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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 4:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 4:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 4:35 pm
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Profiles
My Puppet Master —elphy_and_fiyero-- --I am called-- Jezebelle
--I know I look... -- 23
--But I'm really-- 345 --My true blood:--. Demon of course
The things I do might scare people-- I fly. I control darkness, fire, and dark emotions.
My life has always been different when compared to some: I am the Devil's Mistress. Usually, Lucifer picks a new mistress every century but he's kept me since he picked me. I've always been his favorite and plan on staying his favorite. My days are spent pleasing my master, whether it's task of torture to a worthless soul or pleasuring him after a hard day. Nothing gives me pleasure than pleasing my master. I would do anything for him. Every she devil in hell hate my guts but I bask in the jealousy. After all, who wouldn't want to be me?
--Past bio: --I used to be human and I was like any normal New Yorker. I had a job, friends, good money, a boyfriend but it was all crap. Till the day I died, I felt like I was being suffocated by everything. My family had disowned me when I was seven. They threw me out on the streets to fend for myself. After that, I always had trust issues. Finally, I couldn't take it and ended my life by jumping off the highest building. It was quick, easy, and peaceful. I died happy but the Devil wanted me. He thought ending my life made it a waist of something useful. So he intervened and brought me to his domain for a deal. When I turned into a devil, I wanted no memory of my past life. The things I went through, the despair I lived in. It was not worth remembering. But that was the downside to my contract. I had signed in blood, as required. The sentence was for eternity but I didn't care. He was now my master, though I wasn't complaining. For once, he was someone who treated me better than anyone else ever did in my life.
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