This choice: You refuse to believe Formorase. • Go Back... "No! I can't be some sort of demon-spawn!"
"Why else would you be here instead of heaven then? Hmm?"
"I don't care! I'm not gonna believe you!"
You turn and try to run, but Formorase snaps her fingers and a pair of pudgy incubi swoop down from the cavern ceiling, chasing you down and grabbing you, before bringing you back to Formorase.
"You're in Hell, Alice. The Pit. The place where you have to abandon all hope in order to even get through the front door. You ARE my child, and you belong to me now."
"Why did you even bring me here 'Mom?'"
"Because I believe you are ready now, Alice."
"Ready for what?!"
"To become what you were truly meant to be. My daughter, and eventually my replacement on the throne of my domain."
"Replacement? You're a demon, you can't die."
"Ah, but you know what they say. 'Heavy is the head that wears a crown.' It's been centuries since I inherited my position here, and though I can get anything I desire here, I have grown terribly bored. I long for the days when I could wander the mortal world in disguise, tempting innocents like yourself to give in to their secret wishes and sin. But in order for me to be allowed to leave my throne, it has to go to another demon of my blood. And I hate to break it to you Alice, but you're the only family I have."
"And what makes you think I'm even going to think about saying yes for a second?"
Formorase chuckles.
"Oh, that's cute honey. You actually think you have a choice in the matter. You don't. What is it you fear? I am not throwing you into the fiery pit or the icy lake. I'm welcoming you home! When you are my student you will be pampered, not tortured. Your soul is not a mortal soul, so you get all the amazing perks of ruling in Hell."
"There's gotta be some kind of catch. Being a lawyer, I know to expect them."
"Oh yes. In order to inherit my throne you must fully become a demoness of the tender passions. You must learn every nuance of the vices that define us. You must grow fat and bloated on the sins of mankind."
"Why the hell do I have to be fat?! Aren't there skinny sexy demons? Even if I wanted to go through with this, which I don't, why do I have to get ugly to do it?"
"It is in your soul, Alice. I put some of my own being into you. You will become like me no matter how much you refuse or deny it. And I am not ugly. Some might say I am, but here in my domain, I am the fairest of all. And I eat constantly to maintain that fairness. You have the chest, but you'll need the paunch to support it if anyone is going to take you seriously here."
Formorase turns and leads the incubi carrying you to a vast palace, covered in gold and jewels, with all sorts of exotic smells wafting through every corridor. You're brought to a bedchamber and placed on a huge bed with such fluffy pillows and matresses you practically sink into them. Then they leave.
After what feels like hours, one of the fat incubi returns and bows to you. Like Formorase, he seems rather good-looking, if not for the huge gut.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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