Just a small log of Rhaena pacting with Nifilhema <3

Rhaena shrugs out of her robes, the soft angelskin pooling at
her feet, as she fixes her gaze on Lady Nifilhema, adoration and devotion alight
in her eyes.

Rhaena reaches behind her to loose her corset a bit, and opens
the busk, removing it.
Rhaena kneels on both knees in front of her, eyes on Nifilhema
as she begins to speak.

You say, "O, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty, Lady of the Amaranth. I bid thee to
allow me a pact with you, I offer my flesh, may you strengthen it through pain."

Rhaena reaches into her satchel and produces a wicked looking
gilded dagger. Gripping it tightly in her right hand she lets out a loud scream
as she uses it to peel back the skin on her left forearm, removing a decent
sized rectangle of flesh.

Rhaena she holds the flesh in both of her hands, head bowed in
supplication.

You say, "O, most beloved Queen! I offer you mine blood, that you may temper it
throught torment and agony."

Rhaena grits her teeth as she drives the dagger through her
forearm and begins to rip down, causing a hideous gash that gushes blood across
the ground. She lifts her arm high, letting the blood drip over her.

With a somewhat weak and shakey voice, you say, "O, Lady of the Weeping
Amaranth! I offer you mine soul, may I be forever damned with your blessing."

Rhaena bows her head in supplication once more, arms out and
palms up.

You prostrate yourself before Nifilhema, and profess your commitment to pain and
torture, begging the Queen of Insufferabale Cruelty to form a pact with you. You
are lifted into the air and scream as long needles are driven into your flesh.

Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty exclaims, "Oh, my darling Rhaena,
together we shall spread such beautiful, cruel pain that the angels will weep
and the souls of mortals will beg us for mercy!"

Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty sensually places a hot hand behind your
neck and draws you forward. With a smile, she leans in and kisses you on the
lips and white-hot pain explodes throughout your body, which convulses in
violent paroxysms. You feel sticky with blood.

The demonic hordes chant the name of Rhaena, as Nifilhema forms a pact with her
to torture the innocent and weak.

Bringing his talons together in soft applause, Iconoclast Gavriel says, "My, how
delightfully well done, Penitent. My most sincere congratulations on making your
Pledge to the Lady, I trust you will not fail Her."

Rhaena pushes herself up, tears of joy staining her cheeks as
she wobbles a bit, blood still dripping from her arm.

In a soft voice, you say, "Th-Thank you, Iconoclast."

Nicely done. Always fun to see the other side of things.

Stop making me want to convert.

Nifty nifty

Sweet!

Inspired by Rhaenom, I decided to try out this Nihilist business on an alt (the name of whom was substituted by the name of my main). Stupid Gorgulu didn't kill me like I expected, so I ended up just drunk and the ending was nowhere near as dramatic... should've just drunk myself to death.

You remove a shadowed shirt.

Synl boldly steeps into the congealing, decaying mass
collected on the ground here, striding deeper, closer to the Devourer.

Kneeling within the putrid slime, you rasp, "Dark tidings, Great Devourer. I
kneel before you now, within you, to pledge my eternal service."

Synl bends over further, and as his arms become covered by
the decaying rot, a slight hissing sound is heard.

Synl inhales sharply as the hissing grows increasingly
louder, releasing a deep bellow as the hissing reaches a powerful crescendo.

Synl stands up shakily, charred crystals falling freely
from his arms in a coarse rain.

Woozingly bringing a bottle to his lips, you rasp, "To unending thirst, Master!"

You take a long draught of demon's fire moonshine, hoping to quench your thirst. (x4)

You prostrate yourself before Gorgulu, and profess your commitment to disease
and plagues, begging the Devourer of Souls to form a pact with you. A noxious
gas rises up around you, coating your skin with a vile slime.

A gibbering voice swells in your head, filling your mind with incomprehensible
images and shapes.

A clawed arm stretches out from Gorgulu the Devourer of Souls and slashes you
across the chest with green talons. The wounds immediately begin to fester.

The demonic hordes hiss the name of Synl, as Gorgulu forms a pact of
abomination with him.

This Nihilist stuff looks super fun. I may have to send one of my inactive alts over to check it out.

I totally know who your alt is, Synl.

Well done. Sensual and sinfully delicious.