Crimson Mistress

In the

• History

  Before the day of her birth, her sinful human parents made a pact with the hell. They would become richer and powerful but their chosen child would be given to the dwellers of hell the day she turned fifteen. But you should never trust evil to do anything but create more corruption...Death took a visit to the mansion and slaughtered her cold hearted father first. After archery practice with a certain woman, he was found with an arrow going through his head straight on the target.
  
  
  Drip...Drip... His sinful adultery killed him. Next..Her prideful bitch of a mother. The death of the man opened weakness to his beautiful wife's image, and it drove her mad by hours of wondering if she would ever be good enough for anyone. Her two daughters, Mara and Fila, watched their mother deteriorate with low self esteem and extreme anxiety. Death pushed their mother's suicide after a dinner where Mara burst out in fury how she hated the life her mother was living and that change was needed..
  
  
  Mara loved her mother very very much and the way her mother cherished her so much, it was softening. The first born girl was named "Mara" without knowing the meaning of "sea of bitterness". Indeed Mara was full of bitterness at first. But she learned how to transfer her bitterness for things that were good into hating the bad actions that people inflicted on each other. The relationship with her sister, Fila, was resentment since Fila was the beautiful child that caught the eyes of everyone in the room; making it hard for Mara to earn herself attention. Not good with looks she tried to expand her knowledge by reading a plethora of books in months, but her knowledge wasn't good enough to Fila's natural witticism and charm. Her fury drove her to learn fencing and sword play against her mother's wishes. The sweat seemed to cool her down because finally she began to gain respect.
  
  It was a stupid thing to be named "Fila" if you aren't strong at all, Fila couldn't stand up for herself or what she believed in. The weakness led to her becoming the mold for her mother's sickening manipulation to live her life through her daughter, Mara was too strong for the brainwashing but since Fila was quiet and soft spoken she became the doll of Raine. While Mara was bold and dark, Fila was subtle and light. It was the end of spring, Raine's favorite season when Mara broke her mother's will to live.
  
  

  "You shouldn't of told her that. She is already dying enough.."
  
  "Don't tell me you haven't seen her cry every waking moment since father's death. It's been four years now. Why can't she move on!? We all have..."
  
  "She loved him...I guess when you love someone it hurts when their gone.."
  
  "Well I hope I never love if it'll leave me in her condition."
  
  "That's a rash decision to make, Mara. I do hope you don't mean it.."
  
  "I do. She was blinded by love to marry the leach..or maybe it was for his money?"
  
  "Take that back! She might hear you!"
  
  "Shut up, Fila. You'll get us in trouble with your crying."

  
  
  
  Opening the master bedroom door, the two girls walked into their mother's fancy decorative room with the intent for Mara to apologize. Something that could of saved their mother's life but the words would be said quick enough. Too late..
  
  
  Their mother sat facing a mirror with a black silk robe over herself, the girls didn't notice the pool of blood on the ground under the chair and table. A small silver little dagger that she had given her Thomas before he died was drenched in blood. She was unaware of their entrance and was staring at her reflection in a sickly stance. She was so weak, so lonely, so incomplete. It made her wish that she never made the pact at all. Before this life of corruption and sin her family was happy and her husband never looked at anyone other than her...But look what they did...they sinned and are spiraling down..and one of her daughters is going to pay the rest of the price.
  
  
  She was so hollowed out that the only way to feel was to bleed out the emotion. But this last cutting went to far and Raine knew that she was going to die. Death presented itself a little before Fila and Mara came in and proceeded to take hold of the living corpse; guiding the slipping blade to Raine's heart. Poor fool...The last thing in her silver eyes was regret that she didn't do a better job, that she was weak, and that she was leaving one of them to be kept in hell.
  
  
  Horror swept over the sisters at the sight of their mother stabbing herself to the chair and the girls just screamed...Screamed as their mother embraced death...Screamed as the robe fell with death's help apart...Screamed as their mother's blood dripped down her collar bone through the slashes at the stomach and hips...Screamed as it went black and the world stopped existing to them..
  
  Death cast away his cloak of invisibility and glided over to the redheaded one who lied unconscious, tears streaming down her face as if she was in a nightmare that she could never wake from. She'd have to do, young enough to undergo the change. The other sister woke up alone and buried in the fact that her family was gone. Mara couldn't help but blame herself..
  
  
  Fila went missing as she screamed...she was the chosen one...and it was only then that Crimson was born. She was ripped apart of her physical form, the process extreme as she was imbued with the demoness known as the Shade of Death. When she was finally developed, her human life was forgotten and she began again in the realm of the dead to fulfill her destiny. For many many centuries she trained and learned her role and powers, faced hardships and shed much blood. She eventually became the easy going demoness that stood before you, never aging yet full of wisdom and more kindness from that small remaining part of her humanity. In the end all of her hardships finally allowed her the power to save those who she needed to save, but behind the good always waits the darkness...

• Death & Renewal

  Her mind was blank.. body broken.. heart missing.. soul.. extractable.. She was ready..
  
  The young fourteen year old awoken again in her very real nightmare, belted to a circular table missing the circular bits allowing her tormenters to slap her out of her dread of waking up once more. Eagle spread and naked, Fila looked away from the demons, whimpering softly as the golden eyed demons exchanged glances between each other. The room was covered in blood red drapes from ceiling to floor, shadows skipping around torchlight from the outside domain as she closed her eyes, her heart still praying for it all to end as the males finally spoke, voices raspy and grating against her ears.
  
  "Oh dear brother.. look who's finally woken up.."
  
  "Indeed, our very pretty sleeping beauty, good morning..."
  
  Fila flinched as they moved closer, one on either side of her, reaching out to stroke her lanky still growing body. The familiar pressure of their claws dragged from her knees, thighs, hips, up her developing chest to her neck, entwining their hands to choke her.
  
  "Now now, don't greet us, we have a long day ahead of us, Beauty.."
  
  The demon on the right snickered, enjoying the vision of her mouth gasping for air as they let go together, entwining their other hands together. Pressing against each other as if testing their might and power, demonic energy skipped from them, inflicting minor cuts to her tender flesh with in a few seconds. Yet, she knew better than to cry out from this pain, no, this was just a greeting, a method they were training her to understand. As the thundering growls and chants between the males boomed in the room, more slices covered her form, sinking deeper and deeper as her blood channeled into the curvature of the table, departing from a carved tunnel down to a massive bowl. Her teeth dug into her tongue as Fila's jaw tightened to keep her painful voice from interrupting their ceremony.
  
  Upon looking down at her torn innards, the demons jaws unhitched themselves, dropping while their chants filled the room. Forked appendages slipped from their broken maws to her flesh, teasing the tip with prods of the human's flesh earning her cry as they sand her skin off.
  
  She was ripped apart of her physical form, the process extreme as she was imbued with the demoness known as the Shade of Death. When she was finally developed, her human life was forgotten and she began again in the realm of the dead to fulfill her destiny. For many many centuries she trained and learned her role and powers, faced hardships and shed much blood. She eventually became the easy going demoness that stood before you, never aging yet full of wisdom and more kindness from that small remaining part of her humanity. In the end all of her hardships finally allowed her the power to save those who she needed to save, but behind the good always waits the darkness...

• Connections

  Friends

  	Leidous Kael (played by NateCaroway)

  	Merrik Voluro (played by NateCaroway)

  	Holy Mistress (played by Marissippi)
  Dear Friend

  	Belial (played by Belial)

  	Ellyria (played by JleenCooky)

  	Arktheras Matheredor (played by Arktheras)

  	Raine Liot (played by Kunanaki)

  Friend Of

  Ellyria (played by JleenCooky)

  Leidous Kael (played by NateCaroway)

  Arktheras Matheredor (played by Arktheras)

  Merrik Voluro (played by NateCaroway)

  Belial (played by Belial)

  Raine Liot (played by Kunanaki)