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Daughter of Demons - Chapter 1 - The Ritual

I flinched as the searing hot ink was glazed across my breasts. Seemingly absorbing the moonlight, the blackest ink I’ve ever seen stood out against my flushed, magenta skin. One of my attendants did her best to hold me down, to keep me from ruining their work. “Please, miss, be careful,” she pleaded. It wasn’t like I was trying to get away, I knew as well as anyone how important this ritual was. As the ink cooled, I did my best to settle down, preparing for the next stroke. It wasn’t ...

These are some scraps from T'Lar's initial design process.

These are some scraps from T'Lar's initial design process.