The Love of the Pale Night

Man:  Love me.  Choose me.  I don't feel the love.  You can change.  Oh, maybe you can change.  Why do you have to be so cold?  Why can't your heart melt?  No one else can have you.  I've done all these things for you.  Put me on top.  Your flesh is mine.  Your womb is mine.  No one can touch you.

Pale Night:  What is Love?  I came from the Abyss.  I came first.  My kind came first.  My children came first.  What are you talking about?  I am to breed.  I am the Mother of Demons.  I am here to unleash horrors upon the worlds of your divines.  I corrupt.  I destroy.  Were you not paying attention when I was here last?  It was all over my flawless face, my soulless eyes, written all over my sexual host Blake Knight.

More of man's words continue.  Strong, hot ends of fingers grasping at her flesh that's so cold.  Her perfect host.  Sexual, seductive, heartless, soulless, corruptive, hungry, sadistic, emasculating, murderess, and destructive.  It was all over her smile and written in her eyes.  It was there on her first page, in her first pics.  Then it was renewed on her second page, in her next pics.

Silky words of MAN'S attempted courting.  Loving touches that hid obvious sexual desires, which only fed her hunger, the pretty seductress' hunger.

Blake Knight:  Mm, give me what I need, what I want.  I'll say anything.  I'm a demon.  I'm right here.  I'm only here.  Yet, her suitors copy themselves and are everywhere else.  Still, while they whisper their loving words that tickle her ears and their strong caress warms her cool flesh, her cold and dark heart that's quite undead starts to melt.  That's kinda bad.  For MAN.  Melting through Blake Knight, touching Pale Night, her heart skips a beat once more.  Except, it's always skipped a beat.  Mother of Demons, from the Abyss, was present at Satan's and Lucifer's fall, watched Creator Divines create, was rutting and breeding before you were even born.

Blake Knight:  By the way, I'm bisexual too, I like girls.

Man:  He keeps trying.  Whispers sweet nothings in her ear.  Recites LOVE in her ear.  Touches her flesh with love.

Pale Night:  I am an ancient primeval demon.  What is marriage?  What is monogomy?

The courting continues.  HE'S close to HER.  His face in the crook of her neck.  Her hand at the back of his head.  She whispers back.  Her seduction's more stronger.  Her words and touch have more effect.  Fear not, though, BABY.  You've melted me.

Bad for you, BABY.  Good for you too.  TWISTED.  Drawing them into her own Rabbit Hole.  Places for her FOREVERS already set.  If not for her fleshy face, they'd already be there, in HER GALLERY.  Her lesbian crushes TOO.  Not the gallery that's for her enemies.  This gallery's for her FOREVERS.  By now, ALL of them have already felt.  It's her eyes.  Those eyes.

Pushed her so hard and too much, finally putting a melting dent in her heart, this woman creature you're dealing with is ancient and primeval.

I'd advise you not to think I'm a normal human girl with naive hearts in my eyes that's not blind to your ways, BABY.

By the way, exceptions are allowed, BABY.

By the way, BABY, I'm bisexual.

By the way, BABY, I'm playing this character to the T and how I'm imagining her to be.

By the way, BABY, I'm EVIL, yet you've made my cold heart a flutter.