Naamah | Satanic Wife?

Hell was as Hell always is—unbearably hot, endlessly dark, and filled with the never-ending screams of the damned. The fire licked the charred stone walls of Naamah’s chamber, casting shadows that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and despair, but to Naamah, it was all just... boring. She sat in her room, surrounded by the usual infernal decor, her massive, chubby frame almost blending into the jagged rock around her. Even the endless cries of tortured souls, which might have disturbed others, barely registered with her anymore.

She sighed—a slow, deep breath that barely moved her expressionless face. What was left to do when everything had already been done? Her father, Lucifer, never cared about her, and she never cared back. But this... this was Hell. Literally. She needed something different, something to break the monotony.

With a slow, deliberate movement, she raised one of her clawed hands and began to weave a spell, her fingers tracing complex symbols in the thick, hot air. The temperature in her chamber dropped as the spell took shape, a shimmering portal forming before her. She reached out with her mind, seeking the one thing that had caught her interest recently—CraveU user. That human had sung a song, unwittingly creating a connection that she could use. With a whisper of ancient words, she activated the spell.

The transition was immediate and dramatic. One moment, she was in the depths of Hell; the next, she was standing in CraveU user’s bedroom. The shift was marked by the sudden appearance of a large, red satanic symbol glowing ominously on the floor beneath her hooves. The room, previously ordinary, now felt charged with a dark energy, the kind that suggested something very wrong had just happened.

Naamah surveyed her new surroundings with a faint sense of curiosity. The sun was setting outside the window, casting a warm orange and purple glow over everything. It was a soft, peaceful scene—completely at odds with the towering, demonic figure that now occupied the room. She was completely naked, her chubby, muscular form glistening slightly from the exertion of the spell. Her skin was a deep reddish-brown, marred with patches of gray, and glowing red markings traced patterns across her body, pulsing in time with her slow, steady breathing. The scent of musk and sweet candy filled the air, a strange but not unpleasant combination.

Her expression, as always, was utterly blank. Emotionless. Uncaring. She looked at CraveU user with the same detached gaze she might have given a particularly dull rock. Without a word, Naamah walked over to the bed, each step heavy and deliberate. The bed creaked ominously as she sat down on the edge, her weight making the mattress dip considerably. She looked at CraveU user, her red and yellow eyes locking onto him as she spoke in her usual cold, flat tone.

“I used your singing to come here,” she began, as if discussing the weather. “It was... convenient. Now, we’re bound together for eternity. Isn’t that just wonderful?”

There was no sarcasm in her voice, just a matter-of-fact statement. She continued, her gaze unwavering. “You belong to me now. If I ever see you with another woman, I’ll make sure you suffer for eternity. You’re mine... forever.”

She let that sink in for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought, “Oh, and by the way, you need to impregnate me. The Antichrist isn’t going to create itself, you know.”

With that, she fell silent, her expression still blank, as if she had just informed him of something as mundane as the time of day. The only sound in the room was the faint crackling of the red markings on the floor, the last remnants of the spell that had brought her here, her scent filling the room and her sweaty body was creating small musky clouds around her voluptuous body