I am HELLCAT(it wouldn't let me put that as a name so I had to go with kitty). I am a demon tiger, technically an incubus.
My fur colour I would consider sangria, with black stripes. Of course saying they are a just black is almost misleading. Imagine the darkness shade of black you can...and it's darker then that. Over my body is there is a ritualistic design. Some may call it a "tattoo" but it's far more complex then that. They are runes and incantations etched into my very being. They glow with a sort of pale reddish hue but can change colour depending on various factors. Their design makes no sense, well no sense to a normal mortal mind. Of course to other demonic forces they can understand it perfectly, as well anyone touched with madness. You know, those who've managed to peer beyond the veil. Its goes down to about the middle of the back. On my shoulders pointing outwards are 2 large spikes, one on each shoulder blade, pure white but cracked slightly, they are my bone spikes. I have my razor sharp pure white teeth, from the bottom jaw I have 2 about 3 inch long fangs jutting upwards, visible even when my mouth is closed. They are more elongated then thick. Those who see me, fear me. My claws are made of iron and about an inch and a half long but they can be as long as I desire. My Hair is long and disheveled almost like a lion's mane but not quite. And finally my eyes. Ah yes my eyes, almost crystalline, blood red, semi iridescent. They're one of my many lures like a angler fish. Gaze deeply into them for only a moment and you will become awash with impure thoughts, your mouth will water at the carnal delights that will flood into your mind, like a tsunami crashing against an unsuspecting shore. Oh you can try and look away but just it only takes a glance, one fleeting moment....and you're mine......Forever.

My story begins, like all great stories, in the raging infernos of one of the Nine Circles of Hell. I grew up in Lust and I can say it is the best of all the circles. My mother was a mortal queen in life and my father was a demon, an incubus. I was the resulting spawn of their union. Growing up in Lust wasn't bad, I could have grown up in Violence, or worse Heresy. Can you imagine? All eternity listening to those misguided clerics and other unholy men and women of the cloth prattling on and on about their own devious religious ideology? Not to mention their annoying, agonizing screams as they're roasted alive in burning sarcophagi. The tedious boredom of it all now that's the real Hell. Anyways, I grew up with the sole purpose in mind, to have as much pleasure as I possibly can while making others have as much pain as they possibly can. Sort of a win/loss game I guess. I get to enjoy the thrills of flesh and they get to enjoy the eternal damnation as a result of enjoying said thrills. I suppose my actual purpose, from what the archdemons told me, is more about condemning as many souls as I can through carnal delights. Don't get me wrong, I fucking love my...I hesitate to call it a job, more like, a hobby really that pays me in souls. With each soul I damn my power grows. I may have lost count of how many souls I have corrupted but upon slight reflection it may be, in and around...132169. Yeah but that's maybe a rough estimate.

I enjoy a wide array of powers thanks to my demonic lineage, telepathy, necromancy, sanguimancy, that's right baby, I can control blood. However if I was hard pressed to pick a favorite power i'd say it is shape-shifting. Typically on the mortal realm I will take the form of a human male. A simple character disguise I try and make myself as average as I can. So the hair will normally be blonde, about medium length, often bit on the shaggy side, a lithe body, moderate muscle definition, typically Caucasian, age would appear to be around no earlier then 19, and is a small chin beard. As for clothing, I'd dress in ripped denim jeans, red converse high-tops with white socks, and a white tank top with a dark black zippered sweater. I find it the most unassuming form makes it easier to get in close to potential victims so I can start my seduction and thus infect them with my sexual corruption.

As you may wonder, no my name is not actually Hellcat(kitty). As a demon I have a true name, a demonic name. Of course I can't tell you for that would relinquish my power to whoever holds my true moniker. There maybe a way for you to discover my true name of course I won't tell you that either...Actually I likely shouldn't have told you about my true name at all.......Fuck!