Who: Eve OT all
Where: Avarice
When: Sunday night
It was hard to remember that there'd once been a time when she could take the shape of any man's desire. Life had been easy back then. She'd spent her days basking in the slow chaos that unfolded around her wherever she went, in the freedom of uninhibited lust – the sexual awakenings and strong desires that took root to the exclusion of any other, in watching the descent of society from morally grounded to aggressive and passionate, crazed by a hunger to satiate the most primal of needs.
Or, that was what she
would have done had she had any skill at all at being evil. In the grand scheme of things, Eve wasn't sure where she landed, but she liked to think of herself as a black sheep, a rebel without a cause, the kid with issues taking shit from authority-figures. She had the potential to be very powerful. She could have brought whole armies of men to their knees, men who would have willingly relinquished their souls for one night of pleasure with her, but for one small,
obsessive flaw….
She'd perfected her devil-may-care (ha) aura centuries ago, and look what it had gotten her. She was a five hundred year old demon stuck in a barely-legal body. It wouldn't have been so bad, she supposed – after all, no matter what era, these silly humans had a carnal proclivity toward youth – but it
severely limited her ability to adapt to the job. Every time she thought about it, a little pout would mar her pretty mouth. Punished, all because she'd fallen in
love with a mortal. Okay, she supposed there was more to it than that. She'd been well on the path to making a name for herself, to reaping the rewards for defiling the soul of a truly
pious, truly
prominent man, but when confronted with the certainty that he would have given up everything in the face of her temptation, she was – as she so often had been in the past – incapable of damning him for all eternity. She'd even gone so far as to protect him from others of her kind, and
that was what had landed her here, stripped of all her shapeshifting abilities and tied to the earthly plane…until she could find a way to repent for her transgressions.
It sucked so hard, especially since she'd had to admit to herself that she wasn't exactly an evil mastermind. She had a devious streak a mile wide, and if she could have willed herself into raining down misery on the souls of innocents, she would have done it in a heartbeat. However, no matter how hard she planned these things out, it never turned out right. Something good – literally,
good - always seemed to come from her misdeeds.
The best laid plans of mice and men…. Oh well. It was a problem that could be solved another day. For tonight, a demon still needed sustenance, and only one thing could give Eve what she needed.