Dwelling #1- Naamah

Oh that mischievous Puck. He runs 'round Moonsong causing as much trouble as he can possibly get into- but one of his more famous catastrophes was when he let the demons loose.
It was probably the one time that even he himself thought "oh no, what have I done." A few months of research and casual questions to the elves about their magic, and he had a spell- and the Portal. He thought it would be funny- sort of an all-hallow's-eve trick- to let a demon or the dead roam Moonsong in the midst of the night. He had not, however, planned on how to get them back where they came from.
He whispered incantations in front of the Portal. The swirling blue and lavender light became somewhat murky- dark midnight blues, blacks, deep burgundy reds. And the light swirled much more slowly, churning. And then it began to pulse. It pulsed with the rhythm of the incantation, out, in, out, in. The light seemed to become a barrier- something from inside the Portal tried to push outward. Individual handprints could be seen clawing at the light. A burst of hot air whooshed from the portal. Small flames began to lick out from the sides. Puck began to get nervous. His reading faltered, and then stopped. But the pulses continued. Another blast of heat came flowing from the Portal. Puck ran. A deafening explosion rocked the forest, a huge fireball lit up the night sky, and a dozen spirits, demons, and hellish beings fled cackling into the night. Mother of the succubi/incubi. She is thousands of years old. A fiendishly beautiful creature, she is simultaneously the most beautiful woman one can ever lay eyes on, and the most terrifying of hellish beings. In demon form, her skin is black and molten, her eyes are glowing red coals. She has the most wickedly sharp fangs. She has a long ponytail of fiery hair, gigantic wings. She oozes sexuality even in her demon form. She, like all demons of power, can manipulate flames and fire to her will.
In human form, she is much less outwardly terrifying, and yet one would still go mad with fear in her company. Anyone in her wake finds themselves desperately craving her touch.
Naameh, however, after thousands of years of the same old thing- seduce and destroy, she liked to call it- became bored. But one does not just simply quit their post in Hell- the things they can do to you there for an eternity are better left undiscovered. She for a century or so she amused herself by impregnating women in male form, and watching as they gave birth to hideously deformed, dead creatures. But even this got boring after a few hundred years. She created out of fire, brimstone, blood and.. well, semen stolen during the nights' escapades- the first of the succubi. Basically her little minions. Going out into the world, stealing the seed of man, stealing their breath and their soul, impregnating women, having sex until the mortal man or woman couldn't take it anymore and died. That was fun to watch for a little while, but really, what was the point anymore?
So when the rip came, Naameh opened wide her bat wings and flew out of the Portal before it had time to close. If He asked, she could always just tell Him that she was sucked out, it was beyond her control. She crowed in her glory as she emerged into the world. Gliding above the forest, she threw flames at the tops of trees just to watch the fires dance. She twisted and turned in the air, enjoying the feeling of the cool night. An eternity in a sauna and anything less than 100 degrees would feel like a mountain breeze. She sighed as she glided along, relaxing. And then it was if an invisible collar wrapped around her neck were pulled tight. She choked, and batted her wings to keep in the air. Pulling against whatever the invisible force was, she realized it was no use. She put herself down on the ground, gracefully, and began to follow the tug.
As she made her way angrily through the woods, she left a path of tiny flames and coals in her wake. She saw farther in the forest, a fiend hissing and clawing and pulling against an identical invisible chain. Ah, so whatever it was was affecting them all.
Into a thicket she pushed her way, and there she saw a few spirits ((lucky to have escaped, but unfortunately for them they were still prisoners))and an imp or two chattering incessantly and leaping up and down. In the center of them all, cowering, was a tiny little thing. A small little man with huge ears and a big nose. And tiny sparkly eyes. Please don't come any closer, he was thinking, and immediately the chain tightened and she was rooted in place.
"YOU!" she howled. "YOU opened the gate! It was no rip, you summoned us!" The imps shrieked, the fiend that she had seen earlier in the forest spat fire. The little man cowered.
"What do you require," hissed a banshee. She floated a few feet off of the ground, eyes huge and full of tears. The banshees were the most heartbreaking of creatures, though Naameh. Women who died in childbirth, forever enslaved to warn others of impending death.
The little man was still confused. Naameh felt the heat of impatience and anger rushing out of her. "MASTER. You summoned us. What do you REQUIRE?" she shrieked. Smoke and flames licked off of her body with this eruption of rage. Finally the little man seemed to understand. He stopped shaking, looked around, and then began giggling. Naameh was astounded.
"I'm your master," he said mostly to himself. "Well won't this be a fun Halloween..." It was all settled in the morning. Verilee scolded Puck. Ripped him a new one would probably be a better way to describe it. Her cheeks flushed with pink and her usually calm and friendly face contorted into something angry and frightening. She really did have a temper.
After conferring with the elves and skimming through the same incantation books that Puck had used, they discovered a way to hand over power of summons. And so Puck handed over the power to Verilee ((and he was pouting the entire time)) and she granted the refugees of Hell freedom to roam- as long as they did no harm or evil. Naameh created a series of Dwellings at the base of the stony mountain in which the demons and various otherwordly beings could stay- a rocky and fiery place much like the Hell they were used to. And so their new life-after-death began. Naameh enjoyed the cool weather, and exploring. She enjoyed talking to people- having conversations- without having to seduce and destroy them later. Of course they still tripped over themselves and their words when she was around, and couldn't keep eye contact for more than a few seconds at a time, but it was a start. The spirits conferred with some of the villagers and the record-keeper Eloise to locate any family they had still alive and in the area. The imps continued to worship Puck, though he was no longer technically their "master." And he didn't seem to mind much.

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