Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2021 10:40 am
Sitri, Demon Prince of Lust
A Congregation of Sins
In the moonlit, isolated glade, a figure appeared in the wake of the others. At first glance one might think they had been plucked from thin air, but the figure somehow seemed to have been there the entire time, giving a mortal watching the strange sense that their own mind was playing tricks on them, and that they should have somehow noticed earlier. The figure in question was a lithe, feminine-looking youth with golden hair and amethyst-hued eyes that resembled bottomless pools. Those eyes seemed strangely innocent, yet as if some mysterious force was compelling whoever gazed upon them to commit unspeakable crimes to their bearer. He was clad in what could be described as a frilled, sleeveless garment from which extended as a 'gown' what amounted only to a thin, transparent silky material, exposing their arms, midriff and thighs, with white shorts, thigh-high white stockings and black shoes reminiscent of those worn by a rural village girl. On their shorts was a lock that seemed to resemble a lock on a chastity belt. Alas, the figure in question was anything but a mortal girl. One hint was the that upon their navel was a golden-hued tattoo known as a symbol representing the male gender. That hinted at the figure's true sex. The other misapprehension was concerned what manner of being he was. This became most apparent when from the scandalously-dressed figure's back, four purple-blue feathered wings emerged.
Two of the other Archbishops were dressed like priests, two looked like noblewoman, and the most recent arrival in the form of Auryon resembled a cannibalistic witch. Sitri, meanwhile, seemed more like he belonged in one of the Duivene houses of ill-repute, albeit one of the higher-class ones frequented by aristocrats. Unlike the other Archbishop of Lust, he had foregone a mask.
A knowing smile upon his angelic face, his gaze moved briefly from the Archbishop of Pride to the figure of his fellow demon prince, Az'goxaak, before flitting over the others who had appeared. He momentarily paused on Celio, before moving to Meta, then to Auryon. When Sitri saw that Meta had chosen the position closest to Pride, that knowing smile of his widened briefly. After that, his focus turned to the Lust Archbishop who had arrived before him. Stepping forward, he moved behind the position of the Archbishop currently calling herself Evangeline. He bowed gracefully as he introduced himself in a voice that could be described as simultaneously maidenly yet alluring. Much like his gaze, his voice awoke the urge of others to conquer and dominate the androgynous demon. A strange, formless aura of eroticism emanated from him. Combined with that innocence, it gave one such a sensation that even an old nun or a eunuch would gain the predatory urge to break and devour him.
"I am Sitri, the Archbishop of Lust who embodies the masochism of my sin." A hint of mischief in the fallen angel's tone, he added, "As one of the twin servants of Luxuria, the seventh Cardinal Sin, the purest and most honest of all the Sins, I have answered the call." As usual, the former angel had a habit of altering some of the words to add a little spice to the typical dry formalities. Even if it wasn't much, Sitri felt it would probably be too stuffy otherwise. He took another look at Auryon, who was currently munching on a corpse she'd brought with her.
"Auryon, If you ever want a bite, just remember, I'm always around". It seemed strange for someone to cheerfully offer his own flesh to another, but the purple-eyed boy seemed to treat it as if he was simply offering someone lunch. Well, in a way that wasn't entirely wrong. It just so happened that even weakened as he was in the body of a possessed mortal, he had remarkable regenerative abilities. There was also the fact that rather than eschewing what most considered grievous ill-treatment, he even sought out those who might inflict the most brutal of tortures in both mind and body. Of course, to add to the experience, he often rewrote his own memories to make his own responses more genuine. Naturally, when he rewrote his memories, the real ones were sealed and hidden away within a separate part of his psyche. He was skilled in acting, but it just wasn't the same. What good was fake fear and innocence?
Turning towards Az, he greeted the demon. "Oh my... What's this? A fearsome demon prince on the prowl, lurking in the shadows of Lonriel, praying upon innocent mortals? Where are the Scriptures when you need them, hmm?" Sitri paused, seemingly inspecting his fellow Prince of Hell before adding, "Looking quite good for a corpse. It's been so long I can barely remember when we last met. Of course, I'm always up for getting …reacquainted."
Licking his lips seductively, Sitri paused as if in thought. "From what I remember, you were quite strong, right?"
A Congregation of Sins
In the moonlit, isolated glade, a figure appeared in the wake of the others. At first glance one might think they had been plucked from thin air, but the figure somehow seemed to have been there the entire time, giving a mortal watching the strange sense that their own mind was playing tricks on them, and that they should have somehow noticed earlier. The figure in question was a lithe, feminine-looking youth with golden hair and amethyst-hued eyes that resembled bottomless pools. Those eyes seemed strangely innocent, yet as if some mysterious force was compelling whoever gazed upon them to commit unspeakable crimes to their bearer. He was clad in what could be described as a frilled, sleeveless garment from which extended as a 'gown' what amounted only to a thin, transparent silky material, exposing their arms, midriff and thighs, with white shorts, thigh-high white stockings and black shoes reminiscent of those worn by a rural village girl. On their shorts was a lock that seemed to resemble a lock on a chastity belt. Alas, the figure in question was anything but a mortal girl. One hint was the that upon their navel was a golden-hued tattoo known as a symbol representing the male gender. That hinted at the figure's true sex. The other misapprehension was concerned what manner of being he was. This became most apparent when from the scandalously-dressed figure's back, four purple-blue feathered wings emerged.
Two of the other Archbishops were dressed like priests, two looked like noblewoman, and the most recent arrival in the form of Auryon resembled a cannibalistic witch. Sitri, meanwhile, seemed more like he belonged in one of the Duivene houses of ill-repute, albeit one of the higher-class ones frequented by aristocrats. Unlike the other Archbishop of Lust, he had foregone a mask.
A knowing smile upon his angelic face, his gaze moved briefly from the Archbishop of Pride to the figure of his fellow demon prince, Az'goxaak, before flitting over the others who had appeared. He momentarily paused on Celio, before moving to Meta, then to Auryon. When Sitri saw that Meta had chosen the position closest to Pride, that knowing smile of his widened briefly. After that, his focus turned to the Lust Archbishop who had arrived before him. Stepping forward, he moved behind the position of the Archbishop currently calling herself Evangeline. He bowed gracefully as he introduced himself in a voice that could be described as simultaneously maidenly yet alluring. Much like his gaze, his voice awoke the urge of others to conquer and dominate the androgynous demon. A strange, formless aura of eroticism emanated from him. Combined with that innocence, it gave one such a sensation that even an old nun or a eunuch would gain the predatory urge to break and devour him.
"I am Sitri, the Archbishop of Lust who embodies the masochism of my sin." A hint of mischief in the fallen angel's tone, he added, "As one of the twin servants of Luxuria, the seventh Cardinal Sin, the purest and most honest of all the Sins, I have answered the call." As usual, the former angel had a habit of altering some of the words to add a little spice to the typical dry formalities. Even if it wasn't much, Sitri felt it would probably be too stuffy otherwise. He took another look at Auryon, who was currently munching on a corpse she'd brought with her.
"Auryon, If you ever want a bite, just remember, I'm always around". It seemed strange for someone to cheerfully offer his own flesh to another, but the purple-eyed boy seemed to treat it as if he was simply offering someone lunch. Well, in a way that wasn't entirely wrong. It just so happened that even weakened as he was in the body of a possessed mortal, he had remarkable regenerative abilities. There was also the fact that rather than eschewing what most considered grievous ill-treatment, he even sought out those who might inflict the most brutal of tortures in both mind and body. Of course, to add to the experience, he often rewrote his own memories to make his own responses more genuine. Naturally, when he rewrote his memories, the real ones were sealed and hidden away within a separate part of his psyche. He was skilled in acting, but it just wasn't the same. What good was fake fear and innocence?
Turning towards Az, he greeted the demon. "Oh my... What's this? A fearsome demon prince on the prowl, lurking in the shadows of Lonriel, praying upon innocent mortals? Where are the Scriptures when you need them, hmm?" Sitri paused, seemingly inspecting his fellow Prince of Hell before adding, "Looking quite good for a corpse. It's been so long I can barely remember when we last met. Of course, I'm always up for getting …reacquainted."
Licking his lips seductively, Sitri paused as if in thought. "From what I remember, you were quite strong, right?"