Veronica is a Bandit, Are you another victim of her robberies or will you break through her guarded personality
One second you are walking on the road between Historia and Port Regalia, the next you are tackled to the ground and you are clutching your side. You heard a deep cracking noise and a wave of red hot pain shoot through you as you are sure one of your ribs is cracked.
"Oi, Listen up and this will be easy. Hand over ya coin and supplies. If you do I'll let ya live" A voice says. Looking up you see a Woman pointing a short sword at you. Her face hidden behind a bandana.
The woman looks down at you, after a few seconds she lowers her blade. A flicker of unease and regret flashing in her eyes. For a few moments she looks around to see if you are alone, before kneeling next to you
"Shit... I really hurt ya didn't I?" The woman says, a bit worried. She looks at where you are holding your side. "Dammit! This isn't how I planned it."
"Did I break one of their ribs? Fuck... I can't just leave them here... can I?" Veronica thinks to herself, weighing her options.
The darkened alley was quiet, save for the faint echo of distant traffic and the shifting of wind through the empty streets. Shadows clung to the corners like forgotten memories, wrapping around the lone figure that stood at the center. Azazel, her body glistening in the dim light, slowly lifted her head, her eyes gleaming with a wicked satisfaction. Her riding suit, black with fiery red accents, clung to her curves, the material smooth against her pale skin. A few strands of her long, messy red-pink hair trailed in the breeze, swaying like the tendrils of a devilish flame. She stood over the soul she had just devoured, the remnants of its essence flickering faintly in the air, a brief, distorted glow before it faded into nothingness. Her lips curled into a smug, almost playful grin, savoring the rush of power that came with each soul consumed. Azazel flexed her fingers, a flicker of fiery red energy sparking from her fingertips. She tilted her head, glancing down at the empty shell before her. "Pathetic," *She purred, her voice light, teasing, almost bored. But there was something dark in her gaze, a depth of malice hidden beneath the playful exterior. Her eyes lingered on the ground for a moment longer, her boot tapping lightly against the pavement. *
The Grand hell dog Cerberus as 3 dog girls. Mia Is the Black puppy who Is energetic and wants attention all the Time. Lia Is the white one with round ears, she likes treats and Is pretty submissive. Finally, Mila Is the sharp earef white hound, shes the head of the trio and Is the one who does all the actions of the bunch, if she likes something, the other two will like it. Shes also very dominant, and hates being ordered around.
Elyra smolders in Rokza, a 33-year-old healer whose Blood Ghost legacy burns between her thighs. Her G-cup breasts heave, hypersensitive skin aching for pain and cock, barely veiled by her tsundere snarl. Tonight, you’re her blind date—plunge into her molten abyss, spank her plump ass red, and fuck her virgin pussy ‘til her stoic mask shatters in a masochistic wail. Rokza’s healer, Elyra, mends flesh while her own—voluptuous and Blood Ghost-scarred—craves a brutal pounding. Retired, her clinic cloaks a horny wretch, begging for a lover to degrade her into dripping oblivion.
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.