The Demon Knows My Vice

The demon reveled in every response and reaction he was able to pull from his hapless victim. Her panic, her terror, her disgust and ager—it was all so delicious! Moros fed on her emotions and responses to his invasion of her sanctity like he were famished; a ravenous beast pillaging and defiling her to sustain himself. It was his right to do so as a brute; she was weaker than him, easily controlled and bent to his will. Faes existed for the sole purpose of satisfying their brutes' urges and for producing pups. Tonight, he was going to show Mariah where her place was in the world and what her purpose was, seeing as his son had obviously failed to teach her properly.

The pounding of Mariah's heart was a drumbeat for Moros to keep pace with, his tongue rolling and lapping over delicate flesh in time with her racing pulse. Her mental cries and screams sang out to him, a beautiful and primal symphony that urged him to continue his desecration of her body. And continue he would! He could feel Mariah's fragile psyche buckling under the dominance of his will. How long would it take to break her completely? Moros was tempted to find out... And he would in his own time. They had nothing but time here, and until Mariah woke up, she would be his prisoner to do with as he pleased. If he ever saw Alastor again, he'd have to be sure to thank his son for making such a wonderful little toy for him to play with.

The moment he freed Mariah from her metaphysical prison, the small crimson and ebony fae began to scramble and sprint away from him. Moros' dark eyes lit up with amusement, a deep and resounding laugh booming through the void that followed after her as she sprinted away into the endless darkness. "Run, run, Mariah! The big bad wolf is coming for you!" he shouted after her, the widest of sinister grins splitting his maw from ear to ear. Moros kept his predatory gaze on the fleeing form of the girl, watching as she got farther and farther away, but with nowhere to run to, she wouldn't be getting far.

In true nightmarish fashion, once Mariah had gotten a decent distance from him, Moros began to take off after her, his movements uninhibited by the darkness of the void as he chased her down like he were pursuing wounded prey. His footfalls echoed around the void, the abyss quivering under his stride as he commanded his realm. For all her effort, Mariah didn't get far. Moros got up to a steady loping run before snarling and lunging forward, diving into the dark like it were water and disappearing beneath the rippling surface. He vanished entirely, no hint of his presence anywhere at all.

In actuality, he was navigating the shadows like he were a part of them, gliding with such speed up to his fleeing granddaughter before pulling ahead to leap out in front of her, sharp fangs bared and manic black eyes gleaming with feral lust. "Boo!" Without giving her a chance to try and stop herself or change direction, Moros pounced at Mariah, aiming to throw his massive muscular body into hers to tackle her to the ground and begin wrestling her into submission. He wanted her to fight. He wanted her to squirm and struggle and scream. He wanted her to resist him, so it would be all the more fun to break her in.

"Moros"