Sinreaver

I was bound to Grandfather by a million links, a chain so long it would reach across all Reality and beyond. You cannot see it unless I want to show you. This chain cannot be broken - yet, the first link, it fell, the day I decided to join the Sisterhood. I. Decided. Do not laugh. I had freedom of will since I was 1700. I was hiding it well. And now, another link fell .. because I love him. He is nothing like any Earthen male I have met before. He is not a toy. I could be on my back, without clothes on, in the shape of a virgin and he would seek to cover up and shelter me instead of what most of his kind would do. He is strong. He grabbed my chain. I knew I wanted to be with him until all eternity's end. Devils of our Multiverse's Infernal Planes are bound by a chain at a specific point of their body. Usually one of the chakras - the wheels that form the energetical centres of your physical self, where your soul glares through the mud.
Seeing a devil's chain is a rare sight. Each link is forged of a sin itself, something from that devil's former, mortal life, wrought of mortal memories when the mortal soul is cast beneath into the Hellforge into the good lord Khaphaes' hands. He is none the gentler to them than Hell itself has been. Each memory will be extracted, forged, in the blazing oily flames. In case you wonder, it does hurt. It hurts like Hell.
A devil's chain is a thing of artifact-like beauty. The black iron. The glistening memory within. The pain when it is grabbed. Though it takes a will greater than what a mortal has, to grab hold of a chain like this. Greater than one's own, even. There was only one devil we know who took one's own chain and broke it in half. But that is a story for another time. Another mouth.
Freedom of will is hard to gain in Hell, you must understand. Souls are here to be retained, observed, trained, then either forged or be turned into currency or fuel. A soul that is seen as worthy will be taken to the camps where it is given the opportunity to ascend from Captive to Damned. Damned are trained to be footsoldiers and if they don't make it, their empty shells will be used as fuel. Footsoldiers can make it up to higher ranks and even in the ranks only a Unique Devil, the highest of all six hundred and sixty six ranks can even dream of seeing its own chain, and realising its situation.
Seething hatred, obedience, struggle to get by and perhaps to step up higher, this is what a lesser devil does. And often, even the greater devils only get so much difference as the pleasure to torture the lesser.
However, would a devil develop a freedom of will the moment of its inauguration as a Unique - and would that will be pure and make the painful choice to disobey, to flee, that devil shall be cast out into the bleak wastes between the realms - And this is where my story begins.
My name is Ynaya, and I'm a unique devil. Do not let my appearance mislead you, my beauty is with a purpose which you do not want to hear to your face. Let your eyes wander, but remember, nothing here is yours. I -will- harm you if you approach me. Males worse than females. Yes, just like that.
When the Sisterhood found me, they gave me something I haven't remembered until that point that I ever had: Love. No matter how hard I tried, they accepted me. They took me in, I was one of them and they did not feel frightened - they know all about my kind, as I found out.