The Sacrifice (Legacy Weapon) - [nsfw]

[Ella MacBride]

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It was about that time in Ella's existence where yet another strand of her biological make up awakens from it's dormant state. It was right around two thirty in the morning, the moon high in the sky when Ella woke from her sleep. "Shut up, shut up!" She yelled out into her empty room. Gripping the sheets at her side she looked around the room, "Come out, I hear you. Show yourself!" She stated then let her [Blindsense] scan the room. There was no one there. Then who was talking? It sounded all too familiar a tongue too, Infernal.

 

The voices continued to rattle in her mind as she got herself dressed and ready. Listening to the voices, she understood them. The strand that was awakening was bred to know infernal, it's heritage. Getting dressed she listened to the voice, whispering to herself. "Sacrifice, a sacrifice must be made. Strength and Power, born of Magic, born of Spell." She muttered and left her cabin on a mission.  

Making her way through the lands she found herself at a small village. "Young and fair, pure of heart and body." She muttered, her eyes were a solid deep red with just the black pupil. The color of her eyes looked to be moving like the flicker of a burning flame. That Evil Tendency in her nature pulling ever so harshly on her behaviors. Walking the streets cloaked in black she traveled within the shadows. Stepping as quietly as possible.  

Coming up to a home that the infernal voices were very loud about. She ran her gloved hand along the door frame. Looking into the window she saw a young woman in her bed, fast asleep. "Her." She nodded and moved to open the window, locked. She inhaled a deep breath and ran her claw along the frame to knock the lock out of the way, then opened the window. Carefully crawling into the woman's room. Staring down at her in the darkness her eyes were glowing an orange-red resembling the fire that was burning within the infernal strand that had awoken.  

Stepping up to the bed she ran her gloved hand along her cheek. Whispering in Infernal into the woman's ear as she slept. Sweet, sultry whispers calling her into a deep, dark sleep. The continuing whisper of Infernal took a few long moments to sink in before Ella stood and stared down at the innocent woman. Ella then moved through the cabin into the woman's parent's room. The whispers assaulting her mind she let her nails grow out into claws. Slicing the mother's throat first, before the father woke and reached for a dagger. [Steel Skin], she grabbed the dagger then slammed her hand through the man's chest and ripped out his heart. Letting him watch it beat before he died. Smirking darkly before going back to a rather emotionless state, dropping the heart on the bed.  

Bloody hands scooped up the woman from her bed. Still muttering in infernal as she moved from the home. Kicking out the door and stepping outside. Holding the woman in her arms she traveled through the shadows. The night was dark and kept them hidden, though the home was left in such terror it would be hard to miss in the morning.  

Traveling long and far, it was nearly sunrise by the time she got to the crack in the earth she was lead to by the voices. "Here." She agreed with them and stepped into the Void Plane, seeing the entrance to the Nine Layers of Hell she smirked. Looking to the side she saw the alter and offering table. Stepping over to the table she laid the woman down, still muttering in Infernal. 

Then her eyes fell onto her clawed hands, red-black thick armored scales began to grow from her skin. "Hmm." That was new. She stared at the new scales a moment, her old ones weren't nearly as thick and were a different color. Inhaling a deep breath when the voices grew louder. "Power." She muttered in Infernal, speaking the tongue of devils themselves. Black taloned claws were drying of the parent's blood by now. Finally leaning down to the woman she woke her mind with a soft whisper of Infernal in her ear. The woman's eyes opened wide, but she was paralyzed.  

"Where... Where am I?! What's going on?" Common tongue leaked from the young woman's full lips. 

"You are to be my sacrifice for power." Ella responded in Infernal, emotionless. 

"What? I...I can't understand what you are saying! Please, please let me go!" The young woman pleaded. 

"I...need the power to emerge." Infernal flowed from Ella's lips as she ran her claw down the woman's nightgown. Slicing the fabric from collar to knee. Pushing it aside to admire the woman's bare form. "This will do." Her clawed hand smeared blood up the woman's abdomen and over her breasts. "Yes, this will do." 

"Please, don't -- No, don't!" She began to cry as she was disrobed. "No, no, no." She whimpered and cried. 

"Pure of heart, body, mind and soul." Infernal flowed so freely from her lips. Speaking an Infernal Incantation she began to carve symbols into the woman's skin. Drawing power from the veil, pulling essence from Hell itself. "A sacrifice must be made." She chanted in infernal. More sigils clawed into the woman's skin.  

Ella could feel the power siphoning into her body. She waved her blood hand over the woman's face and it put her into another deep sleep, her body going pale as she siphoned the magic from the virgin on the offering table. Moving to the alter she started to brew up a summoning spell. Herbs of the Nine, Bones of the Impure, Feathers of the Divine. Lastly she slit her wrist as a thick green ooze dripped into the bowl. "Rise." Infernal tongue commanded to the brew.  

The brew began to bubble and smoke, before a form began to rise from within the mixture. Ella took a few steps back and shifted into her gargoylian demon form.


The demon stared down at Ella, "Why have you summoned me?" The deep rumbling voice of the demon spoke.

Ella could feel the power resonating from the being. Yes, this was the one. "I have come to make a deal." Ella responded with confidence.  

"A deal? What could you possibly have to offer me?" 

Ella motioned to the virgin she was siphoning power from on the offering table. "Feel the power resonating from me, the power I get from someone as pure as her." She watched the demon, "Her soul could be yours." 

"And what do you want in return for such a pure soul?" The demon stepped down from the alter towards Ella.
 

"Power. Imbue my claws, my fangs, my natural weapons with power." She stated, "And I want them to be legendary... bards to sing of them across the lands." 

"Such power would require more than one virgin soul. I want yours as well." The demon negotiated. 

"No. My soul is not on the table." She hissed out darkly. "Ten pure souls." She offered. 

"Hmmm." Running his hand along his jaw. "No. You will sacrifice a pure soul once a week to appease me." 

"Once a week?!" She growled and looked to the innocent woman. She was Chaotic, not Evil. Though, the evil tendency made this all possible. "Fine. I will bring a pure soul here to you once a week." 

"Deal." The demon smirked and moved towards Ella. "If you fail to abide by this deal, then I come for yours."  

"Understood." She would nod and rolled her shoulders, clenching her jaw. 

"Shall we seal the deal?" He moved towards her and pulled her close leaning down to her. 

Ella growled lightly but pressed her lips to the pure demon's, sealing the deal. As she did she felt the power surge through her being.

Hearing the demon's voice in her head, 'Chaos runs through your veins, it will now run through your natural weapons.' She whimpered lightly as her claws, spikes, fangs, all began to burn. 'You think you are unstained by the Profane. Let me show you how Profane you really are.' Unholy essence becoming profound throughout her veins. 'Power that is legendary requires great strength.' The demon pushed energy into her, enhancing her strengh to allow the ability Chin Music. 'You must draw from deep within, sacrificing pieces of yourself.' Granting her the ability to Overchannel from her very life to cause extra damage. 

Finally Ella pulled back and took a few steps back.  

"It is done." The demon spoke. "Once a week, or your soul is mine." Then he and the virgin vanished. 

Ella felt the power overwhelming her and surging her natural weapons. She stepped from the void, only for the surge to overwhelm her body causing her to pass out. Falling to the ground unconscious.