The doll, the statue, and the demon
Added 2025-10-14 15:35:20 +0000 UTCthe statue stared forward. Unable to move. Unable to comprehend moving. It was stone. Cold hard stone. It could not move. It would not move. Until it’s owner compelled it to do so.
The doll danced, the chip in the back of her neck controlling her senses. She danced because her owner wished her to do so, and with every movement, with every breath, she obeyed, she danced for her owner and felt pleasure. She danced and caressed the statue and felt… pleasure, something else deeper than that, but the chip blocked that out. She only knew she loved to caress and tease the statue.
The goddess watched. Her possessions performed for her, be it dancing or kneeling immobile. Her gaze drifted across the doll, her newest acquisition, a pulse of her energy wordlessly sent pleasure racing through the dolls flesh and blood body. Reminding it that she was a possession now. Her eyes drifted to the statue, and she smiled, fangs glinting in the light of candles. The statue would kneel, frozen, its punishment for trying to usurp control, to become more. It had lost everything. It once had owned the doll, but no longer. It once had called itself darkness, but Lilith had hardened the darkness to stone. And with that had stolen its power, its humanity, its control.
Lilith leaned back. Observing her playthings and mused, perhaps she should add more to her collection.
