Lilith - Army of Succubits

[Toggle Names]

Description: Lilith hunts down Morrigan for a showdown between the sisters. But everything is not as it seems...

It had been a long while since we last looked in on our good friend, Lilith Aensland. Besides trying to play touch and go on whatever Jedah's last orders had been, she was also having to defend that neo league belt from a whole host of zany characters. It's not like she could even /wear/ the belt, given her size. That was some bullshit, as they say.

Right now however, things are not looking especially good.

"Ahh.. urgh--oof, I'm dying," Lilith knew what was happening pretty much instantly, as her shoulders sagged and she doubled over. She put a hand against the brick wall of the building deep in Metro city to lean against. The body Jedah had given her while in his service was going to fail soon. After that her spiritual energy--which Succubi basically were entirely comprised of at their core--would just drift into the ether, spirit world. Whatever you want to call it--it would mean she would be effectively 'dead' until she could get another body. Preferably another one that wasn't imperfect and would fail. But finding one of those was probably next to impossible with Jedah not around.


The purple-haired girl's head whipped up, neck craning around with a wicked grin.

At the Cabaret Candide, a budding couple sits at a table, blissfully unaware of the woes of one Lilith Aensland. No, instead, a man reaches up and runs his hand through his gelled brown hair, pushing it back. He reaches down, pinching his tie between his thumb and index finger and tugging to adjust it so slightly. He brushes a miniscule piece of lint from the shoulder of suit, fresh from the cleaners. His eyes, however never quite leave his date, at least for more than a split second.

And across the table sits a woman with long blonde hair. She's dressed in a slinky black dress, narrow straps hanging tightly across her shoulders. When she leans forward to pick up a piece of toasted foccacia bread from the platter between them her top shifts precariously, generous bosom threatening a wardrobe malfunction at any moment. And yet, it is a tease. The threat has hung like a lustful Sword of Damocles, ever threatening, building anticipation, and yet the horsehair holds without failing.

And that, perhaps, is her secret. Perhaps that is what keeps the man's attention ever so close, wrapped helplessly around the woman's finger.

"So you said you play the stock market?" she asks, almost boredly, bouncing the foccacia bread on her fingers. She runs her tongue along her lips and boredly takes a bite.

From beneath the table, a red booted stiletto heel rises--however it doesn't belong to the buxom sea-green haired beauty that is currently enrapturing him under her spell. With a FWOOMP the heeled shoe is dug into the man's crotch, likely breaking the whole illusion as easily as ice water was thrown onto him.

"Zoinks! That's gotta hurt--oh quit crying, I'm doing you a favor--my sister eats guys like you for breakfast!" Lilith slides up and out from under the table, somehow able to hide there and slip up between them, unnoticed.

If Morrigan had been able to detect her 'sisters' presence, for some reason she wasn't able to until right now. Ruh roh~

"Or is this dinner, I guess, I don't know fine dining," she looks back from the man who's probably on the floor right now, writhing in pain as the guests start to spook.

"There we are, just the lady I wanted to see, hiiii sis~" she makes a cheeky grin.

In the moment when Lilith first makes her presence known, Morrigan does not pick on it--that, in itself--seems off. Her hackles are raised, blonde "burning" away into sea-green as Lilith fully emerges from underneath the table. As it does, bats seem to pour out of her shadow, her black-dress dissolving into a cloud of fluttering wings and shadows before twisting, contorting, and reshaping into her usual purple and black tights. She sweeps back her hair, sticking out her lips in a pout. As she does so, two black wings appear from the sea of green.

"Making quite the entrance, aren't we." It's not quite an interrogative, lacking the lift. It is, instead, as flat as Lilith's bosom.

The man on the other side of the table writhes, but Morrigan pays him no mind.

"What do you want this time? Are you just running my date and dinner?" She crunches at the foccacia, still eating it despite everything.

"Not as flashy as yours, course, I usually just roll around in this--" Lilith plucks at her costume, which is of course a blue and red version of Morrigan's. Well, minus the stretch in the chest area, of course. "But it's Metro, no one really noticed much, even less so in Southtown! Figures, am I right," she smirks up at Morrigan, who's still snacking, as usual.

"Anyhoo, gonna have to do what you do best and open up wide for me, Sis--my borrowed time is almost up, and I'm gonna fade away soon," Lilith doesn't seem to be pleading or asking politely here, either, in bizarre contrast.

"I figure with that ass of yours you could spare some space for one more in you, can't you? And I don't expect you to comply," Lilith grinned as one of her wings suddenly shot out and became bladed with a 'SHING' sword-like sound effect. Clearly she means to force Morrigan to do whatever it is she wants.

"Oh, of course," Morrigan says, taking another bite. "You only come to me when you need something. This is why I never wanted a sister." Morrigan rolls her eyes melodramatically, with a sigh.

"But forgive me if I'm a bit skeptical of that bastard Dohma's intentions." Morrigan steps back, weightlessly, hovering slightly above the ground as her own wings spread behind her. By this point, the other customers are starting to panic and move out of the immediate area, especially as Morrigan starts to rise over the tables. She finishes pushing the appetizer into her mouth.

"I do hope you can at least put on a better showing than last time, spritelette." Morrigan spreads her arms wide.

"Let's see it."

COMBATSYS: Morrigan has started a fight here.

[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Morrigan         0/-------/------=|

COMBATSYS: Lilith has joined the fight here on the right meter side.

[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  //////////////////////////////]
Morrigan         0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0           Lilith

"No one /wants/ a little sister, you know how it goes," Lilith shrugs with a carefree smile. The other guests do begin to pile out because OMFG DARKSTALKERS, and all that, Lilith is content for them to leave--they'll only get in the way, and the normal police probably are smart enough to cordon the area off rather than deal with it directly themselves.

"Sibling rivalry sis--it's just us, nobody else!" Lilith grins, jumping up onto the table, crockery shattering and silverware going flying. She brought her booted foot up and around--and it turned into a red scythe blade, the edge of it gleaming as the grind of the blade looked far more metallic than the vinyl or whatever it looked like her boot had been made of. And it was whirling straight for her torso.


COMBATSYS: Morrigan dodges Lilith's Murder Go Round.

[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ///////////////////////////// ]
Morrigan         0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0           Lilith

As the blade sweeps around for Morrigan's neck, the elder succubus backfalls, dropping toward the floor in an unnatural back bend. The scythe-like leg sweeps through the empty air before Morrigan, with unnatural grace, simply floats back upright afterward.

"Mm," Morrigan makes a noise. "So it is. I do hope you can at least make this entertaining since you interrupted dinner--" She closes the gap, reaching out to try and put her arms around Lilith. If she does, she pulls her in tight, pressing Lilith into her cleavage.

"And my fun later, too." She tries to pull Lilith into a vice-like grip then flips upside down, hovering without gravity, before attempting to suplex her through the table.

"So did Jedah get tired of playing with you? Or is this another of his errands?"

COMBATSYS: Lilith dodges Morrigan's Medium Throw.

[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ///////////////////////////// ]
Morrigan         0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0           Lilith

"Grr--sit still, damnit--how can you /move/ with those things anyway," Lilith is perturbed at her sister's speediness. However, while Lilith did not inherit her other half's more... generous qualities, speed did run in the family, as it turns out--as she slips out of her sister's bearhug at the second. Or well, boob hug. She'd likely become lost in there for a week.

"Pbbbttt! Think yer top-heavy, sis," Lilith jumped back and her right foot went out again, reforming as a pendulum blade this time, trying to rake it up the larger succubus's right side!

COMBATSYS: Morrigan dodges Lilith's Quick Smash.

[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ///////////////////////////// ]
Morrigan         0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0           Lilith

Morrigan frowned slightly as Lilith slipped out of grasp, drawing back to reposition with a brief flap of her wings. Even as she did, the smaller succubus was upon her again, sweeping up with the pendulum-like blade to try and rake along Morrigan's side.

And yet, the elder succubus shifted to the side again, leaving the blade to slice through the empty air. "You think so? It seems just right for most, you know."

Morrigan kicks off, taking to the air before her wings twist, shaping like living fabric to form into a drill, driving downward. And, if Morrigan finds purchase, her wings unfurl again and back to her back, the larger succubus grinding her heel--just a little.

"Sassy as always, I see."

COMBATSYS: Morrigan successfully hits Lilith with Shell Pierce.
~~ Alluring Hit! ~~

[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ///////////////////////       ]
Morrigan         0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0           Lilith

"Can't catch me, Morri-chan--dragging around all that CAKE," Lilith is literally putting her thumbs into her ears and waggling her fingers while making funny faces at Morrigan, hopping from table to table away from her.

"Truth is, Jedah's gone underground, I'm on my own--but my body is fading, I'm gonna fade away soon," she then leapt toward what looked like a FULL LENGTH MIRROR on one side of the room, as Morrigan bared down on her with her giant drill. Lilith became superimposed with the mirror just as the high heeled boot-turned drill impacted--shattering the mirror into a thousand pieces!

Morrigan is then left... with silence, and a lot of broken mirror shards. Did her sister... really die? There's nothing on the ground except mundane shards of glass...

Of course, Morrigan Aensland may not notice that up from the shards of glass climb weird shapes--DOZENS OF TINY MINI LILITH CLONES are climbing up from the different shards, like they're pulling themselves out of a pool.

They all scatter around as a small team of them grab up a fork that's been knocked to the floor in the chaos, carrying it like a battering ram right towards Morrigan's high heeled foot!

"Ramming speed!" comes a chorus of tini, chipmunk-esque voices.

COMBATSYS: Morrigan dodges Lilith's Toe Pierce.

[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  /////////////////////         ]
Morrigan         0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0           Lilith

"Don't be jealous, cupcake," Morrigan says, twirling sea-green hair around her finger. Lilith mentions her predicament, and Jedah. The older succubus frowns.

"Is that so," Morrigan says, her reaction subdued. "I did wonder where he got off to. Probably seeting some sort of grand design or another again. Some complex plot that will 'only' take two-hundred years this time."

Morrigan redirects, turning to chase Lilith with her downward spiral, shattering the mirror to pieces. She grinds one fragment under her heel.

"Mm. Where did you get off to, you cheeky little--"

Suddenly, there are miniature succubi, even more so than Lilith's usual state. With a sigh, Morrigan flips her hair.

"This is new," she says, "but not in a way I like." She steps back, narrowly avoiding a fork to the foot--then she pulls her leg up and goes for the field-goal kick on the nearest one.

COMBATSYS: Morrigan successfully hits Lilith with Medium Kick.

[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ///////////////               ]
Morrigan         0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1           Lilith

"Oh shi--" one of the Mini-Ls that had tried to drive the fork into Morrigan's leg was pushed backward as her heeled boot turned--winding up getting kicked right across the fucking room!

"Ahhh---you biiiitch!--" before getting SPLATTERED against a far wall, which was made of hardwood and shiny. It is not so shiny anymore. All around, the Mini-Liliths are stumbling over items kicked over in everyone's hasty departure from the restaurant, or are screwing around and gawking at Morrigan defending herself from the Succubit horde.

Across the room, a few of the Mini-Liliths are drawing back the bow-string on one of the Mini-Ls that has hunched down and formed her wing into a huge (for them) bow, turning it into a ballista!

"Fire!" the command goes out, and a large glowing green soul energy arrow goes flying right for Morrigan's temple!

COMBATSYS: Lilith successfully hits Morrigan with Mystic Arrow.

[   \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  //////////////                ]
Morrigan         1/-------/=======|=======\===----\1           Lilith

Morrigan seems to be expecting more ground work from the Succubits, bumping one with her foot. "Is this a side effect of your little dilemma, little one?" She rolls that thought around for a moment, realizing the bad choice in phrasing. "Or has Dohma been experimenting even more with my--"

The arrow clockes Morrigan in the side of the head, perhaps she let her guard down. Perhaps this too was as planned. Perhaps, just maybe, she's decided to have some fun with Lilith.

In any case, it seems poorly timed, as Morrigan falls backwards--possibly dangerously for the miniature Darkstalkers and winds up sprawled upon floor.

COMBATSYS: Morrigan takes no action.

[   \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  //////////////                ]
Morrigan         1/-------/=======|=======\===----\1           Lilith

Morrigan is BONKED off the head with the arrow, glancing off her, but definitely packing a punch--the Mini-Lilith's down below screaming and scattering as the towering form of the adult succubus comes crashing down! SQUISH. And then are silenced.

When Morrigan awakes, she's in for a bit of a... rude awakening, so to speak. Well, for one thing she can't really move.

The Mini-Liliths have surrounded the giant form of their older sister and lashed her to the floor with floss, duct-rape, string, literally anything they could get their hands on, and are amassed around her while a few gather at the edge of a nearby table.

Two of the Mini-Ls have formed a sort of trampoline for a third, who is bouncing up and down slowly at first, but begins to seem to get ready to... dive?

"She's used to be tied up, pretty sure--open wide!" two Mini-Ls on the side of her head then use both arms to try and pinch her nose shut, as they scramble up her cheeks--trying to get her to open her... oh no.

As the Mini-Lilith on the table is finally diving down, in a perfect diver's pose, even somersaulting through the air--as she tries to dive right down into Morrigan's gaped maw!

COMBATSYS: Morrigan dodges Lilith's Splendor Love.

[   \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  /////////////                 ]
Morrigan         1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0           Lilith

As Morrigan comes to, she finds herself at the mercy of a squadron of pint-sized pixies. Diminuitive demons. Snack-size succubi?

She shuffles in her makeshift restrains, wiggling a bit. "This is new. You do realize you're supposed to set a safe w--"

The Mini-Lilis set her up for an infiltration worthy of the Necronomicon--

Until a shadowy wing hand snakes around and catches the descending Lilith in its oversized grasp, shaped almost like a catcher's mitt due to its temporary breadth.

"I know plenty who are anxious to get inside me," Morrigan says, "but I do ask for dinner f--" She furrows her brow, eyeballing the Lilith she just caught, and it's attempted approach. Poor choice of words?

The winghand flicks the captured succubit, launching it like a bowling ball at a cluster of others as Morrigan starts to break free?!

COMBATSYS: Morrigan successfully hits Lilith with Aggressive Strike.

[   \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  //////                        ]
Morrigan         1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0           Lilith

"Ow--heyy, let go--" the Mini-Lilith in Morrigan's hand can't wriggle free, it's being tossed... again! It winds up splatting against one of the huge (to it) table legs, meanwhile the rest of the Mini-Ls surrounding Morrigan start to run in panic as she rises up, breaking free of the string and the duct tape and the floss. One even stops to point and cry out, "Oh the humanity!"

The others are knocked around by the sudden movement and woosh of force, especially from Morrigan's suddenly stomping heeled boots, trapping a few underneath and crushing them--because we haven't fit enough fetishes into this scene already!

Already, the Mini-Ls aren't looking too hot, they're suffering the same thing that the normal-sized Lilith was coming down with, which in this case is a bad case of death. They amass and try the bow-slingshot trick again--this time launching one of their own directly at Morrigan's face!

COMBATSYS: Morrigan interrupts Fling from Lilith with Darkness Illusion.

[     \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >                                ]
Morrigan         0/-------/-----==|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2           Lilith

Morrigan seems more annoyed than amused at the whole spectacle frowning as she boots another miniature monster away. "He really left you with no idea what to do with yourself, didn't he? So tragic," Morrigan says, sweeping back her sea-green hair again. "Well, if you are insisting of trying to rejoin me, well--"

She notices the catapult formation again and frowns. "I suppose it *would* get you out my hair, wouldn't it? ...perhaps literally too, at the rate you're going. Normally I'd say, I don't know where you've been, but--bottoms up, I suppose.

The miniature Lilith launches at Morrigan, and this time she does not intercept. Instead, she just opens her mouth, catches the thing, and in a macabre display, simply swallows it.

"I'm not risking any stragglers slipping up on me in my sleep, either."

A second Morrigan rises out of the shadows behind the "catapult team," sweeping her hand across the table and scooping them up. She pops them into her mouth.

"Blech," the first Morrigan says, sticking out her tongue. "This all seems in ... poor taste."

COMBATSYS: Lilith stares off into space, suddenly transfixed by a growing desire for Pizza Pockets.

[     \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Morrigan         0/-------/-----==|

COMBATSYS: Lilith can no longer fight.

[     \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Morrigan         0/-------/-----==|

"Oh snaaaaap--" the Mini-Lilith winds up passing right through Morrigan's lips--past the lips, over the gums, look out Succu-tummy, here we come!

There is a sort of muffled screaming from inside Morrigan's mouth and throat as the Mini-L is tumbling down--likely winding up all the way in her stomach. The insides of her stomach might protude through the leotard, here and there--rumbling noises coming from inside there, along with the screaming continuing--before it dies down.

All the remaining Mini-Lilith's around however, give eachother a high-five before Morrigan also snatches them up--with accompanying screeching, before dying away.

Well, that seemed a little pointless... or did it...

Meanwhile down in the depths of Morrigan, the last Mini-Lilith is lingering likely, in darkness--now more a spiritual form as the facade that was it's body has faded away. It's taken a while to reach this point, but if her theory is correct, then maybe she avoid fading away entirely...

Just maybe.

The two Morrigans walk parallel, sliding together in what looks like a living animation error, for just a moment, but then they're one as she dusts herself off and makes her way toward the door.

"What a hassle..." Morrigan covers her mouth. "Perhaps that was too much? ---mm. It did seem like a waste."

Lady Aensland sighs to herself. "I suppose I'll have to head to the castle library again. If only reading in that dusty place wasn't so droll..."

The succubus disappears into the shadows from whence she came.

Log created on 17:53:52 04/11/2021 by Lilith, and last modified on 00:46:21 04/16/2021.