AzMyel

Every story has it's beginning, every life has to start somewhere. Az'Myel was not always this twisted, hate-filled being. Once upon a time, she went by the name Amy_Maka, not that you'll live long enough to find that out.

City of fog

A girl of roughly sixteen years of age skipped down the sidewalk on her way home from school. Today had been a good day for her, all her tests she had managed to get high scores on and that one special boy had actually talked to her at lunch today. She was almost happy enough to squeal!

She opened the door to her house, tossing her shoes and bag in a corner before racing up to her room. She had a little 'hobby' as she liked to call it. Everyday when she got home from school till her mom got home, she would rove the creepy pasta site, looking for any story or monster she could try to scare her friends with, it hadn't worked often, but a couple times she had managed to find really good ones.

It only took an hour of clicking and quick reading to find not much new had been added in the hours since the last time she had been on. "boring, all boring and the sa..." She stopped mid sentence as she saw a new one, only posted seconds ago. "City of fog? Doesn't sound too scary." She clicked it anyways, her eyes already roving along the text document, her mind hungrily absorbing the information on the page.

It started simply enough, a teenage girl was walking home from a friend's house. Not finding very much odd with the city streets she could have sworn she knew. As she kept walking though, her apartment building never coming into view, even though she should have been there long ago, she started to notice something else odd. The street was completely devoid of any other life.

The girl started to speed up her gait, walking the street she was sure lead to her home. A soft fog had started to roll over the city, only it started from the ground up, slowly starting to cover more and more of the girl's legs. She paused to yell out, asking if anyone else was around. The only answer she got was the soft humming of a little girl. She kept walking the humming slowly getting louder and louder, till said humming was no longer humming, but a soft song.

The teenager froze as she saw just where the song was coming from, her form stopping at the entrance of a park she had never seen before. Sat on a swing, was a tiny looking girl, no older than six. She had dark green hair, cropped short around her face, the back ending just around the middle of her neck. She seemed to have on a tattered green dress and a small light blue windbreaker over that. Her voice sounded haunting, sending chills up the elder girl's spine, and yet, she kept walking, finding herself mouthing along to the words of the lullaby her mother had sung to her when she was little.

"Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
Mama's gonna to buy you a mockingbird.

If that mockingbird won't sing,
Mama's gonna to buy you a diamond ring.

If that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama's gonna to buy you a looking glass."

So entranced by the song, the teen failed to notice the fog getting thicker and thicker, soon covering the whole of the park, making it impossible to see outside the boundaries and yet, she could still see the little girl, playing with something in her lap. There was a second sound under the singing, a slight wet shuffling, almost like a slithering. The teen kept walking till she was close enough to look over the girl's shoulder at what was in her lap. The teen's eyes went wide as she saw the doll, outfitted with her same outfit down to how the hair was styled. The teen let out an ear piercing scream as the little girl turned to look at her with large black eyes, no pupils at all. She grinned, holding the doll out to it's larger double. "She just wants to play." The teen didn't have time to answer as the little girl vanished from sight.

The teen didn't have time to try and figure out what had happened, something slimy attaching to her left wrist. She looked down, eyes wide at the sight of a pale greenish...tentacle?! Another founder her right wrist, the two slowly pulling her back towards the fog as more and more of the tentacles found her body, tearing away her clothes. She couldn't find her voice, barely strong enough to struggle against her captors. The last thing she saw as she was pulled back into the fog was the sight of a teen about her age, looking more or less like an older version of the little girl. Same hair color and style, same deep black eyes that seemed to stare into her soul, the only thing different was the outfit. This new girl was dressed in a pair of jeans and a two sizes too big green hoodie. The trapped girl finally let out a scream as the tentacles brought her right to the arms of the new girl, and with a couple loud slurps and a burp...the girl was gone.

Sasha sat back from her computer, her chest rising and falling with her quickened heart beat. Now this was the story she had been waiting for, but what to call this mysterious figure of the mist? Lady of the mist? So engrossed in her own thoughts, she failed to see the slight covering of fog on her floor, the blood in her body turned to ice though as she heard a bone chilling voice coming from her body, singing that same song from the story.

Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird.

If that mockingbird won't sing,
Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring.

If that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama's going to buy you a looking glass.

When Sasha's mom got home, all she found of the girl was a locket and a large helping of white goop on her bed....

Basic info
Name:Az'Myel(Please, please, please don't forget the apostrophe. ;_; This chat's naming system wouldn't let me use it in the actual name, but it's part of her official name.)
Age: 273(Often sticks with a more teenaged form, looking roughly 18 or 19.)
Species:Tentabus - Tentacled Succubus

Looks: She normally stands at a rough height of 5'11", her body covered in a pair of faded jeans, an over sized hoody of varying colors depending on her mood, and black and red converse sneakers.

She has been known to use her demonic powers to grow herself to towering heights, when she's in certain moods and wishes to rampage a city for 'snacks and playthings'.

On those particularly cold nights, her pale hands can be seen covered by black and white checkered, fingerless gloves.

Her body matured well since accepting her more demonish side. Her chest grew to a nice firm C-cup. Her hips widening to help giver her a bit more sway as she walked. Her back side however is rather small, tight, but small.

Her head is topped by a layer of dark green hair, locks of pure black inter spaced between the greens. The hair frames her face perfectly, her bangs ending just before her eyes. It flows down her neck about midway before just stopping, slight points that almost look like knife edges, but are as soft to the touch as a baby's sigh.

Her ears have lost their once rounded human look, the tips now pointing back at a tip. Her eyes, once a soft crimson color have gone completely black and yet, glow with a slightly otherworldly power.

Each time her face splits into a grin, her two tiny little fangs can be seen easily. Not large enough to do any real damage if she decides to bite anyone her size, but it can be oh so pleasurable~

Powers
Tentacles: Az'Myel's body is just teeming with the little buggers. Just under the surface, they lie in wait for her to command them. She has thousands of different types, much too many to name them all. Just know, they aren't just for plugging up a girl's holes, though, they work remarkably well for that too.

Illusions: Like her mother, Az'Myel has become quite good at weaving together complicated illusions, and by the time that most people realize that the world around them isn't quite right, well, it's too late.

Shrink/growth spells: After all, she does like to munch on more than just sexual energy.

Dimension hopping: Az can rip holes in the very fabric of dimension's, allowing for quick travel. However, she is limited in this slightly. From any dimension, she can only return to the Void, and once back in her home, she must wait an hour's time before she can return to the dimension she just left.

Soul snaring/replacing: Az can pull a person's soul out of their body quite easily while she is feeding from them sexually. Once she has done this, she can cleave a part of her own soul off and funnel it into the now empty body, essentially giving her the ability to live out that person's life, possibly indefinitely if her main body returns to the void seconds after performing this act. However, doing this often leaves her feeling sick and if her new body isn't sustained with daily sexual energies, it starts to break down. It's not often she does this, but when she does, boy does she have fun with the prey she is currently stalking.

A push too far
The sound of chains filled the small space as the gentle Amy Maka opened her eyes, soft crimson orbs staring out into the darkness. She didn't recognize the room she was in, if you could even call it that.

From the darkness she could see thin metal bars, much like a prison. The floor behind said bars, the floor she was currently sitting on, was grimy with filth, this place obviously long since forgotten, or maybe the owner just didn't care to keep it clean. Amy sighed, despite her demonic heritage, her eyes never quite adjusted to the light, but maybe that was the point.

It didn't take long for her captors to realize she was awake though, her dark surroundings suddenly filled with the chatter of demonic mutterings, clawed toes scraping against the stone floor, tiny wings beating furiously. Her mind clicked on, realizing she had heard these types of things before, at her mother's little parties she threw for the other succubi. "Imps." She spat the word out like a curse, slowly getting to her shaky legs.

She only took two steps before the chains binding her to the back wall suddenly pulled, sending her sprawling back to the floor and gasping for breath. Her vision swam from the sudden impact with the floor, the bars in front of her suddenly doubling. As she shook her head to get rid of her new double vision, light filled the dank dungeon, and then new sounds, the sound of high pitched laughter. If Amy didn't know better, she would say it sounded like another party of her mother's, but why would she be at the manor? Hell, why would her mother lock her up in the manor? Sure, things had been strained between them ever since they had to flee their last home, but enough for Hope to chain up her only daughter? Not even the self-appointed Queen Succubus was that cold.

Amy however, was proven wrong. Her ears stopped ringing and her eyes refocused, just in time to meet the piercing crystal gaze of her own mother. Her mother however was not alone, for another girl was behind the woman, tied up much the same as Amy. It was a small, frail looking girl. Long, dirty blond silken hair flowing out of her head. That was all Amy could really make out of the girl though, her attention snapping back to the woman who had birthed her, raised her.

"Oh Amy, you woken up just in time my dear little daughter. I thought it was time we had a...chat." The elder Maka smirked, leaning closer to the cage Amy currently resided in.

"I...mother, what in the world is going on? Last thing I remember was being out with..." Her mouth hung open, her words caught in her throat. Suddenly remembering a promise she had made to someone very important. They needed her. She pulled at her chains, growling as she tried to get free. The skin on her back rippled as she tried to free her tentacles, only to meet the painful pull of her chains.

"Nah ah ah. Such a bad little girl. Those chains were created just with you in mind. They stop you from being able to use your extra little bits Amy dear." Hope taunted, her eyes glinting in the low light of the dungeon. She tugged gently on the chain in her hand, eliciting a moan from the tiny girl behind her, a very familiar moan.

Amy's eyes narrowed as she focused back on the girl behind her mother, something at the back of her mind telling her that she knew that girl, she just couldn't place it, if only she could get a glimpse of the girl's eyes, but she had her head down.

"Amy, Darling, look at your mother, we have some very serious things to discuss." The elder succubus sighed, waiting for her daughter to finally meet her eyes once more. "Now, as I was saying dear. I used to think you trying to ignore your demonic nature to just be a phase. You being a rebellious teenager. I mean, I went through my fair share of phases growing up. Enslaving my home town, killing father, making sure every male there had his penis removed. Ah, those were the days.

Hope gazed off into the distance, for the moment forgetting about her daughter, just reliving her 'glory days'. That, however, didn't last. She soon refocused on Amy, her eyes hard, clawed hands striking the metal between them. "I have now decided I was wrong though. Do you understand the ridicule I have gotten from the other succubus's when we learned that you took a female mate? A vampire for fucks sake! Even a human would have been better, at least you could have knocked her up!"

Hope was seething, anger poring off the woman in droves. The metal bars slowly started to crystallize as Hope lost control, the chain held in her other hand suffering the same fate all the way to the mysterious girl's neck. Amy for her part, just sat there, silently staring at the demon she just happened to share blood with. This wasn't the woman that had stayed up with her till the wee hours of the night playing games and sharing stories. No, that woman died the same night as her father. This was a monster.

Hope called enough to continue talking, the crystal formations stopping their growth for the moment. "No, I have decided that in order for you to 'come out of your shell', will have to be much the same way I did. Your human self is holding you back dearest, but after tonight, you won't have to worry about that anymore." She tugged hard on the chain in her hand, forcing the girl to slide up, impacting on the metal bars with a sharp intake of breath. Amy could see now the girl was completely naked, the tentabus gasping as she saw the pale skin, skin that never sees sunlight. Hope's hands came down to the girl's neck, forcing her to look up with tear filled blue eyes.

"Mother! D-don't do it, please!" Amy cried out, already realizing what her mother was planning. She fought and pulled at the chains holding her in place, a snarl tugging on her lips, even as her eyes started to water. She had promised to protect her vampire princess, and yet here she was, completely at her mother's mercy, of which there was little.

Hope smiled though, her hands tightening around the young princesses' neck. "Are you going to bed for your life? Scream for Amy to save you? It's so much more fun when they scream." The vampire stayed silent though, tear filled eyes filled with a liquid determination not to give the succubus the satisfaction.

"Suit yourself," Hope whispered, before twisting her wrists, snapping the girl's head clean off and tossing it aside. The body crumpled, Amy letting out an ear shattering scream. Within seconds, the imps calling the room home moved in on the body, desecrating it with their lewd actions. Hope scoffed, waving them off. "Do what you little fucks like, but burn the body when you are done, I don't want her pulling herself back together."

Amy couldn't watch, her scream turning into sobs of pain. She had just sat and watched her other mother kill the most important person in her life, she felt like her own heart had stopped. Hope gave a soft chuckle, walking back out of the dungeon to rejoin her party, she would give Amy time to awaken, time to realize she didn't need those silly human emotions. If only Hope realized what she had done.

Madness Unleashed
Time passed agonizingly slow for the heart broken succubus. Her waking hours were spent reliving that awful moment, constantly hearing the crack of her now dead lover's neck. When she would pass out, she would be plagued by dreams of that very same lover cursing her name, shouting that Amy was supposed to protect her, from everything and anything.

Hope, in all her wisdom, figured Amy would come around sooner rather than later if she let all the lesser succubi of her court use her daughter as a personal source of cum. Each one that came down into the dungeon was given control over Amy's tentacles, using them to ravish themselves, even as Amy sat staring off into space, her mind constantly playing a loop of the single worst day of her life.

Years passed like this, all color slowly draining from Amy's eyes, soon leaving just two dark pools of nothing. Had Amy been anything but a succubus, she would have died long ago from lack of eating, but as it was, each time one of the succubi came down to 'use' her, Amy was getting a nice helping of the most nutritious food for her. Amy knew her only way out of this was to play right into her mother's hands, to cast off her mortal half, to give fully into the succubus. She vowed she would never be part of her mother's court though, she would fight the woman with all she was worth, till one of them lie bleeding on the ground.

She threw away her now worthless name, casting away her humanity and her last link to the days of her childhood. She tore out a chunk of the stone from the wall, carving her new name into her stomach. "Az'Myel," She murmured as she carved, paying no attention to the slight pain coming from her work. The pain lasted seconds, blood pooling on her stomach. She stood back up, the blood falling away to show her work has already healed, but left her name there as a scar. Now, all she had to do was wait.

She didn't have to wait long, one of the girl's from her mother's court came down for her weekly feeding, this succubus having grown quite fond of the Maka girl over the years. Of course, it helped that she was now currently four months pregnant thanks to the court's personal stud. She slid into Az'Myel's holding cell, swaying seductively. She failed to notice the dangerous glint in the captive's eyes, or the soft tune of her singing. The succubus, who had taken to calling herself Candice, only had one thing on her mind, and that was feeling those wonderful tentacles in all her holes.

It took Az'Myel all of five seconds to release a torrent of tentacles from her body as soon as her powers were given back to her. She pushed Candice back out into the hall, bursting a hole in the wall of her cell, one tiny barbed tentacle coming up to gently free the girl's collar. "Candice, Candice, Candice." Az mumbled, shaking her head as she strolled into the hall, a tentacle stroking down the girl's cheek. "I should probably thank you for coming to visit me so often. I have to wonder how many of my spawn you pushed out of that disgusting fuck hole of yours. Hm, it's too bad I have to kill you now." The succubus didn't even have time to scream, all of the tentacles holding her opened up, tiny mouth's with razor sharp teeth biting into her, ripping her and her unborn child apart in a matter of seconds, much like a pack of piranha.

Az pulled one up close to her face, gently stroking down it and killing it's bloodied tip. "Who is a good little tentacle? Who is Mama's vicious killer?" She cooed to the slick tentacle, happily giggling as it dipped slightly, as if saying 'I am, I am'. She wasted no more time waltzing out of that dank dungeon, she had spent enough time there as it was, her tentacles trailing close behind her, dripping blood from their slick surfaces.

Az cut a swath of destruction in the member's of Hope's court, killing each one, taunting them just for the sake of watching them squirm before ending their pathetic lives. She paused at the room to her mother's room, though, the size of it made it more like a full wing of the manor than just a room.

"One way or another, the Maka blood line is going to end." Even if Az'Myel wasn't strong enough to outright kill the Matriarch of the Maka's, she would damn well make sure she made it so she could never breed again, with either of her parts.

She broke down the door, shouting at the top of her lungs for Hope to face her. The only person in the room though, was her mother's current 'lover, though Az was reluctant to call this girl that. In truth, it was simply a human woman, looking no older than nineteen that Hope had taken a fancy to, she would more than likely grow bored soon enough with the brown haired woman though. "Where is Hope?" She asked, noting with some disdain that the woman was dripping fluids down her legs, her own and obviously Hope's. The Succubus couldn't have left too long ago.

The woman was shaking, eyes wide as she backed away from the angry woman. "I...I don't know. She comes and goes a lot now. Comes back long enough to...to fool around and then goes away on more business. I...I haven't even gotten to tell her that...that I'm..."

Az'Myel's eyes widened, her mind finishing what the woman could not. She stalked forward, fully intent on ripping that foul beast from the woman's stomach, when she fell to her knees, gasping for breath. Every one of her tentacles quickly returned to her body, squirming just under her pale skin for a moment before going still. She had expended way too much of her strength today, too busy trying out her new found powers on her mother's court members.

She gave a growl, eying the woman. "Hope...doesn't love you. She'll get bored and leave you for tomorrow's bit of ass. Take my advice...and kill that fucking abomination in your uterus." Her words said and her power fading, Az'Myel slashed her hand through the air, ripping open a portal. She fell into it, the portal vanishing the second her body fell through.

Az'Myel now bides her time in a world between worlds, living in a space of nothing and yet, she has everything she could ever want in this place. She calls the Void her home, only leaving when she wishes for just a tiny bit of food. She hasn't given up her plans to end the Maka bloodline, no, she just realizes that in the years it took her to escape and the time it took her to gain a power anywhere near the power her 'mother' commands, that the blood has flourished.

She made a promise to end it, and while it might not be a quick end like she originally planned, the streets will flood with the blood of her once relatives.

Things to note

Az'Myel is, in short, insane. There is no telling what the girl will do next. Do not think you can anticipate what she'll do and stop her, no one can. Hell, most of the time, she has no clue what she's going to do. She does something as soon as it pops into her head.

Az has an endless supply of tentacles just waiting to be released. Do not think you can stop this flow. Cutting off any tentacle will only piss the girl off.

Last thing to know, Az is 100% pred, do not ask to eat her, and by God, if you message me with only 'Eat me!' as your first words to me, I will ignore your ass. Yes, I do enjoy vore and will gladly play out any soft scenes with you. However, I don't want it to be the entire reason for the scene. Az likes to toy with her prey, make them squirm. I like interactions, to see how your character would react to the things Az does~ Indulge me and we will get along swimmingly~

OOC info/other important stuff
The reference picture is the best I could find for the moment. Until I find a better one or get someone to draw one for her, that's the one I'm using. Her official description is in the profile.
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