Dec 16 2014

A Review of My Naughty Roommate: The Futanari Succubus by Sinn Lee

My Naughty Roommate: The Futanari Succubus by Sinn Lee

My Naughty Roommate: The Futanari Succubus by Sinn Lee

The question of reality and dreams is an interesting one, especially when it comes to Succubi. It’s more of a question when those dreams are within someone close to you and you aren’t quite sure if they would accept you as the Succubus you are.

Sometimes the more important questions come when your secret comes out and the next step can’t wait for another dream… You have to make it reality… If they are willing…

  • Title: My Naughty Roommate: The Futanari Succubus
  • Author: Sinn Lee
  • Length: 15 Pages
  • Publishing Date: July 5, 2014
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The story tells of:

When Julie lands a great job and moves to the city with her best friend Chelsea, she begins to have strange and steamy dreams. Julie’s made it her dirty little secret to keep these naughty dreams hidden, even from her best friend. But Julie hasn’t the slightest clue that Chelsea is the one responsible for each and every one of them.

Julie is out in the world for the first time after college and, lucky for her, she’s managed to keep a friend with her, sharing an apartment and working at the same place. Everything’s great except Julie has some powerfully erotic dreams about a succubus. A very talented one. One that loves her. A strange moment one morning with her friend Chelsea and secrets come out… And then both Chelsea and Julie do too…

I’ve read quite a number of Sinn’s works and this I think is one of her best in a lot of ways. The characterization is really well done in the story and how Julie is written really makes her a vivid character in my thoughts. She’s very much the core of the story and quite a lot is told from her perspective which I thought worked well. She is, as the story unfolds, a bit obtuse about her relationship with her friend Chelsa and for the most part sees that relationship as platonic.

There is one passage in the work that describes the recurring dream that Julie has about a succubus who comes and pleasures her which is lovely, passionate and hot. There’s an sweet undercurrent of love which I enjoyed immensely as well. The one thing that confused me slightly was that Julie notes that she doesn’t remember the dream upon awakening and yet she tells of it in the story. It seemed a bit out of place, but by the end of the work it made a lot more sense than it did at first.

The succubus in Julie’s dreams turns out to be Chelsea, in her true form which I thought worked very well. More so that Chelsea isn’t stereotypically evil, but rather cares about Julie very much and it made their first real world encounter that much more lovely and passionate. Much more so than Julie’s dreams could really give light to.

There are some moments of hesitation when Chelsea reveals herself that I thought were cute, the question that Julie asks just fits their relationship perfectly and I do admit that I laughed when it came up. Beyond that moment, what comes between Julie and Chelsea, what Julie gives in return for the dreams she had, I thought connected the threads in the story well and that gave the ending when it arrived more than a simple sexual encounter.

There’s a lovely thread of emotion in this work, the erotica isn’t just dropped into the story without a purpose. There’s a good story being told about revealing secrets and in that story the desires of the two characters I think came through clearly.

The only thing that I wish is that the story was about ten pages longer. I think a somewhat longer buildup to Chelsea coming out as a Succubus would have been nice. It just seemed too abrupt a switch from dreams to wondering to truth. I’m not sure that things should have been so quickly done. A daydream by Julie about Chelsea might have made the emotional connection better than it was.

Four out of five pitchforks.

It’s just too short a story honestly. I loved the characterizations, the building of the story, the secrets being told and discovered. But then the story rushes into the erotica which was a bit… off. I don’t think it had to be that way. Perhaps another ten pages of “discovery” would have helped…



Dec 15 2014

Storm Clouds 213 by TeraS

Trying to move onto Chapter 39 this week… We’ll see how that goes… Or tries to…

For those that would like to read Storm Clouds from the beginning, you can click this link, and it will take you to the page where all of the previous chapters can be found.


Storm Clouds 213
Chapter 36
By TeraS


Time passed ever so slowly in the room. Someone who concentrated might be able to follow the dust motes as they floated here and there among the bookcases, tables, and chairs. Someone not so inclined to watch them might be held by the image of a woman straddling a man on one of the chairs, her fingers laced into his hair and their lips crushed together in a deep kiss.

One might also notice that neither of them was moving. But there was one other in the room who was. She was stalking back and forth, her long, red, heart-tipped tail swaying pensively as she walked, her eyes scanning intently from the carpet below her to the two intertwined and then back again as she paced.

Out of what some might mistake for frustration or impatience, she would tuck a wayward lock of hair back behind one of her ears from time to time. In fact, it was neither of those emotions, but rather, her pondering over what she knew and understood …

… and when Tera, the Queen of the Succubi, put a puzzle together and the pieces fit? That spelt issues for someone.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar presence entering the apartment building, so her pacing came to a stop and a warm smile played upon her lips. She had been wondering when he was going to appear, and it seemed that this moment was the one that mattered.

His timing, as always, was impeccable. But then, he was especially attuned to her.

Counting to twelve, Tera walked over to the apartment door and then waited another three beats before opening the door and looking out into the hallway. The elevator dinged, the doors opened and she waved to the one standing there, his hands quite full. “Coming! Just a moment, my heart!”

The man in the elevator, who Thomas would recognize as the pastor from the funeral he attended not so long ago, nodded his head in lieu of a wave: “All fine, Dear One. I’ll manage.”

Quickly making her way down the hall, Tera replied: “Manners will not allow that, you know. At least allow me to be of some use?”

He chuckled: “We’ve talked about this before, Dear One. You sell yourself short. You are more than useful and, one of these days, you’ll see that.”

She scrunched up her nose as she took a small bag from under his arm: “Family trait, you know.”

He nodded once, blushing a little: “Yes … quite so.”

Moving to walk beside him, she slipped her arm with his and they moved towards John’s apartment. As they walked, they slipped into the banter they always shared.

“I’m sorry for being late.”

“Not late. You are exactly on time, as always.”

“How are you managing, Dear One?”

“Oh … managing, my heart.” Of course, she didn’t want to worry him.

“I see.” Of course, he saw right through that.

The next words that passed between them were ones that each knew didn’t need to be said, for they had known each other, it seemed, forever. Tera’s heart would always be so, as would she for him as his Dear One. That was just how things were, and nothing in the universes could change that fact. After they entered John’s apartment, he handed her one of the styrofoam cups he held. As he closed the door he asked: “And where is your Eternal, Dear One?”

Tera smiled as she traced a fingertip around the rim of the styrofoam cup: “Oh, he’s off and about looking after something.” She looked at him and nodded once: “But he is with me and I am with him.”

The look he gave her was somewhere between understanding and trepidation: “Of course. That was not my concern.”

Her finger stopped moving as she tilted her head to the left: “But you are concerned.”

He nodded, taking the lid off his tea: “I am worried about you, Dear One. You are troubled, have been for some time. I can see it in your eyes … your Eternal and I might be the only ones that possibly could have seen it, of course, but it is there.”

Tera was silent for a time, then admitted: “I think the Dark has been messing with things it should not. So I am … hoping … to fix that damage.”

“I see. And the two over there?”

“They are the thing that needs to be made right once more.”

He took a sip of his tea: “Playing matchmaker, Dear One?”

She took the lid off her own tea: “Oh those two are matched, my heart. I’m just trying to set things right once more.”

“Dear One, are you sure you are doing the right thing, or are you possibly … inadvertently … just maybe … doing the Dark’s own work for it?”

Tera paused, her tea almost to her lips: “Memories have been changed, my heart. The reason for that I do not know. Yet the Dark has altered the memories of some of the succubi. It has also changed the memories of innocents. It is trying to set something up to Its benefit. Jane is one of them. John, the dear man she is with at the moment, is the other.”

“Are you sure?”

Tera’s tail moved slowly behind her: “I know Eternals when I see them, my heart. In that I am sure. What happens after that is in their hands.”

“Which means we wait.”

“You need not have to, my heart. I’ll wait.”

He winked: “And have you talking to yourself? I shudder to think what your dear Tail will have to say about that.”

Tera smiled a warm, knowing smile: “You are, of course, quite right, my heart.”

He walked over to the couch and settled in: “What would you like to talk about while we wait?”

Tera took a spot on the other end of the couch, curling her legs underneath her as she did: “I have a theory … more of a thought, perhaps.”

He looked at his tea: “Why do I have the feeling, Dear One, that we’ll need more tea?”

She laughed: “Because that is how it always works when we chat, my heart. And, next time, I will bring the pie to share.”

He tipped his cup towards her: “So. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

She tilted her head to the right: “There is quite a lot that is bothering me. To be truthful, there has been for some time. I think that the time which the Dark has spent in trying to get into the Realm has made it desperate for some kind of success.”

He furrowed his brow: “It is a persistent entity; that much is obvious. And yes, your … resistance … has been a thorn in Its side.” The innocent look she gave in reply just made him chuckle as he sipped his tea, waiting for her to continue.

She considered the cup she held, then continued: “To be honest, it’s been a bother to me as well, in more ways than one, but we won’t dwell on that part of the story, as we’ll come back to that a bit later to try and tie the threads together.”

“Which means we start with … ?”

“We start with the question of what, exactly, is It intending to do with the tail that is missing.”

“You assume she is being held?”

“I know she is being held. I am just not sure exactly where she is at this moment. I know that she is nearby … somewhere … but otherwise I am not sure where. I sense she is trapped or bound in some way. That means It must have a plan for her. Whether by influencing her, forcing something upon her, or other means, It has but one goal, and having a Tail would give It something It never had before.”

He nodded: “A key.”

“Yes. There are only a few entries into the Realm for those not …” She paused here, considering her next words, worrying that “like us” would sound more than a bit conceited, but he finished the thought for her.

“… like you, Dear One. I know better—we know better—and you need to keep that in mind.”

She nodded in reply: “Of course. Like us, my heart. There are some with that key. Some others, like you, are offered a pass to the Realm, at the right time for the right reason. But all of us, even myself, have to pass by the gates, all of them, before stepping foot in the Realm.”

He smiled: “And, of course, that final gate, the one that none shall pass without permission, is the last bastion.”

She sighed, wistfully: “Yes. But we won’t dwell on that point, my heart. Let’s try and keep focus on our missing tail for the moment.”

He gave a sidelong look at the pair on the chair as he wondered: “Can I assume that they are both part of the story?”

“Quite so. She is the sister of the one whose tail is held, obviously. He is, I am sure, her Eternal. When we had the funeral, it struck me that she was there, but he was not. The question then was … “Why?” Speaking with her afterwards, it was clear that the Dark did something to her, and, I think, vice versa.”

“So, you have two souls no longer connected.”

“Yes, but that’s just where it begins. She, our dear Jane, is impulsive, quick to anger, and more importantly, would do anything to have revenge for her sister’s passing. What would she do if she believed that her only family, the only one she loved, was gone?”

He shook his head: “Oh, I have a good idea. There was something wrong about her; I had chalked it up to grief and did not push her. I should have.”

She set her cup down on a small side table, some worry in her eyes as she looked at him: “No guilt, my heart—not for either of us. There was enough grief to go around for everyone. We both missed it, but we are both now aware.”

He allowed those words but replied: “Then I expect you not to have guilt, either. It is not becoming of you. Queen or not, it is not becoming of you or your soul, and I will not allow it.”

She laced her fingers together, placing them in her lap: “The guilt I think I have dealt with. It was slowly turning into anger … or it was until Jane came back and I saw she had a problem. That problem made it clear that there was a … discrepancy that needed to be repaired.”

He considered his tea: “Now that your anger is gone, Dear One, you need to keep it away … the Dark is counting on using it against you.”

She looked towards Jane and John: “Something happened in the two weeks that she was out of touch. When she came back, she claimed to have been overseas for some time, but that made little sense, as they were inseparable. There was something missing in Jane. Again, it seemed like the loss of her sister was the answer, but it goes further than that. He was missing. They were missing.”

“So, that’s when you put Tom and Camilla onto things?”

She nodded and picked up her tea again, taking a sip: “There was something that happened in the world here, driven by forces bound to rules that apply here. Something else happened outside of this world, where other rules apply. Having the two of them dealing with this will give me a new perspective on what It wants.”

He chuckled: “There’s something more, Dear One.”

She smiled over the rim of her cup: “Perhaps … perhaps not. We shall see.”

He raised his cup in reply: “Yes. We shall. But the story isn’t over yet. You are holding back a few things. I can tell.”

She paused, just before taking a sip: “Two things: All four of them are connected to what happened. Two of them are what It has focused upon.”

He frowned: “So they are all at risk. But which two are the ones It has focused on?”

Tera’s tail pointed at Jane: “She is one, obviously. I believe that Thomas is the other. They both have suffered great losses. They can both be influenced by It making an appeal to their darker emotions.”

“What happens when one … or the other … or both … is freed?”

“That, my heart, is what I am intending to find out with Jane.”

“And Tom?”

She sighed: “I am trusting that his belief in doing good is strong. Camilla will help in that. So will Nina … assuming that Thomas will let them in to help.”

He considered her words, then asked: “But what about our missing tail? How does she fit into this?”

Tera looked into her cup as if reading tea leaves, though there were none: “What would one do if one could bring a lost love back? What would one give up? What would happen when the truth was revealed?”

“That, I think, would depend on the truth, would it not?”

She looked up: “Yes. Yes it would.” Then she looked back down at her cup once more.

He sighed: “Dear One, it does you no good to keep things bottled up inside you, nor can you get them past me without me noticing.”

“There are two problems with sharing the truth in this case, my heart. One is that the truth will not set anyone free. The harm in the truth being known would only play into It’s hands. The truth I speak of is meant for one soul only and it is one that I do not have the right to share.”

“If not you, then who?”

Tera looked at him: “The one that cannot speak.”

She stood and began to walk around the room, still holding the cup in her hands: “The second reason for not sharing is that I may—and yes, I know this sounds impossible—I may be completely wrong about what I believe the truth to be.”

He leaned back in his chair, a small twinkle in his eye: “You, Dear One? Wrong? If so, I do believe I will have to check on whether the laws of the universe have been changed recently.”

Tera laughed softly: “I’ve been wrong many times, my heart. The thing is that I hide those mistakes well enough that they are not seen for the mistakes they are.”

“You are avoiding the point, Dear One. It isn’t that you are wrong nearly as often as you believe … except when you think you are hiding these things from your Eternal or me. It is that you are far too hard on yourself when those around you are hurt. You make it your focus to deal with that, to take it upon yourself. Sometimes, you do have to allow others to stumble.”

A sigh, quite a long one: “Cannot do that, my heart. Call it … a very deep fault. Perhaps it is the one that the Dark has figured on to be how it wins the war.”

He placed his cup on the table and then walked over to her. Resting a hand on Tera’s shoulder he explained: “It is not a fault to care. We have talked about this many times before. It is a fault to take on too many things, to not share with others who can help with the burdens. And I would bet my socks that this is exactly what the Dark will use to defeat you.”

Tera patted his hand lightly: “As you know, that sharing is something not easily done.”

He smiled: “True … for both of us. Now, there are plans to be made, and in this case, Dear One, your heart is going to help.”

She began to shake her head, to refuse. She couldn’t possibly allow him to do so.

“Ah! I am sorry, but no, Dear One. There is no getting out of this. You need more help than what you have now, and if you don’t let me help you, then I will go on my own. So please, tell me what you have in mind next.”

“You really will not like it, my heart; not at all.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, Dear One.”

Ten minutes later found Tera sitting on the couch, rolling her cup between her hands and looking at him as he paced back and forth as she had been before he arrived. She had explained her plans, what she intended to do and what the cost would be.

He finally stopped pacing and looked at her: “I do not like this at all, Dear One.”

“I did warn you.”

“So you did. It is a dangerous plan. It can go wrong at any of a dozen turns. Worse, if it does go wrong, then the Realm is lost. However …”


He furrowed his brow: “However, misquoting Einstein, ‘I, at any rate, am convinced that you do not throw dice.’”

She was puzzled; the twist in her tail, which he knew well, spoke to her thoughts as much as any words would: “Meaning what, exactly?”

“Meaning that, though your plans appear to be risky, somehow you have a fairly good idea that it will turn out well.”

She traced a finger against her lips, as if sealing them, a thin smile there as she did so.

“But what is missing from this equation is that you are not going in alone. I won’t have it. You would risk yourself to save the Realm. Someone needs to be there who will risk the universe to save you.”

She looked him in the eye: “I worry that I may have to do something of which you do not approve, something that would disappoint you.”

He didn’t waver: “You could never disappoint me, Dear One. Never. And I will stand beside you no matter what … including no matter if you tell me not to.”

She opened her mouth to speak … but then closed it, smiling.

He smiled back and nodded once: “Did you ever meet Einstein in your travels, Dear One?”

“Yes. I was fortunate to hear him play the violin once. His connection with music was … breathtaking. Even if he didn’t see his talents for all that they were.”

He chuckled as he took the other end of the couch once more: “Your words remind me of a certain red tail that I know who has the same problem. She needs to see that in herself every now and again.”

She tilted her head to the right: “I have no idea what you mean, my heart.”

He shook his head: “Yes, Dear One. Of course you do.”


Storm Clouds
Chapter 37
By TeraS


Billy wasn’t sure if Donna actually had to go and visit every single person in the building. Actually he wasn’t sure if they actually did visit them all or not, but there were a lot of people that she had introduced him to, and he knew there was no possible way he was going to remember all of their names. Funny thing was, the only name that he wanted to remember was Donna’s. He wasn’t sure why it mattered so much, but he was bound and determined not to forget.

He always hated going around with his father and meeting with people that mattered to their business, or to his father. They always treated him as if he was being tolerated, and they were always formal and cold, seeming like they only did so in order to not offend his father.

Donna’s co-workers weren’t like that. He wasn’t sure if they were always that interested in other people, or if they were now only because he was with Donna, or because he was helping deliver the coffee and donuts. Whatever the reason, there wasn’t one person that he met who didn’t greet him warmly. The hugs from the women were embarrassing, but Billy managed to get through that without making a fool of himself. Even the men weren’t trying to break his hand during the many handshakes, which is what normally happened to Billy. They treated him as an equal—which, again, was something that didn’t usually happen for him.

Billy, being overwhelmed as he was by what was happening, didn’t notice the look that Donna gave each person that he was introduced to. The look was, if one was paying attention, almost pleading for approval.

By the time the tour ended, he figured that he certainly must have met everyone in the building. As they passed by an office on the upper floor, he noticed Donna frown, just a little, and that bothered him. “What’s up?”

“Oh. I was hoping you might meet my …” The pause was very noticeable, even for Billy, and he was about to ask about that when Donna continued: “… boss. Her name’s Tera.”

Billy was still bothered about the pause: “Don’t like her?”

Donna shook her head, her short platinum blond hair moving in an odd wave, which Billy found very interesting: “Oh gosh no! I love her bunches!”

Her answer brought Billy up short. She didn’t seem like the kind of lady that would use the words “gosh” and “bunches.” For some reason, he felt she was putting on a show or something. “Really?”

Donna stopped and turned to look at Billy. She placed her right hand on his chest and explained: “She’s wonderful, Billy. She’s done so much for me. I owe her a lot, and I’ll never be able to repay her.”

He looked at her hand, then into her eyes: “Lots of people tell me that, but they do it ‘cause they fear the people they work for.”

Donna scrunched up her nose, which Billy thought made her look awfully cute: “Not me. I love Tera like a sister. We’re all …” Again she paused, which was odd, but then she continued: “… a family. I know that sounds weird, but that’s the only way I can explain it.”

Billy had come to the conclusion that there was something odd about the place where Donna worked. There was something odd, but what it was, in the end, didn’t seem to matter as much as meeting Donna did, so Billy nodded: “’kay. I can see that. This place is kinda’ weird, but if that’s how you think about things, then … ‘kay.”

Donna smiled, and Billy thought that it was a good thing to see her smiling.

After going down a flight of stairs that took them past the Receptionist—and Billy still found himself not wanting to make her mad—Donna led him down a hallway that he was sure they hadn’t been through before. He actually wasn’t even sure if the hallway had been there when they had entered the place and first met the Receptionist. This place was built weirdly, and he had been turned around so many times that he wasn’t sure what direction he was facing. Not that it mattered that much: he was fine with walking with Donna and talking to her, anyway. But he had expected to arrive in what Donna had called the “Lounge,’ and, as they walked, he worried about making a mess there. This building was amazingly well kept and clean, and he just knew that he would drop something somehow and make a mess somewhere. Luckily, he thought, that hadn’t happened so far. So it was a surprise when she opened a door and he found that that the Lounge wasn’t their destination.

Instead, the opened door revealed what looked like a neatly kept lunch room, large enough for a dozen or more diners, with a big picture window to one side that looked out over what seemed to be the backyard of the place. Though Billy wasn’t exactly sure how it was that so many trees would be there.

“After you, Billy.”

He shook his head: “Sorry. Manners say that it’s ladies first.”

Donna smiled: “How about together? You’ve been following me around, me leading the way. I’d much rather have you walking with me. You don’t have to hold hands if you don’t want to.”

Billy blushed, but managed: “That’s kind of forward, isn’t it?”

Donna smiled: “A little bit … maybe.”

With a flick of her shoe she held the door open for them: “Now you don’t have to hold the door, and we can go and find a place to sit and share my coffee and bagel.”

Billy held up the bag that he had been carting around with him: “Bagel? Not a donut?”

A short walk across the room and they were both sitting at a table over by the window, Donna facing Billy: “Bagels are a good thing to have when you want to think about something.”

“I don’t get it. Sorry.”

She opened the bag and took the bagel out, placing it on top, then opening the coffee and sitting it beside the bagel: “You have to work at eating a bagel. It’s a bit of a struggle to tear it into pieces to nibble on. It’s a bit of work to chew on. Because it takes a while, you get a change to think about things.”

The look on Billy’s face made it clear that stuff like what Donna was talking about was a little over his head: “Like what?”

She picked up the bagel and tore it into four pieces. Taking one of those, she broke it in half and then gave Billy one of them: “Oh, all sorts of stuff.”

He looked at the bagel in his hand: “Like?”

Donna held her piece a bit away from her lips as she answered: “Like if you might like me as much as I like you. Like what you like to do for fun. Like if you might ask me out to dinner.” As the last word left her lips, she popped the bagel in her mouth and started to chew on it.

Billy was brought up short and stuffed his piece into his month to occupy himself while he thought. She was really classy, and that meant that she’d want to go out somewhere expensive. That wouldn’t be a problem: Dad had always paid Billy well for the work he did, and he had saved a lot over the years. But he didn’t have a suit, didn’t run around in those sort of places. After finally swallowing the bagel he explained: “Do like you. But you’re so classy. I don’t know what you like to do for fun, and the place I like to go for dinner is the burger joint on 11th and Main—not exactly the sort of place you’d want to be in.”

Donna stood up, and Billy didn’t have any other choice but to look at her standing there in a classy blue dress. When she didn’t say anything, he closed his eyes and really tried to remember what she looked like, knowing that he’d never see her again—that little sweep in her hair, the twinkle in her eyes, that chunk of bagel that she was chewing on that pushed out her cheek and gave her a dimple. Darn him for being honest. He opened his eyes and watched her chew. She had that bagel in her mouth. Then it hit him that she wasn’t mad, she just had her mouth full.

Donna picked up the coffee and took a sip, swallowed, then said: “Billy, I don’t always dress like this. This is what I wear to work. It’s like your overalls or uniform or whatever you wear where you work. I look classy because that’s how it is appropriate to look here.”

She put the coffee down and walked around the table, taking a seat right beside Billy: “I’m just as happy to wear an old T-shirt and jeans and running shoes.”

Billy gave her a look: “Can’t imagine that.”

She laughed: “I clean up good. Like you do, okay?”

Billy shrugged: “Okay.”

She folded her hands onto her lap and looked at them: “You know, a lot of the people here think that I’m shy.”

He looked at the tabletop: “Dunno about shy. Think yer cute though.”

“Could say the same about you, too.”

“Not cute. Cute isn’t a guy thing.”

Donna pursed her lips and blew out a long breath: “Billy, if a gal says you’re cute, don’t argue.”

He looked at her: “How am I supposed to talk? Usually no one sees me or stuff. Haveta’ be honest, Donna. Don’t talk to a lot of cute girls that I … like.”

“Because you’re shy?”


She smiled, which made Billy happy: “Maybe, between the two of us … maybe … we can work on that.”

“Wadda ya’ have in mind?”

The next part Billy didn’t expect: “I like walking, looking at the ships as they come into the harbour. I like movies—old ones, not the new stuff, the more B-grade the better. And what I like most of all is watching those sorts of movies with a greasy burger and fries from Ben’s at the corner of 11th and Main. But only when Jack is cooking; Adam burns the buns and I can’t stand that.”

Billy was shocked to put it mildly: “You eat there?”

“Yup. Never do dinner, but I do lunch, and, sometimes, midnight snacks.”

Billy mulled that over as he took another piece of the bagel, tore it in two and handed Donna half: “Always thought that Jack was kind of an ass. Never went in when he was there. And you are going to be mad at me.”

Donna looked confused: “Why?”

He had a lopsided grin as he started to chew on the bagel: “I like the burned buns.”

Donna slapped his shoulder lightly: “Oh! You! How could you possibly!”

Billy just continued to chew on the bagel and chuckle to himself as Donna ranted over that, liking her more and more by the moment and feeling a lot better about himself as he did so.




Storm Clouds
Chapter 38
By TeraS


It was after about an hour of walking through the Realm that Tom noticed something. It wasn’t all of the beings walking around with horns and tails; he had gotten used to that surprisingly fast. It wasn’t the looks that he had seen from some of them; he understood the why of the looks of lust or curiosity or even temptation came in his direction. Nina was in the middle of turning a corner when Tom said, “I have a question.”

“Oh? If it’s about life, the universe and everything, I think there’s a book that has that answer in the Library. I think it’s one of Tera’s favourites, actually.”

“Nothing that grand … just something odd I’ve noticed.”

Nina stopped walking and looked at him, her tail swaying behind her, the sunlight glinting off her silver dress: “You’d better be specific. There’s a lot of ‘odd’ in our world.”

Tom nodded: “Yeah, noticed that. What’s odder is that it all seems to fit, in a way.”

“So? What’s bugging you?”

“Where’s your police department? I haven’t seen any references to one.”

Nina pointed off to her left and when Tom looked he noticed what seemed to be a castle of some kind standing a fair distance away: “See that? Want to guess what it is?”

Tom rubbed his chin: “Normally, I would reckon that was Tera’s place.”


“But Camilla said that Tera doesn’t go for that.”

“Correct. Tera only rarely can be found there. That’s for show, for those that expect to see a Queen in her castle.”

“So it’s a symbol of … of what, exactly?”

“It symbolizes one very clear point: that the words of Tera and her Eternal govern us. But it also symbolizes, in her refusal to be there, that she does not believe that she needs to lord her authority over us.”

“So, she’s Queen in name only and nothing more?”

Nina frowned deeply: “Oh no. She’s our Queen, but she will only allow one being to call her that. She gave that one the right to do so for reasons that are between the two of them. To everyone else, she’s Tera, and, honestly, that’s more powerful.”

Tom looked at the castle, far past the nearby rolling hills, the occasional bit of mist or cloud shimmering nearby: “In what way? It seems more casual, more open.”

Nina walked up to Tom and said, with a slight shake of her head: “Tom … I’m really disappointed in you.”

When she didn’t say anything else, just looking at him, Tom sighed and shook his head: “I get the point. It’s worse to disappoint someone you know than it is a faceless title you never see.”

She smiled and twined one of her braids around her right hand: “That’s part of it. Remember Camilla told you that, if Brent had been lying, Tera would have known? That’s another part of it. But the most telling thing is that, when she’s standing there, looking at you, and says, ‘I’m disappointed.’ Believe me, those words are something no one wants to hear from her … not after all that she’s done for everyone.”

“Okay, I get the picture. Pissing off Mom would …”

Nina shook her head: “Tera’s not … Mom.”

“Come again?”

She looked into the sky, seeming to be looking for something … but for what, exactly, Tom wasn’t sure: “It’s … complicated … in a lot of ways.”

“Okay. So if you don’t think of her as your mother, then … who is?”

“That’s yet another story.”

“Your world has a lot of them, you know.”

“We also have an fantastic library, vibrant art, passionate culture, and our midnight get-togethers by the Lake are amazing.”

Tom shook his head: “You know the most amazing thing?”


“The most amazing thing is that you speak of all of this as completely normal, and it feels normal. Well, except for some of your kind who aren’t exactly my type.”

Nina’s look was not hard to read, not with the question that came: “What is your type?”

There was a slightly far off look in Tom’s eyes: “No; doesn’t matter.”

Nina frowned at the emotions that were starting to boil inside of Tom: “Tera has said that there is someone, somewhere, for everyone. The trick is bringing them together.”

Tom nodded his head in the direction Nina had been walking: “Yeah. Sure. Let’s go.”

Tom’s attitude surprised Nina, but she didn’t press further on that, nor come back at him with a snip of her own. That part of Tom’s story she’d find out, or Camilla would, eventually. For the moment, she turned and continued to walk, knowing without looking that Tom was there beside her.

They crossed an intersection, and Tom was treated to the sight of a carriage being pulled by two pony-girls, with their Mistress—a Succubi that Nina recognized as Rachel, a rather strict personality that some submissives were attracted to—riding inside.

“Getting back to your question about our police: we are all, in a way, our own police here. We help each other if needed, protect one another, and otherwise keep each other from going down a path that leads to nothing for us.”

“A collective, then?”

Nina nodded, still looking at Rachel as she went on her way: “For example, the succubi in the carriage? Her name’s Rachel. She’s a very strict domme; she controls the lives of her submissives in every way and means.”


“And the thing is, she knows the lines she cannot cross. She knows what her pets desire and gives them that, pushes the boundaries from time to time with them. But if one of us felt something wasn’t right, we could find out what was going on. And, honestly, it’s better that one of us did. Otherwise …”

“Otherwise Tera might be disappointed.”

“Yeah. It’s about the most powerful reason not to do harm you can think of. How can you disappoint someone who would do anything for you, who has offered you something precious, and who trusts you with the power to do almost anything?”

“Have you?”

“You know the answer to that.”

“Sort of. You’ve left a lot of questions around your answers. You keep dancing around the point, trying to avoid it. Why?”

Nina sighed and pinched her nose: “Because the thing about being a survivor is that you remember all that didn’t make it. You also remember the second chance you were given.”

“What’s that?”

“The first time I met Tera, it was when she had come into her power as the Queen. So many of us that had done wrong were called, one by one, to see her. I expected to be banished at the least; my end was almost certain for all of the souls that I had taken.”

“You’re still here.”

Nina smirked: “Yes. Don’t let anyone tell you what they think Tera will do. They’ll always be wrong. I was … so, so wrong.”

“So, what did she do?”

Nina crossed the street as she called out: “She hugged me. I broke down in tears, I told her everything that I had done. Then she just said, ‘Do better this time.’”

Tom paused in crossing the street when Nina had said. ‘Do better this time.’ The words where haunting and struck very close to home. Before Nina could turn around and see the look he had, Tom ran across the street and caught up to her.

Tera was going to have a lot of explaining to do … someday. For right now, the question of where the hell Nina was going mattered more.

“Got another question.”


“Why are we walking? Faster to just jump over there or whatever you call it.”

“It’s called bampfing by some—Tera, in particular, calls it that. As for the “why”? We are going to meet someone important and just appearing in front of them without warning would not be … good.”

“Sounds ominous.”

“Wouldn’t call them ominous, exactly.”

Tom strode a little faster than Nina was and touched her hand: “Nina. Slow down. Talk. Who is it, why are you so worked up over it?”

She looked down at Tom’s fingers, then into his eyes: “Remember when Camilla said that she knew some names, some beings that she thought might be a threat?”

“Yeah. She also said that she wouldn’t go near them without … hellhounds or something.”

She pointed towards a low building made of blood red bricks that stood a short distance away: “We are going to go talk to one of them, it will be me as Camilla won’t be enough to make this work, she’s never actually commanded … them.”

“What? Hellhounds?”

Nina shook her head: “Oh no, that wouldn’t be enough. They would be laughed at. No, we are going to borrow something from Tera that isn’t seen often and, when it is, that is on very rare occasions.”

Tom huffed dangerously: “Nina …”

She came to a stop suddenly, looking down a short piece of sidewalk that ended at a gold and black door inlaid into a red brick wall. There were no windows to be seen, no other way in save that door and nothing more.

Nina looked at Tom: “You have that card Tera gave you?”

Patting his chest, Tom nodded: “Yeah, keeping company with my badge.”

Nina approached the door and knocked twice. After a moment, a panel slid open and a low voice pronounced: “Nina … and a human. Why would you bring a human here? You know it is dangerous for them. You may enter, Nina. He cannot.”

Tom dug out his badge, flipped it open and showed the silver card from Tera to … whatever it was. There was a long silence, then the door opened to shadows and sounds that Tom couldn’t quite place … though, somehow, he felt as if he had heard the sounds before … in his nightmares.

Nina stepped through the open door, offering her hand as she did so: “Stay with me; don’t drift off. Some of the things in here don’t react well to humans.”

Tom slid his badge back where it belonged: “Makes two of us.”

The door closed behind them without a sound.


Storm Clouds
Chapter 39
By TeraS


Jane refused to believe John when, two weeks later, he told her that she snored.

“I … do NOT … snore.”

John was panting when he replied: “Yes … you do … like a jet … on takeoff.”

“First, I don’t. And, second, how would you know what that sounds like, anyway?”

John had to think about that. The only reason why he even brought up the point about her snoring was that she was musing about moving in with him. He wasn’t sure about that and was looking for a way out … or at least a way to slow her down a little.

He slowed the treadmill down enough to manage a real conversation with her. She’d been pushing him again—for the best, he knew—and he could honestly say that, without her being here, he’d be a lot worse off than he was.

“Considering that my apartment is right under the flight path to the airport, I think I have a good idea what it sounds like.”

“Well at least no one will hear me when I rant at you about being late … or lazy.”

The look Jane gave him was the one he knew well enough by now. It was a mix of “Just try me” and “Why haven’t you?” After wiping his face with a towel, John decided that the best thing to do was get right to the point, no matter how things were going to turn out from here.

“Jane. I need to take a break.”

She looked worried: “Are you hurting? What’s wrong?”

He stepped off the treadmill and she was right there, helping him as always, without complaint, as she promised. He realized a long time ago that she mattered to him, but neither of them had pushed things beyond that save for the occasional threats about moving in together just to see how long it would take before they drove each other nuts.

“I’m fine. I just can’t talk to you like this.”

She helped him over to a chair and then pulled one over for herself: “Okay, talk.”

He hoped for the best as he began: “You do snore. No let me finish, there’s a reason why I’m starting here. See, I’ve never been able to sleep through the night; there’s always been a nightmare that’s woke me up. I’ve never been able to remember it exactly, but I’ve become used to it waking me up.”

Jane had taken her seat, placed her hands in her lap and was looking at him intently. Still, he pressed on, some secrets had to be shared, after all.

“I’ve woken up every night to the sound of you snoring away. I’ve thought about tossing a pillow at you every night, actually had one in my hands many times, and I’ve been on the edge of throwing it at you.”

Jane smiled: “Maybe you should have.”

John reached out a hand and put a finger over Jane’s lips: “Not a word till I’m done, okay?”

She nodded and he continued: “You know it’s a weird thing for me. To see you across the room, the light from outside letting me see you there asleep in the night. It’s hard to explain, exactly, but you aren’t exactly the same person then.”

Jane bit the inside of her lip at his words. She worried that he had seen her horns, or tail, that he knew that she wasn’t exactly human, and a sick feeling started in the pit of her stomach. After all she’d hoped for, he was going to say the words that would mean that her plan didn’t work, that things were going to be as they were.

John’s voice broke through her thoughts then: “You put up … a front, Jane. The real you isn’t all here right now, somehow. I want to know the real you, the you that you don’t want everyone to see or know.”

He looked down, then pressed onwards: “See, the thing is that, as stupid as I am, I know that I do like you. More than like you; I just feel like I’ve known you before. That doesn’t make any sense, it doesn’t to me, but I look at you in the middle of the night and … it’s familiar to me.”

He looked up at her: “Even the snoring.”

She smiled. She couldn’t do much else, really.

“So, here’s the deal: I don’t have much to offer, I don’t know what the future is going to bring. I do know that I don’t want to lose you, and I’m hoping that you, somehow, feel the same about me. Actually, that’s not exactly true. I know you do—God knows all of the signs are there—but we’re both dancing around what we want like two scared teenagers.”

They were both silent for a while, then Jane answered: “I’ve been doing the same thing. Not every night, but there are some nights when you are asleep that I’m lying in bed watching you and … wondering … hoping.”

John shook his head slightly, but Jane continued: “There’s been something about you, too. It’s not rescuing my ass or anything to do with that. It’s the dreams I’ve had about you, John … a lot of them.”

Then she smiled: “And, for the record, you snore, too, you big dummy.”

Dec 14 2014

A Review of Succubus by Cordelia Winters

Succubus by Cordelia Winters

Succubus by Cordelia Winters

It’s very difficult to write horror erotica well. By that I mean either the work uses the erotica just barely enough to qualify as erotica before abandoning it for the horror aspects. It also, often, appears that the writers of such works tend to not care about story, leaving that aside for the purpose of getting to the blood and gore that they want.

In the case of Succubi, this is a real problem as the sexual aspects are overplayed and the seduction is forgotten about. Then what happens is that the erotic moments are whispers of what they could be and instead comes a monstrous being with no other purpose.

But what if that didn’t happen?

  • Title: Succubus
  • Author: Cordelia Winters
  • Length: 8 Pages
  • IBSN: 9781311073174
  • Publishing Date: April 13, 2014
  • This work at

The work tells of:

When best friends Connor and Stephanie move in to a mysteriously cheap house together, Connor’s feelings for Stephanie grow into something more. But there’s something about the house on Shady Street. Something sinister, something that plagues his dreams…

The interesting thing about this work is that you are dropped into the midst of Connor having a dream which turns into something very hot and erotic, but then comes to a close. What follows is a flash of Connor’s experiences in the middle of the night and what happens through them. Personally I think the summary is a little bit misleading in what it says as a result.

The work mainly focuses on what happens within the dreams that Connor experiences and how those dreams are so desperately erotic for him. As the story unfolds, it’s quite obvious that Connor is being attacked by a Succubus, but the work does not actually tell that she is one. Nor do we see the Succubus in her true form, only that of the dream form she uses to seduce Connor.

The scenes of seduction are very hot, powerful, and tell much about what the Succubus herself desires as much as what Connor does. The work as a whole is very much erotica with a very small amount of horror. The horror parts are very muted and not overwhelming, but they are there to support the overall story and not take away from the heat that comes with the erotica that appears.

The heat in the story builds nicely and then, at the moment where the climax would be, the horror of the truth intrudes and reality returns to Connor. Over time the story mixes the dream world and the real world until the two merge and Connor comes to a realization about what’s happening…

And then the story ends.

It’s less of a cliffhanger than a closure of a scene overall, but the thing is that it leaves many questions about what is happening, why it is happening, and what comes next. The story focuses on Connor and that leaves questions about Stephanie, what’s happening to her if anything, or if in truth Stephanie is the one that is causing all that is going on. It would have been nice to go a little bit further with this work and if not openly tell the answer to those questions at least give some direction to the pondering that comes from what the story gives.

Excellent writing, very hot flashes of erotica and the focus on that made the work for me much better than I expected. Still, it is a short story, felt unfinished and open, and in that my enjoyment of the work was muted somewhat.

I’m giving this work three and a half out of five pitchforks.

It would make for an excellent opening chapter to a novel, all of the hooks are there and there is much untold and clouded in mystery. For me that’s the one single problem. So much tease, so much promise and… it ends. It shouldn’t have.



Dec 13 2014

Creating a Morrigan Aensland Banner on YouTube

I know that quite a lot of people take art and add their own touches to it. One of the things that I enjoying looking at are the signature banners that appear on many internet forums. It’s more interesting to me when it is a piece of art that I recognize. I found a YouTube of someone turning some Morrigan art into a pair of banners and that’s what I am going to share today…

And if you cannot see the video here on the Tale, try this link:

This is the one banner of the two that I liked the best:

Morrigan Aensland by Mr Pyros


Finally, two links to pages on DeviantArt where you can find the banners on the artist’s site there…

The one in pink:

and the one I liked best:

I just think the background matching Morrigan’s hair just looks better overall, the pink seems too washed out for my liking…



Dec 12 2014

Does the Lost Girl do windows?

The last season of Lost Girl started this past week and I have to admit that I was… disappointed with the premiere episode. The one thing that I cannot accept is when a storyline in the past says one thing, but then is completely tossed aside for the sake of having a rather inane scene unfold. I don’t expect things to make complete sense, after all that’s something that isn’t going to happen often, but there is such a thing as a series bible for writers to follow. So why don’t they? More on this rant later I promise.

The other thing that gets to me is when the action in the episode just stalls out. Sweeping vistas and landscapes are wonderful, but they don’t add anything to a story, only take time away from it. Standing in an elevator doesn’t do much either. Walking around and looking for the sake of killing time in an episode is, after all, just killing time. The end result of wasting time is taking what should have been one action packed episode and stretching it out over two episodes. It’s a waste honestly. And there isn’t any time to waste this season because it is the last one after all.

There is, however the parts of this episode that I liked, that had promise and, I hope, foretell something really amazing happening in the next episode of the series. But with that something amazing I fear there will be also something that does, sadly, mean that we won’t see a favorite character any more in the series. Promise is one thing. Getting run over by boredom kind of ruins that for me as a whole and it shouldn’t. Still, I’ll hang on to the promise in spite of the many, many things that I didn’t enjoy in this week’s episode.

The first episode of the fifth season, also episode sixty-two of the Lost Girl TV series, was this week. Bo goes to Hell and discovers that the goddess in charge cares more about flower arrangements and colour patterns than anything else. Lauren gets a black eye when she and Dyson open a gate and find it shocking. Tamsin gets fixated on boobs and cereal for some reason or another while Trick does a lot of reading… again. And Kenzi’s dreams turn into nightmares… just because they can.

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This is the first review of the fifth season of of Lost Girl. A summary of this episode has been added to the SuccuWiki, but won’t be adding my commentary to the articles there as that is what the Tale is for….

Bo finds that wearing some shoes can hurt…


Like Hell, Part I


The episode opens with a series of flashbacks which include: Bo (Anna Silk) telling Kenzi (Ksenia Solo) that they are family, and Kenzi telling Bo that family sticks together, Trick (Richard Howland) telling about the Helskor and what they are capable of, including leading to the end of days, Bo telling Dyson (Kristen Holden-Ried) that she needs to find the missing Helskor, Hale (K.C. Collins) proposing to Kenzi and then being killed by Massimo, then Bo refusing to save Hale, Kenzi telling Bo that she would never forgive her. Bo telling Lauren that she chose her and then Lauren broke her heart, Kenzi demanding that Bo unclaim her and then Bo doing so, Bo crying out that her father was close by and that she could feel him, Dyson claiming reality to Bo, and Bo warning Lauren that she was going to be a target as she was able to turn Fae human. Kenzi reading the prophecy about Bo’s heart being able to close the portal and stop Bo’s father from returning to Earth, Kenzi stating that she would wait in Valhalla for Bo to rescue her, Bo grieving at Kenzi’s grave, and finally Tamsin (Rachel Skarsten) warning Dyson that he could not allow Bo to find the second Helskor.

The actual episode begins with an image of a rocky desert landscape, Bo climbing up a desert peak and singing the words to She’ll be coming round the Mountain as she does so. Reaching the top of the peak, Bo pauses, looking around at the landscape, having a flashback of Kenzi’s death at the Portal, and then rummaging around a bird’s nest that rests there. eventually removing the second Helskor that she was seeking. As Bo holds the shoe, the ground shakes and she comments: “Like I wasn’t expecting a booby trap.” Bo then begins her descent, but then loses her grip at one point, commenting to herself “Oh, come on.” and then falls to the ground a long distance below her. The scene then moves to Bo laying on the ground and three hunters finding her there unconscious, badly injured, but alive. After they comment about “taking her home and taking turns taking care of her”, one of them leans in close to Bo, and in the next moment Bo takes the Chi from that hunter and then the other two immediately afterwards. Bo is healed, then comments to one of the hunters: “How sad, you don’t get to take care of anyone ever again.” before setting foot on his privates, picking up the Helskor and then walking away, continuing to sing to herself as she does so.

Following a very abbreviated opening title sequence, which consists of the Lost Girl show title and a few bars of the theme, Bo is then seen back at her home where she rummages around looking for something before calling out “Roommate!” and storming off. Bo enters another room where Tamsin is eating cereal and demands to know where Tamsin hid the other Helskor that Bo had possession of. Tamsin attempts to lie about where it is, replying “Where’d I hide what shoe?”, Bo commenting: “Oh lying is not your strong suit milk mouth, cough it up.” When Tamsin comments that Bo has found the other shoe and asks how, Bo replies: “Eagles. Climbing. Very ‘I’m not a girl. Not yet a woman.’ So now I can put on both shoes and skip into Valhalla to get Kenzi back. Kenzi? You remember? She raised you when you were a wee reborn Valkyrie?” Tamsin pleads with Bo, telling Bo that she cannot go to Valhalla, but when Bo asks why, Tamsin can only reply that Bo cannot go, but not the reason why she cannot, other than Bo will never come back, adding: “There’s a why, a really good why.” Bo is unimpressed commenting: “Good stuff, very convincing.” Tamsin begs Bo to trust her and not continue on the path she is choosing, but Bo replies: “I can hear you in your sleep. Screaming. What happened when you delivered Kenzi’s soul?” Tamsin tells Bo that she wishes she could explain, but she cannot do so. Bo begs Tamsin to tell her what happened no matter how awful or horrible it is, mentioning “Hellfire, evil dragons, sexy dragons, I don’t care”, but Tamsin refuses to answer. When Bo asks Tamsin to go with her to Valhalla, Tamsin again refuses to answer and Bo resigns herself to go to Valhalla alone. Bo demands the shoe again, Tamsin comments that it belongs to the Una Mens, Bo noting that they are all dead and wanting to know what Tamsin’s point is. Tamsin then tells Bo: “It’s with the next in charge.” before continuing to eat her cereal.

The next scene begins at the Dal Riata where Bo places the Helskor shoe she recovered on the bar in front of Trick and Dyson. Trick tells Bo that they need to talk, but Bo replies: “This is the part where you tell me I’m making the wrong choice and putting myself in grave danger.” Trick answers: “Well, sort of.” Then Bo continues: “And in dealing with matters of the Afterlife there are unknowns, rules. Everything has a price.” Trick asks if Bo is willing to pay the price and her answer is: “Nailed it.” Bo explains that Kenzi is in danger and alone and she was “held back from saving her once and I will not let that happen again.” Dyson tells Bo that they will do what they can to ensure her return and that he would go with Bo if he could do so. Bo asks if that choice is because Dyson pledged fealty to her. but Dyson replies: “Because I love Kenzi too.” Trick then offers Bo the shoe he had in his possession with the words: “For the worthy hero. Bring her home. And if you happen to see Isabeau, your Grandmother, tell her…” Trick does not finish that sentence, but Bo nods in understanding, picks up both shoes, and comments: “Let’s hope they fit.”

The next scene begins with Lauren in a medical clinic looking after patients. A coughing patient attracts Lauren’s attention and she comments to another doctor: “He’s code you know what. We’ll take him in.” Lauren then sees Bo standing nearby, holding the Helskor. They move off to a private room where Bo begins with: “Worst case? I loose all control and go on a murderous spree like the last person that put on these shoes and the only way to stop me is to…” Bo then makes a throat cutting motion with her hand, then continues: “That’s code for slit my throat” and Lauren replies: “Very clear thank you. I’m assuming that’s what happened to the woman from Dyson’s past? The one that your subconscious depicted as me?” Bo teases: “You sang in French you know.” Lauren asks if she was good and Bo comments: “A plus.” Bo tells Lauren that she doesn’t want to hurt anyone and Lauren promises that Bo will not. Lauren then walks towards some of her equipment, explaining as she does that she will be watching for anything “abnormal.” As Lauren looks at tablet, Bo puts one of the shoes on and when Lauren returns, Bo grips Lauren by the throat, giving her a slightly evil look before laughing and letting go of Lauren, she commenting: “Oh. We’re joking.” Lauren then asks Bo not to put the other shoe on until she has done some tests and has calibrated her equipment, including using an anal thermometer on Bo. When Lauren walks away, Bo mumbles to herself: “I have to get to Kenzi” and puts the other shoe on. After a moment, both shoes vanish leaving Bo in her bare feet. Bo gasps out Lauren’s name and Lauren comes running over to Bo, asking what she did. Bo explains that she “had to, I couldn’t wait.” Bo has just enough time to tell Lauren that something is happening inside of her, reach out to touch Lauren’s hand, and then Bo vanishes in a burst of light. Lauren looks to where Bo had been moments before and says: “Other worst case? You disappear.”

Bo is then seen in what appears to be the lobby of a vast hotel, climbing up a circular staircase. She walks around the lobby for a short time and then pauses to look at some flowers and touch them. A woman (Michelle Nolden) later to be revealed as Freyja, walks up to Bo and comments: “You’re late.” Bo asks what she is late for and the woman replies: “The shitstorm. Welcome to my hell.”

After the first commercial break, Freyja continues, as she fiddles with a flower arrangement: “Two hundred and six arrivals, thirty-nine events and a disaster of a reno in the Turkish spa.” Bo asks: “A spa? In Hell?” Freyja answers: “Only I am allowed to call it Hell, it’s Valhalla to you.” before then going on a rant about what kinds of flowers she wants to see in the lobby and elsewhere in her realm. When Bo comments that filler is “blah.” Freyja looks at Bo, realizes that she is not “the florist” and asks “Why in the name of my glorious afterlife were you fondling my flower?” Bo pauses, then answers: “That’s a great set up for a joke really but lady.” Freyja interrupts with: “Mistress.” Then continues: “What am I supposed to do now? My florist is stuck in Tartarus till Tuesday.” before storming off. Bo rushes after her, saying that she is looking for a friend to which Freyja replies with no interest at all: “How refreshingly earnest of you. Check in first, make friends later.” before walking off again.

A women stands at the check-in desk for Valhalla, and is told that she “isn’t in our system” by the clerk there before being ignored by him. She then walks past Freyja who comments in a disgusted voice: “Ugh. A stray.” Freyja then gestures towards the woman who then vanishes into a black portal surrounded by fire that Freyja summoned. As a bellhop cleans up some ashes on the floor, Freyja comments: “Always book ahead” and then asks Bo what her name is. Bo then diverts Freyja’s attention towards a group of female athletes. As they walk past, Freyja comments: “Warriors truly. They would kill to win. Until a bus killed them. Large groups are the worst.” As Freyja walks off, Bo comments: “Speak for yourself.” before turning her attention to the front desk clerk. Bo attempts to use her powers to influence him in order to obtain some information, but he refuses to allow Bo to touch him and she is unsuccessful, leaving moments later, looking for another way to find Kenzi. Bo notices a maid cleaning a railing above her and shortly approaches the maid, touches her, and draws her away from her duties.

The scene shifts to Tamsin, who is watching television at Bo’s place. Lauren enters the room and comments: “Wow. This is sad.” Lauren then asks Tamsin to tell her everything about the Underrealms, but Tamsin’s response is: “Eat a sack of tits.” Lauren asks Tamsin why but the answer she gets is: “Because then your mouth would be full of tits and I wouldn’t have to listen to your dumb ass voice.” Lauren presses Tamsin for information. Lauren calls Valhalla Tamsin’s home, she calls it “more like our head office.” Lauren tells Tamsin that she can help and she has to. Tamsin tells Lauren that she has no idea why she can’t but Lauren presses on telling Tamsin: “You claim to be part of this group, that you love Kenzi and Bo? I don’t see it.” Tamsin angrily tells Lauren: “Well, maybe you should wear some glasses.” Lauren isn’t moved, telling Tamsin: “You kind of peaked at ‘Sack of tits.'” Lauren presses on, demanding to know what Bo is facing in Valhalla, but Tamsin does not answer. Instead she picks up a knife and then cuts into the couch she is sitting on. Tamsin then removes a diary, handing it to Lauren with the warning: “If they find out this diary exists I’m dead.” Lauren takes the diary and asks: “How is documentation of your first Valkyrie kiss supposed to help me?” As Tamin fixes up the couch again, she tells Lauren: “It’s less first finger bang and more… just more. Trust me. Plus I never kiss and tell.”Lauren tells Tamsin to “sprout some wings and fly to Bo” but Tamsin refuses, saying that she needs a soul to go to Valhalla. Lauren notes that she has a far who is dying in her clinic and offers that to Tamsin. Tamsin replies that Lauren is human and “you’ll never understand.” Lauren tells Tamsin: “Maybe not. But we have all made sacrifices except for you. It’s time to get your Valkyrie on Tamsin.”

We return to Bo who is now dressed like one of the maids as she enters an elevator. There are literally hundreds of buttons on all of the walls of the elevator and for a moment Bo looks at them in confusion. She then pauses at one button, looks at it, smiles, and comments: “Kenzi prints.” Using the maid’s keycard, Bo activates the elevator, presses the button and then exits the elevator on one of the hotel’s floors. After passing two women in the hallway, Bo wanders the hallway until she reaches a hotel room door, opens it, and goes inside. A woman is seen kneeling on the floor by the bed in a black dress, her face is not shown, but she is eating chocolate. Bo approaches her and calls out: “Kenzi?” Kenzi turns to look at Bo with wide eyes and says: “Bo-Bo.”

After another commercial break, Kenzi and Bo rush towards each other, screaming happily and their words to each other frantically spoken until there is a pause and Bo asks: “You don’t look dead” and Kenzi replies: “I don’t feel dead.” Kenzi tells Bo that she’s missed her and Bo tells Kenzi: “I’ve missed you. Not since you walked into the portal, but before then. I was distant and selfish and…” Kenzi stops Bo, telling her: “Bo. I’m here, you’re here. In couture apparently, but that’s all that matters.” Bo tries to ask Kenzi if she has seen Hale but Kenzi stops her, shouting: “Safety test!” Bo asks: “Mother’s name?” Kenzi answers: “Birth, Aife. Adopted, Mary Dennis. Dream, Tina Turner.” Kenzi asks: “Wing sauce?” Bo’s answer is: “Half extra hot, half honey garlic, all blue cheese dipped.” Bo then asks: “Middle name?” Kenzi replies: “Trick question, you don’t have one.” Kenzi’s last question is: “Favourite alias?” Bo struggles with that question, noting that Kenzi has had so many of them, but finally answers: “Toni with an ‘i’ Soprano.” Kenzi then joyfully sits on the bed with Bo and wants to “tell you all about how this place is hell, but first, do you want a Belgium waffle?” Bo looks at the offered waffle, commenting: “Yeah. It looks totally hellish” before taking a bite, being amazed how good it is. Bo then asks Kenzi if she has been hurt, Kenzi says that she hasn’t been and that “it’s been five star everything since I got here. Anything I want? Mine. Watch this!” Kenzi then picks up the room phone and comments that she doesn’t like the view, which had mountains in it. There is a sound like the room moving and the scene out of the room windows changes. As Bo looks out the window, Kenzi continues: “You know how many emojis I’ve wanted to text you about this place? Any Ben and Jerry’s flavour I want, including the discontinued Oatmeal Cookie Chunk!” Kenzi then rushes off, gathers a small collection of movies, showing them to Bo: “I’ve got Clueless 2, Sister Act 3 Rosemary’s Baby’s Got Back, a prequel to Goonies… And they’re all super watchable.” Then Kenzi shows Bo a card that indicates that Kenzi is hosting a party, also noting that “they keep sending me dresses in my size in hard to pinpoint style.” Then, after a short pause, Kenzi continues: “But I am so glad that you are here to save me from this trash hole.” The room phone then rings, a blue circle glowing around where the rotary dial would be on an old phone. Kenzi walks over to the phone, answers it: “Hello mouth breather. If you want to play stalker from The Bodyguard, try Whitney’s room! I’m busy!” After Kenzi hangs up the phone, Bo asks what the call was about, Kenzi replying: “Blue light hotel perv calling once a day. Another reason for you to get me out of here.” Kenzi then offers Bo some Chunky Monkey ice cream, the two enjoying it, as the scene ends.

Meanwhile, at the Dal Riata, Lauren, Dyson and Trick are looking through Tamsin’s diary. Lauren frets: “For all we know they are being tortured, or burned alive or worse buried alive over and over again. Hellshoes? Emphasis on the ‘hell’? Why couldn’t Tamsin tell us herself?” Trick explains: “A Valkyrie’s blood is bound by secrecy. If they discuss details of other worlds they die.” Lauren comes to grips with this and understands that the only way Tamsin can talk about Valhalla is through a secret journal. Dyson reads a passage of Tamsin’s journal where she writes: “Thomas thinks my job is so simple. Heaven, Hell, so much more than that. I have to run along now, sneaking into Tartarus with Nismat today.” When Lauren asks about Tartarus, Trick replies that it is an afterlife that he thought was fiction. Trick then explains that folkfore says that souls are assigned to different realms.” Lauren asks if Kenzi is in Valhalla, then wouldn’t the Hellskor take Bo there but Dyson interrupts with another passage of the diary which reads: “How silly. Everyone is chattering about a pair of shoes created for non-Valkyries so that they could enter Valhalla on the Bifrost.” Lauren hears “Bifrost” as being “Beef Roast” when Trick says the word and asks Trick if he is hungry. Trick then explains that Bifrost connects the different realms like the branches of a tree or a bridge. Dyson then ominously continues: “The wearer of the shoes can collect souls to build a dark army. The army to end all life.” Trick asks: “The real question: Why do they only work on Bo? Someone or something wants her to bring hell on Earth.” Lauren comments: “This is bigger than bringing Kenzi back isn’t it.” Trick replies: “It’s bigger then all of us,” Dyson then shares an image and explains that he knows where the place is, having found Tamsin there after she took Kenzi’s soul to Valhalla, but that the gate only reveals itself to Valkyries. Lauren wonders if there is a way for them to mislead the gate and trick it into appearing because she has a lock of Tamsin’s hair that she took from Massimo’s things after he was killed by Bo. Dyson comments that usually he is against using anything from Massimo, but: “if this is the only way? Let’s go and open some gates.” as he and Lauren leave the Dal Riata and Trick behind. As they do so, Trick continues to look through Tamsin’s diary, pausing at some evil looking images.

Back in Valhalla, Freyja is ranting over the efforts of some interior decorators as Tamsin enters the room. Freyja asks Tamsin what colour she thinks a chair is, Tamsin answering: “Um… Not Lame′?” Freyja nods: “Good answer.” After the interior decorators leave, Freyja comments that Tamsin has come home, Tamsin tries to brush that off, saying that she was just delivering a soul and wanted to see her and “Thank you for being so…. great.” Freyja replies: “You are a suspicious little thing. A Valkyrie with an extra seven lives.” When Freyja comments on the deal with Trick, Tamsin asks for forgiveness, but another Valkyrie enters the room and whispers something to Freyja. Freyja then tells Tamsin that she brought “sub-par souls.” When asked what to do with the soul that Tamsin brought: “Up or Down?” Freyja replies: “Down.” This outrages Tamsin and she attempts to defend the soul, but Freyja responds: “With a dead tooth and no please with us.” Freyja justifies her decision by noting: “We house fallen warriors. If you are going to resume your Valkyrie ways, do it right.” Freyja then turns to the Valkyrie that entered the room (Katie Corbett), adding: “Like Stacey.” Stacey looks at Tamsin and comments: “Brave girl. You’re back. And back on complex carbs I see.” After Stacey leaves, Tamsin continues: “I brought you Rainer. I paid my debt.” Freyja declares that Tamsin will have to do more to make amends with the other Valkyrie and that she has made too many deals with the wrong people. Tamsin admits that it is her fault and when she does so, she tells Freyja that she is standing with her, calling Freyja “Mistress. Mother of Valkyries.” Tamsin then begs to talk about “Liberation” with her, but Freyja replies: “I’m interested in a far different kind of release.” Freyja then demands to know about “these souls” and Tamsin claims them to be “A Fae an a human, but their time is not yet.” which refers to Bo and Kenzi. This angers Freyja and she tells Tamsin that Valhalla is: “Not your personal holding pen” and calls what Tamsin has done a “Faux Pas.” Freyja then berates Tamsin for her past and when Tamsin claims to be willing to do anything a phone rings in the room, a blue light glowing around its dial. Tamsin tries to refuse, but Freyja forces Tamsin to answer the phone, saying that she has “held him back long enough.” and adds: “You have made such a mess Tamsin. Clean it up.” before walking away as the phone continues to ring.

Bo and Kenzi in the meantime have been drinking together in Kenzi’s room. Bo asks: “Why haven’t we ever been on vacation?” Kenzi’s answer is: “Apocalypses, love triangles, it’s hard to get away.” There is a knock at the door and when Kenzi opens the door there is something on the floor in front of the door. Picking it up, Kenzi looks at it and then shows Bo what it is. It is the photograph of herself and Hale together that she tore into pieces after his death. Kenzi tells Bo that there were no other copies and as well “That’s Hale’s chicken scratch on the back, I know it.” Kenzi reads the note which says: “See you soon Little Mama.” Bo asks if Kenzi thinks that the note is from Hale, Kenzi does not believe it is and she tells Bo that they need to leave. Bo in the meantime reads a card that was with the photograph and tells Kenzi that: “That party you are hosting? It’s a wedding.” When Kenzi asks who’s wedding, Bo tells Kenzi: “It’s yours. To Hale.” Kenzi doesn’t accept this, saying that Bo came to get her back to Earth adding: “Bo before Bro! Let’s go!” Bo then asks Kenzi to think about this, what if the wedding is real, but Kenzi continues to refuse to accept or consider the possibility. Bo tells Kenzi that she “deserves to be happy. You deserve. And if that is what your heart wants, if you are happy here…” Kenzi whispers: “I would do anything to see him again. Anything. To see him smile at me. To push my face into his back. He has such a nice back!” Bo explains to Kenzi that: “The selfish thing for me to do would be to drag you home with mr. You need to find out.” Kenzi asks Bo to stay for the wedding, and Bo agrees as she wonders if where they are isn’t Hell but Heaven.

Elsewhere, Tamsin has approached the phone and answers it. After a pause she recites: “Eyes both brown and blue. Virtuous yet lustful. Heart both strong and gentle. Neither Dark nor Light. Yet both. She is yours.” As Tamsin hangs up the phone, an evil smile plays across her features.

Returning from commercial, Tamsin is waiting in the lobby for someone and then steps out of hiding as Kenzi enters wrapped in a bathrobe as she leaves an elevator. Kenzi greets Tamsin happily and rather hyperly, wondering if Tamsin is “something old” for her wedding in some way. Kenzi realizes then that Tamsin is mad as Tamsin demands to know where Bo is. Kenzi explains that Bo is on a scavenger hunt: “Looking for something new, something old, something borrowed…” Kenzi then explains to Tamsin that she is getting married to Hale, as well as asking if one of Tamsin’s sisters might have seen Hale. Tamsin does not respond to this, instead asking Kenzi again where Bo is which begins to freak Kenzi out. Tamsin tells Kenzi: “I need to right my wrong.” When Kenzi cannot answer, Tamsin tells Kenzi: “Do you think I will let a little human get in the way of my true potential?” Kenzi tells her: “Your potential was eating an entire box of Vector at one go! Come on! Cheesies! Bad hair days? X-Files! I practically raised you remember?” Tamsin threatens Kenzi, telling her: “I’m not going to hurt you, I’m just going to squeeze you till you pop.” Kenzi then hits Tamsin with a bannister, striking Tamsin in the face. Kenzi apologizes: “Oh my god I’m so sorry I was aiming for your boob!” Kenzi then gathers up her things and rushes away as Tamsin pushes her jaw back into place, following moments behind Kenzi.

Elsewhere in the hotel, Bo arrives at the room where Kenzi’s wedding will be held. Stacey calls out to Bo: “The not-Florist. Can I help you?” Bo replies: “I was just looking for something blue. It’s my best friend’s wedding.” Bo then touches Stacey’s arm, using her powers as she does so, Stacey commenting: “It’s my favourite movie.” Then adding: “No shit, you are a Succubus.” Bo asks if Stacey has seen the Groom, and is told that: “I’ve heard that he’s on his way. Traffic on the Bifrost can be brutal. Let’s hope he’s not late. Or intercepted.” Bo comments: “What did you say? I like my caveats loud and clear.” Stacey explains: “Kenzi proved herself a worthy warrior. Freyja is celebrating her and her love. It was all perfect. Now that you’re here sniffing around I’m not so sure anymore. I have to tell Freyja.” Bo stops her, promising not to “get in the way” but asking to see Hale. Stacey refuses, telling Bo: “You can’t see Hale before the wedding. He’s been fitted.” When Stacey mentions a white fedora that Hale wanted, Bo comments: “That’s him. This is real.” Stacey asks Bo if she’s disappointed, but Bo claims that she isn’t and that she’s happy for Kenzi and Hale, but she’s sad that she will have to say goodbye. Stacey tells Bo to get Kenzi as Hale will be there soon. As Bo leaves, a house phone rings, the blue glow around the dial, and Stacey comments: “It’s not you I’m worried about. It’s him.” as she answers the phone.

Kenzi, in the meantime, has managed to get back to her room and locks the door behind her. Tamsin pound at the door, screaming for Kenzi to let her in, adding that she knows that Kenzi is in the room. Kenzi attempts to convince Tamsin that there is only a cleaning lady in the room which seems to work, and Tamsin seems to leave, but moments later a fire axe comes through the door as Tamsin looks into the room and cries out: “Here’s Tammy!” Before Tamsin can enter the room, Kenzi opens a window and crawls out onto the ledge in an attempt to escape. Tamsin then comes crashing through the door with Bo following her into the room saying: “And here’s Bo.” Tamsin replies: “Isn’t it customary to end that sentence with ‘bitch’?” Bo replies: “You said it crazy eyes.” Tamsin tells Bo: “It’s time to deliver you.” Bo tells Tamsin she isn’t a package, and Tamsin tells Bo there is an easy way or a hard way as she swings the fire axe. Bo asks: “Is there a medium option?” The two then fight each other, wrecking the room before Bo gets the upper hand and pins Tamsin to a wall, finally using her powers to calm Tamsin down and bring the fight to an end. Bo tells Tamsin: “You don’t get to keep attacking us. To hurt me is one thing, but Kenzi?” Tamsin tries to explain that it isn’t because of Valhalla, it is because of what she does there and she didn’t want either Bo or Kenzi to see what she becomes there. Bo then warns Tamsin: “One more strike and you will never set foot into our lives again.” As Bo leaves to find Kenzi, Tamsin explains: “When you fed off of me, you said I tasted happy.” Bo brushes this off, assuming that it was Tamsin’s relationship with Dyson. Tamsin reveals that: “No. For the first time, in all of my lives, I have a family. This is my last life. I don’t want to live it without you.” As Tamsin finishes speaking, the phone rings again. Tamsin tells Bo: “It’s him. The man who hired me I thought it was The Wanderer, but it’s someone more powerful. He wanted me to deliver a woman that I thought couldn’t exist. You do. He wants you Bo.” Bo answers: “Well, he can leave a message. I have a wedding to get to.” Bo then leaves the room as Tamsin stands crying.

After yet another commercial break, Bo and Kenzi are seen walking towards Kenzi’s ceremony, Bo in a black dress and Kenzi in a white wedding gown, her hair done up. Kenzi asks: “How white is too white?” as she brushes her hands over her dress. Bo tells Kenzi that she loves the dress as they stop walking towards the ceremony. Bo tells Kenzi: “Look, you only get married in your afterlife once so you might as well do it right, right?” Kenzi agrees, then adds: “I assume Tamsin isn’t coming to axe the cake?” Bo replies: “She’s in a time out.” Bo then gives Kenzi a series of gifts: “Something old from a warrior to a warrior. Joan of Arc gave it to me in the lobby I saw her in the lobby complaining about a burnt smell in her room.” Kenzi smiles as she looks at the handkerchief: “Classic Joan.” Bo continues: “Something new. Matches from the Gift Shop.” Bo then offers Kenzi her garter knife holder and blade calling it: “Something borrowed.” Kenzi lifts the hem of her dress and Bo wraps the garter around Kenzi’s right thigh, Kenzi then placing the knife and handkerchief beneath it. Bo then tells Kenzi that she ran out of time for ‘something blue’, calling herself the worst Bridesmaid, but Kenzi tells Bo: “No. You’re my something blue.” Bo tells Kenzi: “Kenzi, I’m sorry that I couldn’t save Hale. And I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to save you.” Kenzi shakes her head: “It was my turn to do the saving. Can you give a girl that?” Bo continues: “How many times have you saved me?” Kenzi shrugs: “A few?” Bo explains: “Since we first met you saved me every. Single. Day. In ways you can never really understand. In ways I can barely understand. You just did. And I want you to be happy. I do. And I know it doesn’t seem like it from the way I was acting but it’s true.” Kenzi, close to tears, tells Bo that she knows. Bo tells Kenzi that she doesn’t want to leave her in Valhalla, which Kenzi says she knows, but tells Bo that she has to leave her there. Bo manages to whisper: “I know.” as a set of doors behind Bo begins to open, a bright light streaming from them. They turn to the doors, Bo tells Kenzi she’s beautiful and asks if Kenzi is ready. Kenzi answers: “To get married dead? Yeah. It’s what every little girl dreams about.” Bo offers Kenzi her arm, Kenzi takes it, saying: “Let’s do this shit.” and they walk towards the open doors together, arm in arm.

Once through the doors, time seems to slow, the light coming from the front of the wedding chapel, Bo and Kenzi walking together down the aisle. Kenzi tells Bo: “I can’t do slow walking, can’t I just run to him?” Bo clutches at her chest, her hand over the place where her Father’s mark once appeared as she tells Kenzi to stop. Kenzi asks why, as they are “almost there. I think.” Bo quickly tells Kenzi: “I just need to run ahead and make sure that everything’s a-ok at the alter. Maid of honour duty. You just stay here okay?” Kenzi tells Bo she will and to hurry. Time slow again, Bo moving towards the light, Kenzi waiting a moment, then following behind Bo. Off in the distance, there is the shadowy image of a man standing at the alter, hands on hips, waiting, who it is cannot be seen clearly. Pausing a short distance from the alter, Bo calls out: “Hale?” The light grows very bright, the scene being washed out and then returning to Kenzi who blinks her eyes. The light brightens again, then a white fedora is shown laying on the floor with white flower petals around it. Freyja then appears behind Bo and Kenzi, telling them: “I sent him back.” Kenzi demands to know what has happens and Freyja explains: “You walked into the Chinvat, closed the door to Hel. Tamsin brought your soul here but had already promised yourself to another after-realm. You belong to him.” Kenzi asks: “Him who?” But Bo replies: “My father.” Freyja then gestures towards Kenzi with the intent to send her away, but Bo attempts to intervene, pleading that Freyja send Kenzi home and that she send Bo to her Father instead, adding: A soul for a soul, I am the one he wants. This was his plan all along. He knew that I would come.” Freyja admits that what Bo is saying is true as Tamsin runs into the room yelling: “Stop! These souls cannot be separated!” Stacey replies, in an uninterested tone: “Look who just read the rule book.” Tamsin explains as she is restrained by two other Valkyrie in the room: “Bo comes wearing the Helskor and is permitted to take home a soul that is claimed to her. Kenzi is her human.” Kenzi tells Bo that she is sorry, but Bo tells Kenzi that it isn’t her fault. Kenzi tells Bo that she thinks Hale was there with him, that she felt him and he was happy. Bo asks Kenzi if she want to stay, but Kenzi refuses, saying: “No. No it’s not my time. I want to go home with you. Reclaim me quick.” Stacey whispers something to Freyja who tells Bo that she does not see a claim and orders one of the Valkyrie to take Kenzi away. Bo tries to claim Kenzi, but Freyja tells Bo: “The deal was made before the claim was restored.” Bo begs Freyja to keep Kenzi safe, but the only promise given is: “Your wish will be fulfilled.” A black portal surrounded by fire appears behind Bo and she vanishes into it, the portal closing a moment later, Kenzi screaming as Bo vanishes. Freyja then orders Kenzi to be returned to her body.

After another commercial break, Tamsin is being held by her Valkyrie sisters, Stacey gloating as she picks up a necklace: “Tamsin… Tam-Tam… You tried, just like you always did when we were in school together but it’s not enough. It’s never enough.” Tamsin definitely replies: “Screw you Stacey.” Stacey tells Tamsin that she is not special, and that she is “just like one of us.” Tamsin growls: “I will never be like one of you.” Stacey replies: “Valhalla one-oh-one. What does Freyja hate more than anything girls? Unbalanced books.” Tamsin screams: “Stay away from them!” Stacey answers: “Can’t. With Kenzi gone we’re down a soul. Time for me to get another. One close to the Succubus’ heart.” Stacey walks away as Tamsin yells for her to stop, still restrained by the other Valkyrie.

Dyson and Lauren are seen standing at the graffiti covered wall where Dyson had recovered Tamsin from the gates to Valhalla at the end of the previous episode. Dyson wishes Lauren luck as she holds a lock of Tamsin’s hair to her chest and she reads Tamsin’s diary out loud. After reading the passage, the gates to Valhalla appear and there is the sound of screaming, which Lauren thinks is Bo, while Dyson thinks is Kenzi. Dyson forces the gate open and they both walk through the gates, pausing just beyond them. Lauren then seems to be possessed, or transformed, her eyes darkening like Tamsin’s did when she was using her powers. Then in a strange voice Lauren proclaims: “Upon blessed wings our legions carry forth the human soul, back to her body as requested by our leader. And you, wolf, have trespassed upon forbidden territory.” Lauren then seems to return to normal before collapsing into Dyson’s arms, dropping Tamsin’s hair as she does so which burns away into nothingness. Tamsin asks: “Kenzi?” Dyson answers: “Yeah.”

The next scene shows someone striking a match, which then reveals Kenzi, dressed in her bridal gown, sealed within her casket. As the match burns out, Kenzi whispers: “Help.”

The final scene of the episode shows Bo once more in Valhalla’s elevator. She looks around at the buttons on the walls and sees one that is flashing the same blue colour as had been seen on the telephones before. She looks at the button, presses it with the words: “You want me? Here I come.” The elevator then begins to move, shaking violently, with the bell sounding the passing floors rapidly as it does so as the episode comes to a close.



Fade to black…


Welcome to Hel, Bo… Please leave your soul at the desk and take a number. At least that’s how I saw this episode overall by the time the end rolled around. I can’t describe just how disappointed I was in this episode when I watched it. I expected something better when Bo found Kenzi, I expected more in the myths used, I wanted to see more of Bo’s past, of her Father. I expected that there would be more to Lauren, Dyson and Trick’s involvement. But really that didn’t quite come out in the story.

It felt very much like a series of good ideas for scenes were stitched together in a way to make some kind of storyline that would make some sense. But there was so much running around in circles, so many moments of the episode stalling for time and not getting to the point that it just didn’t really work overall. I don’t understand why that is exactly. Why does it take two episodes to get from finding Kenzi to wherever the story goes from here? Why was it so necessary to spend so much time having Bo or Kenzi standing around looking at the walls around them and not getting to the story?

In the moments when they went back to the relationship between Kenzi and Bo, what each means to the other, in those moments the episode shined and I was captivated by them. but Freyja was a waste of time, so was Stacey really, and that didn’t do anything to help the story along. Spending a huge amount of time looking at Freyja in her red dress ranting and “being evil” just didn’t work. She seemed more like middle management than the one in control and that shouldn’t have been. She seemed to be trying to be “Morrigan Light” and not managing that well either.

What was sadder came in the moments when we hoped that Kenzi would have her dream, to be with Hale, to speak the words that she wanted to tell him… and it didn’t happen. Then, of course, she gets taken away, Hale as well, and they are apart once more. One fate unknown, one fate hanging by a thread. That was just cruel and while I didn’t really expect to see a wedding this episode, there should have been a little more the moment than a shadow, a flash of light, and scream of dispair.

Tamsin’s appearance was disappointing as well because she is a better character than she appeared to be at the beginning of this episode. While the scenes with Bo were quite revealing, the ones with Lauren were… uninspiring and crude by far. I was just waiting for a fart joke or two, considering where everything went in that scene, and that didn’t set right with me.

I wonder just what the writers took out of this episode in order to stretch it out over two and if in doing so they did the right thing or, as I fear, they just wasted at least half an episode in posturing and ranting which adds up to nothing that made the series progress as it should have. We’ll see, of course, soon enough.

The one thing that bothers me more than anything else is how the writers seem to have forgotten all about what happened last season in order to get Bo on a mesa and then have her fall off before kicking someone in the nuts before moving on. That all seemed like a waste of time and just didn’t fit into the story we have been told. We know that Dyson gave one Helskor to Angel a long time ago and to keep it safe until the right person, Bo, came to claim it. Why was that entire plot tossed away? Wouldn’t it have been really interesting to have Bo walk into a nightclub, bar, library, bookstore, something… and meet Angel? To have a conversation about Dyson? Perhaps to learn what happened to Angel in that span of time? This was a missed chance to make the story better and it was not taken. That just hurts.

On to the characters in the episode…

Bo… She was, as a whole, kind of a lost puppy this episode which bothered me. When she was focused on Kenzi, that went well and I liked that a lot, but that beginning sequence in the desert turned me off for most of the episode and when the “freak Lauren out” scene came, that didn’t go over all that well either. I didn’t really see Bo thinking so much as reacting and as a character that doesn’t work for her. Starting a season with Boffy isn’t a good sign.

Dyson…If nothing else this episode at least he staid what he feels and made his reasons clear to Bo which accounts for a lot. The embarrassment while reading Tamsin’s diary was cute and I have to admit that I laughed at that moment. He was a bit headstrong and I have the worst feeling that he didn’t think before acting with Lauren at the gates to Valhalla, which for his character doesn’t quite seem to fit.

Kenzi… I can’t believe I am going to say this. She really disappointed me this episode. Kenzi is not, at all, the type that just loses her mind at the drop of a hat and she tended to do that a lot. I don’t care for Kenzi being blonde either. Then there is her hairstyle, which really doesn’t work for her, and as for that wedding dress… I think that has to be the most awful thing I have seen Kenzi wear in ages. I’m hoping that the dress was what she was buried in and that when, I hope, she and Hale are together, there’s something that’s more to who they are and what they are rather than what everyone else thinks they should be.

Trick. Trickipedia… Again. Not happy at all about that. I did like that he asked Bo to pass on a message for him, and she knew what that was. But Trick isn’t being what he should be in the series by far. Also, he is the Acting Ash isn’t he? So when will be be acting like the Ash?

Lauren. Bit too hyper and rattled as a whole this episode. A lot of questions about her unanswered as well. Is she Light or Dark? What was she doing in that clinic anyway? What are her plans going forwards? What happened with The Morrigan? Is Lauren planning something? To become Fae perhaps? Things to wonder about around the overstressed girlfriend scenes.

Tamsin: I see that the old bitchy Tamsin is back, at least to a point. Not really thrilled about that and her quips with Lauren and otherwise just fell flat. It’s sad because Tamsin had grown a lot by the end of last season and she’s starting this one being a lot like she was at the beginning of the last. That shouldn’t be.

Freyja. Really don’t care at all about her. She’s a second rate Morrigan character-wise and as such she’s trying to be “trouble with an attitude” which just didn’t work at all. I gritted my teeth every time she appeared and just found myself not caring at all when she was in a scene. Her entire routine of “Oh, you’re just not good enough to be near me” just rubbed me the wrong way and for a character that should have been, at least somewhat, having some fire inside of her, I just didn’t see that in her.

Stacey. Just a sad, sad Valkyrie. Come to think of it, everyone in Valhalla is so full of themselves and out of touch with everything that I am amazed that anything gets done there. Getting everything you want doesn’t mean to lose who you are for that. But it seems like that is one of the costs of being there.

The rest of the characters were, as a whole, filler and forgettable. Little bit parts that could have meant something, but were there for shock, amusement, or otherwise trying to add some colour into the story. Perhaps making the core story more focused would have meant not needing to add little scenes that didn’t amount to anything.

The opening of a new season should be inspiring and make you want to see what happens next. If I wasn’t so invested in the series already I think I would find it hard to do that. I shouldn’t.


My Review of Dark Horse

Keeping my interest – 3 Pitchforks

Portrayal of a Succubus – 1 Pitchforks

Overall look and feel – 3 Pitchforks

Storyline – 3 Pitchforks

Main Characters – 4 Pitchforks

Mythos – 5 Pitchforks

Overall Rating – 3.2 Pitchforks out of 5


This was, regrettably, another episode that moved at a glacial pace for the most part. There was just too much posturing I felt over the course of the episode that didn’t really amount to very much. What’s worse, at least for me, is that Kenzi… Didn’t “feel” like Kenzi. Oh it was her, there’s no question about that, and it was wonderful to see her, but… it felt wrong somehow. It’s hard to put into words exactly why that is, I think it’s that Kenzi wasn’t being herself very much if that’s one way to explain it. She was hesitant, uncertain, and not herself and that just made the episode feel wrong as a whole. There were too many characters to dislike in the episode as well for me at least. I didn’t care for Freyja at all, nor Stacey for that matter and that set my opinion on things as a whole… off. I know there’s been changes in the direction of the series his season, I get that, but when the characters themselves aren’r quite true to their past, that’s a huge problem for the episode and series. Also, seeing Kensia listed as a “Special Guest Star” just tells me that she won’t be in the series through the entire season and that just made me very sad. It rips the heart out of the series for me, takes away the connection that she has with the fans and… that’s just wrong.

Bo was not a Succubus in this episode again really. Yes, she used her powers twice to some effect, once sort of, and it just didn’t really go anywhere or do anything. She was Boffy again, all fighting and little thinking, which again doesn’t work for me. I didn’t expect much in the way of anything Succubus-like regardless in this episode, it really didn’t call for it, but I did expect more of Bo than what she did in this episode.

The concept of setting Valhalla in a hotel, especially the Royal York. is quite a good one really. But there really wasn’t a lot of that explored and having Freyja as vain as she was just rubbed me the wrong way. As a foil to Bo she was more “I’m evil” than “I’m someone that you need to respect” and that’s a real problem with the setting. The ruler of such a realm should be more than window dressing and that’s really all she seemed to be, other than a lot of ranting and losing her temper. That’s not any means to respect, it’s revealing how impotent one is. Still, the setting, Freyja aside, was well shown, I liked the overall look and concept quite a lot. I would have liked a bit more personality in the wedding scene however and there was too much time spent in the hallways, Kenzi’s room, and just running around that bothered me. The most interesting thing I thought was the elevator actually and how that worked. I thought that was well done and had a lot of possibilites.

The storyline seemed to be very scattered, moving from desert mesa, to the Dal Riata, a medical clinic and then off to Valhalla before coming back to Earth and Kenzi’s current fate. The biggest problem I had was that there was a certain mythos about the Helskor set out last season and that was tossed to the side with the first moment of this episode. That was just wrong and the writers missed a chance for more to be told about Dyson’s past because of it. Then things seemed to revolve around Bo running around in circles, all fury and nothing, until the trap was sprung, she had no choices, and the train just ran her over on its way to the ending. Add to that the lack of closure for Kenzi, how her story was rushed through, and the ever so weak “wedding” scene that from the beginning was clearly a trap, even if Kenzi and Bo didn’t seem to see that, and it just was… disappointing.

There was some good however in the moments between Bo and Kenzi more than anything else. At least their lives are settled, they understand what each means to the other, and there’s a lot of emotion in those moments. It was good to see Dyson tell the truth, for Lauren to show her willingness to do whatever it takes, no matter the cost. Tamsin had promise in her battling against her nature, her sisters, and her fate as well. Trick however was… just there. The main cast has shrunk a lot right from the start of this season and that’s a problem. The original cast was “together” much more than it is now. The episode felt like a series of vignettes that didn’t quite connect together as well as they could have.

The mythos of the series had a lot added to it this episode, and I thought the mix of several myths and legends worked well together. The twist in how Valhalla was shown was rather unique even if I didn’t care for several of the characters connected to it. There was a bit more revealed about Bo’s Father in that he’s been scheming for a long time it seems and with that the question of how it is that he has so much control over things is a question to wonder about… Whether that will be explained more fully, or if he’ll appear before the end of the series finally, is quite another.

I just really want to be more engaged in the next episode than I was with this one. That alone would make a real difference and I hope that happens… But there are a lot of concerns appearing over the horizon that worry me.


Next Week: Like Hell, Part II

Bo needs the help of an estranged family member. Lauren‘s haunted by a mysterious spirit.


Possibly one of the most useless episode summary teasers I’ve ever seen from Showcase honestly. Actually that brings up something else that I noticed as well. The series isn’t on iTunes as yet. Well before the first episode even aired last season you could buy the season on iTunes, but this season there isn’t a glimmer of any indication that the season will even appear on iTunes. Personally I think that’s a shame because I’m sure a lot of people would rather buy the series than torrent it. Which, as an aside, is amazingly popular there. So Showcase, get your act together and put the series out will you? It would be appreciated!

Back to the summary then, I wonder if Bo is going to finally meet her Grandmother and find out the truth about what happened to her after all of this time. I think that spending ten minutes at some point with the two of them talking would be a really good thing. But, as a bit of a thought, and I don’t expect it to happen, what if Aife, Bo’s mother, is there? She’s popped up in all sorts of weird places and this really wouldn’t be that much of a surprise would it? So, if that happens, then we have Bo, her mother and her father all in one place at the same time. Isn’t that what Bo’s father had wanted, at least from what Aife has told in the past?

Around all of this, of course, comes what happens to Kenzi, being that she is buried alive at the moment. I’ll guess that Dyson is the one that gets her out of that situation. Then the question is, what does Kenzi do from that point onwards? She knows that Hale is in Valhalla somewhere, she knows that Bo is there. So how is Kenzi going to get back there and is that all part of Bo’s Father’s plans? Plans within plans within plans. Actually that seems to be the core plot of the entire series when I think about it a bit. Probably better not to as I’ll begin ranting again.

As I see things, at least based on a lot of episode titles that are starting to appear, it feels like this year Bo will be going over the edge and that’s troublesome to me. I don’t like the idea of the series devolving into a series of fights as that really doesn’t do anything for me. I don’t expect a lot of closure, at least in the first half of the season, but there had better be a good ending to the series as a whole. And that scene I saw earlier this year in production with what looked like a car accident had better not be the conclusion because, honestly, that’s been done before.

Anyway, up next comes a confrontation, probably not a single answer, and only more questions. I hope not, but I’m expecting that.

I’ve ordered more popcorn. I’ll need it.




Dec 12 2014

A Review of Cecil & Bubba Meet a Succubus by Terry M. West

Cecil & Bubba Meet a Succubus by Terry M. West

Cecil & Bubba Meet a Succubus by Terry M. West

I really do not like stereotypical characters. I just cannot bring myself to care all that much about them for one thing. The other is that when they are so far into being stereotypes that I cringe at their words in a story… That’s not a good thing.

I do understand that can be done for the sake of humour or setting up the characters themselves. It gives them voice and that is, generally, a good thing. But then sometimes being isn’t really as important as having in a lot of ways. Sometimes you just can’t see the humour for the trees I suppose…

  • Title: Cecil & Bubba Meet a Succubus
  • Author: Terry M. West
  • Length: 43 Pages
  • ASIN: B00I66B63U
  • Publishing Date: January 30, 2014
  • This work at

This is the story of:

Say hello to Cecil McGee and Turner “Bubba” Teague. These two Southern slackers go and get themselves cursed by a drunk gypsy, and then they hire onto a paranormal investigation to make the rent. Soon they are haunted by a seductive demon and all hell breaks loose.

Cecil and Bubba have a very peculiar life which eventually leads to them being cursed, getting involved with a haunting, and then facing a Succubus. As this all happens we learn some of the facts of life according to the pair and their outlook on the world around them.

The first thing I have to say is that I didn’t quite realize on my first read through this work that it was meant to be a comedy/horror piece. I think my lack of seeing that tainted my overall opinion of it. I couldn’t find my way to caring about Bubba or Cecil honestly, or for that matter any of the characters that appear in the work.

Reading it a second time with that in mind didn’t do much to help me like it any more than I did in the first place. It’s hard for me to like stereotypical characters, I’ve said that a lot in the past, and in this case the main characters were… just hard to like. The work reads like a screenplay and I think as a film it would work a lot better for me than it did in the written word.

As for the Succubus… She was only slightly interesting to me. There is something she does which is not at all Succubus-like, but then in this case I think she was there for the sake of some very weird scenes having to do with cleaning windows… You’ll have to read the book to see what I mean about that. She started out to be interesting, but then went over the edge towards stereotypically monster behaviour and that just didn’t work for me.

As a whole I found it a hard read and that, more than anything else, made my enjoyment of this work suffer. That isn’t the fault of the author in how they write, which is very good. It’s simply a matter of my not enjoying the story as much as I thought I would.

I’m giving this work one and a half out of five pitchforks.

I didn’t see the humour in the work myself. It seems a lot of other people do based on the ratings on Amazon that I can see… But I can’t. I didn’t like the story, didn’t care for what happened in it and as for the Succubus? Really didn’t do a thing for me.

I suppose in this case it is all a matter of taste… It wasn’t mine at least. Maybe it will be yours?



Dec 11 2014

Succubi Image of the Week 361

Another piece of Morrigan Aensland art this week on the Tale that caught my attention as it is a painting and being such I think it’s quite a unique view of Morrigan both in style and what she appears to be doing…

Morrigan by TooFriendly

Morrigan by TooFriendly

This art is simply titled Morrigan and is by an artist on DeviantArt named TooFriendly. You can find the original page with this art here and this artist’s page can be found here on DeviantArt as well.

Morrigan looks, at least to me, like she is dancing in this art and that I think is a fascinating idea really. I also have the thought as well that she might be belly dancing and that really does make me smile.

The artist has a lovely style that I think really works well here. The shading, colours and depth of this art all works so very well together. As a whole however, the one thing that catches me the most is her hair, which draws one’s eye towards the calmness of Morrigan’s expression… Perhaps she is mediating as she dances? That is something to ponder…