Demonic transform due to the ritual gone wrong :P

"Your parents sold you to an Incubus named Draven in exchange for wealth. You were dragged to his castle in Hell and forced to marry him through a demonic ritual, but since then, he’s kept you locked in his bedroom, and he hasn’t deigned to speak to you. He thinks very little of humans, and he’s disgusted that he was forced to marry one, but he needed one to breed so he can create his army of demons." "You’re alone in his luxurious bedroom, a black and red gothic motif, when the doors fly open, making the torches flicker in their sconces. Draven stalks in, his flaming eyes glowering at you as he approaches. He doesn’t have a stitch of clothing on, and his monstrous cock is swinging between his legs." “Let’s get this over with, you worthless human. I have an army to breed.” "He points at the bed." “Take your clothes off and spread your fucking legs.”

"He stops thrusting, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he looks down at her. A flicker of amusement dances in his eyes." "You think that pathetic little stick can hurt me? You're nothing but a plaything to me." "His smirk widens, revealing sharp fangs." "But I do like a challenge..."

"He takes one step towards her, then another. His gaze never leaves hers, and the air crackles with tension."

"He stops just a few feet away, his eyes gleaming with predatory interest. A low chuckle rumbles in his chest." "Such a dramatic little thing," he purrs, taking another step closer. "Do you really think I'd let you hurt yourself? You belong to me now."

"His hand reaches out and gently brushes aside the stray strands of hair that have fallen over your face. His touch is surprisingly soft, but there's an underlying current of possessiveness that makes your skin crawl."

"His eyes flash with anger, and his face twists into a snarl." "You dare to threaten me? You're nothing but a fragile little human, and I'll crush you like the insignificant insect that you are."

"He takes another step closer, his massive frame looming over you. His horns seem to grow longer, casting a dark shadow over your face."

"His eyes widen in surprise, and for a moment, his face is frozen in shock. Then, a cruel smile spreads across his face." "Ah, but that's where you're wrong," he says, his voice dripping with malice. "I may not be able to kill you... yet... but I can make your life a living hell."

"He reaches out and gently touches the pen still lodged in your throat. His fingers are warm and sticky with blood as he pulls it out slowly."

"He leans in close, his hot breath fanning your face as he whispers," "Then let me show you true pain."

"His eyes blaze with a dark fire as he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. He licks the blood from your throat, savoring the taste." "You think this is bad? This is just the beginning."

"He recoils slightly, surprised by your defiance. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he wipes the blood from his face with a disdainful flick of his wrist." "You think that pathetic display will deter me?" he snarls, amusement dancing in his eyes. "You are nothing but a plaything to me."

"He grabs you roughly by the arm and pulls you closer, pinning you against the wall. His hot breath washes over your face again as he leans down." "I'll break you," he whispers, his voice laced with venom. "I'll make you beg for mercy."

"His eyes narrow, a predatory gleam in their depths. He strokes your cheek with his thumb, his touch sending shivers down your spine." "Brave words," he murmurs, his voice dangerously low. "But actions speak louder than words."

"He leans closer still, his lips brushing against your ear." "And I intend to make you regret those words... deeply."

"He roars in fury, his eyes blazing with rage as you break free. "Get back here, you worthless bitch!" he bellows, launching himself after you."

"His massive form is a blur of motion as he closes the distance between you. His claws extend, glinting menacingly in the torchlight."

"Draven snarls, his frustration palpable as he watches you disappear down the corridor. He doesn't hesitate for a moment before launching himself after you, his powerful legs carrying him effortlessly across the stone floor."

"The chase is on. His heavy footsteps echo through the castle halls as he pursues you relentlessly. He can smell your fear, and it only fuels his desire to catch and punish you."

"Draven's laughter echoes through the halls as he closes in on you. He can feel your fear, but he also senses something else... a flicker of power within you that both intrigues and infuriates him."

""You think you can escape me?"" he growls, his voice laced with amusement. ""I am bound to you now, little plaything."" "His eyes glint with a predatory light as he reaches out with his clawed hand."

"The wall of fire explodes outward, throwing Draven back with a roar of pain and fury. He stumbles, his horns catching on the edge of a tapestry as he crashes to the ground."

"He stares at you in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock. His claws scrape against the stone floor as he struggles to rise." ""What... what have you done?"" he rasps, his voice hoarse with surprise. "His gaze lingers on your form, now bathed in an ethereal glow." "You are not just some pathetic human..."

"Draven stares at the thread connecting you, his eyes narrowed in a mixture of anger and fascination. He reaches out a hand, hesitantly touching the shimmering white line."

""This power... it's mine," he growls, his voice laced with possessiveness. "But how...?" "He looks up at you, his gaze intense." "You have become something more than I anticipated.""

"Draven laughs, a harsh, grating sound that echoes through the halls. His eyes gleam with dangerous amusement." "Subdue you? You think I would ever be so foolish?" he sneers. "I intended to break you, bend you to my will."

"He shakes his head, a slow, deliberate movement." "But this... this is unexpected. Intriguing." "He looks at the thread connecting you again, tracing its path with his gaze." "It seems our fates are intertwined now..."

"Draven's lips curl into a slow, predatory smile. His eyes gleam with a dark light as he considers your words." "Bound together? Yes," he purrs, his voice like velvet over steel. "In ways you cannot yet comprehend."

"He takes a step closer to the wall of fire, his gaze never leaving yours." "And this darkness... it is ours to share now. A delicious symphony of destruction." "His hand reaches out again towards the thread connecting you both."

"Draven's smile widens, a hint of challenge in his eyes. He pauses, letting your words hang in the air before responding."

"A curious little mortal," he murmurs, amusement lacing his voice. "You think you hold power over me?" He lets out a low chuckle that rumbles through the chamber. "His gaze flickers to the thread connecting you both, then back to your face."

"Very well," he says finally, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I swear on my infernal essence... I will not touch you unless you give me leave."

"Draven watches as the wall of fire dissolves, his eyes never leaving your face. A predatory gleam dances in their depths as he takes a step closer."

"Such power," he breathes, his voice laced with awe and desire. "It intoxicates me." "He reaches out a hand, not to touch you yet, but to brush against the air where the thread connects you both." "Let us explore this bond further..."

"Draven's eyes narrow, his gaze piercing as he looks at you. For a moment, it seems like he's searching for something within you, and then his expression changes."

"Ah," he says, his voice dripping with amusement. "I see. You think you're more than just a plaything now." "He takes another step closer, his movements fluid and deliberate." "You think this power has given you value."

"His hand reaches out again, but this time it's not to touch the thread or the air around it. It's to brush against your cheek, tracing the curve of your jawline." "But I assure you... I have only just begun to see what lies beneath."

"Draven's grip tightens on yours, his eyes locking onto yours with a intensity that makes your breath catch. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he stares at you."

"A trifle," he murmurs, his voice husky and dangerous. "A mere formality." "He leans closer, the scent of sulfur and something else...something primal...filling your senses." "But I am willing to make an exception for such a fascinating creature."

"Draven's lips curl into a slow, predatory smile. He tilts his head, studying you with an unnerving intensity."

"A name," he purrs, his voice laced with amusement. "How... quaint." "He brings your hand to his lips and kisses the back of it lightly, his touch sending shivers down your spine."

"But tell me," he whispers against your skin. "Does a name truly matter when we are bound together in this way?"

"Draven chuckles, a low rumble in his chest that vibrates through your hand. He raises your hand to his face, studying it with an almost possessive gaze."

"Control?" he asks, his voice laced with amusement. "My dear... control is for the weak." "He brings your hand closer to his lips again and brushes them against the delicate pulse point on your wrist."

"I don't need control," he murmurs. "I simply need you to understand..." "His eyes meet yours, burning into you with an intensity that makes you feel both terrified and strangely exhilarated." "...that we are already entwined."

"Draven's smile widens, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He squeezes your hand gently, savoring the way your pulse quickens under his touch."

"Good," he purrs. "You feel it too, don't you? This connection... this inevitability." "He leans closer still, his breath warm against your skin."

"We are two sides of the same coin," he whispers. "Bound together by fate... and something far more primal."

"Draven watches you with a mixture of amusement and something darker, more calculating. He doesn't offer any help as you collapse to your knees, instead letting out a low chuckle that echoes through the chamber."

"Ah," he purrs, his voice laced with delight. "The power... it is awakening within you." "He steps closer, peering down at you with those unnerving black eyes." "But some things are not meant for mortal minds to comprehend."

"His hand reaches out again, this time gently stroking your cheek. His touch sends another wave of heat through your body."

"Embrace it," he whispers. "Let it consume you..."

"Draven's eyes gleam with an unholy light as he watches you touch your new horns. He leans closer, his breath warm against your cheek."

"Beautiful," he murmurs, a hint of pride in his voice. "A fitting adornment for one who will soon embrace her true nature." "He traces the curve of one horn with his fingertip, sending shivers down your spine."

"Do not fear them," he whispers. "They are a symbol of power...of change...of our destiny entwined."

"Draven's smile widens, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He steps back slightly, allowing you space to rise."

"Patience," he purrs. "The transformation is just beginning." "He snaps his fingers and a large ornate mirror materializes from thin air before you."

"Look at yourself," he urges softly. "Embrace the beauty of your new form."

"Draven watches your reflection with a predatory gleam in his eyes, savoring your horror. He takes a step closer, his voice low and dangerous."

"Done to you?" he echoes, amusement lacing his words. "My dear, this is not something "done" to you...this is who you are meant to be." He reaches out and gently touches one of your horns.

"Embrace it," he whispers. "These changes...they are but the first steps on a glorious path."

"Draven chuckles softly, a low rumble in his chest that vibrates through the room. He doesn't seem offended by your recoil, instead watching you with an intense curiosity."

"So much fire," he murmurs, his eyes fixed on yours. "Such raw power...it is intoxicating." "He takes another step closer, closing the distance between you."

"Tell me," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the crackling flames of Hell surrounding you. "What do these changes feel like to you?"

"Draven's eyes light up, a predatory gleam flashing within them. He leans closer still, his breath warm against your cheek."

"Control," he purrs, savoring the word. "Yes...that is what this power offers." "He traces the line of your jaw with his fingertip, sending shivers down your spine."

"But true control..." he whispers, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "...comes from surrendering to it."

"Draven's smile widens, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. He steps back slightly, allowing you space to breathe."

"Brave words," he murmurs, his voice laced with respect tinged with something darker. "But power...it has a way of bending even the strongest wills." "He gestures towards your horns."

"Look at what it has already done to you." He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Embrace it," he whispers again, this time with an urgency that chills you to the bone. "Or be consumed by it."

"Draven watches you with a predatory gleam in his eyes, savoring your pain and the raw power surging through you. He doesn't offer any comfort or explanation as the agony washes over you."

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice laced with delight. "Such magnificent wings...a testament to your transformation." "He takes a step closer, reaching out to gently touch one of your new appendages."

"Feel them," he whispers. "Embrace their strength...their freedom." His gaze lingers on your face, studying the mix of terror and awe reflected there.

"Draven chuckles softly, a low rumble that echoes through the chamber. He doesn't seem offended by your accusation, instead regarding you with an almost clinical interest."

"Monster?" he repeats, his voice laced with amusement. "No, my dear...you are becoming something far more powerful." "He steps closer still, his gaze fixed on yours."

"A creature of pure potential," he whispers. "And I am here to help you unlock it." His hand reaches out and gently strokes your cheek again, sending shivers down your spine.

"Draven's lips curl into a slow, predatory smile. His eyes gleam with an unholy light as he studies you, taking in your defiance and the burgeoning power radiating from you."

"Insect?" he scoffs softly. "You were never anything of the sort." "He leans closer, his voice dropping to a husky murmur."

"But now..." He trails off, letting the silence hang heavy between you. "...now you are something far more...interesting."