A Reflection of Corruption
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Another release so soon after that last one, le gasp! Yes indeed I had a lot of fun working on this one and I think it turned out rather well. This image is an on-going story in the Baroness/Scarlett timeline and this image represents her final night as a human before she surrenders to the will of the baroness and becomes a half-demon succubus for her. Myself and the commissioner are fond of dark erotic corruption so we both enjoyed riffing and brainstorming this - the story is written in her personal journal from the first person perspective of Scarlett for those who enjoy the lore! hope you guys enjoy it too!
Commissioned by: Radisea
Final Entry of Scarlett Ashford
This will be the last time I write in this diary, it has been conduit for my thoughts during my time in this place serving my mistress. I once came here seeking to be her equal, but I have long since realized the folly of such a goal. My Baroness has no equal, she is terrifying power made manifest and I would surely crumble to ash if I endeavoured to stand by her side as a mere mortal.
So then the solution is simple. I must become more than a mere mortal, I must become a demon. Only then can my mistress keep me by her side and only then can I bask in her glorious radiance.
I find myself looking at the face in the mirror as I write this final entry. I am moments away from joining her to complete my ascendency and yet I am filled with thoughts that both contradict and affirm this gift she gives me.
This face is mine yet it is not mine. This body is mine yet it is not mine. I see flashes of what I will become in my waking mind and I both adore and abhor it. Ever since I drank of her gift, I feel something lurking beneath the surface of my mortal flesh, eager to break free and consume me.
She summoned me to her chambers last night, we talked for a while as she sought to steady my mind ahead of the ritual. And of course I made my body available for her as is my duty. Pain and pleasure, she has mastery over them and with no one else have I ever felt so helpless in one moment and euphoric in another.
The mirror shimmers as I gaze into it again, I see a creature… a demon. She kneels at the feet of my mistress. Loyal and submissive, she… Oh gods, is that? The… the creature is me. Is that what I will become? I have to leave this place! I can’t be here. What am I doing??
<Some scribbles suggest the writer left in a hurry, yet a couple of spaces down the page a steady hand returns to continue writing.>
My weakness bid me flee, but as I turned to do so I caught the eye of my mistress in the painting on the wall. Her stoic gaze calmed my weak soul and I reached out to beg the forgiveness of her visage, yet my chains would not allow me to touch the canvas. I feel the marks of her wrath across my back and rear from my time with her last night, she knew I would have this moment of weakness - her sting lingered upon my flesh when I needed it most. Oh Mistress, thank you.
Of course. It is a sign. I must stay the path, become what my mistress needs me to be before I can truly embrace her. My humanity holds me back from her like these chains around my wrists. I will give her this diary and I shall press the locket of the woman I once was between its pages as proof of my readiness to ascend.
I’m coming, my mistress.
- Scarlett Ashford
