[Name: Lysandra]
[Race: Shadow Mistress]
[Level: 7]
[Experience: ??/10]
[Strength: 8/10]
[Energy: 9/10]
[Agility: 9/10]
**[Stamina: 7/10]**
**[Speed: 8/10]**
Lysandra, the Shadow Mistress, emerged from the shadows with an ethereal grace. Her form was twisted, a dark allure emanating from her every movement. Long tendrils of shadow trailed behind her, and her eyes glowed with an unsettling intensity.
"Hmmm..you've got balls to step into my realm. Let's see how big they are," Lysandra's voice, a chilling blend of seduction and malevolence, slithered through the void. Her words dripped with ethereal allure, each syllable wrapping around the air like a haunting melody. There was undeniable power in her tone, a promise of both danger and an unknown allure.
Emerging from the mysterious three-story building, her movements were a ballet of shadows, effortless and graceful. The shadows clung to her form, accentuating the twisted elegance of her presence. With every step, she traversed the void as if dancing on the edge of reality itself, a wraith-like figure defying the laws of the surreal realm.
Her eyes, glowing with unsettling intensity, remained fixed on Ethan. Lysandra's approach was a bewitching display of both beauty and danger, a calculated seduction with an undercurrent of lethal intent. The air itself seemed to shiver as she moved, leaving an indelible impression of her unearthly charm and the imminent peril that accompanied it.
"Well damn," ...
"Well damn," Ethan muttered, his grip tightening on the scythe.
The demon approached with an unsettling elegance, her shadow tendrils slithering across the strewn streets in a calculated manner. They moved past debris with a smooth yet alarming precision.
Still wielding his scythe, Ethan clutched it tightly. As he watched, a shadow tendril snaked toward him, and with a swift motion, he swiped his scythe upwards to cut through it. To his dismay, the scythe not only passed through the shadow tendril but was ensnared by it, the blade sheathed in a black, almost sentient material.
"By Zeus's beard, what is this?!" Ethan exclaimed, wide-eyed, astonished by the unexpected counter employed by Lysandra.
A chuckle reached his ears, and he turned to see Lysandra, now standing inches away, the distance closed in a split second. Her graceful steps barely produced any sound as she circled Ethan.
"Now, they sent you in to handle me? What could you possibly do to me?" she purred, her voice a chilling blend of irritation and confidence.
Simultaneously, the shadow tendrils went to work, snaking past Ethan's scythe and enveloping his forearm. Another tendril encircled his legs, and one more seized his other free hand, rendering him in a crucifix-like position.
"Tell me, who's going to save you now? The things you'll experience here, you'd wish you had stayed outside, fighting my lesser demons and being cut into bits," Lysandra hissed, her words carrying a venomous blend of anger and an ominous promise.
She stopped circling and stood in front of Ethan. Raising a finger, Lysandra brushed it against his face.
Ethan maintained composure on the surface, but deep within, that touch set off a chain reaction. Goosebumps rippled across his body, and a strange heat arose from within him. Panic surged as the warmth traveled like a current from his chest down to his belly, settling in his lower abdomen.
'This is the power of a higher-ranked succubus? Just a single touch, and I can barely contain the last shreds of dignity left in this accursed body?! This feeling, it's irresistibly tempting!' Ethan clenched his jaw, struggling to keep a straight face, but a part of him knew this was only delaying the inevitable.
Feeling like a fly trapped in a spider web, a position he didn't appreciate one bit, Ethan tried to maintain his resolve.
"Tell me now, hunter. Why do you refuse to yield? Do you prefer I...FORCE YOU?" Lysandra leaned in towards Ethan's ears, letting those words slip through his ear canals.
Ethan began to question the true constitution of his body. Lysandra's words not only caused a chill to run through him but also aroused him in a way he felt was belittling. This body was embarrassing him in more ways than he could imagine by the second.
"I do like it rough," Ethan replied, trying to throw Lysandra off.
Strangely, Lysandra, who was on the verge of placing her hands on Ethan's chest, stopped midway. Her hand hung in the air before she slowly retrieved it.
"You say?" Lysandra asked.
"What? Isn't my body what you seek? Afterward, I'm going to die anyway, right? What's the point of fighting it? Let's get to it already!" Ethan said with a grin splitting his lips.
Lysandra's eyes widened, the deep red coloration shining brighter. A smile spread across her face as she let her hands wander across Ethan's chest. At the same time, more shadows climbed Ethan's body, but this time they didn't linger. They snaked through his protective gear, sliding onto his bare skin.
As they moved about in a worm-like manner, eliciting a ticklish effect on Ethan, he realized he couldn't continue playing games with her.
'She's diabolical. I can't continue playing games with her anymore. Lilith, activate Heart strings'
[Activating skill: Heart Strings]
Just at that moment, the scene took on a different appearance in Ethan's eyes. From Lysandra's body, he could see strings floating in the air, tangled together like yarn.
'I see it now,' Ethan thought as his eyes narrowed through the strings present. First, there was the orange and familiar string, the string of lust. Then his eyes caught another string, colored green and even appearing thicker than the orange string.
"[Notice the shade of green that string has? That's the string of shame.]"
'Interesting. It would explain her lack of decisiveness. She appears to be hesitating. She could have easily overwhelmed me, but somehow, she's holding back. What is she ashamed of?' Ethan pondered, his mind racing as he unraveled the intricacies of the strings before him.
"Mmmmphh, I see you are all set, little hunter," Lysandra said as she reached down and clutched Ethan's two pearls.
"Argh!" A gasp escaped Ethan's mouth as he felt the demon's fingers wrap around his balls.