ROLEPLAY HQ - good-girl-gone-bad

It was time. After all of these millennia, the hells were spilling over into the world of man and beast. Countless kingdoms fell before the armies of the Abyss. Most races retreated to their respective realms, leaving man to fight for himself. They were no match for the wicked armies. Each army of fire had its general, someone renowned in the Abyss for their vile and wicked spirit. Each Lord picked his or her own offspring to bring the world to its knees; at the core of the offensive was Korvak ibn Asmodeus. True to his name, the son of Asmodeus was ruthless. He cut down villages and kingdoms with ease. Prisoners were taken merely out of amusement. Most villages put up little in the way of defence. They were, after all, small huts of sticks and grass in his eyes. However, there was tell of a specific hero who had fought against the (pathetic) demon invasion some years ago. He would be troublesome, so Korvak set his plan into motion. A distraction. He sent some low-level demons to the forest outside of the town to cause trouble. They would surely die, but they mattered not. True to the plan, the hero left the village to deal with the demons. This left Korvak and his army an in to raze the village and take captives. To his surprise, the hero that had given their armies trouble in the past had taken a wife. A very beautiful one at that. He personally raided their home, catching her off-guard. "Ah, it seems the hero has found himself a mate..." He took several imposing steps towards her and roughly cupped her chin in his hand. "In terms of humans, I suppose you aren't the worst-looking. You will make a fine prize. Bow before your new master," he commanded, his voice booming. @Deleted User

The home was quiet as Seraphina was on the floor, picking up shattered clay of a plant pot she accidentally broke. It was something she worked hard on and knew her husband would be disappointed in her. She sighed and scooped as much soil as she could with her hands. It nearly blended in with the floor itself. The couple lived a life of simplicity, although it wasn’t tranquil- there was chatter amongst the villagers for days about disruption. It kept Sera on her toes. She didn’t know what it would be, but she felt uneasy. Her heart thumped fast and loud every time she left her hut, which was not often. When the sun was shining and the soft dirt paths were hot with summer heat, she would walk to the center of the village to ask for seeds. It was one of her few duties in her home to grow vegetables for her husband to ensure he was fed. She stood up after collecting all of the broken clay and swept it to the rubbish pile. Maybe he wouldn’t notice. A rumbling woke Sera early in the morning. She thought it was all a dream, but her spouse was not sound asleep next to her. She sat up quickly in just a soft cotton robe that was loose and a pale rose color. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a bun. Her bare feet hit the floor beneath her as she was about to investigate but that’s when she realized someone was in her home. Distant yells from outside were not distinguishable and she started to panic. “Who is there?” Sera yelled. She wasn’t supposed to be brave. She was supposed to hide, and hope that she really wasn’t alone. Before her eyes was an outlandish, tall beast. Her fearful expression remained as she froze in place. The only object in her possession that could be used for defense was a shovel, but it wasn’t even near her grasp. Sera smacked the wrist of the hands that cupped her flushed cheeks and she was in disbelief. The contact stung the palm of her hand and she cowered three small steps backward. Not tha

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t there were anywhere for her to go. “Who are you?! Stop! You’re not real!” She didn’t want this to be real. It couldn’t be. Right? @#JusticeforMaraJade

"Very brazen, to lay a hand on a Demon Lord's son," he said, his resting under her chin once again. He looked her over, turning her head to examine her features. "Yes, you will be a suitable prize from this otherwise unremarkable village. He brought her lips to his, forcibly kissing her before pulling away. "Such sweet, innocent lips. You have not been with anyone but your husband, is that it? Well, rejoice, human, for I will allow you to serve me in both mind and body." His gray-brown skin contrasted against the flames roaring in the village behind them. The sounds of fighting were dying down as the evil forces were winning. She would not kneel, it seemed. At least not yet. With little fanfare, he lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder. A portal opened up - sickly red and crackling with a wicked, arcane energy - and Korvak and his captive passed through. The other side led to a dungeon; it was lit by some external magic force and, despite the nature of such things, this was far from the worst option. The ground was padded with hay and there were the usual amenities around for her. The portal closed behind them and he unceremoniously dropped her to the ground, having her land on her ass. Surrounding them were thick metal bars. "Welcome to your new home, at least until you decide to serve me. Of course, if you bow before me now and pledge yourself to me, I will take you to a much nicer room..." @Deleted User