"I want him dead for what he did for me. Simple as that."
"'Simple as that'? Are you sure you're willing to pay the price we ask?"
"Anything. There must be some way to put an end to him."
Up until a couple of years before that fateful night Carla Greer had been a rising star in the FBI. Gratuating at the top of her class and in charge of numerous high-profile cases she was set to attain great things in her career, and with her fiancee and fellow FBI agent her life couldn't have been more perfect. All that was before his brutal murder at the hands of one of the country's most powerful mob bosses. The man had smiled at her, his hands covered with her lover's blood as he'd laughed and walked away leaving a shattered shell where the bright, intelligent and beautiful woman had once been.
The investigation into the murder had been a farce. Officers involved in the case had lost evidence, witnesses had either rapidly changed their testimony or simply disappeared before being able to appear in court and everyone she'd hoped she could rely on had turned away from her as Carla became more and more obsessed with revenge. As doors closed against her Carla became more desperate, seeking out any way she could to fight back against the monster who'd destroyed her life. Finally she'd found someone, something who would be willing to give her the vengance she needed, but nothing was ever that simple.
Before she'd lost everything the idea of magic would have left the serious agent laughing, but with nowhere else to turn hidden doors began to lure Carla into a far darker underworld than she'd ever dreamed existed. Voodoo and nercomancy, ceremonies stained with innocent blood and rites which left the participants changed in ways she could have never imagined, Carla embraced them all.
Finaly she found herself in this place, what had once been a holy shrine to God but which had been defiled so heinously ever His light would no longer shine here. In the darkness between the pillars she could see the shifting shadows of the Beast's worshippers as they basked in sexual excess, their bodies intermingling in endless pleasure. Soft moans echoed in the chamber, a vile parody of the hymns and prayers which had once filled the hall.
Upon the once holy alter the creature sprawled himself, surrounded by women whose only purpose was to continuously pleasure him. As she watched two of the acolytes pressed their mouths together, sharing the milky seed which they'd extracted from him moments before. As he saw her gaze the Beast smiled. "All I ask is your pleasure." He said, his deep voice rolling over her like treacle, clinging to her body even through her clothes. Simply being in this place made her feel tainted, but she'd been prepared for that even before she'd learned of the creature's existance.
"And I offer it to you freely." Carla replied as she slowly unbuckled her belt and pulled her coat aside. Letting down her arms and onto the floor she revealed the outfit which she'd been advised would entice the Beast, improving the chances he'd accept her petition for aid. The leather straps were fastened tightly enough that they bit into her flesh. The ones around her breast forced them up and out, lifting them as an offering, while those around her thighs pulled at her freshly shaved flower, spreading its petals and leaving her totally exposed to the Beast inspection.
She could tell he was pleased by what he saw, his thick tongue worming from inside his mouth to lick his lips hungrily. "I see you've come prepared for me, but Ihave many who offer themselves to me, why should I grant your wish?" As he spoke the Beast reached out to one of his acolytes. Obediently the girl spread her legs wide, allowing his fingers to penetrate into her before being removed. Looking over at the former FBI agent the Beast slowly lifted the wet fingers to his mouth before licking and sucking at them with obvious delight.
"I can offer you something none of these... women can." Carla answered, her voice unwavering as she slowly walked towards the creature, her high heels tapping loudly on the ancient flagstones. She could tell she'd caugfht his attention, his eyes locking onto hers as she draw closer.
He leant forwards, idly pushing away the girl who'd been rubbing her breasts along the length of his shaft, much to her annoyance. Another acolyte quickly moved closer to her, pressing her face to the girl's chest as she noisily sucked at the precum coated flesh. "And what would that be?" The Beast asked cautiously.
Standing close enough to the creature now to smell the scent of his straining manhood Carla bent forwards until her mouth was beside his head, her lips barely grazing his ear. Her voice came as an almost silent whisper, softly escaping as a breath on the wind.
"Purity."