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Jan. 6th, 2024 09:40 pm[Humans being sold as property is nothing unusual to any demon, much less a Demon Lord. Etna would normally not think twice about the sight of humans treating one of their own kind so poorly, but their prize catches her eye--a beautiful, frail waif of a boy. Just her type. The perfect specimen of her type, even. And she takes the idea of 'her' type seriously, in that these clueless slavers may as well have stolen a treasure directly from her.
It is a one in a billion coincidence Etna came across anyone during her errands in this area. It is the slavers' karma that ensures it would be them. If it were anyone other than slavers, then this would be a misfortune.
Motivated by the simple, whimsical urge of seeing something she wants, Etna attacks. With a graceful but powerful dance with her spear, she cuts the slavers all down with ease. With it all done so quickly, she complains about not having to work at least a little, but otherwise is pleased to have won her prize.
Her prize, who is passed out. Did he get concussed? Did he faint from the shock? Malnourishment, possibly? She decides it was in response to her beauty, the only reasonable assumption. Scooping her prize up like a bride, Etna quickly returns to her castle; giddy with excitement, she heads straight to her private quarters and lays the boy on her bed. She is mused he is still out cold, but doesn't mind. She takes this as an opportunity to get a close look at him.
One would think businessmen would take better care of their inventory, but this guy is worse for wear. But even with the poor treatment he has received, he is still beautiful. She brushes the hair out of his face; she rubs his cheek; she sneaks a peak up the loose robe he is wearing. Eventually, he does come to, and Etna is there, sitting right beside him on the edge of the bed.]
Oh, sleeping beauty finally wakes up. Here I thought I was going to need to give you a kiss. Too bad.
[The bedroom is huge, ornate, and filled with expensive furniture. The bed itself is huge, especially for one as small as her, and covered black and red sheets. The stone walls are covered in paintings and posters, and the stone floor with a massive rug. It is the bedroom if someone rich or powerful or both.]
It is a one in a billion coincidence Etna came across anyone during her errands in this area. It is the slavers' karma that ensures it would be them. If it were anyone other than slavers, then this would be a misfortune.
Motivated by the simple, whimsical urge of seeing something she wants, Etna attacks. With a graceful but powerful dance with her spear, she cuts the slavers all down with ease. With it all done so quickly, she complains about not having to work at least a little, but otherwise is pleased to have won her prize.
Her prize, who is passed out. Did he get concussed? Did he faint from the shock? Malnourishment, possibly? She decides it was in response to her beauty, the only reasonable assumption. Scooping her prize up like a bride, Etna quickly returns to her castle; giddy with excitement, she heads straight to her private quarters and lays the boy on her bed. She is mused he is still out cold, but doesn't mind. She takes this as an opportunity to get a close look at him.
One would think businessmen would take better care of their inventory, but this guy is worse for wear. But even with the poor treatment he has received, he is still beautiful. She brushes the hair out of his face; she rubs his cheek; she sneaks a peak up the loose robe he is wearing. Eventually, he does come to, and Etna is there, sitting right beside him on the edge of the bed.]
Oh, sleeping beauty finally wakes up. Here I thought I was going to need to give you a kiss. Too bad.
[The bedroom is huge, ornate, and filled with expensive furniture. The bed itself is huge, especially for one as small as her, and covered black and red sheets. The stone walls are covered in paintings and posters, and the stone floor with a massive rug. It is the bedroom if someone rich or powerful or both.]
