Next up in my reposts from Tumblr, a Demonic corruption caption
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Sarah was a gentle and delicate soul. She attended church, volunteered at the local animal shelter and she saved herself for marriage. The only thing that differentiated her from all the over highly devoted church girls, was that she enjoyed dying her hair.
One Day as she gracefully walked through the woods, A shadowy figure lurked behind, watching her, In fact, the figure had been watching her for some time, ever since she caught their eye one Sunday afternoon. Her vibrant red hair making her stand out in the sea of brunettes, blondes, greys and gingers that poured out of the church’s doors. The figure knew she would be perfect.
One Day as she gracefully walked through the woods, A shadowy figure lurked behind, watching her, In fact, the figure had been watching her for some time, ever since she caught their eye one Sunday afternoon. Her vibrant red hair making her stand out in the sea of brunettes, blondes, greys and gingers that poured out of the church’s doors. The figure knew she would be perfect.
For the figure could sense that she was perfectly pure yet the easiest to corrupt. Her Natural beauty was just a bonus. As Sarah walked, she noticed a lone white rose laying on the floor, left and forgotten from a wedding that morning. The figure knew this was the perfect time to strike and with a flash of the figures eyes, a corrupted enchantment was placed on the rose, all Sarah needed to do was catch herself on one of its thorns.
And luckily, Sarah did just that, catching her thumb on a thorn that was hidden behind a leaf. It caught her by surprise as she brought up her thumb to inspect it, noticing blood slowly trickle down and drip onto the rose’s petals. What happened next caused her to freeze and drop the rose, slowly the blood reacted with the rose and enchantment, causing the once snow white petals to take on a blood-red tone and the green stem darkened, the thorns growing longer and sharper.
Panic began to set in as she stumbled around, unsure what was happening and what she should do. That moment was when the figure finally approached her. Covered in a black hooded cloak, the figure approached, removing the hood when the figure noticed Sarah begin to panic more and slowly back away screaming things like “begone Satanist” and “God protect me.” The figure found it quite cute and amusing as the figure revealed that they were female with flowing jet black hair, pale skin and black eyeshadow and lipstick, that really brought out her red eyes.
Frozen in fear and getting woozy from blood loss, Sarah just stood there, as the female figure approached until they were only half an arms width apart from each other. The woman spoke with an accent that could not be placed anywhere on a map but it was very sensual… and calming, something that highly worried the pure god-loving Mormon.
With fading resistance, Sarah began to slowly and intently listen to the words of the woman, not flinching when her hand was grabbed and slowly brought to her lips. The Woman calmly commanded Sarah to drink from the thorns wound, somehow knowing she meant the blood coming from her finger, she brought her thumb to her lips and began sucking on it.
As she sucked, Sarah began to gain a growing taste for blood, unaware her thoughts were slowly corrupting. Gone were thoughts of chastity and serving God replaced with growing desires for blood, sex and serving the great Demoness Lucifer.
As she finished sucking on her thumb, she opened her eyes, her hazel iris’ replaced with an orangey-red firey vortex. Staring into her new mistress’ the newly made demoness’ thrall was ready to serve and rise up the ranks of hell.
Panic began to set in as she stumbled around, unsure what was happening and what she should do. That moment was when the figure finally approached her. Covered in a black hooded cloak, the figure approached, removing the hood when the figure noticed Sarah begin to panic more and slowly back away screaming things like “begone Satanist” and “God protect me.” The figure found it quite cute and amusing as the figure revealed that they were female with flowing jet black hair, pale skin and black eyeshadow and lipstick, that really brought out her red eyes.
Frozen in fear and getting woozy from blood loss, Sarah just stood there, as the female figure approached until they were only half an arms width apart from each other. The woman spoke with an accent that could not be placed anywhere on a map but it was very sensual… and calming, something that highly worried the pure god-loving Mormon.
With fading resistance, Sarah began to slowly and intently listen to the words of the woman, not flinching when her hand was grabbed and slowly brought to her lips. The Woman calmly commanded Sarah to drink from the thorns wound, somehow knowing she meant the blood coming from her finger, she brought her thumb to her lips and began sucking on it.
As she sucked, Sarah began to gain a growing taste for blood, unaware her thoughts were slowly corrupting. Gone were thoughts of chastity and serving God replaced with growing desires for blood, sex and serving the great Demoness Lucifer.
As she finished sucking on her thumb, she opened her eyes, her hazel iris’ replaced with an orangey-red firey vortex. Staring into her new mistress’ the newly made demoness’ thrall was ready to serve and rise up the ranks of hell.
2 years later and Sarah was no more, She was only Sanguinem. Over those years she began to prove herself, Slowly turning her small town in Utah to the true gateway to the underworld and a place where demoness’ could walk free without a disguise. Of course in those 2 years that Sanguinem enthralled the women of the town and got drunk on the blood of its men, changes did occur to show her demoness Status and power.
The first changes to happen to her after becoming a thrall of hell, was after she enslaved her mothers and sisters and sucked dry the blood of her father and brothers. Her hair turned to the colour of midnight and she began to gain more muscles. Next, after doing the same to her neighbours, her skin grew a deep red and she gained fangs as well as advancing ranks from Thrall to Apprentice.
Once she had enslaved, corrupted or drank dry everyone in town, she had risen to the rank of Minor Lord. She now had grown horns that would only grow sharper and longer as she advanced from Minor to Major Lord to Arch-Demoness and eventually she dreamed of becoming wife of the High Empress Demoness Lucifer herself.
However Sanguinem knew, the only way to achieve that was to do what could be considered impossible and enslave the globe or at the very least all of the western world. However, she also knew that doing so would catch the attention of heaven and war would break out. So she knew what needed to be done. She needed to corrupt, transform and create an army of demoness’ from all the women of the western world.
The first changes to happen to her after becoming a thrall of hell, was after she enslaved her mothers and sisters and sucked dry the blood of her father and brothers. Her hair turned to the colour of midnight and she began to gain more muscles. Next, after doing the same to her neighbours, her skin grew a deep red and she gained fangs as well as advancing ranks from Thrall to Apprentice.
Once she had enslaved, corrupted or drank dry everyone in town, she had risen to the rank of Minor Lord. She now had grown horns that would only grow sharper and longer as she advanced from Minor to Major Lord to Arch-Demoness and eventually she dreamed of becoming wife of the High Empress Demoness Lucifer herself.
However Sanguinem knew, the only way to achieve that was to do what could be considered impossible and enslave the globe or at the very least all of the western world. However, she also knew that doing so would catch the attention of heaven and war would break out. So she knew what needed to be done. She needed to corrupt, transform and create an army of demoness’ from all the women of the western world.
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