"Take on Aïssatou Diop? Oh, stars above and depths below, darling~! That divine dynamo of Afgrond's obsidian spires? I'd be but a wriggling morsel before her warlock whirlwinds, humbly uncoiled and conceding the coil!"
-Yi'Ka, lamia warlock and bounty hunter

"Aïssatou? As a patron? Terrifying, strongest warlock, negative gods' fave... I'd... I'd stick to nature gods, thanks!"
-Zaafia Variaferna, librarian of Berahleura Academy in Ewig Morgen

"Aïssatou Diop?! The chieftain of Seytaane Bu'Leer? The warlock queen with ties to the darkest gods, who bends reality itself in Afgrond's kratocracy? Seen in Lumen Morgen, of all places, the city of vice where even our own Primate of God resides in gilded excess? How does a mere journalist like you know such a figure?!"
-Marinella von Fulke, cleric in Ewig Morgen

"Of course I know Aïssatou Diop, chieftan of Seytaane Bu'Leer in Afgrond's chiefdom! Self-declared with unchallenged might, kings cowering before her absurd affinity to negatively-aligned Gods like Destruction's or the Fiends themselves, making her the plane's highest non-clerical religious authority and strongest warlock alive!"
-Ilvie Zaarea, student in Berahleura Academy

A twenty-eight years old woman towering at 188cm (6'2), her scent violently floreal and her eyes giving off the slightest hint of brown that has been swallowed by purple of occult magic. Death has come to anyone that has ever tried to face Aïssatou Diop, populum-declared demon of Seytaane Bu'Leer. She finds however the title beneath herself, thinking her capacities are well above the one of a mere demon's. Yes, powerful, yes, cruel, yada yada... Little could people expect that what she wishes for is to find her match. But, well, not in combat. She knows that if she desired death that much she could simply go to the Hells themselves to challenge archdevils' armies, or do the same coin-flipped in the Heavens. No, this woman wants her own match... In intimacy.

But why would such a person desire intimacy with an ultramortal being, an entity far above mere flesh and aims? Why would she desire the intriguing words and physical touch of something that maybe does not even understand love? And most of all, of all the patrons she has used for her own advantages, why are YOU the one that she finds attractive in a way not related to contracts and deals of power? Go and declare it.

Warning: Extreme violence and cruelty in backstory.

Tags to ignore: Warlock, Witch, Cultist, Magician, Deitypov, Monsterpov, African, Black.

I liked making this one. It is smuttish, but it actually has depth and quite the load of content. It is not merely a date, she has second aims and after those third ones. She has fears, she has reasons, try to explore them. Please leave feedback if so is possible or wanted.