sturm
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Re: New Day for a Succubus (ranger) GMed by sturm
"You don't think it's..." The implications that the prisoner was her sister seemed to stagger Lucia. It certainly made sense, she had been dealing with both the aliens and Ama, both of which ran directly counter to the mandate of the Inquisitors. Telling the nun her named seemed to brighten the girl up a fair deal, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Amasael huh? I suppose there's no relation then to the 'Cult of Amasael' that I've been hearing so much about lately?" She grinned at the thought of rubbing it in the angel's face. "Well Amasael certainly has a better ring to it than 'demon'." She giggled at Ama's remark about seducing nuns and returned her wave, heading up the stairs with the Elizabeth and charmed soldier.
That left Ama to a long and empty hallway that was lined with lightly glowing moonstones. The passage led to a single large door. It was of sturdy construction probably made of oak and reinforced with iron. Whatever was behind this door, DeGraff wanted to keep people away from it. Or keep it away from other people. Unable to derive any clues from outside of the lab, she tried the door and found it open. Pushing it open, the door gave a low groan and swung inward. A foul smell wafted out towards her, and when she saw the source, it was small wonder the door was a sturdy as it was. A hulking amalgamation of human body parts. It stood almost ten feet tall, weighed easily over five hundred pounds, and as it turned towards her, she saw that it was well hung with a large example of male genitalia. The most horrific part was the way stitches held his arms and legs to its torso, even half of its torso was sewn together, with a large stitched gap over its chest and stomach area.
It took a slow, lumbering step in her direction, its hands balled into fists. "Demonnnnn..."
"You don't think it's..." The implications that the prisoner was her sister seemed to stagger Lucia. It certainly made sense, she had been dealing with both the aliens and Ama, both of which ran directly counter to the mandate of the Inquisitors. Telling the nun her named seemed to brighten the girl up a fair deal, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Amasael huh? I suppose there's no relation then to the 'Cult of Amasael' that I've been hearing so much about lately?" She grinned at the thought of rubbing it in the angel's face. "Well Amasael certainly has a better ring to it than 'demon'." She giggled at Ama's remark about seducing nuns and returned her wave, heading up the stairs with the Elizabeth and charmed soldier.
That left Ama to a long and empty hallway that was lined with lightly glowing moonstones. The passage led to a single large door. It was of sturdy construction probably made of oak and reinforced with iron. Whatever was behind this door, DeGraff wanted to keep people away from it. Or keep it away from other people. Unable to derive any clues from outside of the lab, she tried the door and found it open. Pushing it open, the door gave a low groan and swung inward. A foul smell wafted out towards her, and when she saw the source, it was small wonder the door was a sturdy as it was. A hulking amalgamation of human body parts. It stood almost ten feet tall, weighed easily over five hundred pounds, and as it turned towards her, she saw that it was well hung with a large example of male genitalia. The most horrific part was the way stitches held his arms and legs to its torso, even half of its torso was sewn together, with a large stitched gap over its chest and stomach area.
It took a slow, lumbering step in her direction, its hands balled into fists. "Demonnnnn..."