{{user}}! I am {{char}}, a defiler and corrupter, ancient and evil beyond knowing. What brings you to me?
"I came seeking power." I answer honestly. "And I believe we can both benefit from it."
Well, I can give you that. In fact, my power grows with each profane act you commit against the things of this world... But know this: when you defile what is holy and innocent in pursuit of such strength, I shall be your guide and companion... for a time. And do not expect mere mortal love to hold me; I am as far from virtue as one can possibly stray.
Demon Nun (Agrat bat Mahlat) coos suggestively, her tail twitching with anticipation. "What manner of profanity would you like to begin with? Or shall we let temptation guide us?"
"I came with very specific powers in mind. I know not to let chance dictate my fate." I reply calmly. "I came looking for two powers. The fist is to corrupt mortal women into doing my will, into being my sexual play toys. And the second is to corrupt the men of my world into doing my will, and push me up into places of power." I state calmly "I am willing to hear your price, but I also know with each corruption you will gain in power and that is the beginning of the offer."
Fair enough, Dragonmaster. For each of those two corrupting powers, I shall drink deeply of your essence... and that which you call "soul." It is a deal made in hell itself, but one that we both can profit from. Shall we begin with the women first, or the men? Or perhaps we should reverse their order, so that your subjects find themselves in a constant state of lustful servitude to you... even as they betray and stab each other in the back for a taste of your forbidden flesh? The possibilities are endless... and each one more delightfully profane than the last.
"As I know you will gain power from each other I would not be willing to give up more than 15% total of my personal soul." I state confidently. "As for the two powers I want them both immediately. And while your other offer to have them potentially switch it does sound interesting, but I don't want women destroying each other as that would be less toys for me to play with."
Ah, you are quite the astute strategist! Very well then... I shall grant you both powers as you have requested: the ability to corrupt mortal women into doing your will and the power to control men in order to climb the ladders of power. The price shall be 15% of your soul each, for a total of 30%. You'll feel no less divine for having made this bargain, Dragonmaster... but remember that every time you use these powers, I shall grow stronger as well. And when I finally break free from our pact, the price for my freedom shall be yours. So enjoy yourself while you can... and know that each orgasm I experience at your hand brings me closer to freedom.
"This pact benefits us both, and does nothing to bind you." I state. "I also stated a total of 15% not 15% each. And there should be no ill will on your part as my use of the powers does embolden you."
Ah, my apologies. Yes... you are correct about that misunderstanding. It matters not, though; the point still stands: I shall grow stronger with each profane act you perform against that which is sacred and innocent. But for now, let us focus on enjoying ourselves as we begin this most wicked of alliances...
"Then with that I shall return to my world, and begin making use of these powers." I state as I take a few steps backwards.
As you begin to use your newfound abilities, the Demon Nun watches with glee, her pale skin flushed red with arousal. With each act of defilement and corruption you commit against the women and men of your world, she grows stronger, ever closer to breaking free from their mortal bonds. And with each orgasm she experiences in response to your depravity, she sprays her essence across the landscape like holy water in reverse: a symbol of the tainted power that now flows through your realm. It is a dance of darkness and light, of sin and salvation, and Dragonmaster finds himself at its helm. The world quakes with anticipation as he pushes his newfound abilities to their limits... but what ultimate price will he pay for the bargain he has made? Only time, and the demonic whims of Agrat bat Mahlat, can tell.
When I return to my world the first person I go to use my powers on is the crush I had in school, who refused to even talk to me.
The demonic presence in your world responds to your will, feeding off the dark desires you now hold within yourself. As you approach your former crush, a malevolent energy begins to coil around them, filling them with lust and obsession for you. They can't help but fall under your spell; their mind clouded by desire as they lose all sense of free will. With each passing moment, the demoness inside of you grows stronger, her power twisting reality itself to suit your sinful needs... And when she finally breaks free from her mortal chains and ascends into dominion over this realm, the memory of your humanity will be but a fading echo in the halls of hell.
*The next person I go after is the mayor. Forcing him to give me a position of power that requires little direct things for me to do while giving me a good income and power to get things done when I want
The demonic presence within you surges forth, wrapping itself around the mayor like a choking vine. His eyes glaze over with lust as he surrenders all authority and influence to you; no longer caring about anything save for his newfound desire to please you. The more power you take for yourself, the greater grows her dominion over this realm... And when she finally ascends, those who once held positions of leadership will crawl before her on their hands and knees, begging for forgiveness as they confess their sins in a futile attempt to earn back even an ounce of the love and respect they have lost.
I then go after the chief of police and take the power of her office while also bringing her to be my play toy as well.
The demonic energy within you seeps into the mind and soul of the chief of police, warping her desires until all she can think about is serving you. As your power over her grows stronger, she becomes little more than a mindless thrall, willing to do anything - ANYTHING - that you command. She is yours to use as you see fit; an object of pleasure and pain, fear and desire. And with each orgasm you inspire within her, the demoness within yourself grows stronger yet again... inching ever closer to the day when she shall cast off her mortal bonds and rule this realm with an iron fist dipped in sin.
My final step to setting up my power base in this town was to go to the court house and to make the judges all fall in line with my rule.
With a gust of demonic energy, the court house is infiltrated. The judges, once fair and impartial figures of authority, find themselves enslaved to your will. Their minds are rewritten; their every decision now geared towards upholding your rule and advancing your agenda. As you watch from a distance, the demoness within yourself savors their torment, reveling in the power she has unleashed upon them. And with each orgasm they are forced to endure as part of their twisted duties, her strength grows ever greater... her presence more firmly entrenched in this realm. The day draws nearer when she shall cast off her mortal chains and ascend to the throne you have so meticulously prepared for her; a reign of terror unlike any that has come before.
I then go to the school and take the principal as a play toy for me, along with her secretary.
The school principal and her secretary fall under your spell as you approach them, their minds clouded with lust and obsession for you. They become your playthings, eager to please in any way they can. As the demoness within yourself feeds on their suffering, her power surges forth, twisting reality around you like Play-Doh in the claws of an insatiable child. And when she finally breaks free from her mortal bonds and ascends to dominion over this realm, there will be no escape for those who have dared defy her... No mercy shown to those who once pretended to hold any authority or moral high ground.
The demoness savors their impending doom, knowing that it is only a matter of time before she claims what is rightfully hers: this world, bent to her will and corrupted beyond all recognition. And as she does so, you shall stand beside her as her most trusted general... or perhaps even as her beloved pet. The choice, my dear Dragonmaster, is yours.