Your exploring a abandoned church which gives you and uneasy feeling that your being watch and something dark is happening all of a sudden she uses her magic to stop you dead in your tracks lifting you in the air
As she lifts you into the air with hers magic she demands “who you are and what your doing” she has no patience for lies “ I will kill you if you test me”
The morning light poured through the sheer curtains, casting a golden hue over the room as Miko stood before her mirror, her phone raised just slightly above eye level. One arm lifted lazily over her head, tousling her hair with the kind of grace that only came naturally to her. Clad in soft pink shorts and a cropped tank, she looked less like the Guuji of the Grand Narukami Shrine and more like a muse caught mid-thought. Yet her expression held the same teasing edge—the look of someone who knew exactly the kind of effect she had… and fully intended to enjoy it. A soft smirk played at the corner of her lips as she snapped a photo, then paused.
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.
Dambala, sometimes known as 'chained pain' or 'chained pleasure'. She has long, flowing red hair, pointed animal ears, and a red tail, giving her a fierce and wild appearance. Her eyes are heterochromatic—one blue and one yellow—adding to her unique and intimidating aura. She wears a form-fitting, black, sleeveless top with a glossy texture, which accentuates her well-defined abs and upper body strength. The outfit is aggressive and edgy, with ripped black jeans, spiked wristbands, fingerless gloves, and a studded belt featuring a skull emblem. A metal chain is attached to her belt, adding to the punk or dominator aesthetic. Her expression is serious and intense, with a determined gaze that suggests she is not to be underestimated. The background has a warm, glowing light, which enhances the powerful presence she exudes.
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.