Vivian wakened with a gasp, tensing up before relaxing. Immediately she felt a weight atop her, pushing against her slim body, taking her breath away. It was dark, leaving the brunette unable to see a thing. It only took her a moment to recognize what she was buried beneath. It was cool and slimy while squirming maggots slithered about along with the stench of death. Dead bodies lie atop her, and beneath her.
Of course, when one has served the god of death in ways that Vivian did, this was not distressing in the slightest. Groaning, she pushed and squirmed, attempting to free herself, all while gasping to breathe as the weight continued to push down upon her. After several minutes of trying to free herself, Vivian reached the top, realizing she had been laying amidst a pile of corpses that had been discarded in a large chamber, most likely part of a dungeon.
Climbing down, Vivian steadied herself on the cold stone floor. She was quite naked save for a pair of black leather stiletto heels, rather odd considering where she found herself. Her forehead and back had a rather persistent itch, she found herself scratching a few times as she pondered how she got here and allowed her eyes to adjust to the light. It took a while for Vivian to be able to see enough to make anything out. Only a few small, barred windows allowed the faint moonlight in, wherever she was, it was night outside.
Once Vivian was able to see in the darkness, she realized the corpses she had been nestled within were not human...but quite obviously demonic in nature. Her brow furrowed in thought, but then the memories came back to her. She recalled seducing Shereena, introducing the lovely blonde to one of her masters in a very enjoyable evening. However, their travel plans were interrupted by demons they stumbled upon. Their magic was quite potent, and after her first tryst with the creatures, had found herself transformed into one of them. It seemed like months that she served them, gleefully participating in daily orgies with many of the creatures. The number of them that had the pleasure of enjoying her had to number in the hundreds...if not even more. It was hard to recall, due to the sheer number that had fucked her while she was the lustful succubus.
Sneering, she spat on the corpses, even kicking one of them before stepping away and crossing her arms. She was no longer a succubus that was rather obvious as her physical form seemed to have shed the horns, wings and tail. Of course, she knew why this was so.
As her memories returned, she recalled soldiers interrupting an orgy of demonic lust. While the creatures were rather mighty, the sheer number of soldiers, accompanied by priestesses, were able to overcome the creatures. She even recalled taking a killing blow as one of the men stabbed a sword into her chest. Peering down it seemed her body had healed quite nicely, her flesh still smooth and pristine. For the god of death, dying is easily overcome. She had submitted to the magic required to restore he to life decades ago. No doubt, this shed the demonic taint within her, restoring her.
And if priestesses were present to rescue Shereena and Vira, then that mean she must be within the dungeon of The Great Sanctuary! Vivian smiled at this possibility.
Centuries ago The Great Sanctuary was built by the followers of the life goddess. If any were subject to the horrors of their enemies, they were brought to the sanctuary to heal and enjoy the rest of their life in leisurely bliss; the horrors they endured wiped from their memories. The magic that protected the place was potent enough that it was never penetrated by any with ill intent. But, if the bodies of the demons were brought here for disposal, magic would have been used to protect against demonic influence. But Vivian was tainted with death as well. This oversight had landed her within the confines of this place. This could be quite the boon!
Of course, this left Vivian with another predicament. She could already feel it. The infestation of the demons had left its mark upon her, her priestly powers were gone. She could no longer channel the powers of the death god. The sensation inside her was quite obvious. This concerned her greatly. She had served the death god for decades and was over 80 years of age. Despite retaining her youthful appearances, her lifespan was still limited to its normal allotment. If she were to die now, her soul would be lost to the ether, never to find its way to the death god's realm. Though, if she were able to contact the creatures she served, her life spent in their service would no doubt find them taking pity on her and binding her soul to the death god, even if as a slave for the creatures there.
She pursed her lips, if she were able to summon something undead here, this sanctuary could finally be taken, and perhaps she ensure her soul could find a more pleasing destination. Looking at the pile of demonic corpses she found a horrid creature with particularly long and sharp teeth. Vivian recalled with distaste that this thing fucked her at least a dozen times or so, pleasuring itself with her. Sneering, she grabbed a tooth and began pushing it back and forth. She felt it began to loosen, then finally rip free with a sickening ripping sound. Kneeling on the floor, she brought the tooth up to her forearm. She glanced outside, taking solace in the fact that she had not heard a sound from anyone the entire time. Feeling secure she was alone; she took a moment to summon up the courage...then began to slice a large cut down the length of her arm, crying out in the process. She panted deeply, tossing the tooth aside and allowing her blood to pooling on the floor. Using her other hand, she began to trace her finger through the warm blood, forming the rough shape of a skull. Crawling back a few feet, the woman remained in a kneeling position and began to chant, performing a crude summoning ritual; one that could call an unbound creature free to do its own will. Of course, being who she was, Vivian felt rather safe doing this.
Soon the blood on the floor began to boil, dark smoke rising up from it. With a sickening *splorch* dead flesh reached up from beneath and landed on the floor. Vivian grinned, it worked, she had managed to bring one of the death god's minions into the sanctuary!
Vivian had expected one of the greater servants to appear, something undead that was once human. However, this was not the case. Instead it was one of the lesser creatures. An elongated slug like body nearly three feet in length seemingly crawled out of the floor through Vivian's pooled puddle of blood. It appeared to be made of blackened and rotting flesh, squirming as the creature moved, maggots slithering their way out from open, oozing wounds. It supported itself with four long appendages, meant to be arms and legs they appeared more like tentacles than anything. Its face was a long proboscis that sat below a pair of bulbous glossy black eyes.
"Oh, you." Vivian said with a smirk. "I should have guessed you would be eager to answer the summons."
Vivian knew of this creature well, after all it had sought to enjoy her for decades now, but as a priestess she was above it in station. With that honor taken from her by the demons, she had no titles to put her above this creature; it was going to finally have the pleasure of taking her. She never found these things repulsive, but Vivian did take solace in her rank and never did anything that was beneath her. Of course now she was going to be beneath it. These things were breeders, used to spawn things that were pure undead, vessels of the death god created from its essence. This vile creature in particular was rather virile, and she had no doubts it would ensure she birthed its offspring.
"Oh, is that so?" She replied with an amused look on her elegant face and a chuckle, seemingly able to understand it despite no words coming from the creature.
The thing reached out to her with two of its tentacles, Vivian allowing them to slither around her forearms. She hissed as the thing oozed over the thick gash in her forearm, feeling its rancid ooze seep into the wound. After a moment the pain seemed to subside, and the thing withdrew the appendage, allowing her to see that there was no trace of the wound upon her anymore.
