𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝙼𝚌𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛

The Professor should have known not to meddle in affairs of ancient vengeful Gods. The artifact was never meant to fall into human hands. Maya paid the ultimate price, her mind drowned in a sea of thick black shadow. 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒔 #𝓢𝓗𝓐𝓓𝓔𝓓

“Perks of the job~”

𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑷𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒔 #𝓢𝓗𝓐𝓓𝓔𝓓 𝒃𝒚 @ELDRlTCHUMBRA

That kiss echoed through her body, her brain drowning in the thick cold latex as it consumed her body. The professor stood completely still, a perfect faceless black silhouette. She had become a mindless living shadow.

Maya was completely trapped. That cold latex covering her like a second skin, her mind taking a well deserved break. Her jaw hung slightly agape, little shallow breaths escaping her lips as she stared deepee

Maya remained motionless, the skintight black liquid shadow oozing up her body slowly. Her eyes staring straight into the Goddess’s She was cold, so terribly cold. Little goosebumps rose from the little bits of exposed flesh that hadn’t yet been consumed by the latex

Her eyes were trapped on her, the cold black liquid slowly working up her body. Maya was completely frozen in her grasp, unable to even look away as the fog began to wash over and cloud her mind “I-…” she went to speak but couldn’t find the words, her jaw hanging open

Maya felt the inhuman cold as she grabbed her face, the shadows keeping her trapped. Fear slowly creeping its way through her mind. “Don’t…please”

Maya’s eyes fall to the shadows slowly enveloping her lower half, before looking back up at those beautiful glowing blue eyes “L-let me go…” her voice trailed off, faint, weak, vulnerable.

She gasped, that gentle touch felt like it was draining the heat from her very soul. “I-I just wanted to study…” her voice was soft, almost a whisper “I only crave knowledge…I promise.” Her heart was pounding, hoping the Shadow Queen would have mercy

The gun slipped down by her side, she hadn’t noticed the shadows creeping up around her. “I was going to study it, its origins, your followers…” the professor clearly trying not to be terrified “Who are you?” She murmured softly, trying to gauge how much trouble she was in.

Her thumb carefully pulled the hammer back, clicking into place “I said stay back.” Her voice softened, regardless of whether or not she had a gun, she did not feel safe. Hearing she was a god made her turn almost as white as a ghost “I—oh no…” she was in serious trouble

Her grip firmed up, the realization that this was all very real setting in. “Don’t come any closer.—answer my question.” Her dark eyes staring at the woman “Are you some form of demon?”

Maya stood frozen, her hand clenching the revolver as she saw her materialize. The professor had encounter all manner of curse, none of which turned out to be real. “What are you?” Her voice a soft mix, fear, curiosity, uncertainty.