The Awakening: Part 1
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Possession.  That's her M.O.  Though, she is a capable and deadly combatant in her incorporeal form, she's even more deadly when possessing the more skilled and powerful of a party, using all their strengths against their comrades, using them to utter ruin.  The same applies in the bedroom too, using their bodies for maximum pleasure, just feeling them get ravaged for her pleasure.  Her kind of possession is quite unique.  She can possess mere mortals, like anykind of humanoid or non-humanoid race, humans are her fave by the way, yet she can possess the more powerful ones too.  The undead somehow, angels, demons, and the divines somehow, and so many others.

Humans, blonde women to be exact, with killer bods are her secret itch.  Like this one, a skilled fighter with a sword, unable to resist cutting her comrades to pieces.  Her soul taken, her mind being smothered, with something white and made of cloth, pulled by claws that feel like being strangled by something like a twisted sheet around the throat.  Over her face too, and she tries to scream, but she can't, she's losing consciousness, barely hearing the screams of her comrades while she's killing them, unable to see but black silhoettes through what can only be a white sheet.  She's one of their point fighters, not a tank though like they've acquired from the inn they stayed the night in, like the big rageful barbarian or that dwarven fighter.

The first one that she killed was their wizard, quickly decapitating him right away.  She wasn't herself even before that.  She couldn't watch, it was that quick, only hear.  She was being violated, made to do things, made to kill.  Utter evil took her over, soulless and depraved, with a purpose.  OH, GODS, HELP ME.

Too late.  Pale Night laughs and she mocks.  This party interrupted the anti-thesis party that has gathered.  An evil party dedicated to the dark and evil gods who's memory items were gathered here, wherever here is.  Another powerful demon from the Abyss has memory items here too, part of a collection of relics placed here.  Pale Night is not a part of it, any of it, yet an item dedicated to her is mixed up in this.  Even in the Old Ages, they have her confused with something else, the evil ones think she is like the rest of the demons, like the rest of her children.  Even then, her designs changed.  She is the Mother of Demons.  She BREEDS.

Even still, THAT is not her true desire, her true design for this world and the next, and for all the worlds and realms.  More blood Pale Night feels on this pretty's cheek.  Right through the heart, with both hands gripping this most holy infused handle of the sword, she is grinning at the comrade she just murdered.  Mm, a pretty paladin of a man, with such a pretty face.  Armor so polished, vanity does that to ya, when Pale Night sees a reflection of a symbol from it not from the Abyss, but from Hell.  Mm, Lucifer, now that brings back memories.

Twisting the sword, giving it rough to the paladin, actually shaking in pleasure and feeling her loins get wet from it, and from the battle, Pale Night turns around and without care pulls the sword free.  She sees where she is at, ignoring the paladin's dying breath, her eyes all milky white and maybe already snatching the paladin's soul.  Sneering at what she is seeing, this collection of different kinds of evil with something from Hell added.  The sooner she kills everyone here, the sooner she will go back to slumber.

Leave me alone.  Don't bother me.  Why are you bothering me?  Not that many of the pure ones left.  Pale Night's killing them.  The possession happened in the middle of a fight, a fight between good and evil that is not gonna be documented this night, except by these fools' divines, if they are even paying attention and not fattening themselves on their sins.  Wink, grin, licks lips, corruption so easy with the divines you know.  So, just because, cause that is the kind of bitch she is now, she locks on to the nearest evil one getting in on the action.  Pale Night sees an assassin.  Must have been quite a sight to see a pretty fighter knight kind of girl turn on her own party and murder.

He is cute too.  Eyes quickly search for that holy symbol.  Which one is it that this one prays to?  Too late.  Why did Pale Night pick this girl she just possessed?  Well, she is a very skilled fighter and really skilled with this sword, her sword and armor are enchanted, she has some fancy magical boots, and she is a capable sorceress.  After gutting that assassin deep and bloody, she is turning around and casting a spell of utter fire and exploding it everywhere and on everyone.

The screams, the blood, her back to the assassin and she gives it that extra shove with the sword, feeling the assassin's blood run down the holy handle.  The fire consumes her host while she gets more wet, lingering still to feel so much sensations.  Pale Night grins, hearing this girl whimper, pray to her divinity.  Oh, my pretty, I took your flesh, now I take your soul.

BOOM.  Screams not heard.  In some forgotten city in the past on some world, the earth shook underneath an innocent-looking temple that has with it a dark and terrible secret.  No one even knows.  It took the priests the next day to know, the good ones that is, the ones who weren't part of whatever cult was happening.  They kept it a secret.  The divinities, the demons who were worshiped underneath the temple, do they know?  Who knows with them.  If they do, they really do not know who was truly responsible for the deaths of their good and evil children.

Pale Night is dead.  Pale Night is forgotten.  Pale Night is a myth.  Pale Night does not exist.

Thank the UNIVERSE.  Thank REALITY.  Thank your own CREATION.

Muah!

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