Maelena

Yeah, this is kinda mature so like, don't read if you're sensitive to mature... stuff. >.>

Name: Maelena (Andre Kursch)
Age: 16
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Red
Weight: 53 kg
Height: 1.7 meters

Weapon:

Scri: A 2 meter tall thin cross made from bronze plated steel. The arms of the cross each have a thin spearhead blade affixed to them, and the head has three spikes surrounding a central spear blade. Depictions of the 9 circles of Hell are engraved in the cross, starting with Limbo at the head and the Cocytus at the bottom.

Armor: None.

Personality: Somewhat unwilling to do his unholy duty, but once he knows he has to do something, his personality quickly changes to get-it-over-with. Maelena suffers from extreme dementia and confusion; he often forgets his name, gender, and what he was doing. Maelena has adapted to a dual-gender, dual-personality lifestyle, being a calm, sensitive male while with his sister, and a destructive, demonic female when he's forced to do Erotia's dirty work.

Appearance (Maelena Form): That of an extremely effeminate male; he has long, straight, silky black hair that reaches down to his chest and giant red eyes that faintly glow with a crimson light. Maelena has no body or facial hair, exactly like a teenage girl. He wears a loose, black blouse and a medium length black school-style skirt, giving him the bizarre apearance of an evil, breastless schoolgirl. Also, Maelena wears a pair of black silk elbow-high gloves, and a pair of thick black leather boots that nearly reach the knee, complete with thick red laces.

Bio: Maelena's real name is Andre Kursch. He was a 16 year old boy who lived with his 15 year old sister, Megan, and his mother and father. Andre and Megan slowly entered a bizarre form of an incestuous relationship with each other, which was unknown to their parents or anyone else. The two were wildly infatuated with each other. Andre and his sister secretly delved into perverse forms of sexual demonic rituals, eventually performing a sort of profane wedding between themselves under an inverted cross; pouring both their blood into an ornate bowl and slathering each other's bodies with it. The cross was created with rotten, blood-stained wood and filled with rusty nails.

Andre possessed the eccentric desire for transvestitism. He would often wear Megan's clothes, especially during rituals or carnal situations. Andre and Megan's dark love (which was completely consensual between the both of them) continued for some time, until their mother intruded accidentally upon one of their mutual concucpiscent violations. Their mother entered a frenzied panic at the sight of such a foul desecration of two bodies; she died instantly of heart failure. Their abusive father witnessed her death, and realized the disgusting bond between Andre and Megan. He killed Megan; but Andre narrowly escaped, naked and soaked in his sister's freshly spilled blood.

He returned and destroyed his father, crucifying him to the wall with giant nails. In brooding rage, he cut his own throat with a butcher knife and died.

The soul of Andre sunk into the bleeding pits of Hell, suffocating under the torment of boiling fluid. Grasping aimlessly at the burning air above his smoldering punishment, he caught onto a low-hanging branch of a burning tree that was clutching onto the edge of the lake with gnarled, foul roots. Andre pulled himself from the molten stream of blood, and fell asleep on the shore...

*****

Andre's eyes opened halfway, and a vague sense of feeling returned to his naked body. The hot sulfurous earth he was lying on filled him with a painful burning sensation, but a more noticeable pain was puncturing his back. He was too exhausted to even scream, or even attempt to move.

"What's this?" A seductive female voice giggled. "Another shade crawled out of my river. You were damned to Phlegethon, sinning b*stard."

The pain released from his back, allowing Andre to quickly roll over and discover what was pinning him down. Above him stood a tall woman with caramely skin. She was bare of any decent clothing, clad only in tall leather boots and an oversized collar around her neck. Her black hair was separated into thin, yarn-like dreadlocks; her crystaline eyes reflected the glowing soil before her. Every feature about here was indeed aesthetically perfect. Her smooth skin was soaked in glistening sweat; thick beads of it rolled slowly off her and onto the naked boy below.

"... can guess where I am, good enough." Andre said, catching his breath. "Who are you?"

She giggled, rolling her long tongue along her index finger and leaving a trail of thin saliva behind. She reached down, picking up Andre by the neck and raising him to her level. His feet dangled a good two feet off the ground. The most horrible glaze of fear ravaged his eyes; the peircing stare of the woman caused him to tremble, despite the extreme heat of the burning oasis. It was the first time he was genuinely scared.

"I don't suppose it could hurt to tell you, lad. I'm Erotia, the princess of the Succubi, Maiden of the Malebolge itself. In short I'm the queen seducer. Off with you, now."

She moved her body like a tight liquid, preparing to throw the boy back to the river of boiling blood.

"Wait..." He said through her choking hand. "Wait... please... I prayed for your Lucif-"

She snarled. "You think He has any mercy for your waste of a disciple? Your soul belongs to the filth of the river."

"No!" Andre screamed. "Where is she..."

Erotia stopped, staring at the scared face she was clutching. She asked who.

"Another shade... my sister. Meg..an... I will do anything to see her again! Where is she? Please, tell me! Please... I'll do anything..."

The succubus smirked. "It's not often a shade offers his eternal soul to me," she crooned, pressing her voluptuous body against her writhing prisoner. Andre protested, but was quickly shut up. "No soul, no Megan. It's that simple. Work for me, and for every 12 hours your are my slave, 12 hours you can be with your evil little sister. Does that sound fair, boy? It's either that, or you swim in Phlegethon forever!"

Andre acquiesced.

"I knew you'd see my way."

Erotia forcefully closed her lips around Andre's mouth, sucking what good he had left in him. The two bodies slammed against the scorching earth, Andre writhing in a twisted state of Limbo between pain and pleasure as the succubus nefariously defiled him.

*****

Andre became the feminine Maelena while he served Erotia; evoking her will on the surface of Earth at night. He returned to Hell at daytime to be with his sister, at the shore of a calm lake of tears outside the gates of the infernal City of Dis. Maelena was given the destructive Scri, a bladed cross embedded with the perverted powers of seduction, mind control, and pure evil. For love, Andre sold his soul, and for eternity he would be the lover and slave of Erotia.

Well... it's orginal! Approved, but watch be careful about the sexual stuff, there are kids here you know.

Yeah, during actual battles I don't think anyone has to worry about anything like that, though. Thanks for approval, too. (Even though I could have just approved it myself..)