Faeha DarkLust the Onanistic Opportunist

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Chapter 11

I found this dwarf, clad in jagged mithril armour that made my skin tingle
from the thought. Of course, perhaps sse seeks the village. But until then, I
should be able to claim her for myself. I followed her into the tomb of her
ancestors, and ordered Maphiso to lunge at her. As she was shocked, I
proceeded to throw mana at her, and brought down a deluge of water with my
elemental. Before I knew it, I had chased her into the Altar of her people,
and slew her in front of her God. She starred at her own corpse still warm
from the life that was just lost, indignant as I carved parts of her body for
preservation and my own documentation. I dragged the body behind the altar,
and Maphiso and I had a great fun with it.

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Chapter 2

The raiding party returned, famished and delighted at the feast that was on
the table. "What great service! I will highly recommend this place to the
Cardinal!" They feasted and drank and celebrated their success raid on the
Underdark. As the night progressed, the fatigue set in for all of them, and
they all drifted into slumber.

Faerhyss awoke in a bloody room. Body parts were strewn everywhere. She
recognised a lifeless head staring back at her, missing its entire body. The
devious harlot walked in, and transformed to a human mage. "Good. The demons
were very happy indeed. You did well. You are worth keeping. You belong to
me." And with that the mage ravaged Faerhyss, still weak from the travelling
and shackled by the collar. As he was done, he ordered "Now clean this mess."

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Chapter 3

It turned out that the mage ran the inn under an elaborate disguise, feasting
on tired travellers. He used Faerhyss as a chambermaid, entertainer, whatever
his patrons wanted. And of course, whatever he wanted too. Over time, she was
abused and drugged till a point that her spirit broke, and she became reliant
and subserviant to her oppressor. In the process, Faeha was born.

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Chapter 4

As far as I could remember, I lived in the 'Laughing Bird' in Voralian City.
It was no simple inn. At some point it was taken over by a sinister innkeeper
who was au fait with the dark arts. He lured unsuspecting travellers to his
inn and fed them to demons to further his prowess in the dark arts. My
mother, I don't know what she is. She is pretty much catatonic, even when
abused by the innkeeper. The times she is lucid, she is begging for some sort
of drugs, a symptom of some sort of withdrawal, I guess. My father, I'm not
sure who he could be. It could be the innkeeper, or maybe one of the patrons.
He often offers up my mother as entertainment. Perhaps it is the rarity of
her heritage up here on the surface that somehow attracts his patrons. Even
though they so call serve the light, they have no problems impaling my mom
with their.. spear. If you know what I mean.

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Chapter 5

I sort of understood that I would suffer a similar fate as my mother, unless
I made arrangements to free myself of this bondage. It was inevitable that I
was put through similiar circumstances, at least for a time. However, in
secret I stole books of arcane from the innkeeper's study, and familiarised
myself with the ways of the dark arts as well. And slowly but surely, I
learned the ways of calling on other powers to aid my frail body. As my body
matured, I did come to enjoy the more carnal pleasures of life. However I did
not like being subjugated and ordered. I wished to live life on my own terms.
I should be in charge. And I should dictate the terms of my engagements.

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Chapter 6

And so I plotted my escape. By this time my mother had already become a
withered shell and lost favour with the innkeeper and all the patrons, and
was relegated to do chores. I, on the other hand, gained in popularity as
well as power. It was only a matter of time where the innkeeper let his guard
down, and one day, after a long, tiring session of studying, he came to me to
relieve himself. As he was finishing up, I activated a summmoning spell, and
a small but rabid creature, faster than anything I saw lunged into his back,
impaling him through the heart. Its claw grazed me through his body, and I
watched the horror and surprise on his dying face. Blood poured through his
wound, all over me as the creature consumed his heart and laughed into the
night. I did not get a good look at it, but remember the sound of its wings
fluttering into the night. I set the inn on fire before running off into the
night. I journeyed for a long time, before I found myself in the Dark Temple
of Galadon. There, I entered gates of the Academy.

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Chapter 7

Obviously she was not named with much thought and named after her mother who
was psychologically broken anyway. She enjoys carnal pleasures and wishes to
exert dominance over all in this regard, and will not hesitate to use
violence. However, she is not beneath using more dirty tactics to achieve her
goals, including playing meek to bait others in letting down their guard.
Having had little formal education, her command of the common tongue is not
superb, and could break into strange grammatical issues or even single word
proclamations to express herself.

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Chapter 8

As a short term goal, Faeha seeks to press her good looks to enter and learn
more about conjuration, using her abilities to seduce even those of other
planes. She also seek growth, money, and power to assert her dominance even
further. She seeks to achieve a reputation of providing pleasurable death.

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Chapter 9

"Ah, the whore is pregnant. Could be mine. Could belong to anyone, really.
Not that we really care. Oh wait, but we do. This is worth experimenting on.
Perhaps we should plant something into her womb. I wonder what that would
give birth to. Hmm...which plane do we choose? The Abyss perhaps? Or the
shadow, maybe?" The innkeeper pondered on how to experiment and toy with the
growing life in Faerhyss.

Months later, Faeha was born. "Hmm... nothing remarkable. What a waste of
time, a waste indeed. I thought at least there would be SOMETHING... even a
stillbirth would be more interesting than this... normal bastard child. I
guess we'll call her.. Fae... ha? Whatever. She could probably replace that
whore who is about to expire."

He turned to walk out the room. Unnoticed by anyone, slight pulse of dark
energy emanted from Faeha, before disippating.

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Chapter 10

As I finally reached the 17th title of my guild, it was finally time for me
to be formally taught the method of summoning and becoming one with a
familiar. As the guildmaster unfurled a scroll of summoning, I could not help
but feel like I had seen these before. I practiced and chanted, and finally
cast the spell. From a rift next to me, a taloned claw reached out. I heard a
familiar fluttering, the familiar coming out finally revealing itself as a
devillish imp. Ah! It was the imp I summoned many moons ago who freed me. The
imp grinned at me. "Hehehehe. Finally! Again! I am here!. Whahahahahahaha!
Let's go!"

"Where?"
"You don't know? What do you like, my mistress? Our likes are the
same!"
I grinned back. I brought the imp into a private room where we
pleasured each other.
"Now we need blood. We need to kill! My name is
Maphiso!"

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Chapter 1

Faerhyss hid in a storage room as the surface raiders rampaged through Teth
Azeleth. They slew all its citizens in the name of the Light. There, she drew
a circle and prepared to call forth a demon to stand her ground. As she was
chanting her final incantations, the door was broken open, and a whip snapped
at her neck, choking her into unconsciousness.

She awoke, in pain from the light that burned her skin and her eyes. She was
in an unknown place. The raiders had taken her up to the surface. She feared
a fate worse than death. She threw her hands out to cast a spell to escape,
but instantly felt a collar on her neck constrict and sapping away all her
mana. She had been shackled by an anti-magic collar.

Unable to escape, she could only yield to the raiders, who intended to bring
her back to the Fortress for a public execution. As the raiding party passed
through Voralian City, the crowd cheered. A new head to be chopped. The party
stopped by an inn to take a rest before moving on. As she was left alone in a
bedchamber while the raiding party washed up, a devious harlot entered to
serve food.

"If you do not wish to die, say nothing about this." With that, the harlot
left the room.

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Chapter 12

Demons and devils, such beautiful and seductive creatures, both physically
and in terms of the power they hold. I can hardly choose between them, as all
of of them are such pleasurable creatures. Even as they feast upon my flesh
with their foul mood, my body explodes in ecstasy. Oh, how I long to be able
to have a harem of such creatures to do my bidding.

The seduction of power is perhaps the root to indulgence. For I realise that
the adventurers of the land have suppressed their lust for other more
material, tangible goals. Providing young ones with a taste of power, be it
through possessions or even gold, can often lead them onto the path of Lust.
Just as how the creatures of the abyss and hell seduce me, I too shall seduce
the adventurers of Thera and bring forth their darkest desires.

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Chapter 13

I had recently learnt how to summon a Nightgaunt from the Outer Planes. This
marks the end of what my Guildmaster would teach me about summoning creatures
from the planes. Anything else, I would have to seek others. I saw this Anti
Paladin, Viera BrightSpell, who had bound herself this strange creature
called a Nightwalker. It was beautiful and I wish for it to join my harem of
servitors. With it, I will bring forth even greater pleasure to this world.
She offered me some sort of apprenticeship at a later time, as she seemd to
be busy. I gave a canteen to make her hard, something I use to pleasure, or
torture my most prized lovers.

She claimed that the Nightwalkers were called forth by an Ebony Scepter. What
a great toy it sounds like. A phallus to pleasure myself with and call forth
more servitors! How amazing! Perhaps I should consider, joining these Scions
of the Eternal Night.

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Chapter 14

It seems that most do not indulge in pleasure, without some sort of
incentive, and I have realised that most of it revolves around pain. The
adventurers seek either to inflict pain on others, or are in need of being
inflicted upon. Fortunately, I believe I can be quite the adept at inflicting
such pain. I will lash them into submission, or rely on the demonic harem to
extact painful pleasure on them.

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Chapter 15

Fratenising with the fiends has its consequences, and it has slowly corrupted
Faeha's soul and body. Physical manisfestations of the abyss and hell have
granted slight transformations in Faeha's body, and she has relished in them.
A horn on her head she may rub on for pleasure, and tail, lashing out like a
slavemaster. These allow her to pleasure her the fiends that join her harem,
granting her a effective seduction and hold over them.

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Chapter 16

And so I took up the Chancellor's offer to be an apprentice, and to bring
forth the Eternal Night. Two separate things, but very closely linked. As her
apprentice, we shared magical knowledge. Some common, and some rare and
secret. As for access to the Chasm, she tasked me to tell her about stories
of relationships I have made with the adventurers of this plane. Easy enough,
for I have been preaching for the Church, and have established many
relationships - some of benefits and some well, hostile. I told her of some
of my patrons - Remero, who has since taken his own life. Zirfianili, a
shadowed assassin who may one day align with the Chasm as well. Maza, a young
patron of the Church, whose appetite is insatiable. Chazu, a necromancer who
refused my advances, only to be kidnapped and serviced by the angels that
showed him a pleasurable death. Since then, I have had the opportunity to
service Garfin Seabramble, who I've exchanged love letters with. A giant of
strength and fortitude. It would be my pleasure to indulge with him in the
Church. Speaking of which, perhaps I have not been praying well enough. The
Lord does not seem to answer my prayers. But such is the life we lead. The
Lord is already with us, in our hearts. And our pleasures will never fade. I
continue to indulge and preach for others to indulge together.

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Chapter 17

Pleasures abound, Merittet, Seraphis and myself laid siege to the Church of
Cserlich. It was time for Merittet to gamble all of it, for eternal life and
flesh. We slew the trinity of thralls, placing their parts to open the path
to the Vampire Lord himself. The Vampire Lord locked down on Merittet, biting
his neck and sending him into a slumber. As the wheel spun, and the bones
rolled, the transformation began. He told us in his sleep, as he fought
against death itself. He fought against the will of Cserlich, for if he
failed, he would become a mere thrall. I prayed to the Lord of Pleasures. Oh
Father, bless us with blood. Bless us with pleasure! Let us all indulge with
a new Vampyre Lord!

As a figure emerged from the Throne of Blood, we watched with great interest.
Do we slay this being, or have we found the first Vampyre to walk the lands?

He lunged towards me. I did not fight back. Regardless, it could be our final
pleasures. I tilted my neck to ease his advances. He bit down, and my body
felt cold as he drained me of my blood. I held him in a tight embrace as we
indulged in each other. This was no Thrall. This was a Vampyre. Perhaps not
yet a Lord. But a Vampyre walks the land now, and the fountains of Thera flow
with the blood of his prey.

Father, you have heard my prayers. We may have never met, but I am sure you
watch over us, ensuring our pleasures never fade. The Church will always
provide.

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Chapter 18

Oh Father, my preaching has not gone unnoticed. Patrons of mine throughout
the planes have been touched by the Church, and whispers of the DarkLust
fills the lands. My pleasures in the lands have even infected me with
diseases of pleasure, a testament to my dedication to my virtue and craft.

In our studies, the Chancellor and I theorised that the coming of the Night
has much to do with the veil and the planes, as the rending of the veil tends
to bring the planes closer - it is evidenced that interplanar beings more
easily enter this plane when the veil is thin. And so do the Ccul'gra. We
have been rending the veil and opening portals to the Shadow Plane, and ever
so often the Shadow Plane feels palpable. One night, after calling forth the
C'culgra, we were cavorting and indulging in pleasures, when Maphiso spotted
a small shadowy rift. As he curiously prodded at his with his claws, shadowy
energies spilled forth, enveloping him. He moaned in pleasure, as the
energies flowed into him. For a moment, he looked normal. Then his face
cracked open like a shell, as a different creature crawled out from within.
"Ah! Is still me! But is it really me? Maphiso? Maphiso!"

He had... taken on a form of a winged nightwalker. Just as I had been touched
by the abyss and infernal planes, he had been touched by the Shadow and
assumed new energies. With this, we are closer to the Night. He has gained
interesting new powers. However, his new form is much more delicate, and we
will be relearning how to fight together.

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Chapter 19

All good things come in threes. Three types of sleek wands. Three prime
powers, each of which opens the portal to the Shadow Realm. One is the Light,
One is the Night, and the last? Who would know. I seek to know the last key,
and with the last key, we will combine all to bring forth the Night. After
all, if one key opens a temporary portal, three will have the potential to
make it permanent. Together with a rended veil, the Night will come. In the
meantime, while we keep the Fortress in check, we are conscious that for the
Prophecy of the Night to come, the Fortress must continue to exist. The rest
of them though, they can die if they wish.

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Chapter 20

I moaned in pleasure as I spread my sticky sin over the orb of travel, a
powerful and coveted artifact. And thus whoever that shall use this orb, will
be enlightened and have their desires unleashed upon the world. And who else
would be tempted by the power of the orb? Vaskal, no doubt. The current
wielder of the most souls, he will surely be tempted to use the orb if the
situations calls for it. His enlightened soul will come to the Church,
surely, and we will have even more members. Perhaps I will even get to enjoy
that thick, twisted shaft of his.

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