As far as the eye can see there is nothing but scorched earth and barren rock where the wind has blown the thick layers of ash away. What were once the deepest depths of ocean trenches are dry and cracked . All the life that fought for so long to evolve and grow has been destroyed with no hope of its return. Everything necessary to sustain life is gone, no protective barrier from the light giving star's toxic rays, no anything. Now inhabiting this lifeless rock are creatures of myth, their very existence denied by the dominant lifeforms that were vaporized for a ridiculous reason. Not that there really is a justifiable reason to turn a once thriving young planet into a desolate wasteland but demons have never been known for conforming to the rational of other beings, especially not the demoness pacing about waiting for the newly risen demon to regain consciousness.
She was one of the first, created not long after the birth of the universe that for one reason or another decided a race of essentially immortal beings with no apathy, morals, or regard for anyone's state of being but their own should be the first to exist. Earth was by far the most entertaining place to reside once humans evolved, so easy to scare and the richest source of sustenance. Such careless little creatures that offered up the most valuable possession they had in exchange for a deal rather than bargaining like others. How cruel they could be to their own kind and so much fun to manipulate into doing so. And once in a while you could find one that was a decent lover.
A bit anxious she might have gotten the ritual wrong as she was never all that good at them. But it was simple as far as a ritual goes, one she'd done a few times before with no ill effects on the unwitting subjects. Still humans were an unpredictable lot once in a while they rejected the change, the ones with an ungodly amount of morality which unfortunately for her, this one had. Well, in most matters anyway, man had no problems sharing his bed with a demon. Fact that he'd taken a demon form was a good sign but she wished he'd wake up already. Finally he stirred, groaning as he sat up and took in his surroundings. Hours ago this had been a bustling city, they had been on the ninth floor of a building having a less than civil conversation, a fairly common occurrence between them that started getting nastier over recent months. Demoness had never had to keep her temper in check before her chance encounter with the man and might have lost control of her abilities during the latest argument that led to the current state of his home planet. This was not going to be a pleasant conversation once he got his thoughts together.
"Vicky, why am I a demon?"
Rolling her eyes, the demoness crossed her arms over her chest, "it's not like I don't own your soul Turner, I can do whatever I please with it. That includes putting it in a demon body."
He got up and brushed the ash off his person. "Please tell me you did not incinerate the entire city and me along with it."
"…Wasn't just the city."
"Did you seriously destroying the fucking planet while we were fighting?!"
"You act like I did it on purpose."
"If you wanted to speed up making me your fuck toy for eternity you could have done it without wiping the entire planet out."
"Speaking of that –"
"Go sit in a corner and think about what you did first."
