Introduction

Long ago when magic was still ripe in the world, there once was a demoness. A mix of several sinful domains, lust, greed, wrath, envy and most overpowering of them, pride. Her name was Annathara. Thinking herself beyond everything, that pride lead her to bite off more than she could chew and she was enslaved in a mirror by a cruel sorceress that took her own particular delight in creating a wicked torment for eternity for the demoness. That sorceress is now long gone but the mirror remains and Annatharas prison remains.

The curse was cruel and ironic, which particular pleased the sorceress. It finds those females of exceptional gorgeousness and who from believing that they are the most radiant, have cultivated astounding arrogance and extraordinary pride. The mirror appears before them in some way and from it steps the trapped demon within, except not in her original guise. The form she may take varies, either an exact copy, or maybe something superficial is different. Skin, hair, eyes, a piercing may be a different colour, but what remains the same is the proportions and the body.

The mirror finds those of delicious curviness, mouth watering voluptuous or bewitching hour glass figures, and when she has fully materialise, Annathara will goad, antagonise and claim superiority until both "twins" clash in that most cruel forms of combat, a naked catfight. This is where she feeds, on that chaotic energy of peeling back the ego to reveal that base, carnal, lustful self pride.

And the results are disastrous on the mental and physical forms for both of them, where anything goes to overcome the other in that feral conflict. Slapping, biting, scratching, pinching, squeezing, twisting as they maul each others bodies, caught in a twisted feedback loop of their own will and stubbornness until eventually, one must fall. She's has killed, she's been defeated. Each victory delicious, each defeat a maddening mental wound as she's forced to live within her prison until the next engagement, forced to listen and relive the gloating of her being conquered, a great sting to her pride that torments her until she steps forth again, without any of her former powers except for what her next foe has.

She has had rematches, those she defeated demanding a retrial. Or those that have beaten her, recovered and their arrogance has only grown from the encounter acting like a magnet to the mirror, drawing her back again for maybe an even more vicious encounter while she is taunted mercilessly of her previous loss.

There are rules the mirror imposes. She is bound ultimately by the one who summons her and the way they determine who is better, whether that is an all out scratch fest, or some challenge of equalness in some other way. Perhaps the other feels some body part is the best and finds Annathra on the other end, fused together and fighting her for it, unable to get away. Her pride doesn't let her refuse or back down. If the mirror is destroyed, which several have tried to do after defeating her as a final act of punishment for daring to challenge them, its broken pieces containing the fragments of her being simply melting away to reforge elsewhere. The looks on those faces that have destroyed the mirror, only to encounter it again years later brings a wicked sense of satisfaction to Annathara.

Where will the mirror appear for you?

The modern world, inside an elevator that breaks down? Propped up in small cupboard which would certainly not have enough movement space for two of you? A changing room maybe has such a unique mirror inside of it? Or it's found at a store quite by chance and you're taken by the figure inside that captures your curves so much more perfectly than any other mirror you just have to have it.

Perhaps in a dungeon? You're an elven queen who's sort such a powerful artifact, thinking you could beat and tame the trapped demon within? An arrogant orc stumbles upon it during a raid? An haughty tavern whore receiving a mysterious gift in her home? A princess stumbling upon an old room? A farmer lass who knows she is the best thing in the village for miles finds the mirror in a barn? A goblin more curvaceous than any other who things she should have more?

There are many ways to stumble upon a mirror.

((Prefer rp via messages rather than chat. I love detail and try to do at least a paragraph, tell me what your character is thinking, feeling, telegraph their attack so I can react. Let's craft a story we'll both love to do! Prefer to play in third person but I'll do first person sure))

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