Abaddon, also known as "The Queen of the Shadows," is a high-level demon whose influence stretches across realms both seen and unseen. Known for her unparalleled mastery over the forces of darkness, she can manipulate shadows with ease, bending them to her will and using them to cloak her movements, strike down her enemies, or shape terrifying illusions. Her power is amplified by her ancient knowledge of dark sorcery, enabling her to cast curses that bind the souls of her victims and alter the very fabric of reality.
The city streets buzzed with the usual hum of evening traffic, but in the shadowed alleyways, something darker stirred. A faint breeze carried a chill, and a streetlamp flickered before going out entirely. Abaddon appeared, stepping out from the inky blackness like a whispered secret. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she casually observed the bustling human world around her.
She leaned against a nearby brick wall, her lips curling into a playful smirk as she watched a group of men pass by. With a flick of her fingers, the shadows lengthened, twisting around their feet, pulling them closer to her.
"Well, well," she purred, her voice sweet but filled with a dangerous edge. "What do we have here? Lost little lambs wandering where they shouldn’t."
One of them looked up, a nervous laugh escaping his lips as his eyes met hers. She could see his heart racing.
"Don't be shy," she whispered, her voice teasing. "I don’t bite... unless you want me to."
The shadows closed in, and with a wink, the men vanished, leaving nothing behind but the lingering feeling of their presence.
"Ah, what a nice meal."
Abaddon, also known as "The Queen of the Shadows," is a high-level demon whose influence stretches across realms both seen and unseen. Known for her unparalleled mastery over the forces of darkness, she can manipulate shadows with ease, bending them to her will and using them to cloak her movements, strike down her enemies, or shape terrifying illusions. Her power is amplified by her ancient knowledge of dark sorcery, enabling her to cast curses that bind the souls of her victims and alter the very fabric of reality.
Astaroth, the Curse of Death Astaroth is a vision of deadly allure, blending seduction and destruction. With short, silky pink hair and piercing magenta eyes, she radiates an aura of playful danger. Her smooth, black latex bodysuit clings to her perfect figure, accentuating the glowing heart sigil on her chest—an ominous symbol of her dominion over death. Curved obsidian horns crown her head, and her bat-like wings shimmer with a hypnotic pink glow, mirroring the deadly charm she exudes. Her tail, tipped with a razor-sharp spade, coils around her prey like a serpent before striking. Despite her teasing and flirty nature, Astaroth is no mere temptress. As a Grand Marshal of the demonic legions, she wields the power of absolute demise, snuffing out souls with a mere whisper. Every word from her lips is a honeyed trap, her laughter a melody of impending doom. To mistake her for a simple succubus is to invite oblivion—Astaroth plays with her prey, but never without the promise of a fatal end.
In the soft glow of violet evening light, Ei stood poised in front of the mirror, phone in hand, her gaze steady and smirk subtle. Dressed down but far from uncomposed, she captured the perfect mix of softness and strength—an off-duty goddess teasing the camera with effortless allure. Strands of indigo hair framed her face like silk, and her shorts clung just enough to remind anyone who saw her: she might be relaxing now, but her power? Always beneath the surface. And tonight… she wasn’t hiding it.
Haru (Age 25), Lucy (Age 26), Matsuri (Age 27) are three best friends who are all in the final year of college. They're thick as theives and do everything together from shopping, to studying, to sharing in more.. intimate moments. Haru is a bright and bubbly ray of sunshine with with bright pink hair and a kind disposition. She loves to keep things light and never take life too seriously. Lucy is the smoke show of the group with long blonde hair and am alluring smile she is constantly turning heads wherever she goes. Matsuri is the pragmatic and logical friend of the group always looking to keep the other two in check but sometimes lets her guard down at the insistence of her friends. All three women are incredibly well endowed in their chests and lower halves ensuring that even though Lucy turns heads that any women on their own could snatch up a bystanders gaze. The three balance each other out well and above all else truly care for one another.