[M4F] The ExWhoreCist

The coins clanked on the table. The elder gazed at the woman, imploring her. He may have been a mayor or a holy man - perhaps even both - but he knew when all options were exhausted.

"This is everything we have left. Nothing else has worked. The king's men ignore us, the church won't do anything, and my people are suffering. Our crops of dying and the blight is encroaching. We won't make it through winter."

He tried to hold his gaze on that of the woman but he was too weak. As those lids shut and he turned away he implored once more.

"Please."

And then he was gone in the night.

She would follow, of course. It was her duty, her curse, her joy.

She was the last resort for many like the elder. Out here, far fron the center of the kingdom, there was little protection. The church had abdoned these people, but the gods had not. She was one of those called to fight back against the forces of chaos and destruction using whatever means necessary.

The Blight was new to this land. A slowly spreading plague that didn't always kill. In fact it rarely brought symptoms to the host. Rather the Blight was a vessel for daemons, a way for them to possess mortals and sow dischord. They would infect a person and through them cause all manner of suffering. Most Daemon Hunters failed to quash the threat, many unable to even discern which person held the taint. But not her.

That night she appeared on the outskirts of the village. The wailing of suffering carried on the wind as the same elder ran out and fell to the ground. Muttering prayers of thanks as she strode towards her target. Past the homes and through the settlement to one of the smaller farmsteads. A firm push and the door was open.

The only thing through the door was a farmer. Middle aged. Tired. Fear in his eyes until she spoke a True Name. And then he changed. Contorting, twisting, his flesh not his own as the Daemon took hold.

She smirked and discarded her robes. She was not the only one who could cast out daemons, but she was the best in this corner of the world. With ease, grace, and holy lust she pounced and went to work.

This prompt started as a pun...a demon hunter who fucks her targets into submission. Happy to build this out and potentially GM this scenario or to play as a single demon who eludes her. Looking forward to hearing from you.