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The blood moon hangs vibrant against the starlit shroud of false night. Reflected in the demon's golden eyes, you can feel its power thrum in the stillness of the air, resonating with the lebenous ichor that flows through the demon's veins. Lines of black pulsate across her skin as malevolence, dominance, and debauchery run their course through the demon's flesh. To one as sensitive to the ever refracting waves of magic that ripple across the world as you are, her mere existence reveals her unhallowed name.
<span class="mu-s">[Balor of the Crimson Moon]</span>
"<span class="mu-i">Submit</span>," the playfulness leaves the demon's voice as she flexes her power. The command washes over you like the currents of a river attempt to move a stone. So tight is your control over your <span class="mu-i">leben</span> and your sense of self that even such a torrent of power cannot push you easily. The pebble may be weak, but it still sinks to the bottom and refuses to move once settled. "Remove those useless rags you wear and prostrate yourself before me. For in my herd you shall find a glorious purpose in surrendering all that you are and all that you shall be to the Queen of Dis..."
Against the torrent of her power, you can hardly find your voice. You look to Tiff, Daphne, and Amalia. They should all have power in spades, enough to drive the demon back, yet it is a if the light of the blood moon has weakened them in some way that you were not. Worse still-
"Of course, Mistress!" Amalia's voice is a joyful song as she shrugs out of her dress. Her eyes are empty and far away, lacking spark or will or the shame of taking off her clothes in front of an unwashed man. Her cheeks flush pink when she steps out of her smallclothes, folding them neatly ontop of her dress before dropping to her hands and knees and bowing her head before the demon. "I give you my everything! Body, mind, and soul~!"
"Amalia...!" Daphne's voice lacks the indignance it should have had. She cannot believe what her friend just did, but at the same time she sounds as though she <span class="mu-i">understands</span> it. Understands it, and finds herself tempted to join. "W-What are you doing. We need to-"
"<span class="mu-i">Submit</span>," the demon speaks again. Stepping gently on Amalia's head, she drives the butt of her spear onto her bottom. The sound of searing flesh fills the air alongside a wordless hiss of pain and pleasure from Amalia. "Submit to me and relinquish all your worries. Join your friend upon the ground, and I will tend you gently as prized cattle. This one is already a such an obedient, sweet cow who will only know joy from now on. Doesn't that sound lovely?"
Daphne's face pinkens, thoughts planted by the demon racing through her mind. She drops to her knees as well, letting the demon cut her free of her clothing with the tip of her spear. With a euphoric smile on her face, she mutters, "It does... it really does~!"
"Good girl," the demon turns her baleful eyes to you and Tiff. "And what of you? Won't you join them~?"
