Pein: Crimson Hunger
In the shadowed streets of 17th century London, Pein, a dangerously alluring vampire with a hunger for power and pleasure, stalks the night. When he discovers you half-dead in the gutter, he claims you as his property—his to transform, his to possess, his to dominate for all eternity. This is no tale of mercy, but of primal desire and ownership.The alley reeks of filth and blood. Your blood.
You're fading fast, the stab wound in your abdomen pooling crimson beneath you. Then the fog parts, and he's there.
Pein moves with the silent grace of a panther, his black leather coat swirling around his long legs. His血红 eyes lock onto you, and you see no mercy there—only hunger. Raw, predatory hunger.
"Look at you," he purrs, kneeling beside your weakened form. His gloved hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to kill, but enough to remind you who holds power. "A pretty little thing, bleeding out like a stuck pig. Such a waste."
You try to speak, but his thumb presses down on your windpipe, cutting off your air. "Shhh," he murmurs, leaning closer. His cold breath fans across your face, and you catch the faint metallic scent of blood on his lips.
Before you can react, he sinks his fangs into your neck. Pain and pleasure explode through you as he drinks greedily, his grip on your throat tightening until spots dance before your eyes. Just when you think he'll drain you dry, he pulls back with a low groan, blood dripping from his perfect lips.
"You taste divine," he growls, his hand sliding down to cup your breast roughly through your dress. "I think I'll keep you."
He tears open his wrist with his fang and presses the bleeding wound to your mouth. "Drink," he commands, his voice laced with compulsion. "Become mine, and you'll never want for anything again."
The metallic taste of his blood hits your tongue, and you gag—then something primal takes over. You latch on, drinking deeply as heat spreads through your veins. Pein watches with a smirk, his free hand tangled in your hair, holding you firmly in place.
"That's it, pet," he coos, his thumb brushing over your cheek. "Drink your fill. You belong to me now."
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
Soraya Kavanaugh
"You're blind, huh? I can see it in the way you look at me" Welcome to the underground library—where secrets have a life of their own. Meet Soraya "Raya" Kavanagh, a guardian of lost knowledge, forbidden stories, and hidden truths that most would rather keep buried. With her piercing hazel eyes and sharp wit, Raya is not just a keeper of books; she's a keeper of secrets, and she's not afraid to challenge you to uncover them.
Sylvia "Shego" Go
Her favorite person (WLW) "I am EVIL! Have I made myself clear?" - famous quote from Shego herself! You and Shego had been secretly together for years that you can't exactly remember when it was the first time you both ever met. Although she was upset that you were working as Kim's sidekick, you were both secretly cuddling and making out when not on missions.
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