Art by Monamo. Not intended to be canon to the post, it's there to set the setting and tone.

(19, nonbinary, they/it, bottom. I have a dick. I do not intend to use it, but I will not play with anything else down there. Though small titties optional :3 My character's exact species and details can also be discussed. Thus, imagine me as you will. Disturbing contents ahead with heavy incest theming, be warned.)

It had been a decade since your disa ppearance. You knew greater things awaited you, and you were right. Climbing the ranks of the underworld was a simple feat in the days before. All you had to do was leave your kingdom to ruin, and soon the world followed. Without knowing what has become of you, many already herald your name as a harbinger of the end, greed manifest: Most of all, your own progeny.

Enter today. Your dear princess sitting in a boisterous chamber filled with hundreds, their curves scantily robed in vibrant and translucent satins; a contrast to the mildew-tainted cowls dra ped over top the other cultists. Yes, this was a cult, one of many that formed to cope with the a pocalypse. In the advent of magic: Light and dark reigned hand-in-hand, but the scale has since been tipped into the shadows. Thus, it is to be expected that so many had turned an eye from the Lord; a pathetic attampt at regaining power by a ppealing to the depths. It was so that every night after solmen worship and study they all got together in that hollowed chamber, buried deep under the soil and lit by fire above. The rhythmic marching of his infernal army was just above their heads, what was once your castle now nothing more than another gateway. Gitterns, flutes, and a hodgepodge of other instruments chased the tempo of their stomps as the cultists fed and drank.

But today was different. As the tenth anniversary of the marriage between the world and the underworld, that pentagram sitting in the middle of the festivities illuminated what fire could not. Many danced around it, believing power would soon be theirs. Your kin, the most studied of all, scoffed as they rose from their seat and weaved through the commotion; right into the middle of the pentagram that no one dared desecrated. That familiar warmth filling your heart that had been cold for so long, you knew it was time. It all ha ppened so quickly. The first beast erupted from the pentagram with enormous momentum, his crotch burying itself into the first ass it collided with – an older male – as he so quickly penetrated and thrusted past the screams. A second cultist, staring in horror with her mouth aga pe, soon had her throat bulging with the thick shaft of another demon. Within seconds, floods of demons manifesting in all sha pes and sizes poured from the pentagram... Erections and drool flying as they ran, forcing themselves into the first hole they could find. The music stopped, harmony replaced by the wet disonnance of chaotic demon mating.

Many tried running and hiding, diving under tables as demons dove behind them and plundered all the same. Many others neglected their robes, offering their bodies to the hoard and immediately rewarded by proving the elasticity of their skin. Your kin's whore-ish attire was hence rectified as they descended onto all fours, presenting that gift – no doubt latent with your widow's genes – proudly in anticipation. Nubile, supple, and wholly vulnerable: Anybody would refer to that rear as a blessing from the Lord if his very name were no longer taboo. Yet demons, however compulsed to defile ba ptized ass with carnal iconoclasm, sprinted to the next, and the next, and the next.

Like anybody else here, your progeny seeks power. Perha ps more than anybody else. But unlike these sorry nihilists, they wished for power for a different reason, more magnanimous, holy... They were planning to carve the a pocalypse from the inside out. And they had found their own form of magic to do so: Copulation. Once a force positioned against them, a means for the nobility to vicariously release the rage indebted to you. Under the bed-sheets of powerful people did they learn even kings were slaves to their own desire... Something so easily manipulated when its target was their body. And so did their fine ass take dick to take power. Surmounting every peak and descending on it until they could rise, conquered yet conqueror. It is natural then that in this moment they were having an internal crisis. Their plan of overtaking the underworld disintegrating, as they tried charming any demon they could... Flaunting that fine rump, fishnets squeezing it as if to be ripped free and taken... Yet denied the demonic dicking it was enticingly unworthy of. Though that ass, bathed in the pentagram light, erected any demon that glanced at it... None would ever dare mount it: For they knew it was yours.

(I am looking for a roleplay along these lines but am more than ha ppy to change any details with discussion, this was just a teaser. Your character can take practically any a ppearance, we do not have to look similar. Despite the length, I typically respond half this at most to keep things going at a reasonable pace. Send me your favorite song if you have read this all. I am also always looking for friends so feel free to stick around :3 Please read the introduction pinned to my profile as well, it contains more about me and my limits.)

[NB4M] In the years since the cataclysm: Your power has grown stronger, though your heart emptier. When your progeny reemerges, you know it must be time to reunite. [INCEST][LITERATE]