'd found this one well enough in tact. He fair skin was in stark contrast to the deep black cloak draped about her shoulders and her green eyes seemed to glow with an other worldly vigor. She was well schooled for one so young. Her family knew the secrets of demons as her ancestors were their caretakers. She'd been taught the ways they may be summoned and kept under control. In the center of the room lay a circle of runes, set to allow passage between the realms. In it's center lay an earthen pot of mixed herbs and essences. The faint odor of incense filled the dark room, the blackened stones seemed to radiate their own essence of power. She'd even come to think the Demon Lord wasn't coming. Maybe it'd all been a hoax. As she began to doubt, the stones seemed to come alive and the floor looked as if to fall away. In the circle was a vortex that put out the very sensation of dread and anger.

 

[LordLuck]

A flash of light, thunder and smoke.

So sudden that the whole temple shook as Velynia's spells had succeeded in bringuing the Archfiend to the material plane.

A creature, shrouded in a deep courtain of smoke and shadow, stood now inside the summoning circle, the glittering runes and enchantmends of binding distorting themselves as the powerful entity imposed his presence over them. They held, but almost barely. Lord Akradrag could feel their sting as the powerful binding spells did their work to compel him to stay over the circle. His hooved feet stomped the runes around, leaving their form imprinted in ash and burnt stone.

He defied the spells. Stretching his wings and arms fully, Akradrag forced the thin edges of the barriers, as he positioned himself as an spider before a predator, willing to look bigger and more threatening. With a deep, unearthly bellow, he cried in defiance before the large chamber.

He looked down into the summoners. Akradrag was an imposing figure. Taller than anyone present, the Archfiend was a bestial figure. His hooved legs like that of a bull impatiently rasped the stone floor. His torso was big and massive, furred from his groin to his chest, a black, deturped fur. Under his furred groin, one could notice his large ball, barely concealed by the thick fur. His arms were large, his shoulders broad. His features were concealed by the smoke a blacker than black darkness, except for his fiery red eyes. His pitch-black horns stood proudly over his head, his bat-like wings drapping behind himself.

"Who dared to call upon me?", his voice a distortion of reality as his own presence in the room.

 

[southern_slut]

Velynia's very core told her to run and hide and pray. But she couldn't allow this demon free, He'd kill her for such weakness, she knew it was all or nothing.

"Why, dreaded Demon Lord, I did. Velynia of Aelur, daughter of Kelgas. I summoned you this day as my ancestors had taught me. I have brought you here to return this world to it's old ways. The ways where mankind feared and worshipped you creatures."

She stood, defiant, and slowly allowed her robe to drop. She knew these demons sought the worst in human nature so she placed lust fore front to him. Controlling the situation at hand.

 

[LordLuck]

The Archfiend's crimson eyes glittered at the prospect. Velynia bore a fine, luscious body indeed - and that had enticed his attention more than her paltry words, trying to buy his satisfaction.

"A fine offer you bring me, daughter of Kelgas.", he smiled wickedly, his long tongue licking his lips with antecipation. "How fare your father?", he said mockingly, knowing already the foul fate that had befallen the ancient Kelgas.

Akradrag forced the runes a little bit more - almost over their limit. She would soon notice it, but her spells would not hold the mighty presence should he wish to escape.

"You have a fine objective, woman. But such pursues always come with demands. Say your wish..."

 

[southern_slut]

"My wish is to become a Demon Queen, to cast off these shackles of mortality and achieve true power. My father did not have the constitution to bring about such changes but I shall. My virgin blood is key to bringing about the Demon revolution. And with You as the ruler over this realm, You have fresh bodies and souls to build Your armies and renew Your conquests elsewhere."

Her eyes were wild and her mouth almost frothing. She raised her arm and removed a ceremonial silver blade to begin the spell to open a vortex large enough for an army of Demons to arise.

 

[LordLuck]

The arrogant, little naive girl. She had no idea how completely out of his considerable powers were that request. Still, she had talent. She had summoned him - a powerful Archfiend himself! There was still much Velynia would have to learn lest to suffer the same fate from her father.

"A fair request, woman. However...", he started, paciently. "You lie alone. Where are all of your acolytes? Your domains? Your serfs?"

"You have yet nothing, and wish to raise to a charge higher than my own? True ambition is that. But... that can be negotiated.", he mocked her with a flippant tone. "Be aware, though, that it will be hard and long before you can taste the least steps of demonhood, foolish girl."

 

[southern_slut]

With an enraged scream, she trows the ceremonial knife at the Demon King and suddenly becomes little more than a spoiled brat. She stamps her naked feet and throws a fit for a few moments when she begins to notice a movement behind her. Damn! Her spell to keep the Demon King at bay required constant attention. She turned to see him looming toward her frail form and she began to tear off to the temple door.

 

[LordLuck]

Too late.

It was too late. So sad. The poor girl had caught his eye before the childish play she had done; and the Fiend would not put up with that. She had to taste a little discipline before calling upon him once more... if she had the chance.

"That was not wise, woman.", he said as he bolted through the weakened runes, crashing their magic and dissipating their every effects. "Now you shall taste it.", with a poweful, callous hand he grabbed her by an ankle as she tried to run, pulling her towards him. His voice boomed in laughter as he pulled her terrified form towards his own massive frame.

 

[southern_slut]

With a blood curdling scream she grabbed at the hard stone floor, almost tearing her fingernails out. She reached for her cloak and cast it at the monstrous beast. It filled the room with a deeper darkness than Hell itself could generate. She got up and ran only to collide with a pillar she hadn't seen. Her glorious plan, and triumphant escape, had both failed completely.

 

[LordLuck]

The mocking laughter of the Demon echoed even louder at her pathetic attempt to flee. There was no escape. No intervention would have her fleeing from his massive clutches. And she had not thought for anything beyond her well being - but the ignorant Velynia had unleashed him upon the world - to wreak havok and destruction.

"Cease and desist, whelp. You are now mine."

He said as he loomed above her, his bovine hooves petting the floor over each side of her body. With a vicious clawing, Akradrag lifted the woman and pulled her against his shoulders, slapping at her naked backside with his other hand.

"You wished to be infused with power, whore. I'll give you that. The Ancient Style."

 

[southern_slut]

As his hands tained down upon my bare backside, my mind filled with fleeting images of what exactly I'd gotten involved in. Each smack showed me the universe, the realms, pain, torture, peace, and... everything. These images frightened me, yet no matter how I screamed or pleaded, the abuse continued.

 

[LordLuck]

For she had not showed respect before the mighty Demon, and that would spell her undoing. The beast had meant to give her the power she sought, by the Ancient Style. That could not be good. As the Archfiend dragged her across the crumbling temple upward to where once had laid an altar - and now there was only an open space, he threw her unceremoniously at the ground.

And he them kelt before her. She could notice the furious lust into his eyes as he caught her by the legs, forcing them spread wide.

 

[southern_slut]

As if the iron chains of Hell had wrapped around my knees and pulled them down, my legs slowly began to open up. Baring my moist, bare cunt for the world to see. Despite the intense heat radiating off of the monstrous being before me, my body felt chilled. The images of such terrifying power still burned in my mind and all I could think was, 'What fresh Hell is this?'

 

[LordLuck]

The massive beast lowered himself over Velynia. She had been bold. Perhaps even corageous when demanding his subservience. However, there were a couple of factors she ignored... or most foolishly decided to ignore. That had spelled her undoing. However, the Archfiend decide to play with the little cultist. Perhaps there was something he could provide her with to sate hers lusts while still punishing and rewarding her at the same time.

"You foolish little girl. You are lucky, for the Winds of Pandemonium wish you to live on. And on. Your bet passed."

As the creature knelt before her spread out legs, there was little else that Velynia could thing about beyond it's demonhood. Sliding out of his furred groin, this Demonlord possessed a phallus tremendously large. Thick, powerful, she could sense the scent of it's greasy essence through that piece of flesh. And she knew her destiny.

 

[southern_slut]

To call it a monstrosity did it no justice, it was a glistening red arm with a curled fist that plopped down onto my thigh. It's heat was incredible and I honestly concluded the Demon intended to drive Hell's Fist into my womb. I pleaded through clenched teeth and eyes sealed shut but The beast above me only seemed to salivate and take pleasure in my reluctance. This was not my plan at all, yet I had failed so horribly. Would death be a better fate for this transgression?

 

[LordLuck]

Most possibly.

Demons usually devoured their bested's souls, but not this one. She had made him lose precious time he never had, and as such it was only proper for him to curse her with the worst kind of malediction he could conceive. One that was both a blessing of great power mingled with the worst pains that lead up to the deepest pits of despair. A despair and terror that few could even cope it without treading dangerously close to insanity.

She would bear him a child.

The Archfiend spreaded out his massive wing once more as he knelt before Velynia, pulling her hips closer to his groin. For the time being, the creature merely slid it's boiling hot demonhood against her tummy, covering her a track of grease and sticky precum, the liquid surprisingly soothing.