She was a dark and terrible being of fury and flame, the embodiment passion, desire, lust and temptation. Incredible war, inconceivable to the mortal mind was fought against her. They had defeated her but they could not kill her. Sealed away for aeons, slowly her strength returned and her influence crept back into the world. Now, in our time, the Old Gods who betrayed her were dead and freedom was soon at hand.
She selected the perfect mortal to be her vessel. A simple and unassuming mortal, of no great destiny until the Divine eye fell upon her. She came to the girl as a child, answered her prayers. She came again when the human reached maturity, took her into her realm, revealed herself in her full glory, and impregnated her. For eighteen years the mortal carried the growing spawn in her womb while a cult arose around her to tend to the God-bearer's whim and pave the way for their Goddess. The stars aligned, the fated day came and she climbed out onto the mortal plane, the soul of the Mother of All Demons.
With pale skin covered in purple runes (that were a part of her flesh, not mere tattoos,) talons at her fingers and toes, fangs, a swirling spaded tail and a three foot wingspan accenting a bountiful body with a slavering groin and leaking breasts, achingly full of demon-milk, she was not much more than an insignificant Lust Spawn, a succubus, but that would change. She would feed and fulfill her destiny, make this shell more perfect until it could encapsulate her full Grandness on Earth and drown it forever in an endless night of fire and sex.
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