Demonica Rayne

1634 AD

I dropped to my knees, the cold, damp stone floor sending a chill up my spine. I bowed my head and closed my eyes, holding my hands out from my sides, my arms straight, palms open and facing forward.

"My Queen, my Goddess, I beseech you." I murmured softly. "I have done as you asked; the blood of dead infants stains my hands, the incantations spoken. I ask you now: Bestow upon me your strength and power!"

She looked down upon me, her purple eyes shining brightly in the darkness, reflecting the torchlight as though two small mirrors. Her lithe, small frame perched gracefully upon her throne carved of bone and ruby.

"Isabella Amille, you wish to have the power of the Demon burden you from now until the end of eternity?" She purred, her voice strong and loud, deceptive of her small stature.

I opened my eyes and slowly raised them to meet her gaze, "Yes my Queen, I desire it!"

"You would give up your place in the royalty of France for this power? You sacrifice your human body for this transformation?" She asked, her eyes burning straight into my soul.

"Yes, my Demon Queen, happily and without hesitation!"

"Then the power of the Demon is yours to command!" She said softly. "I bestow upon you a new name for which to go by, one to be feared and revered throughout the ages, you will known as Demonica Rayne from now until the end of time."

She raised her hand, a dark aura beginning to emanate from her body and I felt myself rise into the air. Tendrils of pure white flame lanced out from her hand, encircling my body as I rose into the air. Strangely there was no heat at all... at first. Then it felt as if my blood itself turned to fire in my veins. And I screamed. Loudly and painfully. And then my Queen-Goddess' black aura consumed me and my body changed before my eyes, painfully, slowly. And I screamed until I could scream no more. The pain was nonpareil. And then it was over; I landed on the ground, my feet now large black claws. I held out my hand, examining it, gazing at the strong, clawed fingers, and willed a ball of pure flame into existence, watching it burn brightly in my palm. I then knelt on one knee, my head bowed in respect and gratitude.

"Thank you, my Goddess-Queen!" I whispered, my voice no longer silky and soft but a low guttural growl. "Your generosity is great, and your power will be used to cause much suffering and pain. Pain as I have endured. I now take my leave of you, Demon Queen, forever in your debt."

And I left, knowing I would be back.


Demonica after demonstrating her strength to the Banished Pantheon