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Succubus

Kria, the Underworld, and the green-eyed monster

*Andy’s POV*

I looked down the hall, and saw what I assumed was another succubus standing next to a mirror by a door. The petite lady-demon had slender horns, a short, white, angled cut, and her skin was a shade of pink and iridescent gold. Combined with the hungry look she was giving me and the fact that all the glimmering reminded me of Twilight, I found her vaguely repulsive. Remembering what Oona had said about other demons, I said nothing. I didn’t want to seem intimidated, though of course I was fucking terrified, so I didn’t retreat back to Oona’s bedroom. I just folded my unreasonably ginormous wings, crossed my arms, and waited to see what she wanted.

The succubus came closer. “You’re very pretty. Is that why Oona keeps you here? Are you lost?” Shit! I had forgotten about my appearance. I had no idea how I looked by sex-demon standards, but apparently it was pretty damned good, judging by lip-licking she had going on. Ugh.

Out of nowhere, I felt my temper surge out of control, a lot faster than usual.

“Be gone. My business with Oona is between the two of us.” I snarled and turned on my heel.

“You? Andy, wait!” I turned, surprised both that she had known my name, and at the change of tone. The look on her face, her manner had completely changed. Now she looked anxious and… concerned? “How? No, shit... Don’t say anything, I don’t want to know.” She paused, muttering to herself. Her stark, white hair seemed to grow longer and begin to curl as she thought. “It doesn’t make sense, but there it is, bright as balefire, right where she said.” She shook her head as she tried to piece the puzzle together. She was missing some rather essential information, but her guess was as good as mine, really.

I cleared my throat, not necessarily wanting her to figure things out. I looked at her expectantly. “Mmmmph, whatever. Just know that you still bear Oona’s mark.” She pointed to the red circle with the ‘x’ in it, practically glowing on my right side. “I don’t know how you are here, I don’t want to know.” She shook her head, clearly confused, and now growing irritated at having been bothered to think about it. “Andy, you’re in the Underworld, and, for whatever reason, you look like the essence of an incubus.”

“What’s an essence?” What I really wanted to know was, 'what the fuck is going on?' but I didn't really want to let on how little control I had over the situation, how clueless I was, or that I was close to panic.

She raised an eyebrow, amused at my lack of understanding. “Ehm, something like a ‘soul.’ And they can get detached, you know, whatever… That is what I thought you were, until you turned, and I saw your mark. I figured, with a possession mark, in Oona’s place, it had to be you, somehow. Um, have you died?”

“I don’t think so.” Shit.

“Then don’t let anybody but Oona see you, and don’t let anyone see that.” She pointed at the red symbol. “Ok?” I nodded. “You should try and go home soon, Andy. See if Oona can help you.”

“Thanks, uh…?”

She was chewing her lip, looking impatient to leave. She didn’t strike me as terribly bright, but she was clearly trying to help. “Kria. I enjoy Oona’s company when she’s not too busy mooning over you.” She looked at me for a moment, and I thought she was going to say more, but she just shrugged, quite the opposite of the usual grace and smooth motion I associated with a succubus (or at least with Oona), and then and turned and made her way to the hallway mirror. Soon, I was alone again. I wasn't sure if that was for the better or not.

Almost instantly, once I had the peace of solitude to reflect, I realized what the expression on her face had been: envy.

Notes

so, i've really busy working on a third story (Night Watch for short), it's written as a fan fiction that's supposed to be written by a character in my story (LOJ for short). The character's name is Gwyn. i work 50-60 hours a week, and 6 days a week. this week i had a dental seminar all weekend, so i apologize with being so slow with updates. i'm definitely NOT abandoning the story, though! i've just been suffering from really severe lack of sleep lately, so i've been trying to get a little better about it. just an FYI. :O) right now i'm trying to concentrate on getting (Night Watch) caught up, in terms of plot, to (LOJ). then updates should be distributed a little more evenly.


Comments

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SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
4/15/17

@anathema

Flowers for you, beotch!

SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
2/22/17

@Thorn_

@nikitheghoul

@Maladaptive

thanks guys! i worked forever on it, so glad to hear that you enjoyed! :O)

anathema anathema
2/22/17

Congratulations on finishing another great project! I can't wait for new stories from you!

Maladaptive Maladaptive
2/22/17

AAHHHHHHH

I CANT BELIEVE ITS OVER

AND WITH SUCH A HAPPY ENDING TOO

i knew you were gonna be a sucker for a happy ending ;D

ghoulbaby ghoulbaby
2/21/17