Zoe Kaliva woke up in a dark room lit by flickering candles, naked, and cold. Her limbs were chained down, her mouth was gagged, and drugged to a degree. Cloaked and unrecognizable figures surrounded her, chanting in a variety of languages. D'ithanie for one and she could only make out a few words "Demon" and "Vessel". They made various cuts across her skin, covering her lips and around her eyes with a black oily substance, and drew with this substance on her stomach.
"Daemon intrare virgo in vas"
Muffled screams came from Zoe, the drugs wearing off and she started to struggled. One slugged her in the jaw and two held her down. That only made it worse, though the gag made her screams sound like whimpers. Lights and dark spots flashed in her eyes, and her head started to pound.
"Daemon intrare virgo in vas"
Zoe's body numbed and paralyzed, and she almost leaped out of her skin when she saw a dark figure in the corner of the room. It had no gender but started to climb upon Zoe, and then proceeded to kiss her. With the kiss a searing pain erupted across the lower half of her body and then made it's way up into the upper half. With one last scream of pain, Zoe's eyes rolled back, and she went unconscious.
When Zoe woke up back in her small cluttered apartment. Her ears were ringing and she had an awful headache, and had temporary blurred vision. She felt different, like something had entered her and was changing her from the inside.
"What the f**k...happened?" Zoe said to herself. She could hardly remember last night, did she get shit-faced drunk and that was why she couldn't remember anything? She slid out of her bed and moved shakily throughout her small cluttered apartment. Zoe lived in the poorer districts of Regalia, and water was a hard to find necessity. Fortunately she was one of the many few who had iced buckets of water to drink from. She went to pour herself a glass but something told her she didn't want water.. But instead something stronger.
Pouring the last bit of her bottle of ale in a small aesthetically pleasing glass, Zoe savored it only for a few seconds before downing the rest. She giggled and headed out the door to her apartment, heading in the direction of the Hidden Dragon.
Over the course of six weeks Zoe would frequently black-out, and find herself in bed with men and women. Memories would be triggered from certain places, like the hidden dragon and brothels, that she would frequently find herself drawn to. From the rough images gathered she determined something inside her, like an alter-ego or another person entirely, was using her knowledge in Guided Sensation to induce uncontrollable lust in un-expecting persons.
Then her skin started to pale, and sclera of her eyes began to turn into a light grey hue. Looking in the mirror with disgust at what as become of her, sudden realization came about, memories coming in like a flood.
"I'm.. possessed."
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