@infernal-feminae

@infernal-feminae

Soar,

𝓢 𝓽 𝓪 𝓻 𝓬 𝓱 𝓲 𝓵 𝓭

@wintermulitplied

𝓡𝓸𝓿é𝓷𝓪 𝓥é𝓰𝓱𝓿á𝓻𝔂

𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝.

𝓦𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓷𝓭.

Hope Cindy wasn't doing anything important because she's getting scooped by her boyfriend and twirled around in the air. "Missed ya, sweetheart." He coos, pressing his lips to her forehead. (@infernal-feminae) <3

@infernal-feminae

It was good, but not perfect. For most people it was perhaps perfect. Yet Cindy always wanted more: break through every limit, rule, boundary set by humans and by anatomy itself. Give her all for a glimpse of the reactions. The freshly recorded song has been blasting in her headphones for more than a half hour by now, trying to figure out what was missing and from where.

She had no complaints with the instrumental parts, the guitar solo always beyond perfect; which at first brought a ghost smile to her lips before shocking her with the revelation.

Dashing in front of the microphone in a crimson blur, one ear still plugged; she needed to hear herself not just the feedback. It started as a low, growly rumble, then her voice started to climb in perfect symphony with the electric guitar, a seamless, loud, brightening glissando. The highest note held effortlessly, allowing the guitar to fall back into its own rhythm while rock n roll still poured from her lips till she felt enough.

Yes. That was missing. Cindy laughed to herself at the fact and success, rare and full of mirth in the lone recording room- till she wasn't alone. Body, mind and soul relaxed immediately, melting into the surprise embrace with radiant warmth.

Jade eyes sparkled so brightly, small giggles slipping from her instead the previous vocal acrobatics at the loving gesture.

“Missed you more” she cheekily quipped; childish? Yes. Did she care? No.

Still curled around Erebus like a kitten, she simply loved to be...held. Kept safe and cared for.

“Did you get lost in the guitar store again?” Cindy chuckled, genuine teasing mixing with curiosity

The so far dormant entity's ear caught the words she's been looking for to hear throughout the nights. Open mic. A last moment check to make sure everything was beyond perfect:

“RAISE YOUR HORNS !”

The incredibly gritty howl reverberated throughout the palace, although instead of horns, wings broke free from her body.

“RAISE 'EM HIGH !” almost a battle cry, the entity glittering in gold and starlight made her way towards the stage with utmost ease & lack of care

“LET 'EM SOAR, LET 'EM FLY ” impossibly strong vibrato and effortless switches between clean and raw rasp vocals, without needing a microphone, her wings seemingly acting as an amplifier

“UP THROUGH THE HEAVENS, FOREVERMORE” fire began to envelop her body, obscuring the golden wonder from the eyes

“LET 'EM RAIN DOWN; RAISE YOUR HORNS!” Cindy reached the stage at last, stepping out of the whirl of cosmic fire in an entirely different outfit, the Cosmic Dusk.

“Now, that I have all of your attention,” grit still present in her speaking voice as well along with a cuttingly playful edge “I have to ask: do you settle for less? Less than what you could be or could get? Obviously not, if you are attending to this ball. I know most of you run for the hills at the sound of rock n roll, but don't bolt just yet. I have something digestible even for such fine crowd.”

The entity chuckled, yes she will be holding back, still a better outcome than trying and succeeding in outscreaming nobility. The rhythm although heavy, she was true to her promise and reigned the previously displayed raw force of her voice.

“I know what you want, I know what you like: You're obsessively undressing me with your eyes.” still without a microphone, her voice surrounding the crowd nicely “I know what you need, I know how to play. I know how to give without giving it all away.”

“I got all my moves! I know how to tease, I know what to do and wanna make you believe~” she broke away from the crowd for a minute to address the next lines to Beelza herself

“That you, baby, you're special. A whole 'nother level.” a ghost caress of her cheek with one of her radiating wings before stepping towards the crowd again

“And you wanna touch me, take me home tonight, yeah, you maybe I'll let ya” her own gloved hands skating across her body, head turning towards Beelza once more

“But I'll never settle, for anything less than special, special, special, special.”

“I know who you are, got your number down.” Cindy sat at the very edge the stage, allowing a demon to run his talons up her thigh high boots “I know how to turn you on” a purr before a sharp push with her heel as she stood “and turn your ego down.”

“And I hear all your friends, I know what they say: If you get dishonest promise I won't hesitate” a breathy, seductive tone in extremely sharp contrast of her first introduction of earth shattering vocals

“To put out the fire, to put up a wall! Don't ruin it by thinking you're the be-all and end-all.” an immediate slip back to the previous volume, playing with her voice so effortlessly as if it was as easy as breathing

“That you baby, you're special, a whole 'nother level.” this time the singer sought out a different member of the crowd, a beautiful succubus dressed in purple shades “And you wanna touch me, take me home tonight, yeah, you, maybe I'll let ya. I'll never settle, for anything less than special, special, special, special.” jade sprinkled with golden stars fluttered close at the guitar solo; this is what she craved. What she dreamed of. And she will be damned if she doesn't deliver.

“I know what you want, I know what you like, trying to convince me with your ‘meet me backstage’ smile.” she wagged a finger with an all knowing grin, slithering down to a squat, close enough to touch; that if someone dared to with such wings looming above them “But I got all my moves, I know how to tease, I know what to do and wanna make you believe!”

“That, you baby, you're special like some kind of rebel.”

“And you wanna touch me, take me home tonight!” switching into a sharper, aggressive tone as the song eventually drew to a close “Yeah, you! Well, maybe I'll let ya!”

“But I'll never settle.”

“For anything less than special, special, special, special !”

Cindy allowed the last beats to close the performance, bathed in the spotlight and her own radiance

“Was that so bad was it now?” she asked, voice filled with smug with satisfaction

“Want to try something heavier? I can last the whole night.” the innuendo perfectly on purpose, although a glance at Beelza “Or as long as it's allowed.” she corrected, though she was curious who had the guts to perform after her.

@qveenofgluttony / @infernal-feminae

If you wanna, by all means bother Cindy after her performance because she loves attention

Cosmic Dusk