Potion

You and your demoness accomplice travel far and wide, seeking out a suitable place to hatch your master plan. You find an abandoned research center located in Antartica. The outpost lost contact with the outside world for a month during a horrible snowstorm. After the storm ended, the outpost was beneath ten feet of ice. After teleporting inside the structure you look around. This place will give you the seclusion you desire as well as a few tools that you will need to carry out your plan.

A month passes as you and your demoness slave work on your project. Finally, after weeks of effort, you triumphantly hold a vial of black liquid victoriously above your head. You turn towards your servant who is running her tongue over her fanged teeth. You smile and speak.

"Here it is, what we've been working for: the perfect virus. This will make me the absolute ruler of earth and no one will be able to stop me! This virus effects men and women differently. Women will be magically transformed into fellow Succubi, willing servants and slaves to me. All men will be transformed into brainless sluts for male demons to play with when the gates of Hell are eventually opened. All you need to do, my slave is drop this little vial into the New York City water supply. Then the world will be ours!"

Written by Noman

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