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Isarria was born in a realm not distant from that of man. This was the realm of Atrocity, a land born from the sins and darkest emotions of the humans given life, and so it was that the people of earth had forged a prison for themselves, and the sentient and powerful beings created within were their caretakers.
Isarria was born, not unlike human children, to a mother and a father. However, to say that she was like the humans would be a grave deception. While she was concieved in a usual fashion, her soul, her essence was the stuff of sin: Wrath, Envy, Greed, Gluttony, Lust, Pride and Sloth. It was, after all her duty to punish and torment those whose sins had birthed her and her kind. Before long, her childhood had become a blur of torture and pain, both for herself and those unfortunates she had set herself upon.
Devils, however, are a self-loathing kind. In every devil, a reflection of their own black hearts and broken souls. War is constant, there is no peace for the ranks of the damned, filled with conscripted human fodder and harsh demonic taskmasters, sides ebb and change, deceptions abound and nothing is what it seems. It was in this environment that Isarria prospered. No, she wasn't a whore for the humans like the Succubi and Incubi that she reviled. She was born to a warrior caste, and that is where she found what little peace she could have.
The centuries wore on, and Isarria, as all devils do, gained power and experience with age, her ephemeral body aging only slightly with each passing decade she quickly rose to the ranks of Captain among the damned legion. She would soar into battle, born aloft by ebon wings stretching from her shoulder blades. The very anger in her eyes turned aside blows against her, and she wielded the infernal elements as both sword and shield.
Countless fell before Isarria's rage, and even devils allied with Isarria had come to fear and envy her terrible power. Alliances against her formed with whispers and insinuation. Whispers became louder, and before long Isarria found herself alone on the battlefields, and still she fought on. She battled bravely until the very moments when her usurper's plans came to fruition. The mortal worshippers that lent all demons power, the very same that Isarria had shunned in her quest for domination, summoned Isarria from her war on her own kind and bound her in a circle against her will. Isarria remained in that prison writ in salt, listening to the worshippers pray and blaspheme against her. They struck at her, using her weakest sins as an anchor, Gluttony, Sloth and Lust. Using their dark magics they forged spiritual chains binding her to the realm of men and beast. But all such spells lose their potency unless a condition is set.. a way to break the enchantment. Until she paved for herself a path back to Atrocity with these sins, she would forever remain in the service of the men who bound her.
Now Isarria carries out tasks for the cabal that calls themselves her master and bides her time patiently until the condition is met. When she has performed six hundred and sixty six acts of Gluttony, Sloth and Lust... she will be unbound and she will enact her vengeance.
Description:
The soft purple-grey skinned beauty could be mistaken for a Succubus, the sheer grace and allure that seems to radiate from her can entrance those unused to her presence. Her blood red eyes seem soft, but sad, a look that she carries upon her face even as she carries out the most heinous of acts in the name of her "masters." A pair of fully functional wings hang from her back, and her silken tresses hide the origins of two sharp, wicked looking horns. She dresses without regard to modesty, her vivacious curves filling a skimpy ebony leather outfit (a halter top/half-pants combination, see pic above) to the limit of spilling out of it. Along with dark black silk gloves comes two small leather buckles and belts around her wrists, she cannot willingly remove them, and they are a symbol of her servitude to the mortal realm.
She wields an array of hell-spawned powers though she's a shadow of her former self so far removed from her home.
Prefs:
Isarria, forced to walk the path of the glutton, is taking this to heart. Her form is extremely self-malleable allowing her to stretch and contort herself into all manners of strange positions. This also makes swallowing struggling victims easier. She's both predator and prey, with no preferences as to the species or sex she preds on or say in what decides to make her a snack.
Both soft and hard vore are fine in her pursuit to return to her damnation.
Isarria also walks the path of lust, and though she'd never been one to engage in congress in the past, she understands that this is one of the strictures of her stay and takes to the task wonderfully. She'll pretty much sleep with anything that has a basic sentience. No preference on age, sex or race.
Send me a whisper if you want to set up a scene with Isarria.
Hellcount: 000/666
