Colette

Just a taste.

Colette did not know who the man was just that was easy to seduce. Given his way of speaking over her and grabbing things from her hands she didn't feel that bad about giving him to Kalafi (her demon owner.)

It was different this time however, as the man laid before her, chained to her bed; Kalafi refused to eat his soul. "I want -you- to dear heart." 

The witch looked confused so Kalafi placed a hand on her chest, right over her heart "You must feel it, every passing day you use fel magic, a little more of your humanity dies. Take his." A waving gesture over the now awake and struggling man.

Colette waited for her conscience to speak to her, warn her of such a horrid act but...it never came all that did was memories; of anger at little things, the way she felt sick to her stomach when she saw a happy family while spying on others.

Moving slowly over the bed and man in it Colette nodded at Kalafi who said some words in demonic speech and that's when an ethereal thread came from the man's mouth, drifting in the air like a spiderweb.

She reached out and touched it and then Colette saw many things, a boy kissing a girl it was his first time, a boy scraping his knee but not crying. Finally after the memories were done filling her mind...she felt, happier, healthier and sated at least for now.

"Oh dear heart...you're becoming just like me...we shall enjoy ourselves won't we?"

The witch shuddered, what was she becoming.