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Name: Arachne ScarletinaAge: 22 Nationality: Greek Spoken languages: Greek, English, Italian Place of birth: Artemis, Greece Species: Demon Eyes: Arachne’s eyes change colors according to her mood; red when she’s angry, black when she’s depressed, pink when she’s lustful, purple when she’s hungry/hunting Hair: Her hair reaches down to around her waist. It’s a medium/light brown with slight streaks of blonde sometimes showing up. Height/weight: She stands at 5’7” and weighs a light 124 lbs. General appearance: Arachne is a very slim woman, although womanly curves are sure not to displease. She’s tall in stature and always stands or sits with her back straight, shoulders back, and chest out. Dressing style: Depending on her mood and location, her dressing style varies, but is always fashionable and wears what’s in style at the moment. 
General char traits: Ill-tempered but she always fights for what she believes in and who she loves. That is not to say she has many she cares for, however. It takes a lot for her to consider someone her family or even friend. Others start as mere acquaintances and slowly climb up or down the ladder of her social belief depending on their attitude towards her.Likes: There’s not much she likes in the world. However she does enjoy reading as well as fighting. Hand to hand combat is her favorite fighting style and will never back down from a challenge. Dislikes: She hates humans, but will tolerate them if necessary. The humans she encounters that she does like, however, are those who kill without remorse other humans. Habits: Arachne tends to chew her lip when thinking hard about something. When she’s nervous or angry, the muscles in her right shoulder blade twitch slightly. Also, she is right handed but eats using her left hand. Strengths: She is skilled in the art of seduction as well as killing. Weaknesses: Arachne loses her temper easily, especially around humans. Handsome demon-men also catch her attention, creating lustful feelings in her. Most of the time her eyes turn pink around them, and they soon fear being close to her. 
Parents: Her parents are Lilith and Mephistopheles, who were paired to create an heir to Mephistopheles’ throne. They were expecting a male, but when Arachne came to be, they decided for the first time in centuries that she’s be the first queen of the underworld.Siblings: She has no siblings because her parents hate each other and were not able to fornicate with disgust for one another. Spouse: Arachne is unable to marry because she kills every male she fornicates with, therefore making every suitable male fearful of her. She has a secret interest in females, but it is unheard of in the demoness’s realm and is punishable by law. Part 1: First Kill 
A ripple of pleasure rolled down her spine as he flicked a thumb down her bare arm. The woman’s naked flesh was hidden beneath deep ruby satin sheets, light blonde hair splayed about her head like a halo on the pillow. Nash pursed his lips, regarding the woman as nothing more than a plaything; a whore. Yes she was a pretty little thing, eyes like milk chocolate and soft angelic facial features. Did that matter to him?No, she came from a life of pleasing men for money. The corner of his lip twitched as the blonde shifted, eyes fluttering open. Those full, pink lips that had taken their time with him opened in a slight ‘o’ as she yawned. She stretched, arms lifting above her head and back down. Nash slipped ten $100 bills in her hand and gave his heart-stopping crooked grin. Taking the hint, the woman happily stuffed the money in her purse, rushing to get dressed. Nash watched her every move carefully—he didn’t trust her. 
“You are fast for a human,” Grecian accented voice flowed past his lips. The woman stopped, fear beginning to creep into her features. Not a sound uttered in response as she left. Vaguely amused, Nash didn’t bother to try to stop her. He reached up behind his head with both arms and rested his cranium against his hands, lazily awaiting Arachne’s visit.Young and vibrant, she did excellent work taking care of the house. Her sexual experience wasn’t half bad either. On the contrary, she brought him over the edge like no other woman ever has. Young, but good. 
A knock on the door sent his gaze flying upward, his thoughts shattered. “Come in, Arachne.” He sensed her. The beautiful brown haired woman appeared, dressed in his favorite maid’s outfit. It was enticing, yet amazingly proper. His tongue danced over his lips, making them slick and wet. “Looking beautiful, Ara.” Noticing her eyes turning pink, a grin played at the corner of his mouth. “Getting playful, are we?”“Oh yes, very.” Her alto voice slid over him like silk, goose bumps rising on his tanned flesh. Heels clicking against the hardwood floor, her walk was like a graceful dance, hips swaying and round, supple breasts lightly bouncing. When she sat atop the bed, her legs crossed and she leaned back, laying her head on his stomach. A long, red fingernail trailed against the contours of muscle on his abdomen, leaving naught scratch. She would have her fun mutilating that precious soft tissue soon enough. 
Slipping off of him, she reached behind her and let her dress drop to the floor, leaving her naked with only five inch heels adding to her already-tall height. Those too, were soon gone. Nash found himself reveling in her nakedness, taking in the curves of her hips and smoothness of her belly. “Oh yes, very,” she drawled again, tone almost like a seductive purr. Climbing on top of him, she began the first part of her final day with him.~.*~.*~.*~.*~.*~.*~.*~.*~.*~.*~.*~.*~.*~.*~.*~.*~.*~.*~.*~.*~.*~.*~.* 
It was when he was fast asleep that Arachne took her chance, slipping out from under the covers to the kitchen, retrieving a sharp butcher knife. The silver of the blade glinted in the moonlight that was emanating in from the wide open windows behind her. Her finger ran across the edge, feeling the serration, excitement filling her very core.Taking her time, she let her footsteps fall to deaf ears as she reentered the room, the sight of Nash’s gently rising and falling chest greeting her. Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, she said in a taunting whisper, “My, my, Nash. I may be your dirty girl as well as your housemaid, but soon you will be my victim of love.” Hazel eyes glanced at the butcher knife and an wicked smile played on her lips. 
As she neared him, he did not stir, did not roll over. She carefully slid the knife blade down against his chest, hard enough to create an angry line of blood pooling from it. Then he awoke with a flinch, glancing down and seeing what she was doing. “Ara, stop! STOP!” He tried wrestling the knife from her hand but she was too quick for him. One chop and his head lay half off his neck, blood spurting all over her from the wildly thrashing nerves. Licking her finger, she giggled, sucking in the taste of the gore.“Bye bye, Nashy-poo.” She cooed as she bit his left nipple once more. Bite marks appeared on his breast and she gathered her clothes, going into the lavish bathroom. The clothes she’d prepared ahead of time lay neatly folded on the white marble counter near the sink. She stepped in the shower and washed off all traces of blood, stepping out five minutes later to get dressed and leave. 
Arachne wore her embellished Vera Wang scoop neck top with skinny leg jeans and the same heels she’d kicked off earlier. It was cheap for her taste, but at least it was better than that horrid maid attire. She brushed through her brown locks, letting them wave and curl as they pleased, and she gave her reflection a kiss and left.Who’s next, she wondered? 
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