>>1886
First time Rper here, go easy on me~

>I hope someone does an interesting Killer request
I can make one after this.

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K/V: Victim
Name: Lucy
Age: 23
Characteristics: A blonde girl with short creamy blonde hair, large hazel eyes, tall and slender, wearing heels, a tight little black dress. Amateur artist and part time clothing/woman's underwear model.
Scene: Model photo shoot session gone wrong.

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>>1886

"Is that... a real daemoness?" A young white-robed acolyte gasped as he caught a glimpse of the horned figure strapped onto the large crucifix behind the altar.

"That's a daemoness alright." The archdeacon's baritone voice reverberated from the walls of the chapel "This one calls herself Lilith, a cheap imitator of the Queen of the Night. Doesn't matter to me what they call themselves, they all burn the same."

He threw a cold glance at the bound daemoness; two large curved horns adorned her long straight hair, which was color of mulberry and wine. She was voluptuous, with large, full breasts, and a long, slender waist that curved gracefully out to ample hips.

A lesser clergyman would break his vow of chastity at the mere sight of her, but the archdeacon and his acolyte merely stared at her as if she's an object of filth.

Lilith was stark-naked apart from the iron collars around her neck and wrists, firmly securing her on the crucifix. Her shapely body glistened in the candlelights, upon closer inspection it looks like she's covered in oil. She desperately tried to wriggle herself free, only to be met with a dismissal sneer from the archdeacon.

"It's no use, you foul monster. All equipments used here have been treated with holy water drawn from the sacred city of Jerusalem. It'll be a lot less painless if you stop wriggling around like that." He paused for a moment, as if contemplating something "Unless you are one of those daemons who are into pain, in that case consider this my gift to you."

"What... what will happen to her?" The acolyte whispered in a barely audible voice. The archdeacon straightened his back, and replied in a booming voice.

"She will be cast back to burning pits of hell where she belongs. This shameless harlot was poisoning our beautiful village, threatening the body and soul of our men and children, our livestock and our purity. And there are many more like them. They are everywhere and they will never stop craving for our souls. For that, I, Francis Eisenhart, archdeacon of the church of Christ and defender of his flock, condemn her to death by purifying flames."

The acolyte was instructed to gather kindling and wood from the church's woodshed, and pile them around her feet. A torch was used to ignite the kindling. As the young acolyte watched fearfully, the dried wood caught and burst into flame.

Muffled screams escaped Lilith's throat as her lilac skin started to shrivel up and turn black and burn, sub-dermal fat and gristle would cook and flare up as they burnt. She kicked kicked backwards and forwards as a futile attempt to avoid the ravenous fire, but to no avail.

She died quickly but in great agony as the tongues of flame enveloped her. A great daemoness was soon reduced to nothing more than charred meat in the centre of her funeral pyre in a matter of minutes.

The archdeacon and his acolyte began their clean up, after all they have a Sunday service to prepare for tomorrow.