Such a beautiful girl she is, and so distant at times, what must she be like beneath that heavy coat? Maybe she's shy, blushing like a girl at the thought of letting a man or woman close. Perhaps she's cool, needing someone persistent and caring to thaw her heart and fill it with passion. Mayhaps she's actually friendly, if a bit gruff...either way wouldn't it be amazing if such a girl fell in love with you? If the two of you bared your souls to each other and shared the kiss...of true love?
That is exactly what Allana is after, you see, Allana is a demon, and not some second rate succubus either. She is a proper princess, descended from one of the lords of the seven hells. Naturally she was raised to behave and think like a proper demon, mortals, whether they be human, elven, dwarven, or anything of the kind or even not anything similar, were fair game, they were playthings, toys, meals, pets, slaves, pretty much everything you wanted, limited only to your imagination. Naturally she used them as such, they vanished into her body, sliding between soft, plump cheeks, descending into wet, dripping petals, gulped down a slender, cruel throat and smiling lips. Sometimes they would be roasted, shoved into ovens or impaled upon spits before being turned over searing flames, other times raw, bound or unbound, screaming, squirming and begging for mercy. Allana's still not sure how long she spent in this rather typical life of debauchery, enjoying the screams of the mortals along with the rest of her family, a couple centuries at least...but things change, and Allana was no exception. Eventually the demon found herself growing...bored with it all. Whether sent down to hell as screaming souls or dragged from the world of the living by servants, mortals were such...pathetic creatures, it was child's play to take advantage of them. Any brute with even a modicum of strength could bend a human over and ravage them, or force them into just about any orifice one might desire, and while Allana had been perfectly happy doing just that for awhile, it began to pale.
What was the point in partaking in such 'pleasures' when they were so simple, so mindless? They were about as difficult and complicated as tossing stones at a wall, sure it might be fun to watch the wall eventually crack and crumble, but it was the most vapid and boring form of entertainment, Allana craved more, she NEEDED more. She lost interest in her playthings, and her family took notice, they grew rather concerned too. Generally if a demon just stopped playing with the mortals and damned souls it meant one of two things, that they were sick and in need of aid from their family, or had allowed some foolish little slave to sway their heart, tempting them down a path that was absolutely unthinkable to proper demons. Perhaps she had been sick, perhaps she still is, but Allana just could not muster up an appetite, sexually or physically for the mortals her family insisted upon parading in front of her every second of every day, until at last, frustrated with her boredom and inability to find a proper solution, she left. Allana took a trip to the worlds of the living, heading up to where the mortals dwelled, slept, worked, dreamed, and died, to see if she might find a cure for her strange apathy.
Well weeks past, they turned into months, and months even dragged on into years and for a little while, Allana found herself having fun again. Up in the human world their existed people who would challenge her, beings that actually sought to fight and slay her, to banish her back to the seven hells where she belonged. Paladins, clerics, heroes, and other such ilk. Avoiding them, keeping herself from being overwhelmed and banished proved to be immensely entertaining, it was like a game, a game with very high stakes at that. Finding souls to feed upon to keep her demonic essence sustained even regained some of its color, it was so much more risky when a careless meal might tip the paladins off and have them on your heels in a heartbeat after all...yet it did not last long. As fun as it was, one could not change the fact that only a few heroes, paladins and the like were actually a threat, they were rare, and often prone to disease, accident or other such. They faded, they died, and there were long streaks of time in which she would have no one worthwhile to chase her...the periods of waiting for a worthy hero to roll the dice with proved intolerable to her, and she found herself once again in the doldrums of apathy, punctuated only by the brief, exciting spurts where a worthy challenger appeared...and then, it happened.
She was passing through a small village, it was nothing unusual, she traveled all the time. Allana had no desire to conquer these sniveling little mortals after all, and staying in one place would make the game far too short, or turn it into one of her sibling's dreadfully dull wargames that she just did not have the taste for. While passing through she fancied the juicy soul of a young farmer's daughter, and with no heroes chasing her, she decided to amuse herself. She teased the girl and cajoled her, carefully wheedling the girl this way and that way, the woman becoming slowly more and more besotted with Allana thanks to the demon's clever seductions. Then, when she finally lured the girl into the woods to properly claim her soul for a meal, for nourishment and strength something..odd happened. For the briefest of moments during that feasting, it was as if the girl had bared her soul, as if her spirit was on full display, as if Allana could have just reached out her hand and taken it without even the smallest shred of resistance. This strange event, something that the demonic princess had never before encountered, lingered in her mind for weeks afterwards, her mind chewing and puzzling at the problem relentlessly as she tried to decipher just what in the seven hells had happened.
Years would pass before she figured it out, years spent studying, her interest in getting chased by paladins and the likes nearly forgotten as she focused on that problem, looking for what it was. She went to old and ancient libraries, she studied multiple examples of mortals and mortal couples relentlessly, with the obsession of a stalker...and eventually she figured it out. Mortals had this concept called 'true love' the belief that every person had someone out there that was perfect for them, a complete match of pure, unfiltered and unwavering love and devotion, naturally when she had been younger Allana had just dismissed such nonsense as just that, nonsense, but it seemed there was at least a very small grain of truth in the idea. If two mortals loved each other deeply, if they had an unbelievable level of devotion and adoration for the other, then at certain moments and times, their souls would literally be bared, exposed completely, no defenses, no resistances, nothing to restrain or hold their soul. However, it was only for the object of their love, this unbelievably vulnerable state applied only to the source of the 'true love' that mortal felt.
Allana was sure that this was what had happened with that farmer's girl, that somehow, her teasing, her light seductions had hit just the right buttons to actually imitate true love to such an extent that the girl bared her soul as if Allana really was her true love. The knowledge set her mind on fire, the demoness loving the idea, the idea of seducing someone, of slowly romancing them until they were hers, until they loved her so much that their own soul would bare itself with nothing to protect it should she choose to snatch it and claim it, was fantastic. So she set about learning how to do just that and well...if finding one's true love is difficult, then tricking someone into believing you are there true love is nigh impossible...but Allana persevered, she practiced and worked at it, slowly refining her methods. In some lands she had to completely seal away her demonic powers, leaving her effectively mortal. Most often in kingdoms that had strong holy presences that might detect her true nature, in others it didn't matter so long as she didn't go about flaunting her powers or opening rifts to hell. Some targets and souls preferred men, or women with a little extra, so she learned how to flip her gender and twist it however she pleased.
Sometimes, she would arrive a noble, sometimes just a wandering adventurer or soldier, lost and alone. She might be shy, she could be hard and cold, she might be friendly, or loud and carousing. She learned how to adopt hundreds of different faces and personalities, all for the sole intent of luring someone into her net, of convincing them that SHE was their one true love, and getting them to bare their soul to her. Once that was done, a single kiss, a small act of affection, perhaps even an act of lovemaking at its purest, and she would swallow that soul away, sending her victim into a dreamless, permanent sleep, the soul none the wiser as to their 'true loves' true intentions, not even when that soul fell apart, absorbed into Allana's own demonic essence...
This is what she does, all she does. Sometimes she'll just randomly show up in a place to see who she might find, at other times she will stalk, observe, and research a specific individual for months beforehand so that she can properly seduce and romance them. Either way she tends to succeed more often than not nowadays, having had years of practice by now. Yet sometimes something goes wrong, sometimes the real true love will reveal themselves, or someone will discover the truth, or she'll slip up and her prey will escape the snare...at those times her rage reveals itself. Rarely nowadays does she sink back to the barbaric levels of ordinary demons, rarely does she engage in the child's play of cruelly forcing herself upon a mortal, violating and then devouring them...but at these times, when her plans are thwarted and the prey is lost...at those times it is not too uncommon for her to sink back to those tricks, claiming her prey even without true love...even though she never enjoys such, as it always feels like a failure...
~~~~Cassandra arc~~~~~
Ah but Allana found something rather interesting, the private estate of a noblewoman who delved deeply into magical arts, often creating terrible or depraved things.
Cassandra_Latest, such an interesting woman with an interesting collection of morsels. Allana has found her way onto the estate, and wormed her way into the midst of Cassandra's 'test subjects' seeking to seduce at least one of them, to make them believe she is their true love, before wiping everyone's memories when Cassandra's magic brings them back, so she can go after another of them.
Of course one of those damned test subjects had to be part incubus though. Allana has completely sealed away her demonic powers, leaving her mortal as mortal can be, reliant upon a stolen piece of Cassandra's power to keep her going. Of course she still has some power, more...mundane and mortal magic, that lets her use her own hair as a weapon, not as effective as her full demonic power...but it will have to do. It just makes the chase more exciting really~
