Lianne Vosphorae, Demon Witch...in training

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A long time ago, the Darkbreaker found himself in the thoroughly bewildered position of being enrolled in a magic academy as an Artifacts lecturer of all things.

The name of the world, and that of the school are known only to him, and the one member of his staff that came from there, the amateur demon-witch Lianne Vosphorae.

Back then, however, she was neither a demon, nor nearly as outgoing and fun-loving as she is now.

Back then, however many centuries ago, Lianne was the walking stereotype of the classic bookworm. She was forever searching through the tomes of lore within the school's arcane library in search of rarer and more exotic forms of magic. In her classes, she was the target of much jealousy, as despite her antisocial and quiet demeanor, always staying apart from her classmates, Lianne still always came first in all areas of academia.

Unfortunately, that was about all she was good at. Though she lived and breathed arcane lore, more specifically, the lore concerning forbidden and taboo arts, like summoning, transformations and the like, because of the nature of her preferred area of study, she was shunned by many of her peers, considered a strange, weird girl with an unnatural fascination with the supernatural.

The reason for her strange obsession lay in the weak body she had born with. Cursed with a rare disease from birth, as a result of her own mother's exposure and use of several experimental magics in her younger days, Lianne was incapable of strenuous physical exercise, and had difficulty even climbing steps in a hurry.

Thus, she searched for ways to cure herself, anything that would make her stronger, anything that would counter the natural disadvantage of her current state.

And she found it, in the arts of demonic summoning.

Ancient runes spoke of a method of channeling the power of demons from the Netherworld, unknown to Lianne as one of the outer reaches of the dark god Hades' domain. WIth this technique, it was said to be possible to obtain the physical characteristics and to an extent, the power of the channeled demon. There were even ways to make the change permanent if so desired.

To Lianne, it sounded like a godsend.

And so she sought to summon a demon that would appeal most to the new body she had always fantasized about owning. A form of perfection and flawless beauty, one that would appeal to any man who saw it, and possibly even some women. A form perfect enough to possibly even melt through the cold ice surrounding her heart's deepest, most secret desire, the handsome monochrome stranger that had appeared to the academy all those months ago, and who even now held the rank of Artifacts Lecturer within the campus' academic staff.

Being a woman, it was only natural that she choose the form of a succubus. After all, despite her inexperience, and near mortal fear of the opposite sex, she DID still have a slight streak of vanity.

It was only halfway through the summoning process, far too late to back out, that she realized that she had made a grave error.

It had never occurred to her, that the man she loved, always so enigmatic and withdrawn, might be a being that defied all laws of physics simply by existing. Nor did she realize that something even as powerful as him, might have even more terrible enemies.

Enemies that were simply aching for another chance at tearing him apart.

And for a talented summoner like herself, with a body already steeped in magic, to open a path to herself, on the same PLANET as the Darkbreaker, was like tearing a hole in the wall separating a pirahna aquarium from a summer break pool party.

For an instant, as her magic sought to finish a connection with the Underworld, she became aware of some...thing watching her, crushing her beneath the very force of it's gaze. An incomprehensible being, so vast that she realized with a jolt of terror that she could barely see even the slightest fraction of it, so far outside the boundaries of what could possibly exist that, for a moment, her mind almost broke under the strain of attempting to understand just what the thing before her, around her, beneath her and behind her all at once really was. For an instant, she could only stare helplessly in fear up at the sickly yellow glow of those four inhuman and cold eyes.

And then it was gone, the eyes vanishing as the crushing vastness of the thing disappeared, effortlessly fading back into the darkness between planes.

But before she could even catch her breath, Lianne was treated to the harsh discovery that the incomprehensible existence she had just encountered was not the only monster that roamed the void.

She didn't even know what it was that simply...appeared out of the strange void outside of her plane of existence, only that inflicted upon her a sense of incredible terror, and a feeling of pure, unrestrained evil.

For an instant, she caught a glimpse of a truly demonic smile, razor-edged fangs laughing madly in the dark, and then it was gone, ripping apart her carefully constructed barrier wards.

In that instant, what felt like the entire demonic plane stampeded into her consciousness through the open gate, her body collapsing to the ground with blank agony in her suddenly dim eyes, jerking spasmodically as hundreds of fell beings screamed and roared, tearing each other apart for dominance of this new host, the inhuman laughter of that insane smile ringing out over the carnage.

Ironically enough, twenty-four hours later, it was a succubus that won the battle.

And not just any succubus.

This was the original succubus, dating back to a time when succubi were known and feared as true monsters, using sex to kill and enslave, rather than the more lighthearted ones nowadays, who are just out for fun.

This was Lillith. The first, the greatest, and by far, the most terrible. Her dark powers were legendary in the realms of the demonic, and it was said that merely attempting to summon her was enough to cause even the most powerful summoners to self-immolate, and believed to be too great to ever be channelled into a single vessel. And yet, it was the same spells responsible for Lianne's defective body that protected her now.

Now, armed with a new body, whose defects were quickly repaired and back to her supple, lethally seductive form, and with a monstrous amount of destructive power at her disposal, Lillith sought to bury the entire academy into an living nightmare. Beasts from the darkest depths of space, living bodies warped and twisted by raw magical power, her demonic brethren taking hosts as they pleased...

Horror and ruin had come to this world, all through one girl's foolish wish. And from the inside of her own body, all Lianne could do was scream as she watched the disaster she had released consume everything she held dear.

And then the Darkbreaker punched it halfway across the war-torn campus.

With a select few of the students who had banded together to retake their home, people he could trust and who he might even call friend, he fought the mind-warping abomination that was Lillith, even as she twisted Lianne's body into something out of the darkest horror stories.

And despite all that they did, it was still not enough.

None of them willing to hurt the body of their one-time classmate, who even now Lillith continued to mock them with, locked away inside her mind, they had little choice in their method of battle. Battered and wounded, even as his allies fell, too weary and injured to continue, even as the Darkbreaker saw his own hands stained with red blood instead of energy for the first time in millenia, he heard that demonic laugh again.

He saw the ruins of Olympus, and the corpse-filled throne room.

And it that instant, he knew, even if it killed him, he would destroy Lillith. And he would save Lianne. He could smelll the corruption coming from Lillith, and knew the foul touch of that power.

He had encountered it many times over the years, but always he would recognize it from that bloody and terrible night amidst the ruins of the gods.

It was HIM that Lillith had come for, sent by the beast that tore the very multiverse apart. Lianne had simply been an unlucky casualty, caught up in an immortal war.

So in the end, even though he had not caused this disaster, the Darkbreaker was still responsible for it.

And so, with a roar of desperate rage, he did the one thing that no-one should ever be able to do.

If you cannot wound the body without wounding the soul, then all you need, is a way to wound the soul without wounding the body.

And in all of space and time, there is but one being capable of such a feat.

As the power of Exeter roared free, for the first time since that fateful crossroads so long ago, the sky grew dark, and the wind grew cold.

And then, standing behind Lillith's suddenly terrified form, a tall, dark figure, black robes flowing down his frame like the night made liquid lifted his head, a colossal, twisted black scythe in his hand.

As the eye sockets of his empty skull burned with a gray light, Azrael, the Grim Reaper from whom all Deaths are descended, lifted his scythe, and swung.

The black scythe, that which severs the bonds of life and death with but a touch, passed cleanly through the screaming succubus' body without so much as a scratch.

But as black blood suddenly spewed forth, the Darkbreaker knew it had indeed found it's mark.

And as the desperate monster sought to strike one final blow against the Darkbreaker and his allies before death claimed her, Lianne finally struck back, forcing Lillith's own spell to go haywire and shredding both arms and a leg, before the scythe of Azrael fell once more, slaying the demoness for good this time.

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So it was that the Darkbreaker's time on that world came to an end.

However, it was not quite over yet.

Upon his return to Castle Eterna, he was met with a note left on his bedchamber's table.

Dear Exeter,
Kindly do not try anything like this again, as I suspect it will most likely break the universe. Also, I was in the middle of a coffee break with an EXCEPTIONALLY fine Death angel who seemed to be quite interested in-

The Darkbreaker paused to stifle the urge to throw up, and therefore missed the rest of that paragraph.

So to repay the favor for you TOTALLY crashing my attempts at getting laid, I thought I'd leave a little present for you.

Signed,
Your Godfather,
Azrael

"A present?" The Darkbreaker wondered, before a faint moan came from the mass of sheets piled on his bed.

And then, as a most exceptionally curved girl struggled upright, entirely naked, and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, the note dropped from the exiled god's suddenly numb fingers.

Landing on the ground, it revealed one last thing.

Fun fact: Did you know my scythe only cuts out the SOUL of the enemy?
Second fun fact: Your girl Lianne had two souls in her. GUESS WHICH ONE I CUT OUT XD

And as the newly awoken Lianne looked around at her surroundings, realized she was stark naked in the Darkbreaker's bed, with the man himself staring at her in utter shock before giving a squeal of mortal embarrassment and diving back under the sheets, the Darkbreaker groaned and looked up at the ceiling.

"Somewhere, SOMEHOW, I blame Miledy di Fortuna for this..."

Long story short, Lianne joined the Darkbreaker's staff shortly afterwards.

She still retains most of the physical traits of Lillith, and much of the slain demoness' powers, but her personality has changed. Believing that her reason for existing now is to live on for all of those who died because of her terrible mistake, she is always upbeat and energetic, constantly searching for new things to do, books to read and knowledge to learn. She no longer lives for herself, but rather, she lives on for the sake of those who have died.

Although her new body has left her with some vaguely...succubus like appetites, she's mostly learned to cope, with her only vanities being the ridiculously short dress she always wears, and a distinct amorousness in the realms of romance.

Also, she always wears her prized hat.

She is also the most forward of the Darkbreaker's girls, with Elisa and Hestia often forced to do the same just to make sure they aren't left behind in the race for his heart.

She can most often be found poring through the logs of the Castle's infinite archives, and/or glomp-tackling the Darkbreaker, usually near a convenient set of stairs.

Or a bedroom, depending how energetic she's feeling. (Hestia or Elisa usually intervene, at least when the Darkbreaker doesn't use one of the smoke bombs he keeps just for those situations and runs away)</i>