Some ambience if you dare
I was born of a thousand screams...
Once I was overwhelmed by the agony. Now I can't get enough....
I remember when just a little pain did the trick.... Now, I can't feel anything... until they do.
But good times are quick to end when you have so much more fun to go.
No place can keep a girl like me around! I live everywhere and anywhere, as long as there is pain to be had. Need to find me? Just follow the trail of widows.
Ah, how their screams make me tingle. I love it when they talk dirty. 'No! Please! Stop torturing me!' laughs
This place is so bland. It needs a splash of red.... This land will become a sea of torment.
Everyone's pain tastes different. What flavor is yours?
You know you want it, so let's find out.
Well, hello there, love.
I'm one for the ladies, so I would appreciate my PMs free of blue names asking for games.
Big into sadism, roleplay and any combination of the two (as you might have figured out by now). Also enjoy most things BDSM from bondage, to edging, to humiliation.
I like some resistance, but overly competitive people are a bit of a turn off at times when I'm just trying to chill and take part in some fun roleplay.
Any implications of more spicy pain/vampire-ish stuff will be that and nothing else, as I refuse to take part in any vore/tastelessly violent roleplay.
There once was a primordial, shapeless, and barely sentient entity, barely a shadow. This entity was left this way for a long time, numb to everything and barely existing for centuries.
When a war struck the lands, thousands of people suffered and died. This stimulated the entity, a new concept was shown to it by the manic vibrations of all that suffering.
As the war escalated, the world's torment grew so intense that the shadow felt as if it might burst. It fed off the world's pain, which it experienced as boundless pleasure. The sensation nourished the creature, and over time, it transformed into something more. It became a demon, a ravenous spiritual parasite that fed on the basest of human emotions.
When the war ended, the world's suffering waned, the creature was left hungry and desperate for the pleasure that only others' suffering could provide. The only pleasure it had ever known was born of other creatures' misery. Without their pain, it felt nothing, just as it had in its earliest days. It subsequently decided that it would have to cause the pain that it needed itself.
To catch its prey, it would have to form itself into something tangible, but it could never make a form that didn't scare its prey away, multiple flesh and shadow hybrids, each one more horrifying than the last.
It decided to study humans and see what they liked. By watching from the shadows, the demon was able to craft itself a form that attracted prey and learned to talk in a way that was alluring to them. As it amassed victims, it got better and better at attracting prey, until a point where it could lure prey in with ease.
Despite killing dozens, the demon isn't able to completely satiate its hunger and can only hold itself over until its next meal. Because she has never felt a pleasure so great since the war, Carmilla dreams of a day when she can plunge the world into anarchy and feel that ecstasy again.
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