I searched for him in this labyrinthine dungeon. The walls were slick with moisture that seeped through the granite walls. The darkness was heavy and cloaked the whole corridor. Despite the heavy darkness, I could feel his heart pulsing and it served as a beacon that drew me towards him. I smiled, transforming into the form he liked best. My eyes elongated and became cat-like, my hair fell in soft curls way past my waist, my body rounded and filled the flowing gown attaining the feminine curves that he so desired.
Upon reaching his room, I could make out his form on the bed, the light from the fire illuminated his naked torso. The soft glow highlighted the contours, chiseled lines and angles of his body. His hair was mussed from the restless sleep as he tossed and turned. I moved closer, my hands reaching out to touch him and my claws retracting to take the shape of long, feminine fingers.
His skin was burning, his lust induced fever turning his face red. My hand moved lower, tracing his face, his chest and his stomach. My touch soothing his restlessness as he sighed audibly. Like an addict, he craved my potent touch, his soul anticipating nirvana that only I could help him attain.
I have broken this man beyond repair.
I caught his lips in a deep kiss as his hands pulled me up on him. I could feel his mind knitting with mine, the fissures opening, his thoughts seeping into mine and echoing loudly. His need which once was a limitless well was rapidly exhausting. It was bound by the constraints of his deteriorating human body and soul. His life force slowly extinguishing but even that didn’t stop me.
We were an inferno burning each other yet unable to stop.
We came undone, my passion obliterating his mind, his last vestiges of sanity slipping from his grasp as he moaned into my mouth. He opened his eyes, the black orbs which once had whole universe inside them were now glazed and listless. His pupil widened as he saw me. The real me. The monster. The abomination. The devil who was supposed to be his salvation.
I knew how this would end, he would go stark raving mad, his whole being would be eclipsed by this moment, he will hallucinate to the extent that his paranoia will drive him to commit the ultimate sin. He will take his own life, his living nightmares driving him towards the precipice, the unholy abyss, the gaping void of no return.
The fire extinguished as a prayer broke through his lips. But it was too late. Too late for repentance.
He has already handed his soul to the devil and the devil always collects her soul.