Jul 04 2012

Devirella… isn’t.

Some costumes I think are designed to make me ill… This one managed to accomplish that in under two seconds when it appeared…

Well, less than that, but the nausea took that long…

Devirella Costume

This mistake is called Devirella and it comes with a one-piece short short jumpsuit made of velvet, a bra top with an attached collar, and adjustable boot covers that come over the knee.

The red wig with horns and the shoes are not included, not that it would help this costume at all anyway and it sells for $45 US, but can be found as cheap as $15 US on some discount sites…

I won’t give five dollars for this. Ever.

Setting aside the wig, which I hate beyond words, the rest of this costume just screams tacky at the top of its lungs. It’s not a devil costume, it’s just some lingerie that has a new label on the package and not a lot else going for it.

I can’t understand where they came up with the idea that this has anything to do with Devil Girls, and most definitely not any Succubi that I would ever expect to consider this costume either.

There isn’t any possible way to make this thing any better, nor would I want to try either for the pain my eyes would have in staring at it for hours on end…

I’m giving this zero pitchforks out of five.

It’s one of those where I would give a negative rating to, but that wouldn’t be fair to the other awful costumes that have appeared in the past on the Tale…

 

Tera

 

Jul 03 2012

Desires 35

I didn’t expect what happened here… I really didn’t and what comes afterwards even more so…

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Desires – Truths

By MZ and Tera S

Part Twenty-Four

MZ raged and burned… waiting for his answer…. he hurt… he wanted Tera to suffer…. he was blind with his revenge. MZ was Tera’s contraposition as he impatiently demanded and Tera calmly continued.

Tera casually raised a hand and pointed at the black statue of her Succubi self across the room, “At this moment I have only myself to give to you… All that I was is inside that statue. All of my power. All of my control. All that is what you wish to control. All that is here is the heart and soul of me. Not the power. It you want that power as well then you will have to complete the spell by reading the last of it and then you will have the results.”

Tearing off my jacket, I threw it away. Spinning around and examining the black statue, my eyes burned with lust for power.. for my sweet revenge. “I WANT IT ALL….”

Tera ignored my outburst and continued. She droned on and on about having no fear of love. Then she say,

I have no doubt that they would suffer for me. But I would far rather suffer for them and be remembered by them as I am…

I turned my head over my shoulder and spouted back at her. “I don’t care about your opinions… I WANT IT ALL…”

Tera continued on undaunted, explaining how her Love is more powerful than anything I could throw at her. My chest flaring with each passing second as my impatience grow… “Tell me about the spell… what are you waiting for… I WANT IT ALL…”

Tera tried to placate me with an excuse of why she attacked me… How I hurt one of her loved ones… and how she found loving homes for all my slaves. It was enough. I turned back staring with murder in my eyes. “AND I WANT IT NOW…”

Then she did something I wasn’t prepared for. Her eyes were still soft… still loving… no hurt… no judgement….
Those eyes… I know where I’ve see those eyes before now… There the same as her’s were…

Tera got my attention with how her repeating my question. I paused for a moment looking down with my hands on my hips. She continued. I looked back up… not taking my eyes off hers for a second… I had to know… I needed to see… those eyes one more time…. to know if I’d been lying to myself ever since then.

She held the collar in one hand and calmly said, “How am I different? Because I can forgive you for what you did. I can forgive you for what you have done to get your revenge. Forgive you for making Curtis disappear from this world. Forgive you for hurting someone close to me. Forgive you for having to have that hurt within you for so long…”

My heart seemed to stop… I found my soul thirsted for those words. I started to find it hard to continue hiding from my pain… my guilt… my memory of those… Oh so wonderful eyes… My throat burned and as those … Oh so wonderful eyes convicted me to my core. Then Tera said the words that healed me…. She gave me such a precious gift… one I had no right to expect and never could earn…

She looked into his eyes and said softly, “So I will forgive and love you as much as I have loved Curtis….”

I couldn’t face Tera anymore… My tears no longer waiting… I turned back to the statue… ashamed and convicted by what I now knew was True, Sincere and Perfect Love…..

Mother had those same eyes… I told myself she looked at me like that out of hope that blinded her from my faults… her hope that I would change… I convinced myself of that as I looked into those …Oh so wonderful eyes.. and promised her I would change just before she passed away. It was all my fault.. If I had changed before she caught me like that… she wouldn’t have gotten into the accident escaping the pain I caused her.

She then asked, “Can you forgive and love yourself as well?”

I fell to my knees… the tears streaming down my face… splashing upon my lap. I hung my head in defeat… in sower… how could I face those… Oh so wonderful eyes.

Mother could tell… she knew the whole time while I lied straight to her face… she knew and never flinched… never judged my… never stopped loving me. She told me a mother’s love was endless and forever… and I betrayed her… How.. How can I forgive myself? I’m not worthy of that gift…. of those… Oh so wonderful eyes…

I lift my eyes upon the statue… it was a monument to my hate… showing me just how evil I really am… I took a something so perfect… so needed and locked it away from the world… trapped in a black form, just as my heart had hardened to everyone else and myself. I slowly answered Tera in a weak soft voice… filled with haunting pain.

“How can you ask me that? My heart has a history of hurting the ones that mean the most to me. I’ve destroyed lives.. families… I’ve been through this such a long long time, just trying to kill the pain.” I lowered my head and in a raspy barely audible whisper. “Please… just tell me how to finish the spell.”

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It’s never easy to see oneself is it?

 

Tera

Jul 02 2012

Storm Clouds 174 – 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...

Tried to write a little bit this week, not sure of any of it, but we’ll see if I change my mind or something…

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Storm Clouds 174

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.

Possibly.

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?”

“Nothing.”

“Why?”

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.”

“Why?”

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.”

“Why?”

“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.”

“Why?”

“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.”

“And?”

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.”

“Why?”

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 and waited 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?”

“That’s the question 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 gave into 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 them. 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 that 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?”

Jul 01 2012

Canada Day in the Realm…

It is a tradition on Canada Day that the Poet Laureate of the Realm shares a stanza of his interpretation of O Canada…

And once again this year, I thank him for giving of his time for this, something that brings a smile to me always…

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O Canada!
No Realm, but one nice land!
True patriot love in succubi command.
With playful hearts and glowing eyes,
quite mischievous and free,
above our bangs our horns shall rise,
O Canada, for thee.
Gorgeous and glad, glorious and free,
O Canada, we swisch our tails for thee.
O Canada, we swisch our tails for thee.

Incubi, too,
stand proud, tall, and erect
(watching their mates results in great effect)!
Their tails reach out to wrap around
the beauties whom they see,
arousal in each sight and sound
sets their libidos free!
He touches her, Eternal-ly!
Make Canada the Realm and set it free!!
Make Canada the Realm and set it free!!

In Canada
we try not too make spills,
and, in the Realm, we first break stiff men’s wills. ;)
We don’t approve of making mess
that’s not necessary.
With huggles we get more success
(what fireworks we’ll see!).
We’ll tie and rub to set you free;
send Canada upon a lustful spree!!
Send Canada upon a lustful spree!!

Come closer, dears;
our scents are in the air.
You’ll be seduced, and we’ll not leave our chair!
Your Queen is neat. Ours has her beat
in sexuality.
Both Will and Kate will feel so great
once they stop in for tea
(or Diet Coke). Just watch and see.
O Canada, we’ll rev your royalty!!
O Canada, we’ll rev your royalty!!

Will Canada
hang on to all its dough
while other lands have economic woe?
Those succubis have tempting eyes.
One look, we think of sex!
Not one pays out; one stare, one pout,
she instantly collects.
Their bonds bring sweet maturity.
Oh, Canada, cum into solvency!
Oh, Canada, cum into solvency!

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*huggles for my heart*

If only it was so easy to fix the economy!

 

Tera

Jun 30 2012

A Review of Succubus Unleashed by B. R. Kingsolver

Earlier this year I reviewed the first book in a new series called The Succubus Gift. You can find that review here on the Tale. To my joy this past week, the second book in the series by BR Kingsolver was released. Called Succubus Unleashed, it continues the story of Brenna and her travels in her new life, her discovery that she is a Succubus, and where that knowledge takes her.

Succubus Unleashed by B. R. Kingsolver

Succubus Unleashed by B. R. Kingsolver

This, Book Two in the series tells of:

It’s not easy being a succubus.

Brenna O’Donnell and Rebecca Healy continue their integration into the Clan. Learning more about their Gifts and always seeking someone who will love them. After a crash course in learning about her genetic heritage, Brenna O’Donnell has discovered what it really means to be a succubus and has learned to embrace her strange Gift. Her major concern is whether Collin will accept her for what she is. As she adjusts to telepathic society, others in the Clan have plans that will strip the last of her freedom.

The social season is around the corner, including events that Brenna never imagined in her wildest dreams. The succubi, representatives of the Goddess on earth, are at the center of an ancient worship. And if a girl is going to be the center of attention, then obviously she needs a new dress.

Between the romance and glistening balls of the Clan’s social events, Brenna and Rebecca discover life is not secure. Telepaths from other Clans are kidnapping young girls and selling them into slavery.

This, the second part of the series is set six months in time after the events of the first book and things have changed. The most interesting of these changes is to the heroine of the series Brenna herself. She isn’t quite the same person she was in the first book really. Before sex was something she didn’t want to think about, have, or be involved in for what happened when she was with someone. Now it has become the core of her life really. She has accepted that she is a Succubus, what she can do, and what that means. But there is a little touch of superiority in her makeup now and, occasionally, that seems to be wrong for the person we met in the first book.

Brenna becomes a bit too focused on clothes and trinkets in this story at the beginning, but things do change and she returns to being more like the person she was in the first book, whom I adore… I chalk up the initial change in who she is to her discovering her inheritance and what that entails more than anything else and considering what that is, it makes some sense in the context of the story. Still, Brenna is the focus of the story, and as such her thoughts and emotions do drive everything, and everyone, around her.

The history of the clans is explored to a great extent in this story, but it isn’t given as a speech or lecture to the reader. It’s a living history through the families that Brenna meets which makes it a much better and interesting read. It is a complicated one, and that I expected, but wow… It is smarting to behold as it develops throughout the story here.

What I felt was the most fascinating moment in this story was Brenna’s learning about the past role of Succubi. The images of that moment, of that past, of what Succubi were in that time and what they are within the world Brenna now lives in really has stuck with me. I would love, if possible, to learn more about that past time and what the Succubi of that time were capable of… and the Goddess that they represent and that Goddess’ beliefs and religion that she bestowed upon her kin.

One question that started in the first book was why exactly Succubi were being targeted by others. We got a partial answer in the first book and the other shoe drops in this book. The resolution of this story was satisfying really, but there are still questions unanswered which need to be answered. It was good to see Brenna and her Succubi friends working together and coming together against this threat to Succubi and Brenna’s family. But, to me, if felt like the final resolution of this threat in the series hasn’t happened. There is something missing in the telling and that I think is very telling.

Speaking of Succubi, I was so very pleased to see more of them appear in this story. The different views they have, but the connections between them are wonderfully done and added much to my enjoyment of this story. It’s important to me that Succubi have families, loves, real ones, and a future. In this story that is very apparent.

What’s more interesting is that the role of the Succubi, how others see them, is a core part of this work as well. It’s a given that some would see them to be sex and nothing more, which is, honestly, a shame in the context these people appear. But the revelation of what their role is within the mythos, tradition, and celebrations of the clans… that was something wonderfully revealed.

Christmas looks like fun and any party with five Succubi in it is… interesting to put it mildly… And while it is fun, and sexy of course, it does reveal where Brenna’s family is, at least mentally, with respect to the world they live in.

This point brings about the core plot of the story and that’s Brenna’s place in her world. It’s not an easy thing for her to deal with, the demands that are being piled upon her, but it is telling that while some of her family is uncouth, ill advised, and just a little jealous in a lot of ways, there are personalities behind them and they aren’t simply cardboard cutouts used to push the story along.

Then you contrast that with those that know her, what she does for them, and she does quite a lot when she realizes a few facts about herself and who she is in this world. The story is one about relationships, but if someone hasn’t one with Brenna, then things are… difficult.

Getting to the relationships, I liked how Brenna and Rebecca continue to grow in their relationship. The secrets revealed about Rebecca, but also one major one about Succubi that changes all of their lives was magnificently done and it made me cry each time another Succubus was taught the gift.

Love is, after all, something that all beings should have. And it’s good to see that gift being given freely. I will admit though that the method of passing it on made me laugh when it first happened and just giggling each time it happened again.

I think that this gift changes a lot of things in this series for a lot, and I mean a lot of characters, Succubi or not. But then there is the question of those that are called Halfs in this world. As much as the gift for the Succubi is wonderful, the need for them remains and it does cause some strife between characters that, honestly, should know better about themselves and the ones they care about.

Brenna’s life with her love Collin… I would call him Brenna’s Eternal really, and for those that know the mythos that I am referred to… He is most definitely one. I found that his relationship with Brenna, and how they match was just beautiful and it brings so much hope to them and the series as a whole.

I do feel that, however, Brenna has changed, and I’m not quite sure I like how she’s changed. Let me be clear that I love her, a bunch, but there are moments when she does something and I have to stop reading and think to myself, no, I don’t quite see why she would say something like that, or do something like that. What possible point is there to her mentioning a topic that has nothing to do with what’s going on right that minute? But then you have to remember that she is, to a point, able to see into the future and then the questions really start coming… Or what she does leads to a point in the story that you didn’t expect and it makes a bit more sense then.

Overall, it is a story that is well told and well written, a nice companion piece to the first book in this series and I expect that many of the questions that are bugging me at the end of this story will be addressed in the next part of the series when it appears…

Another five out of five pitchforks but with one wish for the next book when it appears. Mebby a little less family politics please, and a lot more about the Goddess that all Succubi serve?

Wonderful story, lovely characters, and the Succubi are what I think of as the best kind of Succubi. They bring love, joy and passions to those that believe.

I do.

The next book in the series, Trust In Succubus will be released later in 2012 and I, and my page turning tail await that day anxiously…

 

Tera

Jun 29 2012

More Thoughtful Succubus Art by Zarono…

Some time ago on the Tale I shared a piece of Succubus art that I found by the artist Bryan Regan, also known as Zarono… You can find that first piece of art here on the Tale…

 

I recently found another work of his on etsy.com and once again I think that it is a stunning detailed and talented piece of Succubus art…

Succubus Demon Witch of the Wasteland Necronomicon Fragment by Zarono

Succubus Demon Witch of the Wasteland Necronomicon Fragment by Zarono

You can find the page on etsy.com where I found this art for sale here if you would like to purchase it from the artist himself…

I find the idea of a Succubus Witch interesting personally… I think that there is a story in that concept somewhere that I will have to do something with someday when my writing time and skills bring me to be able to do so again…

I don’t pretend to understand the significance of the designs in the art and would be interested to know them if anyone would care to comment here?

Now while she has no horns or tail, that isn’t really a problem as she could be a bit more witch than Succubus and so, well, they might be either hidden by magic or just not present in her body. Still, I quite like the design of her, the art is amazing as always, and the overall setting and feeling of the art is very much  “other worlds” which makes everything fit together perfectly…

I will be sharing a couple of other pieces of art that I found by Brian, all of which are, of course, Succubus related for the next two Fridays so please do see them!

 

Tera

Jun 28 2012

Succubi Image of the Week 235

Time once again for Morrigan Aensland to be the Succubi Image of the Week… And I think I have discovered what will turn out to be my all time most favourite work of her by far…

…if I only knew who the artist is…

Morrigan Aensland by Unknown Artist

Morrigan Aensland by Unknown Artist

I have no idea of who the artist is that created this work and if anyone has any idea of who did, could you please leave a comment here so that I can credit the artist correctly?

That said, I think this is one of the very few works of Morrigan that, to me, is a stunningly beautiful rendition of her… It’s dramatic, sexy, and alluring by far, but most of all it shows her as a powerful being in her own right and not, as a lot of works do, simply an object of desire…

I do wonder if there was a real life model used to pose for this work in a way, the pose, in how it is painted here, is quite dramatic and it’s unlike anything that I have seen Morrigan posed in before.

And that makes it, now, one of my most favourite works of this famous Succubus…

 

Tera

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