Jul 21 2012

An interesting Succubus character model…

I was wondering around Vimeo today and I came across another one of those interesting Succubus character models that pop up from time to time and so…

And in case you can’t see it here on the Tale:


And in case the video vanishes from Vimeo for some reason…

Succubus Model by Nanduu Oliveira

This is the work of someone on Vimeo called Nanduu Oliveira, and other than that I don’t know anything about them really…

She’s a little bit on the monster side of being a Succubus I think, though that’s not that much of a problem really. She does have horns at least, but no tail that I have been able to make out. The video is rather dark for me personally, but I can’t say that I saw a tail anyway… I suppose the white skin she has helps to make out some of the details of her face, but sort of reminds me of a vampire so I’m not that thrilled with that idea for the most part…

I also have the thought that she seems a bit steampunk-like with the clothing she is wearing as well, which might, for me personally, turn into a story at some point…

There’s a lot of detail touches to note here, and I am quite sure the person that created this model spent a long time doing so… I would have loved to have the video be brighter so that their work could be better seen really…



Jul 20 2012

A rather good Succubus cosplayer…

It’s been a while since a Succubus cosplayer has appeared on the Tale. I found someone that has some of her works on DeviantArt and I thought that the works she shared of her dressed up in a Succubus costume were really very good…

The Succubus by Midnight Lady Sky

The Succubus by Midnight Lady Sky

She has a gallery of photos dressed in this costume which you can find in this gallery of hers on DeviantArt… Her name on DeviantArt is Midnight Lady Sky, and she seems to have done quite a few different costumes and characters over time, but I am partial to her Succubus one of course…

Now, I still think that red horns go better with dark hair, but I like this combination of clothing and accessories to make a simple looking, yet very seductive Succubus costume. The tail isn’t one of the really silly ones and her wings seem to be about the right size for her as well. I like the skirt/corset combination she chose with the thigh high stockings too… A nice sexy combination overall and the whip adds to what is a very nicely done Succubus…

Do visit her page and see her other costumes too!



Jul 19 2012

Succubi Image of the Week 238

Something a little bit different for this week’s image of a Succubi… Now the subject of the art is Morrigan Aensland, but, it’s not her usual look and, what makes me smile, is that she is mind controlling two other characters by spinning a finger around and making a swirl in mid-air that seems to have hypnotized the characters in the art…

And since I am the Admin of the Collective…

Hypno-Show: Failed by Sigfried028

Hypno-Show: Failed by Sigfried028

This work is by an artist on DeviantArt named Sigfried028 and they call it Hypno-Show: Failed. You can find the original page with this art here on DeviantArt and the artist’s page here as well…

For those that don’t know, the other two characters in this work are from a series called Winx Club, something that I haven’t seen mind you so I have no real idea of what it is about… But there is this page on Wikipedia about it at least…

I just like the almost casual way that Morrigan is hypnotizing the two girls. A twirling finger swirl of magic being used on two other magical beings is a neat idea and I will have to keep it in mind for a story sometime soon…

Lovely work that really shows Morrigan in one of the better forms I have seen her in… I’m not sure about the split outfit, but it is, as far as I know, cannon for her character, so while it’s not impossible for her to wear, I would have liked the traditional outfit I think more…



Jul 18 2012

Another corset… Another combo…

So last week I pondered a black corset that was used as the basis for a Devil Girl costume… And I found another one in red this week, and since I like red in the first place for some reason or another…

I decided to ponder this one too…

Devil Corset Costume

The corset is called the Red Lace-Up Corset, which is simple enough I suppose as a name for it anyway… but while last week’s corset came thigh high stockings, this corset… doesn’t. It does however come with the bikini bottoms which is a good start at least…

That’s a shame really, but then it only costs $35 US, but can be found on sale for as little as $15 US occasionally online…

So, adding the accessories to the corset and bottoms, the little devil wings, the horns and the tail ($16), and the stockings ($10). The shoes were not listed, but then I have lots of red shoes to choose from anyway…

So in total, to look like this model, you would  have to spend at least $51. That’s a little bit less than last week’s combination, but then you are wearing a lot less too…

Now to be honest, I am rather torn between this look and the black corset look. Or a combination of the two of them…

Which is something to think about isn’t it?

Still, thinking about this outfit, I’ll give the corset three pitchforks out of five and the entire look three and a half out of five pitchforks…

I know that is the same as last week, but really comparing these ideas with the prepackaged ones of late, these are both a lot better…

But not perfect.



Jul 17 2012

Desires 37

When you see your fate in front of you, and you know that there is but two choices, to accept it, or to not, isn’t that what finally shows you who you are?


Desires – Truths

By MZ and Tera S

Part Twenty-Six

I sat in a heap bawling . . . my pain . . . my guilt not waning any . . . only growing more and more from the memory of his mother’s final moments.

Then she moved closer to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder for a moment.

How can I face her? How can I look into those . . . Oh so wonderful eyes again?

She showed him the collar in her hand and then tossed it away from them both, the buckle clanking against a table as it fell to the carpet.

Seeing the collar reminded him of the pain he’d inflicted upon Tera . . . besides his mother, the only other person to never judge him . . . and he betrayed them both.

I do not deserve the gift Tera is offering me. I don’t deserve forgiveness. Those . . . Oh so wonderful eyes should be given to someone far more deserving then I.

Feeling Tera cradling me with her body from behind made my heart long to hold her close, to never let go, but how could I ever face her again. How could I let my soul feed upon those . . . Oh so wonderful eyes. My eyes burned as I could feel her heart beating against my back . . . pacing out misery . . . pounding out every loving memory of holding Tera close over the past year. Then she sang Oh so softly to me. My heart desperate to believe . . . to accept, but my heart refused to see.. refused to allow myself to see the truth . . . to take what was being offered so freely.

She’s so perfect . . . how can she so easily hold me like nothing ever happened . . . after what I’ve taken from her.

I wept till my tear ducts ran dry, but my sorrow only grew. Finally Tera tried to get me to see . . . to accept

Then she explained in a soft voice filled with love, “To love another you have to love yourself first. To forgive someone else, you have to forgive yourself first. Holding hate and pain and all of the worst of your humanity in your heart will never give you the release that you seek.”

She was right . . . My soul pleaded for release . . . I was convicted . . . but I knew I didn’t deserve her gift . . . I couldn’t see how I could ever forgive myself . . . How could I ever deserve a treasure like her . . . How could I continue to breathe . . . how could I go on?

Before I could tell Tera what I was thinking, she already seemed to be reading my mind.

She smiled and nuzzled against his cheek softly and said, “You have taken the first step to seeing that . . . The rest of the journey isn’t any easier . . . I won’t lie to you my love . . . It’s going to hurt and you will have doubts in your mind . . . But you have to believe that all will be well in the end . . . “

Oh how I want to believe that . . . But for you . . . for those . . . Oh so wonderful eyes . . . I must try . . . if for no other reason then for you.

Coming out of my thoughts, I see the statue of Tera burst into flames. As they raged toward me, I played they would consume me and my shame. Soon I saw I wasn’t getting off that easily. I found myself surrounded completely by flames. As eyes widen, I marveled of being so close to such intense flames without any heat. The eerie silence made time seem to stop. This was it . . . this was the moment Tera said I would have to decide. A black hand holding out the spell sheet from the flames, I wasn’t ready . . . I needed to face myself . . . I needed to face Tera. Painfully I took Tera’s hand in mine and broke her embrace.

Turning carefully to face Tera and her . . . Oh so wonderful eyes, I shook with the fear I experienced as a child in front of my father. Holding Tera’s hands tenderly, I stared immovably at my lap as my voice trembled and cracked.

“Tera . . . I can’t forgive myself. I’m not worthy of such a honor. The things I’ve done are not something that can be forgiven so easily. Yes my father made me feel powerless, but it wasn’t his fault for my poor decisions. I told you my father was my hero and in fact he still is in a way. Even after all the pain his judgment caused me, I still saw him as a powerful, ambitious man. Sure he was a mountain compared to most other men, but that’s not why he was my hero. He showed his love by sacrificing himself for us. Never complaining, never a groan or hesitation, dad threw himself at work. Working 18-22 hour days, seven days a week on end, we almost never saw him for months at a time. His unspoken way was saying, “I love you,” was his car starting up at 3 in the morning and pulling away. I couldn’t see how I could ever measure up to that level of sacrifice… he set the standard so high, so I never tried … so I would never disappoint my hero… and in the end.. I still failed… I still disappointed him.”

I sniffed a few times as I continued, “You remind me of my mother. I already knew everything that you told me, but my mother tried to tell me over and over again… before that night. The night she caught me breaking my promise to her yet again. The night she walked in on me enslaving her best friend’s daughter. The disappointment in her face said it all. I wasn’t able to stop her before she took off in her car, tears clouding her vision. By the time I’d caught up with her, my mother had already lost control of the car and slammed into a telephone pole. Holding her in my arms as she fated away, I lied to her again. Telling her I’d change, that I would become a better man, my mother saw right through me. She knew I was lying, but didn’t say a word.”

I looked up into Tera’s loving gaze and continued after the lump in my throat subsided. “She just looked at me the way you are looking at me right now. Those… Oh so wonderful eyes knew me better than I knew myself. I never realized she’d saw through me till tonight. I wouldn’t let myself see the truth that was staring right at me.”

I don’t deserve her forgiveness. I don’t deserve to ever be happy and fulfilled. I must protect Tera from me . . .

Anger flashing through MZ again against himself, he directed it at Tera… trying to push her away. Dropping her hands, MZ pointed at Tera sternly. “I hate you! I hate you for making me feel powerless again. I hate you for the fact you can forgive me so freely and without strings attach. I hate you because your eyes convince me of the truth. I hate you because your eyes show no contempt… no judgment like I deserve. I hate you for making my life so wonderful the past year. I hate you for the fact you showed me what I was missing. I hate you because I can’t forgive myself and in so doing, I’m betraying you yet again. I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”

MZ’s eyes burned with self loathing as he turned back toward the spell and jerked it free. Looking at the final words of the spell, MZ realized that Tera’s life was still in his hands. He may not care about his own, but could his heart condemn Tera to his fate as well? Fear of what was truly in his heart gripped MZ as he committed the last part of the spell to memory. Turning back to Tera, MZ looked deeply into her eyes in fear and trepidation. This was the moment of truth.

She’s not afraid… Tera accepts her fate as she accepts me. Those… Oh so wonderful eyes encouraging me to trust in her.

I paused just before I was about to recite the spell. I would try one more time… for Tera. My voice growing horse, I stroked Tera’s face with the back of my hand.

“You make me want to be a better man, but I don’t know if I’m capable of doing that for you. Whatever happens next, promise me one thing. Promise you’ll not forgive me till I’ve fully forgiven myself.”


Isn’t that the hardest thing to do? Forgive?


Jul 16 2012

Storm Clouds 176 – An ongoing Succubi Story

This is the continuing story of the Succubi called Storm Clouds…

If you want to read previous chapters, please click the link in the Tale header at the top of the page marked Storm Clouds or click here...

Editing this week with thanks as always to my heart without whom I would be lost…


Storm Clouds 176

Chapter 21

By TeraS


The thing about the Dark was that it was too confident. It thought that it had all of the answers and that no one could oppose it.

That was almost true.

She could, and did . . . regularly.

It had become almost an obsession for her now. There were so few who would challenge the Dark when it appeared, and so it fell to her to do so. It wasn’t a chore or an imposition; it had to be done, and she had seen enough of the Dark and what it was capable of to know that the best thing to do was what she did: drive it mad with anger and make it stop thinking.

Losing the one portal did that. Then letting it stew in its anger had made it get involved intimately with mortals and their world. She wondered if, this time, it would actually learn something from the experience or not.

Making the portal vanish was child’s play for a being like her. If the Dark ever figured out just how powerful she was, it might actually pause to think twice about the plans it had against Tera and her kind.


The thought did make her smile as the portal showing the severed tail reappeared among all of the Dark’s other ones. She stood there for a time, tapping a single pink fingernail against the surface and trying to decide what would be the most unpleasant thing she might do.

She could destroy this portal—the thought had been there before—but she had her own plans, and, for those, this one portal needed to remain, at least for the moment, in spite of what it showed.

The tapping stopped as she placed that hand against the surface and whispered to the awful image that it showed, “It will not be long. Promise.”

And, unlike some beings, she kept her promises.

She turned away, coming to the decision that, for once, just this once, she was going to make the Dark know what it was to lose something valuable.

What followed was the sound of fingernails raking across portal after portal, each of which turned white against the darkness, throwing light into a place which despised it. She didn’t ruin every single one of them, but, when she was done, she had left the Dark but three portals.

She thought that she just might be able to hear the scream of anger from it from three universes away when it returned to see what she had done here, and that thought made her smile slightly.

She glanced once more at the portals that remained, satisfied that this would be a problem for it, that it would have to spend effort and time repairing the damage if it could, and that, thankfully, might give the others needed time to figure out what was happening and where.

As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t actually get involved in the battle or make choices for those involved. It was, after all, necessary that all beings make their own choices, no matter how wrong or ill-advised they might well be.

Still, she had one thing that the Dark didn’t have: trust. Trust in others, trust that they would make good choices, but, most of all, trust in that one person that saved her life so long ago and, in doing so, changed her own universe for the better.

She would always owe that person for that gift.

She passed into the ether, on her way to where she needed to be. If the Dark could get involved with mortals, she could as well … to a point. But first she needed to talk to someone who needed to understand that some paths were not worth following.

Following the path of one who owed the succubi—and Tera, in particular—her life … that was the most foolish thing that it had ever done.

And it would soon learn.

As for the Dark, possessing one of its pawns was distasteful. But there was little choice. That damnable creature had cost it its watch over the tail. The one thing that would, if its plans went to completion, cause the barriers to fall before it and thus have what it wanted most.

But having to deal with a corporal form? That was something that it did not enjoy in the slightest. Emotions, thoughts, images from this pawn were getting caught between its own thoughts and, as well, it knew that its own thoughts would be mixing the other way.

But the important thoughts, the ones that it needed for itself, those it kept under lock and key, or so the Dark would believe. The problem was, as it always was, that nothing is ever completely closed off when beings merge, even if only for a short time.

Fingerprints leave smudges, after all …

It took the Dark some time to return to where the tail was kept. The wards around the place made it impossible for someone to appear there without seeing the place first and entering at one specific spot. From the outside there were traps and obstacles that it knew would stop any magic user from getting close.

But this pawn was tuned to the place, and the wards would fall before it. Even so, the time … the time was taking far too long for the Dark’s liking.

And so time passed, the Dark fumed, and the universe turned …



Storm Clouds

Chapter 22

By TeraS

“I think I am.”

Tom looked behind him expecting to see Camilla there, and she was … sort of.

It was Camilla, but her tail and horns were grey instead of black and her hair had changed color from blonde to purple. Tom couldn’t stop the words that came out: “I liked the blonde and black better, Camilla.”

She smirked.

And Tom paused. He was pretty sure that Camilla didn’t smirk.

“It’s a long story, Tom, and right now we haven’t got the time.”

And that was wrong, as well. Camilla never called him “Tom.” Mary Ann tried to get away again, and Tom was forced into flipping her over, straddling her, and then locking her wrists together with handcuffs before sitting on her legs. Having some control of the situation, he looked at Camilla and said, “We’ve got the time. You want to let me in on why the style change? Got tired of your hair color or something?”

She ran her left hand through her hair, pulling on it slightly, “Okay, short version: I’m Camilla’s bad side; I’m a bitch; I’m nothing like her, and you don’t want to screw with me. That good enough for you?”

“I’m never going to understand this, am I?”

She smirked again, “Oh, I dunno … You’d make an interesting Incubi … I can put in a good word for you if you’re up for it.”

Tom shook his head: “Thanks, but I have enough issues with my life as it is. The universe isn’t what I knew it was, there are people—like you—who are legends, and I am supposed to deal with that. Oh yes, and I am acting under the command of the Queen of a race of beings that exist on sex and pleasure and I have no idea why I should be, but I’m doing it anyway.”

She nodded, “Tera does have her ways, doesn’t she? At least she isn’t using that pitchfork of hers on you. Mind you, some like that sort of thing…”

“So what do I call you? ‘Not Camilla’ or ‘Punkie Brewster’ or what?”

She leaned down so that they looked into each other’s eyes: “You really want to know who I am?”

Tom didn’t finch: “I trust Camilla. She’s proven herself. I don’t trust you.”

She nodded: “Good; backbone and will. I can see why Tera wants your help. You may call me ‘Nina.’”

“All right; ‘Nina’ it is. Tell me something, seriously: does every one of you have an ‘a’ at the end of your name?”

She laughed, “No … Just some of us do. Congratulations, Tom; you just endeared yourself to me. Camilla will be pleased to know that. Make sure you tell her when you see her again.”

The smirk vanished and she looked past Tom to Mary Ann on the floor beneath him, “You mind getting off her? She and I have … a past.”

“Good or bad?”

“I won’t kill her, at least, not just yet.”

“If I don’t?”

“Then I’ll have to move you, Tom. You don’t want me to, I promise you.”

Tom got up and moved to the side. Nina reached down and pulled Mary Ann to her knees by the handcuffs before grasping her chin. “Hello, bitch. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. How long has it been?

The fear in Mary Ann only allowed a quiet whisper of an answer, “Babylon.”

“That’s right. As I remember it, you came into my temple and tried to turn my followers, didn’t you? You corrupted them from the top down and, in the end, you were responsible for how many deaths?”

“I don’t know.”

“I do. I remember them very well. You watched as they fought, four hundred eighty-six of them falling to your promises of riches that were hidden from them. And when it was over, what did they find inside the walls?”



Mary Ann closed her eyes, “Because everything they gave you, you returned to them … and more. You … you cared about the cattle and …”

Tom didn’t see Nina’s hand as it struck Mary Ann, sending her sprawling across the floor.

“They are not cattle, you worthless bitch! They are more than you will ever be or ever could be. You can’t understand that, can you?”

There was no answer, and Nina pulled her once again to her knees by the handcuffs: “Here’s the deal. You tell us what’s going on and who’s in charge, and I won’t kill you today. You lie to me, and I’ll start taking you apart one piece at a time …”

She extended her left hand and, to Tom’s shock, a silver sword appeared there, flames dancing along its blade. Tom thought he could hear the sword … growling?

She placed the edge against Mary Ann’s neck: “You know what this is. You know exactly what will happen if I strike you with it. Camilla wouldn’t; she follows the new ways. But I don’t. So make up your mind, right now, and tell me why you are here and what you have done to Ginger.”

Tom coughed, “Nina … You said you wouldn’t kill her.”

She didn’t look at Tom: “Oh, this won’t kill her. It will, however, take away what makes her special. What she is, she won’t be anymore.” A cruel smile appeared, “And since she is so enamored with being immortal …”

Mary Ann closed her eyes, “You are a fool. I serve powers greater than you. You’ll never leave this room alive if you harm me.”

“Oh I’ve already harmed you. Now I’ll cripple you …”

And she pulled the blade back and then swung it towards Mary Ann’s neck …

What happened next was something that Tom would never quite be able to explain.

The blade came down and struck on her right shoulder, then passed through her body and came out at her waist … leaving not a mark on her. Mary Ann still breathed, still was alive, but the look of disbelief in her eyes that she had been struck was matched by the satisfaction in the look that Nina had …

… and what the sword now held upon its blade.

Tom could clearly make out what looked like a twisted, ghostly image of Mary Ann’s form wrapped around the blade, with the flames licking against it and a silent scream of pain on the ghost’s face.

Nina didn’t look at Tom, she just held the sword in front of Mary Ann, “You have very little time, bitch. I’d say about three minutes before you aren’t immortal anymore. Maybe ten and you’ll start aging, and we both know what happens when you do.”

She looked at a clock on the wall, “Three minutes. Talk.”

Tom wanted to intervene. This was torture and he knew it. But he didn’t know what would either help or harm in the situation he found himself in. He didn’t expect that he would be able to disarm Nina, nor did he have any way to fix whatever Nina had done.

Tom hated being helpless … it reminded him of Beth and …

… he just turned away and kept his thoughts to himself.

To Mary Ann’s credit she held out for an entire minute. She just looked back at Nina, but when Nina drew a finger along the shaft of her sword and then licked a wisp of Nina’s ghostly form from her fingers, she caved in…

“Ginger is nothing. She was a convenient way to gain power. She didn’t care about anything save her own beauty and screwing her husband. It was child’s play to alter their minds and take him out of the picture.”

Tom heard this and asked, “What did you do?”

“I made him get involved with the mob, you asshole. I made sure that he was stupid about it. I saw to it that they would find out what he was doing, make him transfer everything to Ginger and then you so helpfully took him away, leaving Ginger to my tender mercies. Didn’t take a week and she was a hot little slut that would do anything for me to degrade her and …”

Nina interrupted, “Nice story. Now, how about why you did it in the first place?”

Mary Ann gritted her teeth, “I needed power.”


She didn’t answer that question. Tom had a thought, “You needed power for a purpose. You seem to have a past with Nina and her kind … is that why you needed this … power?”

The look she gave him spoke volumes.

Tom sighed, “Peachy: a war between omnipotent beings. I should have stayed in bed.”

Nina placed the point of the sword just in front of Mary Ann’s lips, “Who are you working for.”

“Give it back to me first!”

“No. You give me the information and I’ll give it back to you. Better hurry. You’re running out of time … rapidly.”

Mary Ann finally broke down and said in a whisper, “The Dark. It’s the Dark …” Then she screamed, “Now give it back!”

Nina stood up and then wiped the length of the sword with her fingers, balling the ghost into her hand before tossing it casually at Mary Ann. It fell into her body producing a sigh of pleasure from her lips and then a look of defiance on her face.

Which Nina promptly removed with another strike of her hand against Mary Ann’s cheek which resulted in her falling to the floor unconscious.

The blade vanished in a flash of light and then Nina then stood up and looked critically at Tom, “Tell me something. Other than you being human, is there anything special about you?”

Tom shrugged, “Cats like me.”

She looked at him for a long, long moment.

“That’s good.”


“That would be telling. Come on, if she is working for the Dark, then we need to get out of here right now.”

And then she pushed past him making for the elevators without another word, Mary Ann on the floor out cold and Ginger in the other room pleading for her Mistress to come back to punish her again …



Storm Clouds

Chapter 23

By TeraS

Smoke. The first thing he smelled was the smoke. Then he noticed the flames licking up the walls of the warehouse, the beams falling from the ceiling, and the yelling from behind him.

And then, as he watched three men rush past, John had a horrible realization. He was back at the fire. Not a fire; no, the fire … the fire where he was injured, the one that haunted him every day. He felt and then saw the fire axe in his hands and knew exactly what was going to happen next. He would rush after the rest of his company, follow them into the hell around them and search.

There would be … What would there be?

That part he never could remember exactly, when no one could tell him what happened, between this moment when they last saw him and the next, when they found him underneath the remains of the structure.

He hesitated there a moment longer, the others vanishing into the smoke, and then, twisting the axe in his hands, made his way forward, the smoke becoming thicker, the sound of his breathing loud in his ears as the respirator cycled back and forth, keeping him alive. Coming to a locked door, he kicked it open and then drew back as more smoke poured out and around him, making it almost impossible to see.

But did he see … something? Did he hear something?

There was no choice: he was going in there and searching. He had to be sure.

John pushed his way in while calling out, “Is anyone there? Answer me!” He didn’t hear anything, and so he moved deeper into the space. The light from the hallway, which showed him the way out and to safety, slowly dimmed as the smoke thickened more and more. But that didn’t matter. He had to search, had to help. That was his job and, no matter what else, he was going to do it.

He spent almost five minutes searching, the odd layout of the room confusing him. It seemed like an office, there were desks around him, but the space was too large for a simple office. Still, he pressed on, moving back and forth, calling out and listening even as he searched, his axe in his hand and the flashlight attached to his helmet probing into the smoke around him.

And then John saw her.

A woman crumpled to the floor, covered in black soot and grime. Her figure was indistinct. He knew it was a woman, but her features–hair, eyes, skin tones, what she was wearing–were all a blur.

But that meant nothing to him.

He knelt down beside her and checked: she was still breathing, but unconscious. The problem was that he had no idea if she was seriously injured or not. He found his spare mask and, after hooking it up to his air supply, placed it over her face. Her breathing improved, but now he was stuck there. He couldn’t leave her, which left him one choice: reporting on his radio that he found a survivor and then triggering the beacon built into it to call others to assist him.

He was about to do that when he heard the first shriek of the ceiling starting to come down. John’s only thought was to protect the woman however he could. He dragged her under a desk and then pushed himself under it as well, his body over hers.

The noises stopped for a moment, everything was silent around him, and then, just as he was about to look out from underneath the desk, there was the sound of a train wreck as the world came down around them both.

Then all was quiet again.

Except this time, standing amid the rubble, there was Tera, her dress pushed around by the smoke and fire, her arms crossed over her chest, and a look of concern on her face. She considered the pile of rubble that now held John and the woman, her long red tail moving slowly, catlike, behind her.

“Well … that explains a lot.”

From the smoke and fire, Jane came into view to the other side of the rubble. “Damn it, Tera! We don’t have the right to do this!”

Tera considered her for a long moment and then explained, “We need a clue, Daughter, an idea of what has happened. He has that clue in him; we just have to pry it out.”

Jane stormed up to Tera and then poked her into the chest with a finger, “You tell us to respect others, to help them. This does neither!”

Tera looked down at the finger pressing against her, then took hold of Jane’s hand before gently moving it away.

“His mind is blocked from what happened here, Daughter. He knows he came in, he knows he found someone in here, but he remembers nothing of who that woman is. She’s the key to this in someway and we need to know.”

“It’s not a good enough reason!”

Tera looked bemused, “Oh it is … It most certainly is.” She then reached around behind Jane and took a hold of something there, making Jane gasp in surprise. Tera then showed the tip of a grey tail to Jane, a tail that was connected to her body. “Daughter, you look like yourself.” Then Tera, that enigmatic smile still on her lips, released Jane’s tail.

Jane felt behind her, touching her tail in surprise and then running her hands over her horns. “How?”

“That is, of course, the question, isn’t it? Why should things be fixed here? It doesn’t make any sense … or … perhaps it does.”

Tera walked over to the pile of rubble and then pointed a finger at it, “The answer is in there, isn’t it? Who is the woman he rescued? Why can’t he remember her? How was that done? Most of all: why would all this make it necessary for your physical appearance to be changed?”

Jane didn’t answer the questions. She didn’t have the answers.

Tera then began to twirl her finger in a slow circle, “While these are his memories, they are not immutable. We can alter them, to a point, or, get a better look at them, can’t we?”

Jane rubbed her temples: “Yes, Tera … That’s Succubi 101 in the Realm, isn’t it?”

Tera continued to work at the rubble, bits and pieces of it vanishing at her touch, “What was your grade, Jane?”

Jane mumbled, “B Plus.”

Tera smiled in spite of herself, “Well, at least you passed.”

“I passed because a certain Queen made me work at it harder than anything I have done before.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Tera … I’m not. Honestly.”

“Oh, I’m not mad at you Jane, perish the thought. No, what I am, however, is very confused at this moment.”

Jane looked to where Tera was focusing and saw something that she didn’t, couldn’t expect to see. There, in the rubble, was John, but the woman that he had saved … wasn’t.

“Tera, what’s going on?”

“We missed something while talking, Daughter. Something happened here, and we didn’t pay attention to it when we should have.”

Jane’s look was one of confusion, so Tera continued: “Something, or someone, took that woman away after the ceiling collapsed, and we missed it.”


“That’s the question, isn’t it? Why take her away? Why make him forget about all of this? What was the point of it?”

Tera rubbed her fingertips over her temples and sighed: “We’ll just have to start all over again and, this time, not look away.”

In the next moment, the collapse of the ceiling happened again, John saved the woman and all was quiet once more. But seconds later, the two succubi saw what came next.

A black shadow fell over John and the woman, covering them both and then vanishing, taking the woman with it and leaving John behind … alone.

“Tera, what was that?”

“Something I hope you never have to face: the Dark.”

“Tera … Why would it care about either of them?”

“Oh that’s easy. It wanted the woman; it didn’t care about John. But taking her and leaving him with these memories would have been worse. So it damaged him, made him forget about what he actually did, and then continued on with its plan.”

“Tera … you are being evasive.”

“I have an idea of who the woman is, Daughter. A pretty good one, but I don’t like where that idea is leading me.”

“Who is she?”

Tera ran one hand through her hair and sighed, “It has to be Patricia.”

Jane just stared at Tera in disbelief …


Storm Clouds

Chapter 24

By TeraS

Tom followed Nina out of the office and watched her hand slam against the call button for the elevator. “You know,” he deadpanned, “putting your hand through that wall won’t make it get here any faster.”

Nina shot him a look and began to pace, “Tell me something, Tom: what was the story that scared you the most when you were a child?”

Tom had to think about that for a moment, “The Boogieman, I think.”

She stopped in mid-pace: “Okay, then you can think of the Dark as him on steroids, if you want.”

“He scares you?”

“Me and just about anyone that knows about it.”

“Hang on; he’s an ‘it’?”

Nina waved her hand at Tom, “No one is really sure. ‘It’ seems to be the best way to describe it; likes mayhem, destruction, and violence above everything else.”

“So, why you?”

Nina laughed, “Oh it’s not me that it’s interested in. It’s all of us. Tera’s told us about it, told us not to get involved with it, and, no matter what, we don’t allow it back to our home.”

“How’s that working for you?”

Nina smirked, “So far, so good. But it’s a persistent bastard.”

Tom pinched the bridge of his nose, “So what you are telling me is that an omnipotent being is responsible for killing Patricia?”

Nina punched the button again and started to pace once more, “No, someone killed Patricia either under the influence of the Dark, or for it, thinking they would be rewarded with power or something else.”


Nina sighed, “And they likely are under the Dark’s control somehow, still acting for it, and are possibly looking to be the cause of something else happening.”

“Wonderful. This just gets better and better.”

She turned back to Tom and, with a hard look in her eyes, said, “If you want out, go see Tera and tell her that.”

“I’m not a quitter. I complain, moan, and curse, but I don’t walk away from a fight.”

Nina’s answer was, “And you have no idea why Tera asked you to look into this?”

Tom smirked, “I figured she liked my looks.”

The doors to the elevator opened and Nina grabbed Tom by the shoulder dragging him inside before punching the button for the ground floor. After the doors closed, she continued, “The thing is, Tom, I think you are involved because the Dark uses humans for its own gains.”

“And you don’t?”

Nina waved her hand at the ceiling, “You want me to claim that we’re pure and lily white? Sorry, Tom, I can’t do that. Yes, in the past, a long time ago, we weren’t nice; we didn’t care, either. Once upon a time we had humans as pets, toys, and worse; we would twist them into whatever we wanted them to be.”

Tom flinched at the tone of her voice, but still asked, “So, what changed?”

Nina’s hand dropped to her side, “One human, just one, showed us that there was a better way and we took it.”

“Have I met this person?”

Nina laughed, “Oh no, no you haven’t … Trust me, you would know if you had.”


Nina looked wistful, “You’ll have to ask Tera about that sometime …”

Tom filed that away for later before prodding her, “Okay, so back to me being involved?”

She nodded, “You’ve been told that some beings need humans to do their work for them. The Dark needs willing humans, or at least humans that it has touched, to do its bidding.”

“Still doesn’t explain me.”

“You know human nature better than we do, Tom. You see more than we do. It used to be that we would just take control of someone and force them to talk. You saw what Camilla did, right?”

He nodded.

“She hadn’t done something like that in about a thousand years, Tom. Oh, she was brave about it, but it tore her up inside to have to do it.”

“So, what we have to face are people who might be … mind controlled or something, acting for the Dark without knowing it, and best of all, you really can’t be sure until you come in contact with them?”

Nina sighed, “The Dark isn’t stupid, so it’s placed some red herrings to draw any investigation away from it. Lots of humans to comb through for an answer and …”

Tom waited, but Nina just started tapping a finger against her lips as the elevator descended. After ten floors, Tom slapped her tail with his hand, which jolted Nina, so that, in the next moment, Tom found himself pressed up against the wall, a very angry Nina looking at him.

“Why … did … you … do … that?”

Tom pushed Nina’s hand away, “I lost you for a minute. You drifted off into thought, and I wasn’t sure that something wasn’t wrong with you. My cat doesn’t like it when I swat her tail; figured you would act the same.”

Nina ran a hand through her hair and tugged on it, “Nice. I was thinking about what Patricia was missing when she was buried. Something important wasn’t there.”

Tom pushed, “Like?”

“Her tail; it had been severed from her body, and we couldn’t find it when we buried her.”

Tom was confused, and the look on his face spoke volumes.

“Okay, Tom, quick lesson about succubi and incubi for you. Beings like us are, in fact, two beings in one body. In our case, Camilla is the dominant personality most of the time. I am what we call a Tail. I reside in her tail, oddly enough, and I can see and feel everything that she does. But, normally, I don’t appear.”

“So, why now?”

“Because I saw who you were pinning down to the floor, and I wasn’t going to miss the chance to get a measure of justice. And, if you had left me alone with her, I would have killed her.”

Tom shrugged, “I figured as much. You aren’t anything like Camilla, really.”

Nina’s tail swished behind her, “And?”

Tom smiled, “And, as you said, you are a bitch to those who have done you wrong. But, so far, you haven’t been to me. So, like I told you before, you still have to prove yourself to me.”

Nina reached out a hand and stroked it against Tom’s cheek, “It’s because Camilla likes you, and I have to admit that I find you … interesting …”

Tom closed a hand around Nina’s and drew it away, “Sorry, Nina. My heart belongs to someone else.”

Nina sighed, “So does your soul, Tom. So does your soul.”

Tom’s face soured, “Why is it that you all have to be so damn cryptic?”

Nina looked away from Tom, “I apologize, but that’s how our kind is. I’ll give you a hint, though, that you should keep in mind … You want a direct answer? Give a direct question.”

Tom gripped the railing behind him and looked away from her. Neither of them said anything for a dozen floors, but then Tom asked, “Tell me about Tails, Nina.”

She didn’t turn around, but Tom could see her body tense, “Tails are the succubi or incubi of the past. If you can recall your myths, you might remember that we can be very evil, very dominant, and most of all, we have, on occasion, claimed souls.”

Tom frowned, “That’s not exactly comforting, Nina.”

She shrugged, “It’s not important. What matters is that we exist in order to keep the young aware of what they might be if they do not learn, and if they go off the path, or worse. We are there to help them.”

Tom considered what she said, but before he could ask more, Nina added, “Your next, obvious question is, I think: ‘Do you have a soul?’”

Tom nodded slightly, “Seems to be a reasonable question to ask at this point.”

Nina smiled, “We both do. Very much like yours, really …” Nina looked over her shoulder, “Would you like to know what I can see in yours, Tom?”

He didn’t have to think about his answer, “Not really. I suppose that it’s not that important.”

As the bell sounded to announce their arrival on the ground floor Nina sighed, “See, that’s the biggest problem in the universe, isn’t it?”

The doors opened before Tom could ask what that meant, and they found themselves staring at a group of security guards who were waiting in the lobby, their backs to the elevator doors.

Tom reached for his weapon, “Got any ideas? I left my holy hand grenade in my other pants.”


Storm Clouds

Chapter 25

By TeraS


Jane threw her hands up in disbelief, “How could it possibly be Patricia?”

Tera shrugged, “The facts are quite plain, Daughter.”

“My sister is … was … a mother. She loved her children and her Eternal. That’s all she was.”

Tera smiled softly, “Being a mother, no matter how or why, is not a little thing, Jane. You’ll understand that someday.”

Those words brought Jane up short as she remembered her sister holding her children, playing and laughing with them … and she regretted what she had said, “I meant that Patricia wasn’t a threat to anyone, Tera. There was no reason for her to be attacked.”

“There you are wrong, Daughter, and I should have been more aware. Most of our kind are … involved … in some way. Those that are not are not always aware of everything that goes on when they are away from the Realm.”

“Tera, you can’t put the blame on yourself.”

“Every mother does when her children are hurt …”

Tera then began to list off the facts she knew: “We can be certain that Patricia was targeted by someone or something. Her tail was severed from her body. That means that someone knew the way to kill us. Then the question becomes: who would be foolish enough to suffer our wrath … or would want us to seek revenge?”

Jane said nothing, waiting for Tera to continue.

“There are very few beings that have tried to control us; fewer still who have survived. Still fewer continue to try and try again, using whatever means they think will be enough to push us over the edge.”

“Tera …”

She held up a finger and then continued, “The Dark cannot act in the material world itself. We also know that it uses the darker emotions to gain a foothold in our world and bend beings here to its will. It collects puppets and then plays them to make what it wants to happen … happen.”

“That still does not explain how you can connect what happened here. I haven’t seen anything that proves you are right, Tera.”

She sighed softly, “I haven’t explained everything as yet, Daughter.”

Jane rubbed a hand over her forehead and waited … again.

“Patricia was not involved in our work here, that’s very true. However, she did, occasionally, assist Brent in his work, or, very rarely, would help in Realm business.”

Jane’s hand stopped, “Are you saying that you put her in danger?”

“No. I am saying that she was led here for a reason and the Dark took advantage of that. Perhaps it planned to murder Patricia by fire and then leave no trace of her body for us to find, and thus cover up the taking of her tail. But our hero got in the way and then it had to try and cover its tracks.”

Jane’s head was spinning at the idea, “But why was she here, and why did the Dark let her go?”

“Those are the questions to work on, Daughter.”

“Tera, what about John?”

“We remove this block on his memories, so that he can see that he saved someone. We don’t hide what happened from him. All of this was in his subconscious mind, so it’s unlikely to intrude on his thoughts once it has been released. I only hope that it won’t be completely clear to him.”

“What about me?”

“If this works, then the hold on you is no more. If not … well, then things become a lot more complicated, don’t they?”

“Wonderful. Just … wonderful.”

The memories they were looking into vanished and reality replaced them: John sitting in the chair, seemingly asleep; Tera standing beside him, her right index finger touching John’s left temple; and Jane across the room from the two of them watching unhappily.

And still not looking like herself.

“Nothing’s changed, Tera.”

Tera tilted her head to the right and looked at Jane, “I haven’t actually done anything yet, Daughter. You young ones are so impatient at times … Stop and smell the roses; you may discover things you have overlooked in your rushing about.”

Jane’s response was to put her head into her hands and moan softly.

“So. do I or don’t I, Daughter? Or are you going to do it?”

“Tera …”

“No. No Daughter. There isn’t a maybe or could be or might we here. He is … damaged–quite badly to be honest. He is, at the moment, a tool being used for someone else’s gains.”

Jane looked up and she wasn’t happy, “I am not responsible for that.”

“No, but, in another way, we all are. If we had given in to what it wants, become its puppets, then he would not be where he is right now, would he?”

“We can’t protect everyone. That’s impossible and you know it.”

Tera turned away from Jane and looked at John, “Perhaps. But is it right to ignore such things when they are in front of you? What right does it have to do this to anyone? Most of all, what right does it have to try to force us into doing something that we have turned our back on?”

“I didn’t make that choice, Tera. You did.”

Tera looked at Jane once again, but this time there was sadness in her voice: “So, you would rather act in the old ways, then? Are you so enamoured with that time?”

“We were strong Tera. We could, easily, reach out and destroy our enemies. There was nothing to fear. There was …”

“Nothing. There was absolutely … nothing. You just don’t understand, do you?”

Tera walked away from John and stood over Jane, her red horns and tail visible now, “Are you so eager to give up your soul, Daughter? Lose all you are? Be yet another puppet? Really? Truly?”

Jane tried, she really tried, to look Tera in the eyes, but found that she couldn’t bring herself to.

“I’m playing devil’s advocate, Tera … You are so sure that you are right about everything. How can you be?”

Tera pointed a finger in John’s direction, “I am right because what is sitting there in that chair is so very, very wrong.” She then pointed at Jane, “I am right because you are in a trap that you can’t escape and he is the only solution that can fix this.”

Jane was silent, her eyes closed in thought before she answered, “Will he remember … anything?”

Tera took hold of both of Jane’s hands and led her to John’s side, “That depends on you, doesn’t it?”

“Tera …”

She smiled, “Daughter, can you admit to yourself one single truth? Tell me one thing about yourself that you know to be the truth that you have not admitted to anyone else.”

Jane tried to answer Tera. The first thing that came to her thoughts wasn’t really the truth, and she knew that Tera would know that. So it was with the next things that came to mind. But then, finally, she told Tera her truth: “She’s gone, Tera. I’ll never see her again, never hear her voice, hug her … I’m … I’m alone.”

“Do you honestly believe that?”

Jane clutched at Tera’s hands, “Who is there that cares about me? My sister, the only one that I knew who loved me … I’ve lost her. I am alone. That’s my truth.”

Tera shook her head sadly, “You are alone because you cannot find the way to allow anyone inside, Jane. You have so many walls around you because … because you want revenge on the person who took your sister from you. So you are alone, right now, because you want that revenge. You think that will give you closure.”

Jane just stared at Tera, the words not coming to her, no idea how to answer her queen’s assertion.

Tera then looked at John, “But you let him in. You won’t admit it, but he’s there inside of you. He’s in your thoughts and …”

Jane shook her head, “I can’t. I have to …”

“You have to let go of revenge. You have to give yourself a chance, no matter how small, to be as happy as your sister was.”

“I don’t deserve that.”

“You don’t deserve to be an emotional wreck.”

“Tera …”

Tera’s tail pointed at John, still sitting there quietly and unmoving, “You asked what he would remember. That’s something you’ll have to figure out, Jane. Open his mind, take away what the Dark put in and let him see that what happened. When he comes out of this … then what happens next is up to you and him alone.”

“I’m not prepared for this, Tera. I haven’t the control or the ability you have.”

“No, but you do love him, don’t you?”

The word escaped Jane before she could stop it, “Yes.”

Tera smiled and then guided Jane to sit on the armrest next to John, “Then let that be your guide and try.”

Jul 15 2012

A Review of Succubus by Rod Foglio

Sometimes there are stories that, sort of, have Succubi in them. That’s to say it’s implied that there is a Succubus in the story, but we never really get that one piece of proof in the story that confirms it. That’s not really a problem if the story is interesting, but when it is difficult to get through… then I just don’t know…

Succubus by Rod Foglio

It’s the story of:

Eileen devoted her entire adult life to raising her son, and everything is going perfectly as he prepares to finish college and live the life she’s always wanted for him. But then her son brings home a new bride who threatens to ruin everything she has worked for. Eileen takes it upon herself to find out what her new daughter-in-law’s secrets are, and what she finds is not what she expected. Suddenly, she realizes that she and her son are in the middle of a dangerous crisis, which she sees no way out of.

I honestly just couldn’t get into the story for several reasons. The theme itself wasn’t something that I enjoy, the characters weren’t interesting to me, and the overall underlying hate and strife that all of them go through didn’t help much either.

It got worse for me when I didn’t really get a firm explanation of the character that was supposed to be a Succubus. Yes, she was described as one by other characters, yes she sort of acted like one now and again, but honestly you could have just as well called her a Femme Fatale and had the same basic result of what happens in the story.

I understand that not all stories are happy ones, not all of them have Succubi with horns and tails, and not all of them will have characters I like in them as well. I get that, but then isn’t the point of a story that you, at least to a point, want to read it and see what happens next?

I found it very hard to make it through the story, even at thirteen pages in length, and stopped frequently as I read to pause and try to fit everything that happened into a framework that I could deal with and understand. Again, it’s probably just me, and that’s my problem.

The author’s writing is clear and concise, there were no real problems in what they were trying to express in the story, again it’s just that the story itself just didn’t do anything for me in a Succubus interest way.

I’ll give this work two pitchforks out of five.

Just wasn’t what I was looking for, and I just couldn’t get into the story of all of the pain and suffering that the characters go through in it…