In a dilapidated fort a few miles from the village of Sunderland in the kingdom of Larion, you prepare a profane ritual. You are the evil sorcerer Kane. After a well executed plan, you and your servants have captured a fiendish succubus. Her name is Nyssa and she is bound by rune encrusted chains within an eldritch spell circle. To prevent her escape, you have dismissed your orc slaves from the room. Their weak wills would be easy for the seductive demon to control. Even you must steel your mind.
Nyssa tugs at her chains and says "Release me and I will treat you as a cherished toy, mortal."
"Enough prattling, wench." you sneer "Your soul will fuel my ascension. Consider yourself unlucky. I intended to capture a combat oriented demon."
Nyssa tilts her head with a knowing smile. She says "You will regret dabbling in demon souls. I'll enjoy breaking you."
"ENOUGH!" you yell "Your end is now!"
Unholy words ring in the air as you initiate the soul consuming spell. The succubus writes in agony but moans of pleasure escape her lips. Soon her body disintegrates into ashes, leaving only a sickly green wisp of light: Nyssa's malevolent soul. With arms outstretched you draw the soul into your chest.
A powerful heat spreads throughout your body. The ecstasy of pure power flows inside you, eliciting maniacal laughter that reverberates within your lair. Your slaves cower from the sound of your triumph!
"YES! It is I who decides who lives and who dies! All living beings are mere playthings to me! No one can comprehend my power and cunning!" A jarring throb in your chest interrupts you. "WHAT?"
A familiar sultry voice pierces your mind like a dagger "Arrogant mortal, you should have listened. Now you shall become the vessel of my rebirth and the most infamous whore in Larion. Behold as I transform your unsightly male body into the superior form of a flawless woman!"
"NO! This can't be! Curse you!" you scream as you feel Nyssa's soul alter your