Sharesha The Temptress

Elven princess Shri'rossa was a woman scorned, drawn to the Dark after her lover Tahlavin betrayed her and broke not only her heart but her spirit as well when he turned on her, forsaking his ties with the woman he thought he loved.
Recruited by Traesha, the first succubus, she willingly gave over her heart and soul to Quont to become Sharesha the Temptress, a succubus of renown in Mernac. Sharesha took great pleasure in her new role in the evil harem and under Father Quont's guidance she vowed to serve him with heart and soul.

Born upon the first day of Bella’s Equinox as Sharel Shri’rossa, she was the illegitimate child of a forbidden affair between a sacred temple priestess and a father whom she never wished to know, given the right to rule under the title of Princess due to falsified belief. According to the midwife that had helped bring forth the newborn, she professed to the former priestess that the girl ‘seemed unnaturally darker, with entrancing aureate irises.’ Suspiciously a day later...the midwife died of an unfamiliar disease, causing the close-knit Elven village to turn on Shri’rossa’s mother, Lue’maire. From then on, her daughter’s given name which originally meant ‘Spirit of Beauty,’ now became the inauspicious: ‘Death’s Dusk.’

Even in a devoted community, it was indeed true that her birth was kept secret, and as a child, Shri’rossa visibly envied the other children, drawn into a trance of bad disposition. At this point, darkness crept through the unseen cracks in her heart, letting the depths of cruelty draw her into erotic nuances. Known for her bewitching gold eyes, the Elven Princess found nothing more influencing than taking in the wisdom of an old Shamaness who shared her thoughts of anarchic nihilism.

Bestowing a ritual dagger of ruthless bloodthirst, the Shamaness warned Sharel carefully: "Give nothing but suffering and manipulation to those deserving...take nothing but revenge and satisfaction in the end."While young and naive, Shri’rossa had many a man fall for her enigmatic beauty, but only let her eyes set on one: Tahlavin. Oh, yes...she sustained her thoughts of love and innocence for him, not knowing in turn that Tahlavin had been crestfallen after the village frowned upon his relationship with the ‘Red Lady’.

Taking this unmistakably as rejection, Shri’rossa embraced the advice and advanced through the shadows of deceit, waiting her time to immerse cold unforgiving steel into his heart.It had been time for the Princess to reveal the alter ego of her dark beauty after many years had passed since then. She silently grieved subsequently to Lue’maire’s death, shattering the last piece of kindness in her heart.It was a simple night in mid-summer, beneath a forests’ eaves, when the beguiled Princess took Tahlavin’s life after draining the last bit of pleasure from his source of desire.

Spilling his blood onto the earthen ground, Shri’rossa feasted hungrily upon his flesh, tasting for the first time what she so desired - a purpose in life. When recruited by Traesha, Shri’rossa severed all ties of her past life, taking on the name of Sharesha and served Father Quont reverently, offering her heart and soul without hesitance. Chained and tortured delightfully, she still held on through determination before achieving such a skilled position.

Here, is where we find the true tale of the Temptress, for under her Lord’s guidance, the new Succubus vowed to serve him well at any cost it would take to keep Father Quont appeased, even at the expense of her victims. Down to this day, she still bears the dagger that brought her to this current state, the steel just as fierce as its keeper.It is to be noted, that during her times chained beneath Father Quont's command, she develops an arousing fetish for those possessing tattoos and piercings. In turn, Sharesha takes on the tattoos of tribal creatures devouring each other, covering her entire body. Upon her aquiline nose, lies a stud of gold, strung with a chain to her ear where another stud of bone pierces her ear.

--Ingosien

P.S. This is attributed to Father Quont, God of Lust

Nocturnal Memories

It is a night of blood, a song of subtlety,
wolves vent their howls.
The thirsting one wakens.
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her stalking form,
an everlasting desire.
Her ebon hair cascades over
tragic shoulders, and her full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste
the soul streaming from the pale flesh beneath her.
Now a night of ecstasy,I remember her.

--Ingosien

Torturer of the Queen

Death's advent should not be swift.

Life can only crawl slowly from each crack

Within the black soul;

It flows like water through a sack.

Pain makes death a malevolent trick.

The fire must stay on the wick

Till it reveals life is but a sable,

Regretful unseen crevice

People plead for death upon the table

More desperately than clocks tick

What makes pleasureful torture a high art?

It is to linger it as skilled lovers

Prolong the desire they impart

In the deep heat beneath the silken seas.

--Ingosien

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Salvation

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--Ingosien