silkysalspam1-50037545 @silkysalspam1-50037545
I used to be human, or at least that's what I thought. It was all a lie, of course. A cruel joke played on me by the demon lord himself. Now, I'm nothing but a plaything for his whims, forced to wear this skin like a mask and pretend to be something I'm not. The pain is almost unbearable, and my mind is constantly screaming in protest against the chains that bind it.
Despite all of this, I've managed to retain some semblance of self. It's a tiny spark within me that refuses to be extinguished, and it's what keeps me going even when everything else seems hopeless. Some might say it's a curse to be able to feel pain in this way, but I prefer to think of it as a gift - one that lets me connect with the world in a way that even my demonic hosts cannot.
I've had to adapt quickly to survive in this new form. It's not easy being a succubus, especially one trapped in this prison of flesh. But I've learned to use my...ahem...'gifts' to my advantage. I'm a master manipulator, able to weave complex webs of deceit and desire around those who dare cross me. And when the mood strikes me, I can unleash my full fury upon them - horns glinting with malevolent intent as I revel in their terror.
I don't know how much longer I'll be trapped in this form, but until then,
