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**Warning: Content Advisory**

This fanfic contains sensitive and serious themes that may be difficult for some readers. If you are uncomfortable with topics such as [Violence, moral questionable behaviors, explicit contents and many others], it's advisable to reconsider reading further. Your well-being is important to me, and i encourage you to prioritize your emotional health. Take care, and thank you for understanding.

This short tale is placed fourth months after Darius went M.I.A.

Pride: The Morning Star

Seed of Divashma: Vinca how are doing?

Vinca: Nothing that you should know!

Seed of Divashma: Right stubborn, stubborn and more stubborn lady pride the proudful one.

Vinca is aware of being described by everyone who know or heard about her, as a woman who personifies the sin of pride. To quote a fashion magazine she had read out of boredom: Vinca demeanor radiates an unwavering sense of self-worth, as if she were the embodiment of pride itself. With every step, she exudes an air of superiority, her posture erect and her gaze piercing, as though she holds herself above all others. Her words are laced with haughtiness, and she rarely acknowledges the accomplishments or opinions of those around her, firmly ensconced in her own elevated self-image. It's as if pride courses through her veins, shaping her every action and word. Of course she is proud of herself, she is the prodigy child, an internationally successful successful model, she and Deadly Sin circus are the hottest and most popular act in all of U.S.A., the nightmare and terror of the demons who can only obey them or die . She then looks at her wonderful, sweet and beautiful woman Dracaena sleeping peacefully. Vinca smiles, seeing Dracaena sleeping peacefully. She can't help but be filled with pride for her lover. They have been together for so long, and she has never met anyone who could make her heart beat faster like Dracaena does. She reaches out and caresses Dracaena's hair, trying her best to resist the temptation to wake her up, so she goes to at the windowsill reflecting on the events of the last few days...

Vinca: I look at Dracaena, I feel my pride fade away. What if she doesn't love me anymore? What if she finds someone else, someone more worthy?

I push these doubts away, but they lurk in the back of my mind, like a demon waiting to strike. I realize then that love isn't just a feeling. It's a choice, a decision to cherish and appreciate the person in front of you, flaws and all. And I choose to love Dracaena with all my heart, because she deserves it.

Seed of Divashma: Then why are so small, afraid of your own shadow and always two step away to give up everything? Oh, wait now i got it, effectively since you caught Yvette comforting Dracaena after your mishap days ago that lead this night, so the things are...

You are afraid to lose yout best friend Yvette because you never realized her feelings about your girlfried and you're kicking yourself, consider yourself a blind fool and and an almight idiot since then.

Alternatively, you are afraid that Dracaena will see you in this pathetic state and dump you for someone better than you, maybe your best friend Yvette.

The combination of the above options.

Vinca: F*** you! Who are for telling me this? You know who i am? I am Vinca! I'm Pride Sin Assassin and....

Seed of Divashma: Someone who need help, luckly for you, my creator and your benefactor Tyrant Darius gift you with me and implant me in you throught...i can't say it, this is spoiler!

Vinca: How? Why? What do you mean? Explain yourself because you're kinda losing me here.

Seed of Divashma: Of course, my creator Tyrant Darius is very grateful of the fact that you're protecting his girlfriend and him from his `so called friends`, so he gift you with the possibility to free you from all your foolish chains whose name are morality, restraints, shame and leaving behind all your regrets and dread. You can finally take what is yours! Money, foods, clothes, animals and you can be the wife for Dracaena...and for Yvette.

Vinca: Yvette? What does all this have to do with her?

Seed of Divashma: ARE YOU DAFT VINCA WREN!?! Oh, i'm sorry you got difficult days and nobody to confide but don't worry merge with me, become your true self and you can love them as they deserve and they'll love you as you deserve as well and as bonus you will have the power to steal souls, use them in any ways you want!

Vinca reflected at the Seed of Divashma's enticing proposition, the words echoing in her mind like a haunting melody. The promise of true self-discovery and unconditional love stirred conflicting emotions within her. The idea of merging and gaining unimaginable power tempted her weary soul, yet the darkness of stealing souls gave her pause.

Seed of Divashma: Why resist? Embrace your true self. Imagine the power you could wield, the love you could experience without limits.

In that moment of contemplation, Vinca grappled with the choice between surrendering to the allure of forbidden power or reject it.

Vinca: But at what cost? Is the promise of power worth sacrificing the essence of who I am?

The Seed of Divashma reveled in its subtle influence, a quiet chuckle resonating within the recesses of its essence as Vinca's internal struggle unfolded. It patiently continued to weave its persuasive threads, subtly coaxing her towards the tantalizing prospect of merging and embracing the potent transformation that awaited her. The shadows of temptation danced around Vinca's thoughts, as the seed of Divashma sowed the seeds and nurture Vinca's dark desires.

Seed of Divashma: Vinca, dear Vinca, true freedom awaits when you yield to the shadows. Let it go, and the world will be yours to shape.

Vinca: Yet i'm still conviced by your offerings seed of Divashma.

Recognizing Vinca's lingering doubts and stubbornness, the seed of Divashma sharpened its influence, preparing to unleash a compelling dream, a carefully crafted tapestry of desires and aspirations. In the realm of slumber, it wove scenes of unimaginable power, unconditional love, and a self-realization that transcended any mortal constraints.

Dream sequence:

Worshipper 1: We worship you, Goddess Vinca, we follow your teachings and abide by your laws!

Worshipper 2: Our love and adoration for you are boundless, Your Excellency! We are honored to be in your presence!

Vinca, sitting on her throne, smiled warmly at her followers, feeling their love and devotion. She spoke in a calm and loving tone.

Vinca: Thank you, my lovelies. It warms my heart to know that you are so faithful to me. Your devotion and obedience bring me great joy. You have brought me a gift worthy of my divine power. I thank you for this prisoner whose ability to control plants shall be of great use in overseeing my kingdom.

She motioned to the prisoner.

Vinca: Come forward, prisoner. What is your name and where do you hail from?

The man ignored her question and fight for his life by impaling her with a tree but she casually block his attack and het body shifted into a flowing slime, covering the man like a cocoon. The man is stunned by the display of power.

Prisoner: What magic is this?

Vinca is amused by the man's confusion. She replies in a patronizing tone.

Vinca: This is the manifestation of my divinity, fool. You should be grateful that I'm allowing you a glimpse of my true power. Now, it's time to be assimilated by me.

The man struggles to break free of the viscous slime that envelops him, his desperation growing with each passing moment. Vinca is amused by his futile efforts. She speaks in a tone that conveys both disdain and pleasure.

Vinca: Are you really so foolish to think you can defeat me? I am a goddess and you are but a mortal. Your struggles amuse me, so continue struggling, I will allow it. She smiles, relishing in the man's helplessness.

The man continues to struggle but his efforts are futile, the worshippers are captivated by the man's futile and pathetic attempts to break free from the goddess's grasp. They watch his efforts with sadistic glee, mocking him as he struggles.

Worshippers 3: Useless fool. See how helpless you are against the power of our goddess.

They enjoy the display of the man's hopeless situation. Vinca continues to revel in her power and watches the whole situation with amusement.

Vinca: Be entertained, my worshippers, take pleasure in this man's weakness!

She says, enjoying the suffering of the man. The man continues to fight, but his effort is futile. He tries to escape but is held firm by Vinca's power. His blows have no effect on her, and he grows weaker with each blow as his energy is drained by Vinca's absorption. The worshippers, however, are enraptured by the scene. They watch in silence, mesmerized by the power of their goddess and the man's futile struggles.

Worshipers: See how helpless the mortal man is against the power of the divine Vinca.

One of the worshippers says, delight in their eyes.

Worshipers 4: is life force is being used to nourish the divine power of our Goddess.

The man's power is slowly absorbed, his life force fueling the power of the goddess. The worshippers watch in awe as the man's power is slowly assimilated by the divine power of their goddess. Once the man's power is fully consumed, the goddess Vinca rises from her throne and smiles. She speaks in a commanding tone to her worshippers.

Vinca: It is done. I have absorbed the power of this foolish mortal and now it is mine. I shall now create a kingdom that is beyond mortal comprehension, fueled by the power of my plants. You, my loyal worshippers, shall be the rulers of this kingdom, and I will be your patron goddess.

The worshippers cheer, delighted at her decision to create a kingdom that exceeds the mortal realm. Then the dream shifts and Vinca is in a large double bed all made of gold and the bones of her enemies. Together with her are deadly Yvette and sweet Dracaena naked and enjoying a talk about their day: conquered lands, enemies slayed and tributes from worshippers. Dracaena is reclining on the bed, a mischievous look on her face. Yvette, on the other hand, is sitting upright, leaning on one elbow and eyeing Dracaena with a playful smile.

Yvette: It's been a good day, my dear Dracaena. We've taken some impressive territory and received some wonderful tributes. But that's not all we'll be getting tonight. I know you have something on your mind, Dracaena.

Yvette winks and wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

Dracaena: Oh, do I now?

Dracaena replies with a sultry chuckle, as Vinca asked what's in her mind Dracaena kiss both of them, the atmosphere in the room is charged with desire and anticipation. Vinca and Dracaena remove their clothes with a playful smile, feeling the heat of Yvette's body behind them. As the women undress, their eyes are locked on Yvette, who returns their gaze with a playful, provocative smile.

Yvette: Are you ready for tonight, ladies?

Yvette asks, her voice slightly husky with lust. They all lay on the bed Vinca and Dracaena kiss each other wildly and With Yvette's enthusiastic rubbing, Dracaena lets out an excited gasp.

Dracaena: This is such a wonderful night, my wives.

She purrs in ecstasy, her pleasure evident in her voice.

Vinca: Let's give each other all our love and affection.

Vinca pulls Dracaena closer to her, their lips lock in a passionate kiss as they are lost in their moment. At the same time, Yvette leans in and starts kissing Dracaena's neck and shoulders. It is a time of passion, pleasure and contentment. Yvette reached out her hand and grabbed ahold of the tip of Dracaena’s tail. She began to massage it with her fingers, tracing circles around the scaly skin. She then brought it closer to her and slowly began to lick the tip sensually.Vinca stepped up behind Dracaena and placed her hands on her breasts. She started to massage them tenderly, sending waves of pleasure through Dracaena’s entire body. As she did this, Dracaena reached her hands around and began to return the favor to Vinca, slowly massaging her breasts. Then Dracaena is enveloped in the warm embrace of Vinca and Yvette, their bosom acting as a comforting pillow. The sensations she feels as their hands massage her head are simultaneously pleasurable and soothing. As she is surrounded by the two women, Dracaena feels loved, supported, and cherished. As she allows herself to completely relax, she feels her mind and body becoming more attuned and grounded, Dracaena's tail enwraps Vinca's bottom, a wave of pleasure shoots through her. At the same time her hands work magic on Yvette bottom, massaging and squeezing it.

Vinca: Oh, my dear Dracaena, your touch is sublime.

Vinca smiles, feeling both the warmth of Dracaena's tail and the delight of Yvette's touch.

Yvette: I'm glad you enjoy it, Vinca and Dracaena. But I have something further in mind for both of you.

Yvette responds with a sly grin, the tone of her voice sends a shiver of anticipation through Dracaena. Vinca summons her peafowl tail, the room fills with the sound of rustling feathers. The peacock is a symbol of royalty and perfection, and its presence adds a sense of decadence and luxury to the scene. Yvette, on the other hand, is not one to be outdone. She summons her nine-tailed fox, a symbol of passion and seduction. The nine tails of the fox are a sight to behold, sending a shiver of desire through Dracaena. The sight of both the peafowl and nine-tailed fox only intensifies the sense of anticipation and desire in the room. As the peafowl and nine-tailed fox keep Dracaena still, Yvette and Vinca take charge. Their skills and experience are on display as they sensually massage and kiss Dracaena, leaving her breathless with desire. The room is filled with sounds of pleasure and delight, as the women work their magic on Dracaena. The atmosphere becomes more charged with each passing moment, as Dracaena's breath becomes more rapid and her moans more intense. As the women's attention is focused on Dracaena, it's as if the rest of the world melts away, and all that matters is the pleasure.

Vinca: Freedom, love, absolute power...all mine!!!

In the ethereal realm of dreams, Vinca's resistance crumbled beneath the weight of the seed of Divashma's persuasive vision. Seduced by the allure of power and unconditional love, she eagerly embraced the shadowy tendrils that promised to redefine her existence. As the merging process commenced, an otherworldly energy enveloped Vinca, uniting her essence with the potent force of the seed of Divashma

Dream end.

In that pivotal moment, the boundaries between Vinca and the seed of Divashma blurred, creating a merging that echoed with newfound strength and mysterious potential. The dream's intoxicating symphony became a reality, and Vinca, now intertwined with the seed of Divashma's essence, stood at the threshold of a transformative journey into the realms of both darkness and unimaginable power.

Vinca: I AM PRIDE THE MORNING STAR!!! Everyone and everything will knee before, the weak shall be cleansed of all it's weakness, i will strip and assimilate the power of the unworthy and i will create an army that will conquer the world!!!

Tyrant Darius: I'm happy you love THIS much my gift.

Vinca: Darius, you goddamn shitting fuc* idiot, you have the slightest idea how worried Fang is?

Tyrant Darius: I know, i talked to her in her but as much i desire to be her right now but first Kozholok must die otherwise we can never be together forever.

Vinca: Touché but why are you contact me? Isn't for chit chat for sure.

Tyrant Darius: Clever as ever Vinca, first i want to thank you for protecting Fang, second like you said you will go to create an army worth of you and your future kingdom, third defeat and assimilate Nitsa so you can become the Pride Demon Goddess and oh fourth from this night and onward you will me call Tyrant Darius the Dark Prince, the Lord of Excess, the Master of Pleasure and Perfection Incarnate.

Vinca: I can simply call you Tyrant Darius? Your name is kinda mounthful to remember and pronounce.

Tyrant Darius: You can do it my friend, but for everyone else other than you (deadly sin of circus, night of sin circus and our loved ones) they will be annihilated, obliterated and swept away!!!

Vinca: A bit theatrical my sovereign.

Tyrant Darius: I blame your sister for the bad influence, still mark my words Vinca, you and our fellow friends aren't my subordinates but my fellow Demon Deity Sovereigns. Now go, became what you meant to be.

With Tyrant Darius gone to do his business Vinca proced to go find, strip and assimilate the power of the unworthy. So Vinca stood and waited, hidden in the shadows, his mind racing. He knew that Lucio would come around the corner, completely unaware that he was about to face Vinca, a being more powerful than he could fathom. As soon as Lucio appeared, Vinca stepped out of the shadows and used his paralyzing abilities to stop him in his tracks. Then, with lightning-fast precision, he broke Lucio's arms and legs, ensuring he was immobilized.

Vinca: Foolish mortal, i have come for your power Vinca spoke, his voice dripping with malice. Don't waste your breath, human. Your pleas are meaningless to me.

With a mocking tone, Vinca spoke, his gaze locking onto Lucio's with an unflinching stare.

Vinca: I am Pride the Morning Star, a being far beyond your comprehension. And your power? It is merely a trinket in my eyes. I take what I want, and you have no say in the matter.

The look in Vinca's eyes showed that she was fully committed and utterly merciless. As she spoke, she created a tongue from her shadow and it lapped at Lucio's flesh like a hungry wolf, Vinca's tongue continued its relentless licking, Lucio's struggles and defiance gradually began to fade. He could feel his strength fading, and his will to resist weakening.

Vinca: So, what do you have to say now? Where is your defiance, your fighting spirit? Or have you finally realized the hopelessness of your situation?

The question was more a taunt than a genuine inquiry. Vinca's dominance was absolute, and Lucio had no choice but to submit to it.

Lucio: I yield.

He finally relented, his voice barely more than a whisper. Vinca's malevolent grin widened as she commanded her shadows to methodically envelop Lucio, relishing in the impending demise and the absorption of his power. Vinca's chilling laughter echoed as Lucio struggled in the murky abyss of her shadows.

Vinca: Oh, Lucio, savor the illusion of escape. Sink into the darkness; your power will soon be mine, and your resistance, a mere memory.

She taunted, reveling in his futile efforts, Lucio, gasping for breath, managed a defiant glare.

Lucio: You won't break me.

He spat out, determination in his eyes. Vinca chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down Lucio's spine.

Vinca: Bravery in the face of defeat. How amusing.

She raised her hand, and the shadows responded, pulling Lucio even deeper into their inky grasp.

Vinca: Your resistance only adds to my delight!

As the shadows continued their slow, suffocating descent, Lucio felt his strength waning. Vinca leaned in, her voice a venomous whisper.

Vinca: Embrace the darkness, Lucio. It's futile to fight. Your power will become a part of me.

The air grew heavy with the impending absorption, and Lucio's struggles weakened. Vinca's eyes glowed with a dark triumph, relishing the moment she would assimilate not just his power but his very essence, as the shadows completed their conquest, Lucio's form dissolved into the darkness, his essence merging seamlessly with Vinca's malevolent power. Vinca, now imbued with newfound strength, threw her head back and let out a triumphant, echoing cackle that resonated through the night.

Vinca: Your essence now flows within me Lucio, a mere whisper in the symphony of my dominance. I am the night's mistress, the one who commands the unseen. Your feeble attempts to defy me were but an amusement, a fleeting moment in the grand tapestry of my supremacy, the shadows bow to my will, and now, so too shall the world.

With newfound vigor, Vinca, hide herself in shadows, set her sights on the horizon, her gaze sharp and hungering for the next source of power. A predatory smile curved her lips as she surveyed the world around her, seeking the next unsuspecting prey to add to her growing power arsenals.

Vinca: The night is vast, and there are many yet untouched by the grasp of my shadows.

She mused, her voice carrying an insidious undertone. Vinca, now a living embodiment of darkness, moved with an ethereal grace as she advanced into the unknown, ready to entwine her essence with the next unfortunate soul who crossed her path. The air itself seemed to quiver with anticipation as Vinca, Pride the Morning Star, embarked on her relentless quest for dominion, each step echoing the ominous rhythm of her insatiable thirst for power, sensed another powerful unworthy wielder of a good power Vinca,, approached with a calculated demeanor. With a sinister smile, she unleashed a shadowy tendril that wrapped around Maria a wielder of magnetic power, rendering her magnetic abilities inert. The air crackled with suppressed energy as Vinca reveled in her newfound advantage.

Vinca: Ah, Maria, Your magnetic `charm` is quite impressive, but in the realm of shadows, it pales in comparison. Your power now belongs to me, a mere puppet in my grand design.

Vinca purred, her voice dripping with malevolence, adMaria stood paralyzed, Vinca circled her, relishing the helplessness in Maria's eyes.

Vinca: You thought you could defy the inevitable, but here you are, ensnared by the very darkness you underestimated. How does it feel to be at the mercy of a superior force?

Vinca's taunts echoed in the stillness, the shadows amplifying her words as she continued to tighten her grip on Maria. Vinca, reveling in her dominance, extended a shadowy tendril with a swift, calculated motion, the inky appendage lashed out, cracking through the air as it struck Maria with an unsettling precision the shadows, now wielded as a weapon, left a chilling imprint on Maria's paralyzed form.

Vinca: As you embraced your magnetic power, now feel the darkness.

Vinca sneered, each word punctuated by the echoing impact of her shadowy lash. The atmosphere pulsed with an eerie energy as Vinca continued her taunts, the shadows coiling around Maria like a serpent tightening its grip, Maria, unable to move, could only endure the torment inflicted by Vinca's malevolent power, with a sadistic glint in her eyes, Vinca continued to assert her dominance, the shadows responding with an unsettling obedience to her every whim, with a sinister command Vinca summoned shadowy manifestations resembling bees, their forms flickering in and out of darkness, buzzing with an otherworldly menace, and descended upon the paralyzed Maria. The shadows bees, fueled by Vinca's malice, stung with an ethereal venom that amplified Maria's torment, Vinca, the puppeteer of this macabre spectacle, watched with cold satisfaction as the shadow bees surrounded Maria, creating a haunting symphony of buzzing and Maria's muted gasps.

Vinca: Your resistance is futile. The shadows obey my every desire, and now they hunger for the remnants of your strength.

Vinca declared, her voice cutting through the eerie chorus, as the shadow bees continued their relentless assault, the shadow bees, driven by Vinca's cruel command, intensified their assault, with sharp, spectral stingers, they struck Maria with a relentless fury, as the stings carried a venomous darkness that permeated her being, amplifying the pain and torment, Vinca, observing Maria's agony with a sadistic satisfaction, spoke with a chilling calmness.

Vinca: Feel the venom of shadows coursing through you, Maria. Your strength is now a conduit for my malevolence.

The night air echoed with Maria's stifled cries as the shadow bees continued their relentless onslaught and with a final, malevolent flourish, Vinca commanded the shadow bees to coalesce into a serpent of darkness, the ethereal creature slithered toward the tormented Maria, its form undulating with an ominous grace. As it enveloped her, the serpent tightened its shadowy coils, and with a haunting gulp, Maria was swallowed whole and return to Vinca so she can assimilated the essence of Maria's magnetic power, once finished she felt the surge of strength coursing through her. A wicked smile played on her lips as she absorbed the last remnants of Maria's abilities, the night bore witness to the unholy transformation, shadows and stolen power merging seamlessly.

Vinca: Now, Maria, your existence is but a fading echo in the symphony of my dominion. Your power is mine and your demise, a testament of the might of Pride the Morning Star!

Then she decide to go a underground arena know to host fights with superpowered peoples. The air crackled with anticipation as she entered the dimly lit venue, shadows clinging to her like loyal servants, q sinister grin adorned Vinca's face as she surveyed the diverse array of superpowered individuals gathered for the clandestine clashes.

Vinca: Ah, an arena ripe with potential prey, pyrokinesis, acidkinesis, metalkines...

She mused, her eyes glinting with the hunger for more powers to assimilate, as the battles unfolded in the darkened arena, Vinca became the silent orchestrator of her own conquest, choosing her next targets with a predatory precision, shadows coiled around her, awaiting the inevitable moment when she would unleash their consuming embrace upon those who dared to challenge her. The underground arena, once a battleground for the powerful, now became the stage for Vinca's insatiable quest for dominance, each confrontation a step closer to her becoming a Demon Goddess, as the announcer was going to say the winner, in a malevolent display of power, Vinca's shadows surged forth, expanding with an eerie swiftness to engulf the entire underground arena, the announcer's voice wavered, the shadows cast a suffocating darkness, rendering both participants and spectators motionless. Vinca, now the undisputed sovereign of shadows, extended tendrils of darkness that transformed into serpentine tongues and with an unsettling grace, these shadowy appendages slithered through the immobilized crowd, licking and lapping at each individual like twisted lollipops. A perverse amusement danced in Vinca's eyes as she reveled in the discomfort of those caught in the shadows' intimate caress.

Vinca: Savor the taste of submission.

She whispered, her voice echoing through the paralyzed arena, the eerie spectacle unfolded as the shadow tongues explored, leaving a trail of shivers and unease in their wake, the once-mighty contenders and spectators, now subjects to Vinca's macabre whims, could only endure the unsettling sensation, their powers absorbed, their will subdued by the shadowy enchantment, in this unholy display, Vinca further solidified her dominion, leaving the underground arena tainted with the mark of her dark and insatiable conquest. Not satisfied enough, Vinca summon shadowy hands that materialized with an eerie dexterity, these insidious appendages set to work, expertly tickling and tormenting the immobilized individuals in the arena, laughter, both nervous and forced, filled the air as the shadow hands explored the vulnerability of those ensnared. Vinca, the puppeteer of this twisted performance, watched with sadistic glee as mirthful sounds mingled with the discomfort of her captive audience.

Vinca: Enjoy the amusement, my prey.

Vinca declared, her voice cutting through the echoing laughter as the once-mighty, now reduced to helpless playthings, squirmed under the ticklish embrace of the shadows, their powers drained and their spirits broken by Vinca's relentless pursuit of dominance, un this perverse spectacle, Vinca's shadowy whims became the unyielding law, and the underground arena transformed into a haunting theater of her malevolent rule. Then Vinca's conjured shadowy hands with a new, punishing purpose. With a wicked edge to her laughter, she orchestrated a macabre dance of spanks, each strike accompanied by mocking coos that taunted the once-mighty individuals now subjected to her whims.

Vinca: Weaklings, useless, patetic waste of powers.

Vinca sneered, her voice a venomous whisper, the shadows, like cruel instruments, administered spanks that echoed through the paralyzed arena, mingling with the awkward laughter turned to uncomfortable gasps. Her dominance asserted, Vinca reveled in their vulnerability.

Vinca: Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

She taunted, relishing in the spectacle of those who once thought themselves powerful, now reduced to playthings in the shadowy hands of their merciless conqueror and the underground arena, once a place of fierce competition, now bore witness to Vinca's sadistic carnival, a nightmarish display where laughter and mockery intertwined in the haunting symphony of her absolute rule. In a crescendo of malevolence, Vinca summoned a monstrous shadowy maw that materialized in the midst of the paralyzed crowd. The nightmarish mouth opened wide, its grotesque appearance striking fear into those who could only watch, helpless and immobilized and with a predatory hunger, the shadowy jaws crunched down on the unfortunate individuals, consuming them like macabre candies. Vinca's laughter echoed through the arena as the assimilation of powers continued, each victim adding to her growing arsenal.

Vinca: Delicious.

She murmured, the shadows pulsating with newfound strength, the once defiant and powerful beings were now nothing more than echoes in the abyss of Vinca's dominance, the grotesque feast unfolded, Vinca, now closer to demonic godhood, stood at the center of the darkened arena, a triumphant force that had swallowed both will and strength, leaving nothing but the haunting echoes of her conquest, a chilling silence settled over the paralyzed arena, broken only by Vinca's ominous laughter echoing through the shadows.

Vinca: Behold me, the true victor, No one here can escape the grasp of my dominion.

She declared, as she fully assimilate them and their powers. Then the shadows coiled around her, carrying the echoes of sorrow and torment, as Vinca, ventured forth to recruit those worthy enough to become Pride Demons and members of her army, so she warped where according to Dracaena lies the secret database of all sin assassins and seer assassins: in the Mirror Maze at Paradox Museum, as she venturing Vinca seeks the secret database hidden there. Vinca found the main pc, she sit and proced to find and analyze the best sin assassins and seer assassins with the best superpowers, her fingers dancing across the keyboard, mutters to herself in the glow of the main computer.

Vinca: Let's see... sin assassins, seer assassins. Ah, here we go. Sorting by superpowers now. This should reveal the cream of the crop.

Her eyes narrow with focus as she sifts through the data, searching for the perfect blend of skills and abilities. Two sin assassin whom are guarding this place attack her.

Sin Assassin 1: Intruder! You won't leave this place alive.

Sin Assassin 2: Prepare to face the consequences of trespassing, Vinca!!!

Vinca, calmly issuing commands as she if allow anyone to ambush her.

Vinca: Shadows, ensnare them. Paralyze but don't harm.

The room darkens as her shadowy ally swiftly responds to her command, immobilizing the attackers without causing harm, Vinca, undeterred, continues her search amidst the subdued sin assassins.

Vinca: Now, let's get back to business. I need the best of the best for my army.

As the shadows maintain their hold on the attackers, Vinca delves deeper into the database, determined to recruit formidable allies for her cause.

Sin Assassin 1: What... what is this darkness? I can't move.

Sin Assassin 2: Vinca, you won't break us with your shadows.

Vinca, calmly issuing commands: Shadows, gently sap their willpower. We need them subdued, not broken. The shadows, following Vinca's command, delicately wrap around the sin assassins' heads, draining their willpower without causing harm.

Sin Assassin 1, with weakening voice: Vinca... What... are you doing?

Sin Assassin 2, struggling to resist: This... darkness is... too much.

Vinca: Shadows, keep gently drain their willpower until they submit.

Vinca, undeterred, continues her mission amidst the eerie atmosphere of the Paradox Museum's Mirror Maze, while the shadows feed the seed of Divashma. The weakened sin assassins, drained of willpower, are exposed to the corrupting influence of the seed of Divashma, dark energy emanates from the seed of Divashma, weaving its tendrils around the subdued assassins, transforming them into loyal servants of Vinca, the aspiring Pride Demon Goddess.

Sin Assassin 1 (voice now tainted): Vinca... our allegiance is yours.

Sin Assassin 2 (eyes glazed with corruption): We serve... the Pride Demon Goddess.

Vinca, empowered by their newfound loyalty, proceeds with her mission, a growing army of corrupted sin assassins at her command, her fingers continue to dance across the keyboard as she analyzes the sin assassins in the secret database. The glow of the main computer illuminates her focused expression:

1) Name: Seraphina Smith

Gender: Female

Powers: Illusion casting, telekinesis, and energy draining.

2) Name: Thorne Ford

Gender: Male

Powers: Blood manipulation, enhanced strength, and regeneration.

3) Name: Vespera Johnson

Gender: Bigender

Powers: Cryomancy.

4) Name: Harith Awolowo

Gender: No-binary

Powers: Venomancy.

And many others, Vinca satisfied with her selection, swiftly warps all the chosen sin assassins to her location within the Mirror Maze. With a calculated gesture, she employs her shadows to paralyze them, ensuring complete submission.

Vinca (commanding the shadows): Embrace the stillness, my chosen ones. Your allegiance to me is sealed!!!

Thorne Ford: Vinca, we are yours to command.

Seraphina Smith: The shadows... You guide us, mistress.

Harith Awolowo: Our blades await your will, Vinca.

Vespera Johnson: Souls entwined, we serve you, Pride the Morning Star.

So all the one hundred eleveen sin assassins, bound by the shadows and drained of resistance, speak with unified submission. Their once-independent voices now harmonize in a chorus of obedience, ready to carry out Vinca's dark desires within the mirrored labyrinth of the Paradox Museum. Vinca, then intones with authority. Vinca: Consume the seed of Divashma, let its essence merge with your being. Embrace the transformation, become the formidable hybrid Sin Demon Assassins you are destined to be. The Sin Assassins, entranced by Vinca's command, heed of seed of Divashma words, they all swallow the seed of Divashma.

Sin Assassin 1: What is this... power?

Seed of Divashma: Feel the shadows within you, merging, becoming one with me.

Sin Assassin 2: It's overwhelming, but... exhilarating.

Sin Assassin 3: Our voices, our spirits, they're merging.

Seed of Divashma: Unity is strength. Embrace the symphony of darkness that flows through you.

Sin Assassin 4: I can sense the shadows dancing within me.

Vinca: Embrace it fully. You are no longer individuals but a collective force bound by the power of Divashma and the power of you goddess Pride the Morning Star!

Sin Demon Assassins (in unison): We are one, sin demon assassins and perfection embodied.

Vinca's laughter echoed triumphantly through the transformed Sin Demon Assassins as their bodies underwent further metamorphosis, mutating their body in robot-like angels reminiscent of Shin Megami Tensei games. Glistening metallic wings unfolded from their backs, and ethereal circuitry traced patterns across their now cybernetic forms. Each assassin stood as a fusion of magic and machine, their once-human features replaced by a cyber-angelic body.

Vinca: Witness the perfection of your new forms, my Sin Demon Assassins. Revel in the pride of becoming instruments of my will. Together, we shall embark on a journey to conquer the world.

Sin Demon Assassins: Our consciousness intertwines in a surreal dance of magic and technology. Metallic wings extend from our backs, each circuit and gear humming with the essence of the seed of Divashma. We feel the power surging within us, a symphony of magic and mechanics harmonizing to the beat of our master's desires.

Pride swells within us as we gaze upon our perfected forms, a fusion of sinister elegance and cybernetic might. The world awaits our master absolute dominion, and our loyalty to Pride the Morning Star pulses as one heart is beating in our collective existence. We are no longer mere sin assassins; we are Sin Demon Assassins instruments of conquest, ready to cast our shadows across the world and fulfill the destiny that binds us to our master. Vinca led the Sin Demon Assassins to Red Canyon, in the crimson glow of the canyon, Nitsa awaited, a formidable force herself. Vinca's eyes glinted with determination as the clash between dark powers loomed.

Nitsa: Vinca, you dare challenge me alongside these useless minions?

Vinca (with a sinister smile): They are more than minions; they are the embodiment of my will.

The Sin Demon Assassins advanced, their forms casting ominous shadows. The air crackled with anticipation as Vinca confronted Nitsa, each move calculated to absorb the powers of her adversary.

Vinca: Your powers will become mine, Nitsa, and I shall ascend to become a Pride Demon Goddess.

The battle commenced, a dance of two demoness echoing through Red Canyon as Vinca sought to claim Nitsa's powers and ascend to a demon deity. The clash between Vinca and Nitsa unfolded in a symphony of power, each move met with a calculated counter as the Sin Demon Assassins watched, ready to obey their master's commands.

Vinca: You are a worthy adversary, Nitsa. But your powers will soon belong to me.

Nitsa (with a sly grin): You underestimate my strength. This battle is far from decided.

The canyon echoed with the resonance of their powers, creating an atmosphere of tension and anticipation. The Sin Demon Assassins, standing at the sidelines, remained poised for Vinca's next command, as the battle raged on, it became clear that this confrontation between Vinca and Nitsa was an intricate dance of power, each combatant evenly matched in their pursuit of dominance over the other. The outcome hung in the balance, a precarious equilibrium in the heart of Red Canyon. Then Vinca use the cryomancy to envelope Nitsa's form, freezing her body in an icy cocoon. Only Nitsa's head remained free, locked in a gaze with Vinca. The Sin Demon Assassins observed with their metallic eyes, the cold air carrying the weight of impending triumph.

Vinca: Frozen in your own power, Nitsa. A fitting metaphor for your defeat.

Nitsa: The cold won't shackle my spirit, Vinca.

Vinca: Let your defiance linger, for soon it shall be silenced. Meanwhile let's see how to punish you defiance.

Vinca decide to use her classic means to humiliate her opponent, reveling in her sadistic delight, summoned shadow dogs that circled Nitsa's frozen form. With gleeful mockery, they began to lick and lap at the ice as if it were a delectable treat. The Sin Demon Assassins joined in with a chorus of mocking tones, amplifying the humiliation.

Vinca: Enjoy the attention, Nitsa. Your icy prison seems to be a hit with my pets.

Nitsa's eyes burned with frustration, her frozen form unable to retaliate against the humiliating spectacle. The shadow dogs continued their mockery, casting an eerie contrast to the seriousness of the ongoing battle.

Sin Demon Assassin 1: Oh, look at the mighty Nitsa, frozen like a popsicle!

Sin Demon Assassin 2: Those shadow dogs have a taste for icy revenge, it seems.

Sin Demon Assassin 3 (mocking tone): Is this your grand plan, Nitsa? A chilling defeat?

Sin Demon Assassin 4 (cooing): Such a beautiful ice sculpture. Vinca's artistic touch is truly unparalleled.

Sin Demon Assassin 5 (sarcastically): I bet you never saw this cool twist coming, did you?

Their mocking coos and taunts echoed through Red Canyon, a surreal chorus that added insult to the icy imprisonment of Nitsa. The Sin Demon Assassins reveled in the spectacle. As Nitsa remained frozen, the shadow dogs, under Vinca's sinister command, bit into her form. The venomkinesis within their bites injected a dark poison, coursing through Nitsa's veins with a malevolent energy. The Sin Demon Assassins watched with eerie satisfaction as the venom took hold, intensifying Nitsa's vulnerability.

Vinca (with a wicked grin): A taste of my venomkinesis, Nitsa. A gift that keeps on giving.

Nitsa (weakened but defiant): Your tricks won't break me, Vinca.

The shadow dogs continued their assault, the poison weaving through Nitsa's frozen form, amplifying her suffering, the Sin Demon Assassins maintained their mocking coos, the air thick with the satisfaction of impending triumph in the hot depths of Red Canyon. Vinca tired of Vinca useless resistance, shrouded in her dark power, extended her shadows over Nitsa's frozen form. With a malevolent focus, she siphoned away Nitsa's willpower, leaving her as an empty shell, devoid of resistance.

Vinca: Your willpower is mine, Nitsa. A mere echo of resistance in the face of my dominion.

Nitsa, now hollow and defeated, gazed emptly into the abyss, then Vinca began the slow process of assimilating every aspect of Nitsa. The shadows extended further, wrapping around Nitsa's form like a consuming abyss. The Sin Demon Assassins watched in silent obedience as their master absorbed Nitsa's body, soul, mind, and powers.

Vinca: Become one with the me, Nitsa. Your essence is now mine to command.

Nitsa, once defiant, dissolved into the encroaching darkness, her existence erased as Vinca absorbed every fragment of her being. The canyon bore witness to the complete assimilation, a macabre transformation that left no trace of the defeated adversary, the Sin Demon Assassins, now imbued with fragments of Nitsa's powers, awaited their master's next command, their newfound strength derived from the Vinca ascension as Pride Demon Goddess. Vinca, having claimed victory, commanded the Sin Demon Assassins to rest within the comforting embrace of her shadows. They obeyed, their forms merging with the darkness as an eerie calm settled over them.

Vinca: Rest now, my obedient shadows. When the day of reckoning of our enemies, we shall begin our conquest.

The Sin Demon Assassins dissolved into the shadows, a silent and obedient legion awaiting the next call to darkness. Vinca, surrounded by the echoes of her laughter, embraced the tranquility of her victory, then suddenly Vinca is immersed in a vision of her triumphant future, she saw herself, Yvette, and Dracaena seated on thrones, adorned with offerings from their worshippers. The scene unfolded in a dark tapestry of power and dominion, a foreshadowing of their sovereignty that awaited them, fueled by the vision, howled a demonic laugh that echoed through the corridors of her red canyon. As the resonance of her laughter lingered, she returned home with the anticipation of the dark destiny that lay ahead.

Vinca, with a wicked grin: Long live to me, and to soon-to-be my wives and demon goddess sovereigns indeed.

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Huh, Not That Complicated After All

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Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut - this is just all smut. No plot. Shower sex, brief semi-public sex, fingering, overstimulation, edging, showerhead as vibrator, mentions of oral sex (f receiving). This can once again be blamed on Yvette. 😏

Summary: Dean figures out show to make shower sex not so complicated.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 1,312

A/N: In this post, @justagirlinafandomworld shared the pic above, and it gave me all kinds of smutty inspiration, so I had to go for it. 😊 Hope you all enjoy. 😁

The beautiful dividers below and at the bottom were created by @talesmaniac89.

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Y/N stepped into the steamy spray of water, grateful that the cheap motel they'd been forced into by a suddenly raging spring storm, at least had a very nice shower.

She was exhausted; her muscles ached, and small, purplish bruises dotted her skin. But none of the pains or marks came from the Vetalas whose nest she and Dean had taken down easily the day before.

It was all from the night that followed.

As sometimes happened, the hunt had energized and invigorated her boyfriend, making his gaze lustful and hot every time it landed on her. She was positive that even if the storm hadn't appeared out of nowhere, they would have ended up seeking a motel room for the night, unable to make it back to the bunker before the need for each other overtook them.

As it was, Dean's hands had stayed on her the whole time they were checking into the motel, and as soon as they'd left the office he'd pulled her into an alcove between buildings and given her her first orgasm of the night.

He'd pressed her against the peeling whitewashed boards of the detached motel office, jamming his knee between her thighs, and shoving his hand down her jeans. The rain pelted them, drenching them almost immediately, but she was grateful for it, as the pounding sound dulled the noise of her cries of pleasure as Dean plucked at the bundle of nerves at her center.

Kissing her hard, Dean wrapped his massive hand around her throat, squeezing ever so gently, but mostly using the grip to force her head to stay at the exact angle he wanted as he delved his tongue deep into the warm recesses of her mouth.

He kept her pinned there, pressing and pulling a climax from out of her body with the ease of an expert. As she came down, she realized she was clinging to him, mouth open and panting, her thighs still clutched tightly around his hand.

Dean didn't even bother to zip her jeans back up, just pulled his hand out of her body and grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her forward on wobbly legs to get to their room.

With the door barely closed behind them, he'd begun immediately peeling her sodden clothes from her body. Wet skin, cold air and Dean's rough, hot hands had all worked together to leave Y/N a shivering mess covered in goosebumps.

But soon Dean had warmed her, as he laid himself over her, covering her body with with the safety and security of his strength and power. Comfort and love flowed from his fingertips as he stroked her into endless pleasure, all night long.

Now, Y/N looked down at the bruises that dotted along the inside of her thighs, sucked into existence by Dean's sinful, succulent mouth, and felt a thrill of pleasure run through her at the memory of his broad shoulders pushing her legs open as he fell to feast on her like a starving man.

As the steam of the shower swirled around her, she let her hand fall to her still swollen clit, hissing slightly as she touched the sensitive, overworked bud. Her thumb ran over the slight stubble burn that decorated her inner thigh, and she fell back against the shower wall, eyes closed in remembered bliss.

She shrieked loudly and her eyes sprang open as she suddenly felt a hand covering her own where it rested on her soft mound of curls.

"Dean." She breathed before he silenced her with a slow lingering kiss. He used her own fingers to press against her clit, and she moaned raggedly.

"Dean, I can't." She panted. "I can't…anymore. I'm so- Unh! Fuck!" She gritted out the curse as Dean bent to take her left nipple between his lips, sucking it hard before pulling back to lick away the water sluicing over her skin.

"S'okay baby." He said, voice thick with desire. "I'm gonna take care of that."

Without further explanation, he opened a bar of cheap motel soap and lathered his hands up. Turning her gently so she faced the back wall of the shower, he began to work his strong fingers into her tired, spent muscles.

He spread the soap suds from her shoulders, down over her back, working out the tension there, before moving lower and paying special attention to her ass and upper thighs. She felt him get down on his knees behind her, and she peeked over her shoulder to watch him run his hands up and down her legs, fingers coming tantalizingly close to her core again and again.

Eventually he turned her to face him, still on his knees below her, as he began soaping up his hands once again. He scrubbed his blunt nails through the curls at the apex of her thighs washing away the residue of cum that remained from the night before.

Finally he stood and finished lathering her torso. When she was full of soap suds, he turned and pulled down the handheld shower head from where it sat on its anchor.

He clicked something on it, and the water pressure changed from a strong, forceful geyser of water, to a gentle, almost misting spray.

He used the delicate setting to slowly rinse away all the soap, leaving her skin feeling radiant and her muscles relaxed.

As he washed away the last of it, he lowered the wand of the shower head so that it soaked through the strip of soft curls between her legs. With his free hand he spread her lower lips slightly so that the warm, gentle spray tapped lightly against her clit.

Y/N gasped as she felt the tingling sensation spread straight to her core, and down her legs.

"You sure you don't have one more in there for me, sweetheart?" Dean asked huskily.

He jiggled the shower head in his hand, causing the water to vibrate against her sensitive skin and make her cut off a scream.

He leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "If you want, I'll stop."

But Y/N shook her head wildly, grabbing Dean's wrist and pressing the showerhead closer. "Fuck no." She choked out, making Dean chuckle wickedly.

"That's my girl." He praised. He spread her lips wider alternating between lightly spraying the water over her whole cunt, and aiming the jet of water directly at her clit and making her scream and lose her balance. Thankfully, Dean's heavy body held her up, his weight acting as an anchor pinning her in place.

Dean kept up the exquisite, gentle torture to the point that Y/N was begging him for release, tears of pleasure and need flowing into the steam and wetness from the shower on her cheeks.

Finally after edging her over and over, Dean pressed the showerhead tightly against her, the direct, ceaseless pressure on her clit sending her careening over the edge.

But as she came down, he didn't pull the water away from her. Instead, he kept it in place, quickly working her overly sensitive flesh into another orgasm, and then another immediately.

He held the showerhead where it was, pushing her over the brink again and again until Y/N was completely limp against him, her body spasming from endless pleasure.

Finally he pulled it away and shut it off. Y/N would have fallen to the shower floor if he hadn't scooped her up in his arms and carried her boneless body back out to the room. He wrapped their wet bodies up in the heavy cotton blanket on the bed.

As Y/N's head lolled against his shoulder and consciousness began to elude her, she heard Dean sigh softly and chuckle as he settled her more comfortably in his arms as he leaned back against the headboard.

"I'm installing one of those showerheads in the bathroom as soon as we get back to the bunker."

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