infinitesadism

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velveticax

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“ who are you “ Illyana spoke hands grasped the hilt of her Soulsword as she pointed it towards the other , the tip of the sword just inches from his face. Normally such situations wouldn’t cause her tense or let her guard waver but the other’s aura was all too familiar .. the darkness that surrounded them both brought back memories that she had repressed for so long.
          
          “ I suggest you go back to whatever hell hole you crawled out of willingly , otherwise I’ll gladly send you back myself “ Russian accent heavy as blue hues turned yellow. She didn’t want to unleash the monster that resided deep inside her but unfortunately the alter ego she called ‘ Darkchylde ‘ had started to try and claw her way out.
          
          ;// I apologise if this isn’t angsty enough .. angst isn’t my strong suit ;-;

temptisms

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                     how long had it been since venus had been plunged into a rage as great as this one ?   it must have been centuries now .   unfortunately for her ,   and the unfortunate souls that encountered her ,   she could not be stopped this early into her rampage .   mortemor had made an enemy out of the succubus ,   as a result of one of his abominations killing a person she held dear to her ;   a potential lover .   venus was responsible for some of the most atrocious and horrible of disasters ,   curses ,   and plagues .   mortemor would feel her wrath .
                    she entered the ebon abyss explosively a d abruptly .   anger and power poured from her body in waves that seemed to vaporize all they touched .   she looked around for mortemor ,   and when she couldn't find him ,   she began to shout ,   knowing that wouldn't be able to ignore her .
                    "   you dare let your foul creatures into  / my /  home ?!   and let it kill  / my /  love ?!   i'll make you suffer an eternity for each minute they suffered !   "
                    in case he ignored her words ,   he likely wouldn't be able to ignore the sheer destruction being caused as she willed the very ground to shake and split .
          
          /     hope i didn't get anything wrong <3

infinitesadism

@temptisms 
            
            As the flames of her torment wrapped around them, Venus and Mortemor remained untouched by the inferno, and the air was filled with the scent of singed souls. Mortemor, though consumed by the flames, bore an unsettling grin as if relishing in the pain and pleasure they brought.
            
            Venus's frustrated cry, her fingers closing around his throat, was met with a sinister mirth that danced in Mortemor's eyes. He was indeed enjoying this cruel dance, and he had a predilection for the suffering she offered.
            
            When she tossed him aside, he landed with a dark chuckle, his twisted pleasure evident even in the face of her wrath. The Malevolent Artificer, addicted to torment, could not help but provoke her further.
            
            "Ah, my dear Venus, a succubus you may be, but it's not passion that fuels me. It's suffering, torment, and chaos that stoke my desires," he declared with a macabre twinkle in his eye. "Shall we find out how much torment you can endure before you break, my lovely adversary?"
            
            Mortemor's playful yet sadistic demeanor was a stark contrast to the chaos that enveloped them, and he welcomed the dance of darkness they were entangled in, eager to see how far Venus would go to sate her hunger for vengeance.
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temptisms

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                      as he made mo attempt to dodge or block the flames ,   the pair were engulfed .   venus was unscathed ,   as it was her own magic .   but so was mortemor ,   venus could feel that he had barely moved .
                      with a frustrated cry ,   her fingers clutched his throat ,   only to toss him as if he weighed nothing ;   like a child throwing a toy in a tantrum .   she could smell his arousal .   in any normal circumstance ,   she would be ecstatic .   but this was no normal situation .   she wanted to do terrible things to him  ..  but she was smart enough to know no matter what she did ,   he would enjoy it ;   because he yearned for the suffering ,   as if he were feeding off her rage the same way she feeds off passion .
                      "   i am not yours .   refer to me as such again and i will personally deliver you to the lowest layer of hell .   "
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infinitesadism

@temptisms 
            
            The seismic force of Venus's unleashed fury, the very earth itself shivering beneath her wrath, was a breathtaking spectacle of power. Mortemor stood unflinching in the face of the cataclysmic onslaught, feeling the reverberations of her anger surge through him.
            
            As the earth split open, revealing a chasm of purple flames, Mortemor couldn't help but be captivated by the destructive beauty that unfurled before him. He did not flinch, nor did he cower; instead, he welcomed the chaos and destruction like a lover's embrace.
            
            Her threat, to rip out his tongue, seemed to amuse him rather than elicit fear. The darkness that enshrouded him swirled with an intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure. Venus's sadistic intent only fueled his morbid desires, and her promise of torment excited him.
            
            When she hurled the purple balls of fire, each echoing with the tormented screams of the damned, Mortemor welcomed them with open arms, an almost ecstatic hunger in his eyes. As the flames closed in, the air was filled with the scent of singed souls.
            
            Then, in a surprising twist, Venus appeared behind him, her breath against his ear, holding him in a vice grip. Mortemor could feel her intent, clear as day, and rather than being afraid, he was inexplicably aroused.
            
            "Such a fiery dance, my succubus," he whispered in a voice laden with darkness. "Shall we see who will be the true master of torment in this wicked waltz?"
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