189 Demonic Pain (1/2)
After reading through the notification I gazed upon the victims of my devastating attack. They were still trapped in the light I had created and unleashed in their direction. The light wouldn't vanish unless I willed it too, and in this demonic forest it would absolutely trap anything short of a greater demon that was likely to come into or walk around here.
Dozens of demons were trapped in it, and their faces were contorted in terror and pain. Even the most aesethically pleasing demons, succubi and incubi, had positively monstrous looks on their faces as they attempted to grow used to the pain they were presently enduring, or at least cling to some sense of self in the wake of agonizing pain. It was an impossible challenge for them.
I allowed them all to endure the pain for a second longer, before I finally freed them from it. When I did all I did was banish the light I had created, something as simple as merely telling the light to vanish. Darkness swiftly crept back into the forest floor, eagerly reclaiming what space I had taken in using my powers as freely as I had. As it did I began to speak.
”What a pathetic little horde you all are...” I told the gathered, defeated, demons. I gazed out at the assorted and vastly diverse creatures before me. They all differed greatly from one type of demon to the next.
Gathered before me was the biggest group of demons I had seen in my entire life to date. I saw creatures of living filth and pollution oozing atop the forest floor. I could see flying demons that resembled flying shark-men. I could see murder-demons like the one I had attempted to use to create a cult of crazed murders. I saw gigantic, bull-like demons, and some more humanoid-looking demons who appeared to serve as footsoldiers amidst this rambling horde. And now they were all mine.
”Though you are all pathetic, you are also mine now.” I told the horde, speaking confidently. I felt my voice wash over them, and I immediately detected the most simple-minded of them accept this.
They had felt the pain I could induce in them and knew better than to make an effort to resist me. But I also felt the pride of some of them flare up in resistance to my words. I turned to one of them and smiled. He was one of the more humanoid-looking creatures, and I lifted him into the air through telekenesis.
”Hello. I see you are determined to resist me.” I told the creature, sensing its determination. I morphed into a humanoid form, becoming much smaller but also more distinctly myself. As I did so I pulled the creature towards me, a grin on my face as the creature was brought before me.
The demon had distinctly humanoid features. He had a grim face, brown eyes, scars all across his body, and even humanoid or at least humanoid-like gentalia. It amused me greatly to study him. Hatred blazed in his eyes, but there were also glimmers of other emotions, such as fear.
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The god in the darkened forest was an unimaginably powerful entity and he possessed a number of cruel abilities. Among those abilities was one that could be mistakenly thought of as benign: ”True Love's Kiss”, a powerful and mind-shattering ability possessed by gods of love. It was perhaps the cruelest of all the powers he possessed.
This malicious power burned souls with ecstasy, shattering minds and crushing wills through the sheer, unimaginable power and pleasures of love. It caused anyone who fell victim to it to be filled with an obsessive, life-altering love for the deity who kissed them, and to long for and pin after the deity whose lips pressed against theirs.
Althos unleashed it on the demon, shattering the creature's mind and overwhelming the being's very soul. The god didn't like the thought of using such a power on a mortal, but on a demon, he didn't hesitate. Demons were the embodiment of merciless maliciousness, so he had no particular desires to treat them kindly.
The second the god's lips touched the demon's lips, the demon was forever altered. This power was so potent that even the briefest peck of the lips could cause it to take hold and ensnare a victim.
Pleasure flooded the brain of the demon, and Althos used his powers to manipulate relationships on the demon even as the creature's mind was being rewired to pine-after Althos.
At the same time, other demons were watching the two. Althos released the demon he had kissed, and turned to the demonic crowd just as the brightest were about to attempt to flee from his presence. He chuckled and used telekenesis to grab onto the crowd.
”No no no... No one shall escape.” He said, his voice a low growl but a playful one.
”I'm going to take my time... Breaking you.” He muttered, his voice cold but his eyes alight with cruel satisfaction. He reached out into the horde with his mind and unleashed a potent barrage of ”Mental-blasts”, one of his mental abilities that caused those who were subjected to it to experience intense, immaterial pain. He unleashed this barrage indiscriminately, firing at each of the demons who had dared to approach his home with cruel intentions.
He watched, a grim grin on his face, while the demons who had once set out to attack his worshipers fell to their knees in agony. Their brains were being assassiled by sensations comparable to if they were being stabbed over and over again by holy instruments.