The crash had worried her. She had spent long on this prey. Not all were perfect to begin with, most were incomplete with something constantly nagging at them, she had to raise them up higher so she could strip them down. A little nudge here, a whisper there. You simply had to find out what they desired, let them have it for all of a single second, then strip it away from them. Whilst sex was the most obvious desire, this body having been formed solely for that purpose, it was not what all men wanted. For most of the men here it was power, for others it had been love, others had wanted pleasure, a few just wanted relief. She had given him power, she had teased and tempted men, persuaded those that she was his minion and that they should support him, even removed those in his way; at least not before she had fun with them herself first. She stood by the door, having rushed there as soon as she'd heard the crash.

She opened it carefully allowing only a slither of light to come through. In the middle of the room stood a horrific being: bone horns came up and out of his head like miniature scythes as its eyes were just smouldering fires that didn't point in any one direction, it's face a mask of the same corruption that looked like bone, the coiling corruption sharpened over its body as every point on the being sharpened and cut, in its hands a scythe with a massive red vertical slit eye in its head, skin underneath the corruption was red and glowed with an unearthly sheen, its baggy pants were the only indicators that it had once been human. It hadn't spotted her yet it seemed.

She gritted her teeth. She wanted it to spot her. The rest of the room was awash with blood. The scarlet liquid dripped from the walls as pieces of men were scattered everywhere. Parts of torsos, heads, arms, legs. It infuriated her. All of these very men she had manipulated to kill the one man who now laid dead at his feet. And also underneath the table and in one of the braziers. The being looked wounded, it clutched a bleeding hole in its stomach whilst it leaned heavily on one leg, the other clearly wounded as the leggings were stained dark and dripped an acrid red.

She kicked the door open with the base of her heel, it slamming against the wall with a bang. The being turned to find her standing there, framed in the doorway as she glared at it. She licked her lips as she drank in the image of her opponent.

"Oh there's so much fun to be had with you," She whispered with a hiss. The being almost cocked its head as it tried to understand what, or why, Evelynn was.

"Who-" A pink spike came shooting towards its head, causing it to stop and quickly dodge. Its dodge was slow and clumsy, the wound in the leg annoying it. Evelynn smiled as she ran into the room, spikes appearing from the walls and launching themselves at the bloody beast. It dodged a few but got hit by most of them, its exoskeleton quickly becoming a pink pincushion as Evelynn closed the distance. She separated her lashers from her back and brought them around in front of her. The being ignored the spikes still raining down upon it and raised its scythe. It radiated with bloodlust as it brought the scythe down upon her. She had prepared for it though, its movements telegraphed. Her lashers snapped forwards into the being, sinking into its legs and gripping them. She pulled herself forwards and leaned backwards, landing on her ass and sliding along the slick bloody stone floor through its legs. Her talons cut into its thighs as she slipped through the legs, unhooked her lashers and scampered back up onto her heels. The being screamed as it brought its scythe around in a circle, facing her instantly. She licked the blood of one of her talons and smiled at it, its pain filling her with the satisfaction of revenge.

Evelynn gasped as the pain hit her. The scythe had hit her right shoulder on her way through and crumpled slightly from the pain. It only made her angrier. She bared her teeth at it and the being smiled an almost tired smile at her pain. It pissed her off more. That even in its current state it would think it had the upper hand. She would show the difference between them.

Immediately, she made a mistake. She ran towards it, hoping the same attack pattern would lead to it also trying the same attack as it had partially succeeded and wanted to prove to her that it would completely succeed. Instead, the thing stepped back and brought the scythe in an underhand swing. Instead of cracking into the stone and stopping the swing cut straight through it, rupturing the stone as it came up. She was flung into the air as it exploded beneath her. The scythe's point pierced her shoulder causing her to scream in agony as she flew upside-down into the air above it. She panted in pain as her lashers flailed wildly. She looked down as she flew through the air. It gripped the scythe with two hands ready to swing up. She could sense where it was going to impale her. Right in her chest. Something in it flickered. Its red flames in its eyes flickered out. One horn started crumbling. Its mouth opened wide like it was screaming. Then suddenly-

"Nooooooooooooo!" a voice screamed out from within it. Evelynn crashed into the floor, her shoulders screaming in pain. She gritted her teeth as she bounced and slammed into the floor. The… thing, it was still unmoving. She looked up quickly hoping to take advantage of whatever had gone wrong with it. Parts of the being started crumbling away as it stood still. Almost still. It was shaking. Vibrating almost. One hand realigned its grip on the scythe. Evelynn smiled, biting her lip in pure pleasure as the being's emotional pain flew through her. Her lower lips almost flooded themselves as she stood herself back on her heels, invigorated by its pain as it coursed through her making her shiver. It was like someone had dropped melting hot liquid into her ears and it had dribbled all the way down her spine to settle in her pussy. She sighed as suddenly the being swung at empty air, all the pain disappearing, her own pain flooding back from her bleeding shoulders. She watched, amused, as the broken thing glared at her, its flaming orbs that were its eyes back behind its mask. She stretched out a finger and motioned for it to come to her. The being roared like a beast at her and charged towards her.

She slipped through the transition space. Her form disappeared in front of the being and appeared behind him as she rematerialized. In her now empty place, individual lashers shredded through the remaining horn, slicing it clean off the being's head. It yelled in pain as it kept up its charge and smashed straight into the wall crushing stone from the impact. Evelynn tittered as it slumped and crashed down into the floor. The room slowly went silent, only the crumbling of stone to the floor below made any sounds. The sun still shone through the windows as it filtered down onto the demon of pain. She smiled as she walked over to the unmoving body, her heels clacking loudly against the stone. She leaned down, bending at the waist and looked at… it. Its corruption was starting to crumble, cracks appearing in its face and all over its body. The red skin was fading becoming a sleeker pink skin. The claws shattered and instead ordinary human hands lay on broken stone. The eye of the scythe closed, its exaggerated form slowly shrinking to a more usable weapon. Then the mask shattered and fell away from the man's face. Black messy hair framed the face, a rebellious blue streak had been dyed into it. One eye was still covered with the corruption and the adjacent arm had not changed either. The more she saw the more she realised that this man held something within him, something hated, something dangerous.

She raised a talon to finish off the weakened state, with no corruption he was a lot easier to kill if he was just a simple mortal. Something tugged at her in her stomach. She looked at the blue streak. A bell chimed somewhere. It was big, like a church bell. She kept staring at the blue streak of hair. She lowered her hand and touched the blue streak. Her stomach tied itself in knots suddenly and she pulled back, spitting out swear words as she rubbed her perfect smooth slightly muscled stomach. She sighed and wondered. Why had she hesitated? He'd given her the best feeling she'd had in a while she was certain of that. Yet it was somehow tainted, like it was a pleasure she had never really wanted. She… wanted it to be her to have caused it. She blinked, fear prickling along her arms. She stood up and shook her head. She threw one last glance at the man on the floor.

She had to get out of here. She was worried she was getting possessive.

Her?