𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵, 𝘔𝘪𝘮𝘪?

𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘦~

𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴~

𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥.

Ash ran a long nail down Mimi’s cheek, tracing her cheekbones and her jawline.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘈𝘴𝘩, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘦.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘮~

𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰?

One hand wrapped around her throat as the other clawed at her breasts.

With one push of its hips, it pushed itself into her ass, only a few inches, but with every intent of bottoming out.

𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘦~

Behind her, it raked its claws over her chest, its hot breath billowing against her neck.

𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯. 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥.

It pushed its hips into hers, monstrous cock pressing against her thighs, throbbing and drooling.

𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.

Ash growled softly.

Submission from someone as powerful as Cirice was a gift. Her physicality had no effect on Ash, but even it knew a strong woman when it saw one.

Which made it all the more fun to toy with her.

𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥. 𝘗𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦~

In the bathroom, it stared at itself in the mirror, turning to and fro, hands roaming over the soft skin.

It dropped itself back into bed, rolling the slowly deflating shell of its former self to the ground with a dull thud.

Yes.

Yes this one would do perfectly.

Her body lay there, an empty shell, twitching and writhing as Ash forced itself to fit within her, its shadows sliding into her every orifice.

At last, her eyes open, the same piercing blue eyes of Ash’s previous form.

It stretched, feeling every muscle and every joint of this new shape.

- her very core.

She saw it in her dreams, the jet black hair and piercing blue eyes of its current form making her want to scream.

But as quickly as she had seen it, she was gone. Consumed. The singer ceased to exist, fuel for the demon’s raging fire.

She wouldn’t wake up. Ash would see to it, sliding into the room on a shadow. Its tendrils crept up the side of the bed as she slept, unaware, unhaunted.

She didn’t scream as it pushed into her ears and eyes and nose and mouth. How could she, with it forcing its way past her vocal cords and into-

It found her.

She was positively glowing. A beacon, a siren song, calling Ash to her, marked by ancient words she didn’t understand.

It stayed there, following her through the window, watching her bathe, clean her face, apply her creams and serums and tie her hair up.

And retire to bed.

Finally, something that had, until now, been content to watch was driven to act.

Ash came to her in the night. The hotel she was in was a grotesque thing to the demon, all metal and glass. It rose through the skies, staring in the windows at the passing sin of every occupied room.

Until…

How could she have known it was dangerous?

But the words pounded through the studio. Pounded from every speaker as it played on radios. Belted from the lungs of teenagers as she played it in concert.

BESTIA HADES VOCATIONEM MEAM AUDIVIT, GLORIAM TUAM MIHI TRADE, SICUT ANIMAM MEAM TIBI TRADO