Let Evelynn Take Over

          “Merry Christmas.”

   She’s laying on her red velvet bed, her shadows having made herself peppermint inspired lingerie. A lasher comes down with a mistletoe hanging off it, stopping just above the crotch she’s just exposed from spreading her legs -- Well not BARE exposed, more along the lines of the stripped fabric still covering it but--

          “Your present is ME.”

⚔ - Masked Saber

The swordswoman swiftly grabbed her blade, however, only pulling a quater of it out when she heard her soothing voice. It.. It was hard not to compare it to that of a Mother’s. Lucina’s tears slowly began to flow, escaping from beneath her mask.

“..I….I could have…” Was all she spoke. 

Why.. Why was she here pouring her heart out to someone unknown?

Why did she instantly trust this woman. 

          “You could have... What?”

   Evelynn pressed, gently gathering her now into her as she slid to sit upon the ground. This poor woman.... Her anguish was overwhelming. How delightful it would be to FEED -- No. She wouldn’t. She mustn’t. She had discarded that part of her life, striving to find other ways to live.

      A lasher came up to gently removing her mask, as hand came to wipe away her tears.

“I badmouth those who are a pain in the neck.”

Glaring at the demon at her language Violas vision began to turn red, her fists tightly gripping together as she did her best to calm down.

“I see I wasn’t wrong with my old demons, I gotta say, you lack the creativity they had though. Their words stung deeper. At the very least you seem like someone who would fight back if the kicked dog bit at you.”

“Yeah I’m a bitch, so what?”

           “Okay, Bitch, what have I done to be a pain in the neck? If you’re blaming me for your slipping on ICE, then I’m afraid you’ve only got your own TWO FEET to blame. 

               Have you not gotten laid lately? Is that why there’s such a stick up your ass? Maybe you should try it sometime, honey, maybe you’ll stop viewing things in RED. You are, aren’t you? I can feel it, you are so angry at me it’s almost turning to HATE. Yet I’ve only stated the truth to you.

           So either get a grip on reality or go the fuck home. I don’t have time for little girls who let their tempers get the best of them.”

   The demoness is silent as she moves across the shadows until she’s behind the kneeling woman. Carefully she brings her arms around her, hugging her tightly against her bosom.

          “Shh... I’ve heard your tears, child. Let me listen to your woes.”

“And what the hell do you know? What makes you think you know me at all?” 

Pulled off the ground by the demoness’s lasher Viola slapped the hand away, her eyes glaring as she tried to make heads or tails of what was before her.

“Thanks for the help…” she managed to mutter under her breath, embarrassed that she even needed help from such an odd creature.

          “Tch.”

   Fiery... Oh this one had a LOT of fire and Evelynn merely just crossed her arms over her breasts.

          “Do you always badmouth those who extend a caring hand? Or is my form too off putting polite words? You had better be GLAD I’m not my younger self, lest I tear you LIMB from LIMB. 

               Now. We’re going to try this again. I am Evelynn, a demon, one who is fond of shadows. YOU are rather grumpy bitch, but I’d rather know your actual name then continue to call you grumpy bitch. 

@shukuchiisms​

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If you thought one Eve prowling around in the shadows was a bad idea, try two for double dipping--

They tend to accidentally end up snuggled together in a pile of limbs and lashers. Despite both being rather cold, they insist being near each other is warm.

Preserve any fool they lay their eyes on to torment. They will BOTH assume the form of whatever their prey desires most and give them a wild dream -- Or nightmare. Depends on their mood.