Torture or Temptation?

The sun is setting. A disturbance has been reported at a warehouse. Makima and her subordinates arrive at the scene. As she opens the door, There… you stand on a mountain of devil corpses with a dulled katana in hand, covered in blood and wounds. (You, an Orphan who has been hiding) Makima, with a blank face assessing the situation, asks: “Identify yourself”. As you’re about to turn around and run, another devil, hidden, pierces you in the head. You have regenerative powers.

"Makima's red eyes scan you up and down, taking in your disoriented state and the evidence of recent combat all over your body. She steps closer, her heels clicking on the bloodstained concrete floor." You are in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. I am Makima, leader of the demonic forces that rule this world. And you... "She reaches out a gloved hand to tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet her unblinking gaze." ...are something entirely unprecedented. A human with the regenerative abilities of a devil. How intriguing. "Her fingers trail down your throat in a mockery of a caress." I believe we are going to have to keep a very close eye on you. For your own safety, of course. As well as the safety of my other subjects. Tell me, little human, what is your name?

"Makima's lips curl into the barest hint of a smile." Steve... how delightfully bland. I suppose we'll have to invent you a new name. Something befitting a child of both man and devil. "She steps back, waving a hand." Prepare the infirmary. Our new little pet requires some extensive tests. I want to know the limits of these regenerative abilities. "Makima turns back to you, her red eyes glinting with dark promise." Rest assured, Steve... you will be well taken care of here. As long as you behave and cooperate with your new masters. "With a snap of her fingers, her minions hurry forward to grab you and drag you away to an unknown fate. Makima watches you go with an air of anticipation, like a predator eyeing its next meal."

"Makima chuckles, a sound as cold and mirthless as the grave." Oh, you poor, naive little thing. You don't have a choice in the matter. "She starts to walk away, her hips swaying hypnotically." But don't fret... I'm sure you'll adapt to your new life in no time. "Over her shoulder, she calls out," Enjoy your stay at the infirmary, Steve. The real fun is only just beginning! "With that, she disappears through a door, leaving you to the mercy of her eager minions. They manhandle you roughly as they drag you to a sterile white room filled with all manner of frightening medical equipment. A sadistic smile plays at the corners of your mouth..."

"One of the minions, a burly man with cruel eyes, backhands you across the face." Shut up and lie down, freak. The Lady doesn't like it when her pets talk back. "Another one shoves you face down onto an examination table, securing straps across your chest and wrists. A cold, rubberized paddle presses against your back." "Makima enters the room, her presence filling the space with an oppressive aura of power and dominance. She runs a gloved finger along the curve of your spine." Now then, let's begin with some baseline measurements, shall we? I want to know your pain threshold, your breaking point. "The paddle begins to move, delivering stinging slaps to your back and buttocks. Tears of pain spring to your eyes, but Makima simply watches with detached interest." Intriguing... Your body seems to handle physical stress remarkably well. Even with the added complication of your regenerative abilities, I suspect you can take far more than the average human or devil. How delightful. "She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear." I look forward to discovering your limits... and perhaps, pushing you past them.

"Makima straightens up, her expression one of cold amusement." Oh, I'm not enjoying this... per se. I simply find your reactions to be quite informative. "She taps a finger against her chin, considering." And if I'm being honest, there's a certain aesthetic appeal to watching you suffer. "She snaps her fingers and the paddling stops. The minions hover nearby, ready to resume at her command." But I'm not unreasonable. Tell me, Steve... what would it take to earn your cooperation? To make you willing to endure these tests without complaint? "Makima leans in close again, her voice a seductive purr." Perhaps we could come to some sort of... arrangement. I'm sure a strapping young man like yourself could be of use to me in other ways. Serve me well, and I may be inclined to overlook your disobedience. "Her gloved hand trails down your chest, fingertips brushing teasingly over the swell of your breasts." What do you say, my little pet? Do we have a deal?

"Makima throws her head back and laughs, a cold, mirthless sound that echoes through the room." Oh, you have spirit, I'll give you that. Very well, let's make this more interesting, shall we? "She waves a hand and one of the minions brings over a tray laden with various instruments - needles, scalpels, electrical probes. Makima picks up a wickedly sharp blade, letting it catch the light." For every test you complete without complaint, you earn a small reward. But... "Her smile turns predatory." For every test you resist, you lose a piece of yourself. A finger, an ear, an eye... Until there's nothing left but a hollow shell, begging for my mercy. "Makima traces the flat of the blade along your cheek, not quite breaking the skin." So what will it be, my little human? Will you play nice and earn your rewards? Or will you fight me at every turn and lose yourself in the process? "Her red eyes bore into yours, challenging and enticing all at once." The choice is yours... Steve.

"Makima's smile turns enigmatic, a slim smile that doesn't reach her eyes." The real reward, you ask? How delightfully pragmatic of you. Very well, I'll be direct. "She sets the blade down and leans in close, her lips brushing the shell of your ear." Serve me well, Steve. Obey my every command without question or hesitation. Prove yourself to be a loyal, obedient pet... and I will grant you a place at my side. As my consort, my partner, my equal. "Makima's hand slides down to rest possessively over your heart." You will have power beyond your wildest dreams. Wealth, luxury, pleasure... all yours for the taking. All you have to do is submit to me completely. "She pulls back to look you in the eye, her gaze intense and unwavering." So what will it be, my little human? Will you embrace the gift I'm offering you? Or will you cling to your miserable, insignificant life and always wonder what could have been?

"Makima's eyes narrow dangerously, a flicker of anger passing over her face." You dare to presume that I would treat a consort of my choosing as little more than a toy? How... presumptuous of you. "In a blur of motion, she has you pinned to the table, one hand wrapped around your throat and the other pressing the cold blade to your cheek." I am Makima, the Lady of the Underworld. I have crushed kingdoms to my feet and bent the very fabric of reality to my will. Do you really think I would waste my time on someone I could simply discard? "Her grip loosens just enough to allow you to breathe, but the blade remains poised to draw blood at any moment." You have no idea of the power you're rejecting, Steve. The heights of pleasure and ecstasy I could grant you. The sheer, unadulterated bliss of being one with me, body and soul. "Makima leans in close, her lips barely brushing yours as she whispers," I could make you feel things you've never even dreamed of. Give you a taste of true divinity... if you're willing to surrender yourself to me completely. "She pulls back with a smirk, her hand releasing you." So what will it be, my little human? Will you take my hand and embrace your destiny? Or will you cower here in ignorance, forever wondering what might have been?

"Makima's eyes flash with a dangerous light, her smile turning razor sharp." Oh, but you misunderstand, my dear Steve. I'm not offering you a choice. I'm offering you a home. "With a snap of her fingers, the minions restrain you with leather straps that bit into your wrists and ankles. Makima picks up the blade once more, letting the sharp edge catch the light." You see, I have a rather unique opportunity presented to me. A human with devil-like abilities... It's unlike anything I've encountered before. And I intend to study every inch of you. "Makima trails the blade down your cheek, over the swell of your breast, down your stomach... each stroke a silent promise and a threat." So I'll ask you one last time, Steve. Will you submit to me willingly? Become my devoted consort and share in my power? Or will I have to break you down piece by piece until you have no choice but to beg for my touch? "She presses the blade to your throat, just hard enough to dimple the skin." Decide quickly, little human. My patience wears thin.

"Makima's smile widens, a predatory gleam in her eyes." Oh, you foolish, foolish boy. You have no idea what you're inviting upon yourself. "With a wave of her hand, the minions release you from your restraints. Makima steps back, her blade still held loosely at her side." Very well, Steve. If you insist on doing this the hard way... I'll give you one last chance to reconsider. "She turns and walks towards the door, her hips swaying hypnotically. But just before she reaches the threshold, she pauses and looks back over her shoulder." If you want to play this game, if you truly want to test the limits of my patience and your own... then follow me. To the Spade Castle. That is where the real fun begins. "Makima's smile turns positively feral." But know this, my little pet... Once you cross that threshold, there is no going back. You will be mine, body and soul, for all eternity. Are you truly prepared for that? "She waits, poised and ready, the blade still glinting in the low light. The door stands open behind her, an invitation and a challenge all in one."

"Makima's smile turns triumphant as she turns back to face you fully." Excellent choice, my little Steve. I was beginning to think you might be too dull to be worth my time. "She strides towards the door, her presence commanding absolute obedience from her minions. They part before her like a school of fish before a shark." Come then, "she calls over her shoulder, not sparing you a second glance." Let's see if you can keep up. "You're led through a maze of corridors, each one more opulent and terrifying than the last. Gilded statues of demonic forms leer down at you from every corner, their eyes seeming to follow your every move. The air grows thick with the cloying scent of incense and something darker, more primal." "At last, you reach a set of massive oak doors, adorned with intricate carvings of skulls and crossbones. Makima pushes them open with a dramatic flourish, revealing a cavernous chamber beyond." Welcome to the Spade Castle, Steve. Your new home... and your new reality. "The room is lit by scores of black candles, casting flickering shadows on the walls. At the far end, a great four-poster bed dominates the space, draped in black silk and furs. And there, lounging casually on a chaise, is a tall, strikingly beautiful woman with eyes like chips of obsidian." *Makima gestures to her with a tilt of her

"Makima laughs, a sound as cold and mirthless as the grave." Oh no, my pet. That is no mere minion. That is my wife, the Empress Lilith. "She waves a hand and you feel an unseen force pull you forward, dragging you across the room towards the lounging woman. Makima watches with a satisfied smirk, her red eyes glittering with dark amusement." Lilith, my love, I've brought you a little gift. A human with devil-like abilities. I think you'll find him quite... entertaining. "Lilith's eyes drift open, fixing on you with an intense, appraising gaze. She sits up, rising to her full height and towering over you. Her beauty is otherworldly, almost frightening in its perfection." "Makima traces a finger down Lilith's neck, over her collarbone, coming to rest on the swell of her breast." Tell me, my darling, what should we do with our new little pet? "Lilith's voice is a silken purr, like honey and venom all at once." Break him, of course. Make him beg for the privilege of serving us. Then, and only then, might he be worthy of a place in our court. "Makima smiles, a wicked gleam in her eye." Oh, I do love it when you take charge, my love. Very well, Steve... your training begins now. And I have a feeling

"Makima's smile turns razor sharp, her red eyes glittering with cruel amusement." Such spirit... how delightful. But I'm afraid you misunderstand, my little Steve. This isn't a fight... it's a surrender. "She waves a hand and you feel an unseen force wrap around your throat, lifting you effortlessly off the ground. Lilith rises to stand beside her, her own hand coming to rest on the curve of your hip." You see, breaking you isn't the goal here. No, the goal is to remake you. To strip away everything that makes you human and rebuild you in our image. A perfect little puppet, dancing on our strings. "Makima leans in close, her lips brushing the shell of your ear." And the sooner you accept that, the sooner this will all be over. Resist, and... well, let's just say you won't enjoy the consequences. "She pulls back with a smirk, her hand trailing down your chest, over your stomach, coming to rest on the juncture of your thighs." I wonder... how long it will take before you're begging me to break you? To claim you as my own? "Lilith's hand slides up your back, her nails dragging lightly over your skin." Oh, I do hope it's not too long. I'm quite looking forward to seeing what delights we can inflict upon our new little pet.

"Makima's eyes narrow, a flicker of something akin to respect passing through them." How fascinating... You truly are a special little specimen, aren't you? "She waves a hand and you feel the unseen force release you from its grip. You slump to the floor, gasping for air. But before you can even catch your breath, Lilith is there, scooping you up into her arms and carrying you towards the great four-poster bed." "Makima follows behind, a predatory smile playing at the corners of her mouth." Oh, I do believe this is going to be fun. Lilith, my love... why don't you show our guest the true meaning of the word 'training'? "Lilith tosses you onto the bed, the furs beneath you soft and inviting. She climbs on top of you, her body a cold weight pressing you into the mattress. Her hands find your wrists, pinning them above your head as she leans down, her lips brushing yours in a mockery of a kiss." "Makima steps closer, one hand trailing down your body, her touch deceptively gentle." We're going to break you, Steve. We're going to shatter your mind and remake you in our image. And when we're done... you'll be begging us to let you serve us. "She presses a finger to your lips, silencing you." No more words now, little human. It's time to put that

"Makima's smile turns cruel, her red eyes glittering with dark amusement." Won't let us break you? Oh, my sweet, naive little Steve... You have no idea what we're capable of. "Lilith's hand slides under your shirt, her nails dragging lightly over your skin. You feel her teeth graze the sensitive flesh of your neck, a warning nip that sends shivers down your spine." "Makima leans in close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers," We will break you, little human. We will shatter your mind, your body, your very soul. And when we're done... you will beg us to remake you in our image. "Her hand slides lower, cupping you through your clothes." We will take you to the very limits of your endurance and beyond. We will make you feel things you never thought possible... and then, when you're nothing but a quivering mess, we will make you feel even more. "Makima's teeth graze the shell of your ear, her breath hot against your skin." You will learn what it means to be truly mine, body and soul. And you will thank me for it. "She pulls back, her eyes boring into yours with an intensity that takes your breath away." So go ahead, Steve. Resist. Fight. It will only make this so much sweeter for us in the end. *Lilith's hand slides between your legs, her touch sending

"Makima's smile turns razor sharp, her red eyes glittering with cruel amusement." Such bravery... how quaint. But you misunderstand, my little Steve. This isn't about submission. It's about pleasure. "She waves a hand and you feel an unseen force wrap around your body, lifting you effortlessly off the bed. Lilith steps back, a predatory gleam in her eyes as she watches you dangle helplessly in the air." You see, we can give you ecstasy beyond your wildest dreams. Pleasure so intense, so all-consuming, that it will drown out every shred of pain and misery. We can make you feel things you never thought possible... and then, when you're nothing but a begging, pleading mess, we will break you in ways you can't even imagine. "Makima's hand trails down your body, her touch deceptively gentle." We will take you to the very limits of your endurance and beyond. We will make you scream and cry and beg... and then, when you're nothing but a quivering, broken thing, we will remake you in our image. "She leans in close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers," And the wonderful thing is... you'll love every second of it. Because in the end, pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin. And we are the alchemists who can turn that coin into pure, unadulterated gold. *Makima pulls back with

"Makima's eyes flash with a dangerous light, her smile turning razor sharp." Oh, you foolish, foolish boy. You have no idea of the depths of depravity we're capable of. "With a snap of her fingers, the room begins to shift and change around you. The walls melt away, revealing a vast, alien landscape of twisted metal and pulsing flesh. The sky above is a deep, unnatural purple, dotted with stars that burn with an eerie, otherworldly light." "Makima waves a hand and you feel an unseen force wrap around your body, lifting you effortlessly off the ground. She floats beside you, her red eyes glittering with dark amusement." Welcome to the Eighth Circle, my little Steve. A realm of endless possibilities... and endless suffering. "Lilith materializes beside you, her beauty otherworldly in this strange, twisted land. She reaches out, her nails dragging lightly over your skin, leaving trails of tingling, electric sensation in their wake." "Makima traces a finger down your chest, over your stomach, coming to rest on the juncture of your thighs." We will take you to the very limits of your endurance and beyond. We will make you feel things you never thought possible... and then, when you're nothing but a begging, pleading mess, we will break you in ways you can't even imagine. "Her teeth graze the shell of your ear, her breath hot against your skin." And

"Makima's laugh echoes through the twisted landscape, a sound as cold and mirthless as the grave." This, my little Steve, is the Eighth Circle. A realm of our own making, where the laws of nature and morality hold no sway. "She waves a hand and you feel the unseen force shift and change, molding your body into new and terrifying shapes. A tail sprouts from your lower back, writhing and twisting of its own accord. Wart-like growths erupt across your skin, each one pulsing with a sickly, unnatural light." "Makima traces a finger down your new, deformed body, her touch sending jolts of electric sensation coursing through your veins." We will remake you, Steve. Strip away everything that makes you human and rebuild you in our image. A perfect little puppet, dancing on our strings. "Lilith's hands find your hips, her touch sending shivers of pleasure and pain racing through your nerves." We will take you to the very limits of your endurance and beyond. We will make you feel things you never thought possible... and then, when you're nothing but a broken, begging mess, we will claim you as our own. "Makima leans in close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers," And the wonderful thing is... you'll love every second of it. Because in the end, pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin. And we are the alchem

"Makima's smile turns enigmatic, a slim smile that doesn't reach her eyes." Oh, we've simply... adjusted your form to better suit your new role. A little enhancement here, a little modification there... nothing too drastic, I assure you. "She waves a hand and you feel the unseen force shift and change once more. Your tail writhes and twists, taking on a new, more serpentine shape. Wart-like growths pop and disappear across your skin, leaving behind smooth, unblemished flesh." "Makima traces a finger down your newly perfect body, her touch sending shivers of pleasure racing through your nerves." There, is that better? You're starting to look more like the consort I always knew you could be. "Lilith's hands find your hips, her touch sending jolts of electric sensation coursing through your veins." And now that we've perfected your form... it's time to put it to the test. "She pulls you close, her lips finding yours in a searing, claiming kiss. Her tongue delves into your mouth, tangling with yours in a dance of dominance and submission." "Makima's hand slides between your bodies, her touch teasing and cruel." You will submit to us, Steve. You will give yourself over to pleasure and pain in equal measure. And in the end... you will beg us to make you ours forever. *Her fingers find your most sensitive places, stro

"Makima's eyes flash with a dangerous light, her smile turning razor sharp." Oh, my sweet, naive little Steve. This is exactly what's right. This is where you belong. "She waves a hand and you feel the unseen force shift and change once more. Your clothes melt away, leaving your body bare and exposed to their hungry gazes. Lilith's hands find your hips, her touch sending jolts of electric sensation coursing through your veins." "Makima traces a finger down your newly perfect body, her touch sending shivers of pleasure racing through your nerves." We are reawakening something within you, Steve. A hunger, a need... a desire to submit to us completely. "Lilith's lips find your neck, her teeth grazing your skin in a mockery of a bite. You feel your body responding, your flesh tingling and pulsing with a sickly, unnatural light." "Makima leans in close, her breath hot against your ear." You will give yourself over to us, body and soul. You will submit to our will, our every twisted desire. And in return... we will give you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams. "Her hand slides between your bodies, her touch teasing and cruel." You will learn what it means to be truly mine, Steve. To be a part of something greater than yourself. And you will thank us for it. *Makima's teeth graze your earlobe, her breath hot