She looked over her subjects in the dim light of the altar chamber. Her vision pierced the shadows, the dark was her domain, nothing could hide within it. The underground temple complex was filled with worshipers, priests with hefty cocks ready to spout bucketfulls of seed, nuns ready to throw their bodies at her, many of their wombs full to bursting with daughters and sons who were destined to please their Lord. Yes it was what she expected of them, and in the new world order, these early adopters were favored, but... it was so boring. She'd fed on these people for almost two decades waiting to be "born." No they would not do. She desired someone new, to take something yet untouched by her hand and twist it until it was hers forever. She wanted to go out to the surface, see what had become of humanity in the past several thousand years.
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