Oct 27 2013

A Review of The Demon at my Door by John Dylena

The Demon at my Door by John Dylena

The Demon at my Door by John Dylena

Starting today on the Tale and for the next two book reviews, I will be reviewing a short series that I think is really one of the better series that I have found this year. I believe that no character should remain static throughout a story. They need to learn something or do something. They make choices that are either good or bad, but they make that choice. In the end a story that is simply sex and nothing more is not really a story.

There are some that have the characters, the moments, the experiences that in the end make all of the characters so much more than they were at the beginning of the story. Really that makes for what can be just about the perfect story… Assuming that all of the i’s are dotted that is…

The work tells about:

Shy and introverted, John’s dream was coming true when he returned to his apartment with a beautiful blonde woman at his side. Things quickly heated up and his dream became a nightmare when the blonde revealed herself as a succubus and he was her next victim.

But much to both their surprise, John survived the ritual and the demon got nothing. John’s life turns upside down when he finally wakes back up only to find the succubus not only still in his apartment, but also his new roommate.

John goes out, meets a woman and then the following morning finds she’s part of his life… and she’s a Succubus by the way. If that was all the story was, it really would be a good hook and it would make for an interesting story on its own. But this work is something more than that. It’s about looking for love and finding it in places you would never have expected. That’s not just from John’s perspective but from that of Raethiana, the Succubus that entwines her life with John’s.

At the beginning I really wasn’t sure I would like Raethiana, she was… well… almost but not quite the stereotypical Succubus that really does very little for me. However, as the story goes on, you can see how she changes over time, how her view of John changes and that’s interesting to watch unfold. She does have horns and a tail, but as well, no hooves and that really made me like her much more. What really turned the corner for me was the moment when she thought she would lose John because of another… That moment, that understanding in her character made all of the difference.

The things she shows him make John better as well. having much more depth in his character well before the end of the story comes. There is a truth that he knows well before Raethiana does and it really plays out well as they have many adventures together.

It was heartbreaking at times the things that John thought, how he felt, and what in the end he came to see was the right thing to do. There is a point, a very important one, where John is forced to make a choice and in the aftermath of that choice the devastation within himself is an awful thing to see. But through that, through what happens, Raethiana at least gets a clue and from there the story moves in a new direction that I didn’t expect to see.

The climax of the story, or rather the surprise at the end, I didn’t quite see and when it was revealed in a way that made a great deal of sense I had one thought… Where is the rest of the story? When all is explained, or at least hinted at, the work closes and we are left wanting for the next part of the story which I hope the author continues at some time. I have a feeling that I know what John’s secret is and if I am correct… it really reflects on his life and Raethiana in many interesting ways.

There are moments in the story when Raethiana works some of her magic on John and while I did enjoy those moments in the story, there is one thing she does to him that has lasting effects and that added a lot to the story. It has always bothered me that someone can be changed or altered and then returned to normal in a story and then go off as if nothing had happened. That isn’t how things are and the way this author dealt with this was well done and led into a more critical part of the story seamlessly.

With all of this good there is but a single thing that bothered me about this work. The author really should have taken another edit of their tale. There are a number of tense errors which make sections of the story read very wrongly and took me out of the story when I really didn’t want to be. Please use one tense throughout your work and that really would be the only complaint I have…

I’m giving this work four out of five pitchforks.

This work needs one more editing pass to remove the many tense errors in it. It is really the only fault there is with a deeply involving story set in a detailed universe… And I really wanted to see where things go from where they end… And this coming Friday on the Tale I’ll be reviewing Book Two in this series called The Demon in my Heart.

 

Tera

Oct 26 2013

Some music really doesn’t suit Morrigan I think…

Another YouTube of Morrigan Aesland to share this week… The video itself is of the anime series that Morrigan appears in with a music track taking the place of the original dialogue and so on…

The thing is… I just can’t see how the music really fits Morrigan herself…

And a link in case you cannot see the video here on the Tale:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yd47arR-a4c

I just really think that classical music would fit her better in her attitude and how she carries herself. If not that, then something a bit less… frantic?

It would he something sensual to reflect her nature, but also something that holds in it an underlying power that is also part of who she is…

I really do need to find that piece of music sometime…

 

Tera

Oct 25 2013

A Review of Monogamy is Dead by Jennifer Mancini

Monogamy is Dead by Jennifer Mancini

Monogamy is Dead by Jennifer Mancini

Sometimes a story about an Incubus, or a Succubus for that matter, isn’t really about them. While it can, and normally does, have some erotic moments in it, the better story becomes one about those around them that are, quite simply, human.

A story about the flaws of being a human being and not having your life be perfect is interesting as well. But then what happens when you find perfection… and it isn’t enough?

 

The work’s summary tells about:

Socialite Bianca Lightenger has everything a woman could ever hope for but still happiness eludes her. The only thing that tempers the dull ache of ambivalence is casual sex with a long line of willing victims. Until the day she meets Gabriel, a man who isn’t at all what he seems. Will Bianca be able to accept love on his terms or has she already missed out on the fairytale life of her dreams?

Bianca is, for lack of a better description, lost. She is never satisfied and can never quite be really happy. She drowns herself in sexual encounters and this leads to an encounter on the street that finally pushes her relationship with her husband over the edge and into oblivion. After that moment, she finds herself entangled in the arms, and other parts, of Gabriel. He needs sex every day to survive, but tells Bianca that he loves her. The problem is, can she believe this knowing her own life?

Bianca is the core of this story and everything is seen through her eyes. That can be, truly, so very sad in so many moments because she just cannot really be happy. That one core part of herself, that she cannot come to terms with just destroys every relationship at some point. And when she sees the aftermath of what her husband does, or has to try to come to terms with Gabriel having sex with others… She simply cannot and shuts down.

Gabriel is an incubus, in spite of what he rationalizes in the story. While he does, and actually another minor character just confirms this for me, remind me of Fae, and those that watch Lost Girl will get where I am coming from, the tale of who and what he is doesn’t come into the fore. It’s more about the sex with him, and for that matter with Bianca, than anything else.

To a point.

There is a revelation that Gabriel has and in doing so he gives a gift to Bianca that changes everything. In that moment, the story becomes much better. The path it takes from there, what happens and the end result of that gift are stunningly powerful considering all that has transpired in the work to that point.

Wonderfully human characters, emotional and quite powerful in how it develops over time. Yes there are erotic moments, quite a lot of them, but they are there as part of the story and not the core of it. That makes this work much more than it otherwise could have been from where it began from.

I’m giving this work four out of five pitchforks.

There are things left unsaid, questions about Gabriel and those around him that are not delved into and that is something I would like to know more about. Perhaps, possibly, there is another work to come in this series and more of the back story will appear.

It would be nice if it did.

 

Tera

Oct 24 2013

Succubi Image of the Week 303

The Succubi for this week actually is a series of images because she really interests me and since there is some lovely art of her, I thought I should share what I did find… She is the demoness, or Succubus, that graces the cover of the book “la Saga di Amon ” written by Paola Boni.

All of this art is by an artist on DeviantArt called Amon Sara Forlenza. You can find where I found some of this art here and the artist’s page on DeviantArt is here as well. The only thing I wish is that I could understand better about this series and this particular Succubus, I’m going to describe her as such as she looks like one to me. You can also have a peek here for the site that I found which has information on the series available. Perhaps someday the series will be translated into English… I for one would like to be able to read it…

I really love her a lot as a Succubus. She just has the look, the feel, the stature of a powerful being of eroticism and sensuality. Her body shape is lovely, I’m quite pleased that the artist didn’t give her hooves most of all. I am a bit confused by the twin tails, but as I believe she is a very powerful being, two tails would I think reflect her powers… Her wings are the right size and look right for her as well. Interesting setting, though with how relaxed she is, how secure she is in her position, it kind of fades into the background leaving her red form to capture you and hold you… As any good Succubus would do. After all, being the center of attention is important isn’t it?

I am really captivated by this artist’s style and how they breathed so much life into her. I wonder if a model was used to create her or not. Regardless of that question, I have no question that she is one of the best Succubi I have found this year by far…

 

Tera

Oct 23 2013

Where is the Tail Cozy in this costume?

It bothers me sometimes how little effort some costume designers make when it comes to Devil Girl, never mind Succubus costumes. I think I’ve found one of the most… well, uninspiring I think is the way I’ll put it, but I am sure there are other more…. crass ways to do so…

This is called the Cozy Devil Costume and it comes with the romper, a really lousy tail and a pitchfork that I continue to want to burn in a fire. Amazingly, there are no horns included, nor are there shoes…

It sells for $50 Us on some sites, but it can be found for a lot less easily enough…

This is a prime example of a costume that took no thought whatsoever, is probably the cheapest thing to produce, and most of all, looks… well meh isn’t that far from how I feel about it.

It’s really disappointing to me when the costume looks like it was tossed together with some accessories in order to make it look like something, but this fails in that miserably.

I can’t explain just how revolted I am with the tail on this costume, the words just escape me completely which really is saying something I think.

There is no way to save this, there is nothing in it that I would even consider to wear even if my horns depended on it…

A zero, obviously…

Next week won’t be I promise.

 

Tera

Oct 22 2013

Desires 100

Some truths come out in the oddest places… even for the Queen of the Succubi…

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Desires – Beginnings

By BStyles and Tera S

Part Thirty-Six

 

Tera smiled at that as she nuzzled against his form, her thoughts still somewhat scattered from that moment they had shared in that way so few others could ever truly share. She softly answered, “It’s….. hard…. So so hard to be what I am and do what I want to do… I walk a line between the worlds and yet cannot be a true part of either of them… I could fall into one or raise into the other, but in the end others would suffer for me and that would never do…”

She was quiet for a time… How long was difficult to say in this other place… A second… A hour…. A day… Longer? Shorter? In truth it really didn’t matter to either of them…

Then she untangled herself from him and sat up. She drew her wings around her and then trailed her fingers along her black wings looking at them curiously. She sighed, “It’s a shame that nothing that I have to reveal of myself is good enough to be good…”

Tera’s tail wrapped around her waist and she looked off into the white clouds around them with a sweet-sad smile on her lips as she fell quiet again…

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Some truths are telling aren’t they…

 

 

Tera

Oct 21 2013

Acceptance – Part VI By TeraS

Blame is, when you think about it, the easiest game to play…

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Acceptance – Part VI
By TeraS

 

Revenge: a single word with power. At that moment, in that place, the idea of revenge was consuming Sheryl. She had the power do to almost anything to hime. Images of the pain and suffering he had caused over so many years ate at her thoughts, pressing her to lash out and take that revenge. It would be so simple to make him walk off a cliff, to end himself, and she found that there was nothing of mercy or compassion within her.

But then she heard Joseph’s voice, “Mistress, why didn’t you come for me?” They brought the shuddering realization that her thoughts were on taking revenge and not what mattered most. She felt, finally, shame, shame for the missing concern that she should have felt, concern that was overwhelmed by the need for revenge.

Sheryl did the only thing she could. She turned her back on him and returned to Joseph. The bonds holding him were nothing to her strength, coming apart easily. Then she looked into his eyes, his confused … were they accusing eyes as well?

“I could not find you. I looked everywhere and I could not sense you. You were … gone. It was like you had been taken from this world and …”

“How? You are … more. You can do more. Why?”

Sheryl nodded in the direction of the steel door that separated this place from the outside world: “This place is old. Perhaps ancient would be a better way to put things. He did not know what he had when he created this place. There are markings around the doorway here, and they are proof against seeking. My kind can be attracted to certain things, and these are proof against my kind and other beings that have powers like ours.”

Joseph had the look of trying to understand, but not being able to. She shrugged: “This place is dead to me. It simply does not exist. He never spoke of it to anyone and only those two there knew of what happened here.

“What does that mean, exactly?”

Sheryl’s answer was chilling: “No one ever came out of here whole.”

She had never held a secret from him. Not one. He trusted her and she trusted him. That hurt in him, the feeling that his belief in her was wavering hurt more than anything she had experienced in her life save one thing …

… the moment that she lost him when he was taken.

Sheryl dropped to her knees in front of him, not looking at him as she began, “I don’t know everything. I wish that I did, that I could have snapped my fingers and been with you. Had I known you were here I would have …” She sighed and looked at him finally as the truth came out: “… I would have burned this place to the ground. I would have wiped him and all that he holds from existence. I would have left nothing here but a smoking crater in my wake and then …”

He was going to say something, but her next words broke before his did: “… then I would have ended myself.”

She pressed on, knowing that, if she didn’t, she might not ever be able to. “You made me promise you something, Joseph. You made me promise to protect you. And I didn’t do that. I failed in that promise to you. You asked me to hold you as my first, my only, the one that I would keep with me and cherish above all others.”

The silence was deafening to her ears, but still she pressed on: “I could not protect you. I did not protect you.”

Again Joseph tried to get a word in, but she stood up, resolved in her own thoughts what needed to happen next: “We need to get out of here. Out that door so I can get you home.”

She brooked no further discussion and she did not care to listen to him just at that moment. Turning from him she approached the two thugs and touched a finger to each of their foreheads, a pink glow appearing there, before she moved on to the cause of all of their problems.

She turned to Joseph and asked him to go and see if the main door was unlocked. He did not look particularly pleased to do so, but he held his words. When he had left the room, Sheryl took hold of the chin of the man whose life she was more than willing to turn into ash and made him look into her eyes. “I hate you. I hate what you represent. I hate what you have done. I hate that you have made me do what I have done.”

He did not reply, how could he? Sheryl had frozen him, both mentally and physically; she had stripped him bare. She felt the desire for revenge coming back again, pressing at her thoughts.

“You think you have power. You believe that you do.”

Her nails dug into his chin as she continued: “Your soul is black. There is nothing I could do to you that would be any worse than what you are doing to yourself. To destroy you, to end you, would be a waste of time.”

She moved his chin, examining him: “But that’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me to. Then you win whether you have me or not.”

He did not reply, of course.

“Leave us alone.”

With those words, Sheryl pushed him to the side, releasing her hold on him and putting him to sleep. She stood up, still bare to the world, and left the room in search of Joseph … She found him waiting just outside of the door.

“Mistress … please.”

Sheryl took his hand in hers: “Later. We are not free yet.” She pulled him towards the main door, pushing it open, and into the bright light of the outside world. Two steps more and she felt her powers fully once more, and the two of them vanished in a puff of bubblegum-scented smoke in the next instant.

Elsewhere, at that moment, back at the Victorian mansion they called “Home,” Celeste was kneeling and looking up at the woman who had come calling for Sheryl. Moments before, she knew, she had looked like Sheryl, but this woman had seen through that illusion in the first instant when they met.

Celeste couldn’t help herself as she explained the plan that she and Sheryl had agreed to. That Sheryl had taken the form of Celeste and then placed the illusion over her that made her look like Sheryl. She told the woman about watching Sheryl leave, knowing that she would be collected by one of his thugs, taken to him, and that they had hoped that the risk of this plan would result in them finding Joseph again … for all of their sakes.

Throughout all of this, the woman nodded and simply asked her to continue. Celeste found it so easy to look into her eyes, to obey the simple requests. She did not fear when the woman had waved a finger at her and Sheryl’s illusion vanished, leaving her as she really was and not who she was pretending to be. There was no reason to worry … the woman had told her so.

When the story came to an end with the words, “We have heard nothing since she left,” Celeste could see that the woman was concerned in a way that she only could dream about.

“Did I do something wrong?”

The woman shook her head, her long raven hair floating about her neck and shoulders as she did so: “No. Everything is fine, Celeste. Why don’t you go and sit comfortably in your chair and, when you do, you will remember everything we have talked about, and you will not panic in any way.”

Of course, that made complete sense and, when she had settled into her chair, her mind came back fully and she saw fully the woman who was across the room from her: raven hair, so-green eyes, a long red jacket that shone in the light, deeply black pants and ankle boots, and a bandeau top. Celeste licked her lips slightly, realizing that she would have happily given herself to this woman if she had not already pledged herself to Sheryl.

A question came to her, but the woman spoke first: “You are claimed already. I respect that. But thank you for the compliment.”

Still, Celeste asked: “Who are you?”

The woman tilted her head to the right and smiled, “My name is Tera. Sheryl knows me … intimately …”

Celeste could not help but have a little fantasy in her mind play out about what that meant exactly … until she gasped and placed a hand over her mouth.

Tera raised an eyebrow as Celeste quickly returned to the floor, kneeling there and looking downwards.

“I meant no disrespect. Please forgive me.”

Tera’s voice was bemused: “Just how much has Sheryl said about me?”

“You are her Queen. As we are all hers, then we are yours, as well.”

The sigh was unexpected: “I do not think you quite understand what that means, my dear. Again, I do not accept for you are spoken for. Now, please, you need not kneel to me, I do not stand on formality … well … save for those moments where it is fun, and this is not one of them, so … Please?”

Celeste felt as if Tera was disappointed in her, but did stand once more and return to her chair … worried.

“I have trust in Sheryl, even if I worry about her frame of mind sometimes.”

Those words hung in the air for the longest moment and then … there was a puff of bubblegum-scented smoke. Sheryl and Joseph appeared, and Celeste ran over to them, wrapping her arms around them … but then she gasped, realizing the injures that Joseph had, and began to cry in anguish.

Sheryl froze in the middle of embracing Celeste and looked behind her to see Tera there, smiling, as she simply said, “Welcome home … all of you.”

She nodded once, then looked at Joseph and Celeste, her heart heavy as she said: “Celeste, please find a place for Tera to stay. I will look after Joseph.”

As Sheryl helped Joseph away, she knew that she would be leaving in the morning …

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