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Succubus

What that boy is doing, the company you are keeping, it’s not our way.

*Andy’s POV*

I didn’t know what to say. Some part of me wanted to tell the interloper to kiss my ass. This fucker was in my home, uninvited, and I hadn’t asked for some bullshit, supernatural, bigoted war… But, for some reason, I held my tongue.

The towering, sickly-white, lanky man narrowed his dark eyes at me and sniffed. “Your luck, on the other hand, is very good, young man.” He scowled fiercely. “You are very fortunate it was I that found you. Hold still.”

I backed away from him as he approached, and he glared angrily at me. “We have no time for games, boy! Allow me to stuff you into your human shell at once, or be dragged by me to the Creator! I am not the only one looking for you, fool!”

Frightened, but unwilling to let some sycophant from the Heavens manipulate my body, I made one final, desperate attempt to demanifest on my own. I wasn’t afraid of being an angel or being an incubus anymore, I just wanted everyone I cared about to be safe.

I fell to the ground with the effort, the pain from my bruised skin stretching to accept my wings making me groan. I just focused on how much I wanted to protect everyone I cared for, how much they needed me, right now, to demanifest in front of whatever this thing was.

It left me feeling totally drained, and I just wanted to go to sleep. Drowsiness filled my body for a few seconds, only to be replaced by terror when I felt a cold, large hand on my cheek. “Are you well, boy?”

My eyes shot open in panic, and the thing with the deep-set eyes was leaning right over me! The ghostly-white man opened his mouth to say something, when he abruptly lurched away from me with a grunt! What the fuck?

What happened next, happened fast.

Oona had grabbed the man by his wings and was wrapping her tail around his throat! She didn’t say a word, just held him very still, and whipped him around to face Penemue. Penemue had, by some means, produced a bright, shiny weapon, and looked totally surprised and at a loss for words.

Penemue dropped his shockingly threatening stance, and gestured at the dark, winged fellow, still looking stunned. “Samael?”

My eyes widened. THE Samael? As in ‘The Venom of God,’ the archangel of death, God’s executioner? Was in my fucking house? Holy shit! He had just touched my face! I pointed at him. “Wow!”

Samael looked unimpressed with all of the proceedings. “Penemue, darn it, I had no idea the perpetrator was one of your descendants, much less your special, little golden boy, here! I had heard this fellow was your special interest.” Golden boy? Asshole.

Samael fussed a little in Oona’s grip. “Hmph! Have your foul confederate release me at once!”

Penemue sheathed his strange sword-thing and looked Samael in the eye proudly. “Samael. You were a friend, once. But you are high in the Heavenly Host. The very same that hunts my boy, Andy, who has done no wrong-“

Samael sputtered indignantly. “-He fornicated-“

Penemue, shocking me, completely lost his temper, and yelled at Samael, even loosing some spittle in his face. “-Andy was not created as an angel, had never lived as an angel, was not taught angelic custom, did not know the rules, I say he did no wrong by falling in love, demon or no! Do not lecture me! You think it was a mistake that the Creator would have it be you to discover us?”

Penemue pointed in Samael’s face. “No! You know as well as I that if the Creator wanted Andy punished, it would already be done!”

Penemue started to pace. “You must have been sent to comb through the area, to respond to Andy’s manifestation.” He nodded. “Never underestimate the brilliance of the Creator’s plan. Often, I have lost sight of it; it is why I was unworthy of the Host. But now I am more certain than ever that Andy is meant for great things in this world, Samael.”

Samael sighed. “I think what you mean to say is, ‘Sam, will you cover my bottom again?’ And by the by, the polite way to ask a favor of an old friend is, generally speaking, not by having them restrained by lascivious, befouled-“

Now I lost my temper. “Watch your fucking mouth! Her name is Oona, and you will call her Oona. How would you like it if she called you a self-righteous, holy-rolling dickhead instead of Samael?”

Penemue nodded. “I concur. It’s not very nice, Samael.”

Samael grunted with frustration. “Are you mad? Fine! Oona, please let go. This situation is beyond uncomfortable and forbidden.”

I chuckled when Oona let go and popped Samael smartly on his butt, getting an absolutely horrified gasp. Samael turned to Penemue, pointedly ignoring both Oona and I. “Your progeny is impressive, and was able to demanifest under duress. Afterwards, he experienced fatigue. I suggest you tuck him in for nap, perhaps followed by a hearty meal. I've heard soup is good, with some carbohydrates.” What?

Samael made a thin line with his lips and paused for a moment before holding up a hand. “I don’t want to know more, don’t tell me, but I will share with you this much: the tracking signal is split, and has grown sporadic and weak. Only a few of us have had any idea where the angel fornicator was. All signs will be gone in some eight hours or less, but this was our last major pass through California. If your inheritor can refrain from angelic manifestation during coitus with his… dark paramour again, all should be well. Teach him control, Penemue.”

Penemue and the dark angel clasped arms. Samael looked over at me, where I was still sitting on the floor, as well as at Oona, who had moved to stand closer to me. “Penemue… Though I believe you are right, this is right… What that boy is doing, the company you are keeping, it’s not our way.”

Penemue looked sad. “Samael, Andy isn’t just an angel. You know that. There is much more to him. And, though I am an angel, I am no longer a member of the Heavenly Host. I’m not really one of you anymore either.”

Samael nodded curtly before turning to touch a mirror. In a blink, he was gone.

Notes

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