As Damian's demonic lust reached its zenith, he decided that a mere physical union was no longer enough. He resolved to push Serafina toward an Ultimate Consequence—a threshold from which no human can ever return.
The Accursed Transformation
The Dark Bite: Damian suddenly ceased his movements and brought his face inches from Serafina's throat. His eyes were no longer red; they had turned an abyssal, hollow black. He sank his fangs deep into her neck. But this was no mere bite; he began to siphon the very life force from her veins.
The Black Ichor: After draining her strength, Damian bit into his own wrist. Instead of blood, a thick, black, supernatural liquid began to ooze out. He pressed his torn wrist against Serafina's lips and commanded in a rasping, hollow voice, "Drink, Serafina! Consume my essence. Only then will you see the dark world beyond this pain."
The Death of Mortality: As Serafina involuntarily swallowed the ghostly ichor, a thousand volts of electricity seemed to surge through her. Her veins turned a vivid blue, standing out against her pale skin. She felt her heart stop, yet she did not die. Instead, something terrifying was being born within her.
Damian licked the remnants of the black blood from the corner of her lips and erupted into a diabolical laugh.
"Now, you are no longer just a mortal woman. You are my counterpart—The Ghost Queen of De Villiers. From this moment on, the sunlight is your enemy, and this eternal darkness is your only home."
As she lay in his arms, Serafina felt as though her bones were being crushed to dust. She tried to scream, but no sound escaped her throat. Her eyes had turned a piercing, supernatural red—an exact reflection of Damian's.
The Frozen Tears
Serafina's silent, soul-wrenching agony echoed against the cold stone walls. She clutched Damian's marble-hard chest, trying to push him away with her fading strength.
"Why?" she gasped through her tears. "Why didn't you just kill me? I never wanted this cursed life... I wanted freedom..."
Damian remained unmoved. He cupped her tear-streaked face in his pale hands. He leaned in and licked the salt of her tears from her cheeks with a sense of predatory satisfaction.
"Freedom?" he whispered. "There is no freedom in my world, Serafina. Your cries are like music to my ears. Tonight, you lost your humanity, but in exchange, you gained a power no mortal possesses. Every tear you shed will now be a jewel in my dark empire."
Serafina slumped back against the pillows. She could feel the warmth of her human blood turning into a permanent, icy chill. Damian had turned her into a living corpse—his eternal, beautiful prisoner.
The Nightmare in the Mirror
The next morning, Serafina found herself in the massive Victorian bathroom. Her body felt alien to her. Looking in the mirror, she recoiled—the blue marks on her neck had darkened into permanent ink, and her irises shimmered with a faint, bloody hue.
She turned on the hot water, filling the room with steam. As she stripped away her ruined clothes, her body bore the marks of Damian's teeth and claws—the physical evidence of the night's savagery.
The Ritual of Cleansing:
As she stepped into the tub, she realized with horror that her body could no longer feel the heat of the water. Damian's blood had stolen her ability to feel warmth. She sobbed, scrubbing her skin raw with soap, trying to wash away the scent of his cold touch.
Suddenly, a handprint appeared on the steamed-up mirror. On the glass, an invisible finger traced a single word: "ETERNAL."
"No matter how much you wash, Serafina," Damian's voice echoed off the tiles, though he was nowhere to be seen, "every cell of yours is now saturated with my essence. Water can cleanse your skin, but the mark I left on your soul will never fade."
The Bathroom Predation
Serafina stood shivering as she dried herself, but the temperature suddenly plummeted to sub-zero. Damian's silhouette manifested behind her in the mist. Before she could react, he wrapped his ice-cold arms around her waist, crushing her against his hard, naked chest.
He suddenly reached down, hoisting one of her legs up and gripping her thigh with a crushing strength that made her wince. He began to lick her skin from her ankle upward with his long, serpentine tongue.
"Leave me be..." she wailed. "Please, just for today, give me peace."
Damian looked up, his eyes filled with the thrill of a hunter. "Peace? Your attempt to stay 'pure' this morning has only excited me further, Serafina. Every curve of this body is now thirsty for my touch."
He pinned her against the cold tiles, his hand tangled in her wet hair, forcing her head back. The heat of the steam was now being replaced by the fire of his demonic lust.
The Shattered Reflection
Damian was not willing to wait to reach the bed. He pressed her harder against the freezing wall. Serafina's back felt the bite of the cold tiles while the front of her body burned from the friction of Damian's massive frame.
"Can you hear it, Serafina?" he laughed into her ear. "The way your heart hammers? Is it the sound of fear... or is it desire?"
Without warning, he took her again, his rhythm more violent and unpredictable on the slippery floor. Serafina's cries echoed in the enclosed space, bouncing back into her own ears. The running water of the shower mixed with the black ichor and her own blood, creating a gruesome sight on the floor.
He forced her to surrender to his gargantuan strength. The pressure of his supernatural power grew so intense that the massive bathroom mirror finally cracked and shattered into a thousand pieces.2. Demonic Possession:
Before Seraphina could utter a single word, Damian once again thrust his massive member into her with a violent force. Because of the slippery bathroom floor, Seraphina kept losing her balance, but Damian held her even tighter, continuing his hellish and rhythmic assault. Seraphina's screams of agony echoed against the enclosed walls of the bathroom, ringing back into her own ears like a haunting melody.
3. A Symphony of Blood and Water:
The shower was still running. In that stream of hot water, the crimson blood from Seraphina's body and the strange black liquid from Damian's form merged to create a gruesome sight. Damian flicked out his unnervingly long tongue and began to lap at the raw bite marks on Seraphina's shoulders. With every punishing thrust, he reminded her that no matter how much she tried to wash herself clean during the day, she was, in reality, the eternal property of the King of Shadows.
Seraphina tried to claw at the walls with both hands, but Damian tore them away and forced them around his own neck. He compelled her to stop fighting his monstrous power and instead surrender completely. At one point, unable to withstand the intense pressure, the bathroom mirror shattered into a thousand jagged pieces, yet Damian's cruel game did not stop.
Seraphina felt her consciousness drifting into a deep, dark void. She realized with terrifying clarity that Damian wasn't just claiming her body—he was systematically dismantling her mind and soul.
The Puppet's Debut
When Serafina finally went limp, losing consciousness in his arms, Damian laughed a hollow, triumphant laugh. He carried her wet, unconscious body back into the bedroom.
Using his powers, he dressed her like a living doll.
The Cursed Attire: A blood-red velvet gown flowed over her body without a single touch.
The Serpent's Coil: He draped an ancient diamond necklace, shaped like a snake, around her throat, hiding—yet accentuating—the marks on her neck.
The Awakening: Standing behind her, he pulled her head up by her hair to face the vanity mirror. "Wake up, my Queen," he whispered. "Tonight is not for sleeping. Tonight, I introduce you to the dark guests of this palace."
With a flick of his fingers, a jolt of energy snapped her back to consciousness. Serafina gasped, looking at her royal reflection. She looked like a queen, but inside, she felt like a hollow shell.
Damian pulled her to her feet with a cruel grin. "Come, Serafina. Tonight is your coronation in the court of hell. Everyone shall see how mad this Mafia Ghost is for his most prized possession."