One wrong step in the wrong place at the wrong time can be all it takes to spell eternal damnation for one unlucky soul. Just an innocent mistake, but a good reminder why you should always watch where you walk. Sigil runes are the bane of the unwary, able to remain active for centuries after they've been writ in blood and stone. Near invisible to the naked eye, as soon as a mortal soul triggers this fiendish trap, a flash of red and a burning glow engulfs the victim in a blink, sending them straight to their hellish new home while vaporizing all their worldly possessions in the process, all so they might be delivered completely vulnerable and naked in front of their new master.

Whichever Prince of Hell this trap was linked to matters little, only that a unwilling sacrifice is surrendered into their dominion without question or delay. That is the price for this one-way exchange, and once the subject is transported, a quick soul-binding ritual is carried out. For a demon of such stature, it is barely an exercise at all, and comes as naturally to them as breathing does to us. Corruption and domination is simply a part of their being, flowing in and out of their very presence without effort. Such is their power that physical contact, often to the victim's forehead, is all that's required to seal the pact. No recorded will can resist it, with even the strongest minds lasting a few seconds longer than the norm before they too break and submit like all the rest.

A Demon Lord demands total submission and unquestioning loyalty from their minions and pets, and so no time is wasted in bending a mortal's mind to that of a devoted servant. With a literal flick of the wrist, they inspire undying devotion, washing away all confusion and fear in a near instant. The surging injection of raw fel energy into a mortal's body expedites their inevitable corruption into a lesser demonic beast, warping their soul in seconds where otherwise it might years to do the same through more subtle means and passive exposure.

With every ounce of being and soul bent to serving their new master for all of eternity, their bodies soon transform themselves to better match whatever role the Demon Lord has in mind. Those enslaved by the Kings of Hell can take the shape of behemoth monsters of war or sly, seductive succubi that bring fresh converts from the mortal realm in droves. Others resemble broodmares and eggsacks who use their Master's seed to birth his vile spawn. More still become little less than squirming tentacles or winged horrors who seemingly exist only to populate the barren wastes and burning pits of their master's damned fief. Few though get to enjoy positions of a more personal and intimate nature, becoming part of a demon's personal menagerie-harem, where they serve as both exotic pet beasts and fearsome guard animals.

This final (and assumedly permanent) transition takes about as long as everything that came before, though it can be argued that time and our perception of it matters little in a realm where existence simply never ends. And by all accounts, few though their are, the experience of adopting whatever form your master has chosen for you is indescribably erotic, even downright orgasmic. Whatever pleasure meant and felt like before is dwarfed once they feel their bodies crack and snap into new shapes and alignments, often climaxing whenever their master sees fit to brand their flesh with his infernal mark, a symbol of eternal ownership that burns forever more, as much a warning to others as it is to the one who bares it, always reminding them of their position as demonic property.

Almost without fail, their new bodies retain a perverted sort of human sexuality, no matter how animalistic or beastly the final form is. The degree varies from demon to demon depending on what sphere they happen to inhabit, but lust is almost always a centric theme, and thus the depraved of naked flesh is on full display. Pet beasts, like the one that's been corrupted above, seem to primarily serve as examples of their Master's grasp at twisting the human form into attractive and alluring servants.

Beyond that, her soul-inscribed duty is to sit perched at her Master's side, as ready to see to his carnal needs as she is to his bodily protection. Hell is in a state of constant war and interloping intrigue, with some threats coming from within his own dark court, and so she must remain forever vigilant. And there's nothing stopping her, as even a lesser demon doesn't age, seek nourishment, or need to sleep. Her watch may be eternal, but she will want for nothing more. Only the sweet, sensual warmth of unending servitude feeds her otherworldly desires now, the pleasure forever fueling her. All thought and memory of her life before seems like an utter joke, a pointless prelude when compared to the bottomless pit that now waits.

Ask her now, and she'd say that stepping on that hidden rune was the moment she discovered TRUE purpose. With damnation came enlightenment, as her master showed her the folly of mortal life above, a rat race led by the blind. But here she can serve something greater, without question, and devote her entire soul to upholding his immense power and infernal glory. She may be just a fraction of his strength, a mere instrument of his indomitable will, but there's not an ounce of regret inside that tainted heart. As the love she has for her Lord and Master matters more than any feeble freedom she may have had before.

In fact, how can anything matter when matched against the prospect of eternal servitude?~ That's right, nothing can.~ I hope someday you too can take one fateful step at the right time, in right place. Then you can see the truth for yourself and join me in the boundless bliss that waits below...~ See you there...~

     -A Humble Servant of Hell




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Yet another one of my favorite fantasies and RP scenarios brought to life! I hope you all enjoy it, and thanks a ton to Flybeeth for capturing it so perfectly! <3


Art by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/flybeeth

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