Re: Sole Survivor (Grave)
Cynthia brought a wing close to her face, her feathers only just touching her soft, smooth cheeks, her eyes dropping to the table as she pondered how to answer Grave's question. ... I don't feel those are the correct words... she told him, commenting towards his referencing of a 'base' and 'leader'. She picks her head up, looking back to Cynder "The main concentration of demons, as you may expect, is what the world has come to call, 'Hell'. It exists in another realm, existing as a place, just as real as the world you see around you now... And as for their leader..." Cynthia trailed off for a moment, giving more thought into her words, "The best way to describe her, is Satan, although that is a very old name, and the current demon who possesses the throne of hell is not called by that name..."
Her voice falls silent again, before she utters the name of the most powerful demon in existence, "... Persephone..."
(Pronounced, Per·seph·o·ne)
The room around Grave seemed to fill with an ominous presence, and a feeling of great fear made Cynder's whole body shiver. Was this demoness so powerful, that simply uttering her name brought forth such a powerful force of magic? And before Grave could ask, Cynthia continued speaking, about to give him a history lesson, "She was once a pure, beautiful angel, a descendant of beings most humans worship as gods. Her great, magical power was used solely for naught but good will, and the betterment of the wounded realms, torn asunder by the demons who mercilessly took over various realms like a plague."
"However, one day, the lord of Hell set his perverted gaze on her, and for many decades, he pursued her, thwarted by her brilliance, and power each and every time he attempted to defile her body and soul to satisfy his own corrupt ego. And when Hell was all but defeated, the demon lord tried one last measure of cunning in an attempt to capture her. Using a fallen angel to disguise itself as a fellow angel, he managed to poison a single fruit in her garden, before the impostor was caught, and purified."
"The angels made a single, dire mistake, and didn't realize that the fallen angel had succeeded in it's task. And within the week, she dined on that very fruit, and fell under the demon's curse. As a result, she, without a mind of her own, was unable to protect her land. And as her friends and followers tried to assist her, they found no method with which to cure her, and soon after, the whole land fell to darkness..." Cynthia said grimly,
"Angels were raped, many converted into demons themselves, while the other, more pure angels were made to be slaves, likely still being tortured, and milked of their souls to this day... While as for Persephone herself... The demon lord had his way with her to his corrupted heart's desire, while her cries, begging for more foul treatment were heard throughout the realm."
Cynthia grabbed her tea cup, drinking the last bit of liquid inside of it to provide more liquid to her throat, before continuing her long story, "The demon lord got Persephone pregnant many times over many centuries, and she birthed many powerful foul spawn, many of whom still walk the plains of existence as we live and breathe now. Until, one day, Persephone's iron will was broken, and the deepest darkness of corruption poured into her soul, twisting, mangling, and warping the poor woman's existence, until she became a mangled horror of what she used to be."
"... She killed the demon that had raped her for so long in an act of sinful vengeance, her pure morals no longer applying to her as she brutally murdered him in his slumber. And on that day, she claimed the throne of Hell, warping her realm to match what had happened to her her whole life, sending her minions and even her own children off to distant realms, with one sole objective in mind, to force everyone to suffer what she had endured for many centuries of her life, sexual torture, and utter corruption..."
Looking at Grave, Cynthia's eyes showed a little fear behind her adept mask of calm, apparently frightened herself from the presence in the room, given off from speaking Persephone's name. "Persephone is a true monster, Cynder, and she suffers with every passing day within her corrupt existence, unable to think of anything other than torture and sex, a woman who has completely lost her mind to insanity, and corruption..."