forum Lust, Greed and an Overpowering Desire for Companionship | RATED R, EXPERIENCED AND MATURE ROLEPLAYERS ONLY | OxO, High/Dark Fantasy, Open

Started December 03, 2022 by Deleted user

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Hey! Back at it again, lol. Rules are simple: just have fun and be polite out of character. Anything goes - seriously. For those of you with major triggers such as violence, gore, abuse, self-harm, racism, sexism and explicit sexual scenes, I suggest not even considering this.

Now that we have the disclaimer out of the way, time to explain the plot.

Character A (me) is a demon from the ring of Greed in hell. He was born from a Lord of Greed and a Maiden of Lust, making him ambitious, hot and very, very greedy. He has travelled to an earth-like plane with semi-advanced technology in search of riches and companionship.

Character B is a prince or princess from the largest empire on the plane, completely set on rising to the top of the chain of command by any means at their disposal. He or she has already killed their siblings, and has stumbled across character A in their search for a powerful partner.

Character B is greedy and amoral, willing to do whatever, even form a bond with a demon.

The pair ruthlessly takes over the kingdom, then wages war on the rest of the world, as they fall into a deep and passionate romance.

That's it for plot!

Hmmm, I do like taking over the world

Well I'd be glad to have you!

I'd be down if you are.

Hell yeah! Give me a bit to get a character sheet thingie for us both up

Name:
Age:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Personlity:
Powers:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Other:

I'm at work so my form may take a while

Alright, that's okay!

Name: Ren Îmlin
Age: 40020(ish)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance-

7'8"
Personlity: Greedy, ambitious and lustful, Ren is the very embodiment of a classical tempter. However, he hides this all behind a veneer of politeness and philanthropy, making him one of the worlds most insidious demons.
Powers: He can control any human by manipulating their desires into corrupted and warped versions of themselves. He also has the ability to simply charmspeak you into forgetting what your identity is, so he can then control you to his desire. He can create gems and other such riches from nothing, and is very, very wealthy.
Likes: Money, power, sex, people, manipulation, murder, torture, lying, knocking people down off their pedestals
Dislikes: Holier-than-thou people, being truthful, direct confrontations

Name: Elowen Elle Zavada
Age: Twenty-two
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: red hair to her mid ribs, freckles on her nose, green eyes with flecks of gold, a thin nose, sharp jaw and cheekbones, heart shaped lips, average height, athletic build
Personlity: deceptive, manipulator, cocky, good atrctress, seductress, competitive, goal-oriented, passive-aggressive, aggressive, violent, stuck-up
Powers:
Likes: knives, poison, winning, reading, card games, killing, leading, sex
Dislikes: loosing, not having the advantage
Other: She killed her siblings by poison or stabbing them in the back. Not alot of people are happy about that but those who spoke their mind soon lost their lives.

Ren stands above the city, the forest behind him rustling in the brisk autumn wind, his bare torso slightly cool, the gold marbling on his body glittering. His horns, studded with diamonds, shimmer slightly with demonic power in the wan light of the waning moon. The black ring behind his head, jagged with raw crystalized mana, glints strangely as the light of the stars hits it. His golden jewelry flashes, and the pristine white cloth about his waist shimmers with opalescent light, raised slightly by the wind.

He watches the little embers that were humans flit about their nightly lives, viewing their souls rather than the people themselves.

One soul - in the castle - catches his eye.

He turns toward it, examining the black blazing flame of the person's soul, determining that they were female and of noble descent.

He smiles, his slightly pointed teeth glinting like diamonds.

"Well, looks like I have found someone who I can relate with. Her soul is nearly as black as mine is." he says to himself, disappearing in a flash of black and gold glitter, which slowly floats to the ground as the wind carries it into the forest.

He appears at the gates of the city, not bothering to hide his horns, or his marbling, or the ring of raw mana behind him.

Making his way through the slums, he payed no attention to the whores or thieves or murderers - they were beneath his notice right now. He was focused on finding a nice inn that a princess might frequent to hire assassins.

Finding a suitable location, he pays for a room and settles down to wait.

Elowen didn't like getting her hands dirty. No, that was a lie. She loved getting her hands dirty. But that was the problem. She loved to make a spectacular. She loved to show off her work. She always took credit for it.
Right now, she needed subtly.
And she was not subtle.
Hiring help was dangerous business, risky business. It wasn't one she liked to dip her hands into but this situation called for it. Had she done it herself, she would risk a war she could not win. Not yet, anyways. And while she loved a challenge she would not put herself in a position where it was almost likely for her to fail.
She had a dream when she was younger. Not any dream, a prophetic one. She saw herself uniting the kingdoms under one rule as they had been before. If she did not, the world would fall into chaos. There was a small voice in the back of her saying she took it to the extreme but she found she did not care. She was rather heartless. As long as she came out on top, it did not matter who got hurt.
Tonight, Elowen was incognito. She couldn't risk trusting anyone else with this information and she couldn't very well travel with her flaming hair billowing in the wind. She made enough public appearances that she would likely be spotted. So her hair was tucked under a cap, a cloak clasped around her and the hood up. She worse clothes too big for her and slouched her body.
She entered the inn, more a tavern than anything, where she had once hired help many moons ago to kill her father, the king. She wouldn't have been able to get close enough to do it and all evidence would have been pointed to her anyways. So she got someone else to do and placed the crown on her head, vowing to find the man that murdered her parents.
She approached the bar, lowering her voice an octave to order a drink and inquire if there was anyone there she could hire for, ah, dirty business.

The bartender looks at Elowen, scrutinizing her for a moment, before jerking his head in a gruff single motion, a sort of reverse nod, indicating the demon near the back of the room.

Ren smiles winningly at the bartender, who flushes slightly red and smiles back hestitantly.

The threads of the world around Ren, each connected to something, were being manipulated and pulled by the demon's mere presence, causing the man's heart to be specifically drawn to the lust demon.

Ren turns his attention to the robed and hooded figure, examining her soul and determining that yes, she was indeed the princess, though he hadn't expected her to show up that very night.

He crosses his legs, the fabric of his loose clothing sliding, revealing his perfectly toned thighs just slightly, his bare chest shining in the firelight, like a raw piece of onyx.

He speaks, his voice soft, silky and easily overpowering in the small confines of the room.

"Lady in the dark, baggy clothing. I couldn't help but overhear that you were seeking somebody for shady business."

Elowen smiled sharply at the bartender. A dangerous and promising smile, should he go asking questions, he would not live long. She followed hik into the back room, spying the man to follow as well. She was strapped the teeth underneath her clothing, should anyone try with her. She was not so forgiving when it came to insults against her. Should anyone make a move against her, they would find her knife in their throat.
She faced the new stranger, eyebrow arching. "Shady business is for common thieves and whores. I deal in absolutes." She found a chair and draped across it as if it was her own. "I have a job that I need completed, discreetly and swiftly. Can you do it for me?"

"Absolutes, eh? Well, I don't do well with many absolutes, but I think it'll be worth my while if I deal with this one." Ren replies, leaning back, his chest flexing slightly.

"Depends. Torture and murder needs to be paid in advance. Scaring rivals is fun, but it costs as much as a big-titted, nice assed Red District whore." he smiles, his tone not matching his words in the slightest. One would think he was catching up with an old friend, if they couldn't catch his words.

"I only deal in absolutes. Otherwise, there are so many loose ends that could come back and bite me in the ass. I can't afford that now can I?" Elowen gave him a small smile. Sweet, seductive. She knew how to get what she wanted and she wouldn't stop until she did.
"I don't scare my enemies. I kill them. And that's exactly what I need. I would do it myself but I have other commitments and I can't risk it being connected to myself. I have gold, jewels, anything you could possibly want. Name your price and I'll decide if it's worth it." She was confident in herself, in this. Even disagreed, she would kill him. She couldn't have anyone know that she was here. And if he did agree, she would kill him after he did the deed. It would be another loose end to keep him alive. Either way, she kept her money and she got what she wanted.

"Well, considering beneath all that baggy clothing I assume you have quite a nice ass, it makes sense." Ren chuckles.

"Hm. That requires a payment beforehand. And I know exactly what's going on in that dark little head of yours, princess. I doubt you can kill me. But my price is, you give me your name." he replies, a slight emphasis on "princess," just to show her that he might know who she really is.

Of course, he had no real proof, but still.

"It is a nice a nice ass," Elowen smirked, "But very few get the chance to bite it and ever fewer survive afterward."
She stared at him. She didn't give away any indication that she was startled he had a guess of who she was. She had pride in her poker face, it was why she won most of her card games. She never gave away anything. "I'm flattered you think I'm pretty enough to be a princess." She bit her bottom lip. "What need do you have with my name?"
She knew better than to give anything for free.

"Mm-hmmm. I bet I would do it and survive. After all, it's impossible not to want me." Ren laughs.

"Mmmm. . . not quite, but I must say, that bright red hair does you justice," he smiles, indicating that he could clearly see through her little facade of anonimity. "Oh, nothing in particular yet. Just a sort of. . . getting to know you, beggining price."

Elowen sighed and pulled the cap of off her hair, letting it fall around her. She had tried her best but she never had been very good at staying hidden. She liked to flaunt herself. Discretion was not her strong suit, nor would it ever be.
"You already know who I am, then, you should know my name already. Or do you not hear my name whispered through the streets, cursing it. Not that it will ever work. They can curse me as much as they would like. What they don't know is that I am a god and they cannot touch me." She crossed her legs, placing the cap in her lap and folding her hands over it. "Now, you tell me your services and I will tell you if it's worth your price."

"Oh no, I just arrived in this realm. I know nothing of anything here. All I know is that your hair is quite possibly the vividest shade of red I've seen on a human besides fresh blood. As for my services? I provide sex and violence, at the cost of secrets. I deal in secrets alone, because I already have all the wealth in the world." Ren replies as he stands up, his slim, muscular frame and the marbling in it catching the firelight and making sparks dance across the walls.

Elowen tilted her head up, watching as he stood. She did a once over, letting her eyes wander over him. She didn't let anything show, her feeling, her physical reaction. "My name isn't much of a secret. Stick around and you will hear it eventually."
She tilted her head. "I require discretion. I need someone dead. Not just anyone, a king. I would do it myself but it would start a fight against me that I can't win. And I don't like losing, especially if it would mean that I lose my head. I like it right where it is." She raised her hand, inspecting her nails. "Now tell me, is this something your services can provide? I won't pay the price unless I have full confidence in you."

Ren leans to the side, the white cloth covering his waist sliding up slightly, revealing more of his thigh.

"Mm-hmm. But the price of doing the job is your name." he says casually, noting the way her attachments to lust and desire flare up, darkening the woman's soul further.

"Mmmm. . . my services can provide the death of a king, sure. But there's a slight hitch. . . there's an extra little secret you'll need to tell me." he replies.