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The Abyssal Void. A realm of infinite darkness. A place where there is no light, like the wide expanse of space. In this place, different shades of darkness envelope around those who enter, different shades of darkness that defy logic. There is nothing in this realm, no landmarks of any kind, no obelisks, nothing. It is a space of total darkness.
But, of this darkness, there is one place of interest. A realm where one person lived. A demon of magnificent power, banished from Hell to live out the rest of her days. Defeated by Justice, banished to the Abyss by Lucifer, the Queen Crimson was left there to live out her days. Concocting schemes and devising plans to either escape or bring someone into her domain.
Time has no meaning, just like death, in this realm of emptiness.
But if there is one thing that exists within this realm is a castle. A large castle. Shaped by the fabric of darkness, illuminating the corridors, each room filled with mysteries. Shades of purple and black lined the pillars and floors, the decoration of rugs and tapestries added flare, and the atmosphere of the castle was warm and welcoming, providing comfort to any who happen to end up in this place.
To be stuck in a place, all by your lonesome, it can get rather boring. No matter what hobby you could craft, what kind of sport you can play, or any sort of self-interaction, it would turn dull really quickly.
But when you are with someone, that's when things get spicy~
For Beelzebub, The Sovereign of Pestilence, The Warden of Decay, The Queen Crimson, has someone with her at this very moment.
In a bedroom of the castle, where the torches inside lit up the room, there were two figures on the bed. One was sitting elegantly, while another was laying on their lap.
The man looked up to the person above him, resting the back of his head on a pair of thighs; some nice, T H I C C. He could feel a soft hand stroking his head gently, while her other hand was reaching down towards his lower half and softly stroking his member with her gloved hand. He softly moaned as he felt the leather material of her glove run up and down, from the base to the tip. He moaned with delight, feeling his back arch and his hips buck upwards with each time she slid her hands down.
He could hear a giggle, a rather sadistic giggle, coming from the woman above him. He focused his eyes to try and see the face of the one giving him this delectable handjob. And it was there that he saw the face of the demon, Beelzebub, looking down at him.
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The way her eyes shone in the room, staring down at him, left the mortal in her mercy. He was in her care, nothing but putty to The Queen Crimson. He was in a rather strange position; while she was fully clothed, he was the only one that was naked. The way she stroked his member suggested that she was a lady of elegance, she even extended her pinky finger out! He kept moaning, his length throbbing the longer she was touching him.
