Heritage

Genetics are fucking weird. Most people know this, but practically nobody knows just how far that rabbit hole goes. Nobody more than me, it seems. Here, lets go back a little bit, alright?

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Our story starts off with me being born, I guess! Dad left early, at least, that's what my mom told me growing up. She still loved him all the while. Honestly though, I was a pretty normal kid! Well, at least in my eyes. Though, my standard of 'normal' is pretty warped, if you could possibly believe that. But, yea, I had a caring mother, if not a bit overprotective. Though, I guess the cool stuff starts at about... seventeen. April 13th, actually. It was then and there that I realized "oh, hey, maybe having a dick as long as your arm and as thick as your leg isn't actually normal!" See, we had just moved into a new town Timmitville, a small place up in Montana. Pretty much off the maps, considering the population was something like two or three thousand at most.

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Either way, I had been helping my darling mother unpack her van-load of sentimental trinkets and other such stuff. Honestly, it was all pretty swanky. Golden rings with... I think latin carved into it? Silver-chained pendants with weird nebula eyeball stones... yea, it was an absolute jackpot of stuff. Though, what really set everything in motion was me finding this dusty ass book that looked like it was at least two or three hundred years old. Really, I promise. Caked in dust with worn, yellowed pages, this thing looked the part of a necronomicon. Jutting spikes, black skulls, the whole shebang. In the dead center was an orb with a rod coming off of it, said rod was attached to an inwards-facing crescent in roughly the middle as well as thicker, fuller crescent that pointed away from the orb. Whatever the hell it meant, I couldn't really give much of a damn because wow, mom has something other than trinkets and jewelry? My mother? The woman who homeschooled me my entire life as well as (tried) to keep me away from everything from Dungeons and Dragons to the Simpsons?

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You bet your tight ass I popped that sucker open and started reading shit. Well, I suppose a better way to say that is I tried to read shit. Surprisingly, it gets a bit hard when nothing is in English, let alone any human language. It looked like genuine chicken scratch! Though, this story doesn't end here, not even close. I may not have been able to read that book, but that day something changed in me. Just my attempts at reading that changed something. I suppose a good term would be an awakening? Either way, every day from that point on I got... visions? I guess that's the best way to describe them. For example, I could be walking down the street to the store and everything shakes for a moment. A bit like going cross eyed while getting shook from side to side. It doesn't take more than a second or two, but by the end the world is still there, it's just different. There's women strewn across the streets, sidewalks, and lawns. Each one covered in a thick layer of cum and in various states of undress. Some wore thick plugs, some were held down by vines, it didn't matter.

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Everyone was fucked.

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If only I knew how true that would end up being. Every day these visions got worse, more depraved. Disgusting in absolutely every way, and half of the stuff that happened nobody could even survive! None of it made sense, but every vision I experienced I felt my own resistance slipping. From 'what's wrong with tentacles?' to 'what's wrong with massive cocks?' to 'what's wrong with literal mindfucking?' Every day it continued to get worse. I continued to get worse.

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Eventually I decided to get some answers, and I decided to ask my mother what the unholy fuck that book was and, more importantly, what the fuck was happening to me.

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And that was the day I learned my mom got knocked up my a demon.

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As well as the day I learned I had literal magic running through my blood.

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And that I'd begun my mental awakening towards becoming a full on demon. Well, half-demon, technically.

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Many 'what the fucks' were had that day, but by the end I had learned a whole lot about myself. Mostly stuff I had begun to learn myself, like just how abnormal I truly was. Though, I decided to try and keep up a normal life. Maybe experience a bit more now that I knew what cards I'd been dealt. After all, the first step to defeating an enemy is to know them, right?

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Yea, in war maybe. Not when the enemy is your own demonic energy saturated genetics that wants nothing more than to turn you into a sex-crazed fiend hellbent on fucking a child into anything and anyone that'd bear it, as well as few that wouldn't.

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That was almost a year ago though at this point. I'm freshly 18 and... honestly, I think I've just given up on being normal. Any kind of normality drives me abso-fucking-lutely wild. Maybe it's the sex drive of an incubus driving me to think like this. Desperation to plunge my cock into a nice, tight hole. Something like that. I can't help but let thoughts dance across my head each time I walk pass someone. It's not my fault, it's the goddamn demon half telling me to shove their head underwater and drown them while I fuck their ass so full of cum it comes out their mouth! I've resisted well enough for now, but today its come to my attention... why?

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Why do I resist who I am? At the end of the day, I'm a mix of human and demonic DNA. I've focused so hard on the former that I've lost whatever great powers I'd have gained from showing love to both sides. And, hey, if the visions are right in one way or another, then I have far, far more power than I could hope to use.

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Prompt Over!

I'm about to drop dead from exhaustion, but I wanted to finish this. I'll keep this bit short: my kinks are effectively anything as long as I'm in control, and my limits are submission in any form, I'm playing a literal half-demon, you expect me to take it from anyone or anything?

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Next up, I play on Discord, Reddit Chat, Reddit Messages, Kik, and Wickr in order of preference. Ask me for any of the off-site ones when you message me, and I'll drop you a message there.

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As for what I actually require of you? Pretty simple. You need to be able to control the town and effectively be a limitless demon sorcerer's plate of wish fulfillment. I don't really mind the individual encounter's depth, just that there's a solid few of them. Basically, you'll be the GM of this town and the properties of which we'll figure out when discussing the RP itself. Past that... be creative and literate, I suppose. I'm not expecting a multi-para mass like this, obviously. I can roll with anything from a few sentences to about two paragraphs or so. Though, if I'm particularly inspired, I could do more!

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Anyways, I'm going to go take a nap, but I'll be checking my messages, so drop me some of those beautiful orange envelopes! (Tell me your favorite kind of sandwich for bonus points~)