Nov 19 2010

Even a Succubus like Bo needs a Fae Day…

We got some excellent news this week about our dear Succubus Bo and the Lost Girl series. Showcase has given them a second season to play with and that is really good news. The one thing that is troubling to me however is that Lauren (Zoie Palmer) is not listed as being part of the next season so far in the press releases they have given us. While that does not mean she is not returning for the next season as yet, it is a troubling thing. The tension between Bo, Dyson and Lauren seems to be a core part of the series and really should continue…

But, we will see if that happens…

Episode nine of the Lost Girl TV series was this week. My fear of another reset didn’t happen thankfully, we found out quite a lot about the Fae and their world, but more importantly, we found out something about Trick that explains a lot, but doesn’t answer all of the questions it raising about him. An excellent episode that builds on Episode eight and leaves us looking for more…

As usual, I will be posting thoughts every Friday of the week after an episode of Lost Girl is shown. I will be adding the individual episodes to the SuccuWiki somewhat sooner than that, but won’t be adding my commentary to the articles as that is what the Tale is for….

Bo decides that the Fae world is getting her down and so she takes a…

Fae Day

The episode begins with Bo (Anna Silk) in her apartment practising her swordplay. This continues for a time and then, in the middle of a move, Bo finds herself almost thrusting her weapon through Kenzi (Ksenia Solo). Kenzi make light of this for a time, trying to make fun of the fact that Bo couldn’t save Lou Ann the episode before and that the information that she was looking for about her mother she couldn’t get. Kenzi then reveals that Trick had been leaving messages on her phone  that he would like Bo and Kenzi to appear at the Fae Bar. Reluctantly, Bo agrees to this and she and Kenzi leave the apartment, Bo noting that she needs a break from the Fae, and, she says, “their shit.”

However, arriving at the bar, Bo and Kenzi find that a huge party is going on and Fae, both Light and Dark, are there together. Kenzi comments looking at two Fae dancing with a large snake, “Cue the Fae and their shit.” The pair make their way through the crowds and meet with Trick (Richard Howland). Trick attempts to get Bo to talk to him about what happened with Lou Ann, but she declines and simply thanks him for what he did for her. He then welcomes them to the celebration which he calls La Shoshain. He explains that this day is the most sacred day of the year for Fae. The day is when Dark and Light Fae can get close to each other, it is also an excuse for partying, drinking, and the occasional moments of sex between the two sides. Kenzi makes a bit of fun about it calling it Fae Day which seems to take Trick aback a little bit, as he explains that the day is supposed to be spiritual in nature.

While this has been going on, a woman has been playing a harp in the background. She suddenly stops playing and then seems to go into a trance. Moments later, she stands up, lets out a long shriek which shocks everyone in the room and then snaps out of the trance before running away. Trick announces to all that the celebration is over in the next moment. Bo asks what happened and Trick tells her that the woman was a Banshee and that her shriek is predicting that someone in the bar is going to die shortly.

When we return from the main title sequence, Trick is sending everyone out of the bar except for anyone he says is part of the five families. He then explains that the Banshees only wail for the five Noble families, which consist of five old family names, five are Fae and five are Human. Dyson (Kris Holden-Ried) arrives then asking Trick if he has an idea how to find the Banshee. Trick says he does and vanishes while Dyson mentions that he hasn’t seen Bo for a while. Bo replies that she needed some space. Trick returns and give Dyson a card to the booking agent that he hired the Banshee from.

Dyson then explains that he needs Bo to help him get the information about who the wail was for because on La Shoshain, Far are not allowed to feed, fight, or use their gifts. Bo asks Dyson to say please, but instead he comments that she might have Noble blood in her and it would be good to know if she was the person that the Banshee wailed for. Trick in the meantime tries to get Kenzi to leave, she refuses, and storms out, obviously very agitated over everything that has happened so far. Dyson asks Bo to wait in the car for him and tries to talk to Trick about what’s going on.

Dyson finds Trick stuffing items into a cloth bag and asks him who’s they are. He explains that the things are owned by Lou Ann and that he intervened in her execution and saved her, putting her into hiding. Dyson is confused since Trick has never helped a Dark Fae before. He then reveals that Lou Ann was in fact Bo’s midwife. Dyson confronts him and asks how long they will continue to keep Bo in the dark about who her mother is. Trick replies as long as they can. After a comment that Dyson is doing well at it, to which he say he hates lying to Bo and Trick tells him that he shouldn’t have gotten personally involved, Dyson tells him that he should be more involved with Bo. Dyson then asks what they do when Aife (Or is it Eve? Assuming that this is Bo’s Mother they are talking about) shows up? Trick’s answer is a simple “When.'” Trick then sends Dyson on his way to find the Benshee.

The next scene finds Bo and Dyson in an office building going to the talent agency the Banshee came from. As they travel in an elevator, Dyson explains more of what La Shoshain is. The day commemorates the Blood King who sacrificed on this day for the Fae. Fae are not allowed to use their powers, feed on humans or have Fae on Fae violence occur. Dyson also explains that the events are shrouded in myth and legend and occurred well over a thousand years ago in the past. The only things that remain are the written laws and nothing else. Bo asks him to tell her some of the stories, but Dyson replies with some irritation that she should read a book.

They arrive in the talent agency and are told that the Banshee has vanished by the person working there. However a noise from another room reveals the Banshee and they take her aside to question her. While this goes on, Kenzi meets a Fae in the bar and they talk about making a Deal Pool on the people in the bar. We find out that the Benshee’s name is Siobhan (Sarah Power), but that the information they need can only be taken when she is unconscious. Bo uses a drink that is made with liver and forces it down her throat, using a funnel, making her go into a trance, her eyes turn white and an otherworldly voice tells them what they want to know. The Fae marked for death is named Shawn Kavanagh.

Meanwhile, Kenzi and her new Fae friend are playing a game and talking about various things. They talk about gambling, money and so on and seem to be getting along well. That is until Dyson and Bo arrive and announce the name of the one that the Banshee cried for. And that person turns out to be the person that Kenzi was getting to know, that being Shawn Kavanagh (Randal Edwards). She tries to get him to not take it so seriously and make a bucket list and get that done. Shawn tells her that there is only one thing that he regrets.

Bo in the meanwhile talks to Trick, trying to get more information on Benshees among other things. Bo sees that Trick is in a bad mood, but Trick replies that he has a lot on his mind. He then gives Bo an ancient scroll that was written by the Blood King in the past. She cannot read it and he also gives her a book which translates it into something she can understand. Bo leaves with the book in hand and runs into Kenzi and Shaun. Shaun explains that he would like to reconcile with his brother who is a Dark Fae while he is a Light one. Bo agrees to try and make that happen. His brother is named Liam and feeds on human greed and Shawn seems to know where Liam might be. Bo gets Dyson to agree to back her up on the search and they leave the bar.

We then find them entering an office which seems to be in the process of being taken away. In the middle of this, a man rants that everyone there is a crook and is taken away by security with Liam (Ben Lewis) taunting the man as he is taken away. Bo then attempts to get Liam to understand that his brother will die by the end of the day, to which he seems not to care for what Shawn did to him in the past.

Shawn in the meantime is driving Kenzi crazy by having the same song played over and over again in the bar among other, seemingly to her, lame things. She finally gets him to try something different and he tells her that he has never kissed a human to which Kenzi slaps him playfully. Bo then returns and tells Shawn about what his brother said about him. Shawn explains that just before a ceremony called The Gathering, which a Fae chooses the side of light or dark, he discovered that money was missing from the family business and told his father about it. They figured out that Liam must have taken the money and had him arrested. Upon getting out of jail, Liam joined the Dark Fae, the only one in their family to do so and the family disowned him. After explaining this, a chandler falls from the ceiling and almost kills Shawn. Bo tells him that she will make Liam understand. Following that, Kenzi takes Shawn out of the bar, steals a car with him, and keeps trying to get him out of his shell.

Dyson and Bo meanwhile stake out Liam’s office in Bo’s car. Bo tells him that she is sorry that this isn’t what he wanted to do for La Shoshain. Dyson tells her that there is no where else he would rather be. Bo laughs at that a bit. Dyson tells her that he is doing everything that he can to protect her and Bo tells him that she trusts him without reservations. The conversation fades away and Bo occupies herself with the book that Trick gave her.

Kenzi and Shawn arrive at the Kavanagh home. We learn that Shawn’s mother passed away recently and that only their Father remains. Their conversation is stiff and formal with little emotion being shared between the two. Shawn’s frustrations make him storm away from his father. Kenzi in the meantime has been looking at the papers on the table Shawn’s father had been looking at and comments that the person he is betting on will likely lose.

Bo and Dyson are still in the car waiting for Liam to appear, Bo comments from the book that the Blood King personally wrote all of the rules of Fae society, that French and German Fae soldiers put down their weapons on La Shoshain during World War I to celebrate it together. After getting a text from Kenzi that she and Shawn were going back to Bo’s apartment, Liam appears and Bo goes to talk to him. She uses her powers on him and discovers that Liam took out a hit on his brother using a Goblin to do the dirty work for him.

Kenzi and Shawn are back at the apartment eating and talking when the Goblin arrives and attacks the pair. Bo and Dyson arrive moments later and Dyson is attacked by the Goblin and is injured. Bo manages to slow him off, at least temporarily, until Dyson can use his gun to stop the Goblin finally. Bo then tells Shawn that his brother put the hit on him. Shawn is furious and disappears from the room. Dyson explains to Bo that Laim’s killing on La Shoshain is against the rules and that the Fae Elders will stop it. Moments later Kenzi tells Bo that she thinks that Shawn went to kill his brother.

Shawn goes to Liam’s office and using one of Bo’s crossbows, attempts to kill him. He fails with his first shot and the two of them argue with each other for a time until Bo, Kenzi and Dyson arrive. Bo stops the pair from fighting by declaring Agallamh. That being a rule that any Fae can force warring parties to have peace talks, and that must be obeyed on La Shoshain. The only thing is that Bo didn’t read all of the details in full. If the talks fail, then the caller of the talks forfeits their life as a sacrifice.

Bo then sees Trick about Agallamh, and he lectures her about using it and how sacred a ceremony it is. Bo pleads with him to tell her how to do it right and he agrees. Shawn and Liam are then seen at the Agallamh, Several rituals are then taken, including the scattering of what looks to be gunpowder on the floor and a sharing of a drink by the two brothers and Bo lighting the gunpowder setting it afire. Trick then tells Bo she needs to have someone chosen to kill her if the Agallamh fails, a person called a Claymore. Dyson takes that duty.

The two brothers tell of what happened in the past and argue over it. They fail to come to an agreement and Liam summons a Goblin to the scene. He then tells Bo that Dyson will kill her and the Goblin will kill his brother because the Agallamh has failed. Kenzi whispers something to Bo and then leaves. Bo gets a pause in the Agallamh and gains some time for Kenzi to return. Dyson takes Trick aside for a moment and tells him that Trick could save Bo. Trick just walks away.

Kenzi in the meanwhile races to get Liam and Shawn’s father and return him to the Agallamh. Trick is seen looking at a series of tools held in a pouch that we saw earlier in the series. Dyson arrives to tell him that it is time to continue, to which he says that he will be there shortly. Liam forces the Agallamh to continue. He calls for closure, gets one of the Fae to second it and Bo is forced to begin to close the ceremony. She stalls for time, talking in a roundabout way until Kenzi barges in with Shawn and Liam’s father in tow. He enters the Agallamh and is asked by Bo why he took the money. After a time he admits to doing so. In the end, Liam and Shawn reconcile, the father takes the blame, and they all agree to mend the fences between them. Kenzi and Shawn embrace happy that it it all over.

But it isn’t. Afterwards, Shawn, Liam, Kenzi, Bo and Dyson leave the Fae Bar and talk for a while around Shawn’s car. The investor that had been thrown out of Liam’s office tries to shoot him, but instead Shawn takes the bullet for him and dies in Kenzi’s arms.

The episode ends first in Bo’s apartment, Bo trying to comfort Kenzi for losing Shawn and the game that Shawn and Kenzi had been playing sitting in front of them on a table. We leave them behind as we look in on Dyson and Trick at the Fae Bar. Dyson is proud of Bo not crumbling in the face of death, Trick asks if he would have killed her. Dyson asks if he would have used his blood to save her. Dyson tries to convince Trick that Bo is strong and deserves to know more. Trick says he is not ready for that. Dyson insists that Bo is and that Trick needs to believe in her and that she will amount to something. Trick says that for her sake he hopes not. He comments that persons that rise to prominence bring pain upon themselves. Dyson raises a glass to Trick and says, “I know. To the Blood King and all that you have sacrificed.” Trick looked embarrassed and replies, “Please don’t ever call me that.” The last image of the episode is Trick and Dyson sharing a drink without another word being spoken.

Fade to black…

Holy smoke… They actually told us what, or rather, who Trick is. So we now know that he is the Blood King of the Fae. Thing is that we actually do not really know all that much about what that means other than to know that the Blood King made the rules that all Fae, Light or Dark, live under. The obvious question that needs to be asked next is, why did he give up that position? Moreover, the bigger question is, what kind of Fae is he?

We also got two pieces of information on Bo, one is that, yes, Lou Ann is most definitely the Mid-wife of Bo and that she is still alive somewhere. The other is that Bo’s mother is named Aife, according to the closed captioning of the episode, or is it Eve which os what it sounded like to me. This fills in two important gaps in Bo’s past that we needed to know.

I was rather pleased that Dyson actually told Bo that he was looking out for her and that she told him that she trusted him no matter what. That marks a huge step in the relationship between them that was needed after last week’s episode. Bo showed more heart, intelligence and action this episode than we have seen in some time. She acted instead of reacting to what was happening and that is a better place for her to be.

Kenzi, oh Kenzi, this was a heart breaking episode for her, she was having some happiness in her life for a time and then, when it looked as if she would have it for certain, the fates took it away. She was played as a strong character with a goal and that goal was to save Shawn. I don’t think this will break Kenzi, but I am expecting her to become more attached to Bo, Hale and Dyson, as she will not want to lose her “family.”

I was thrilled by the background we gained in Fae society, myths and stories, and most of all, the formality of the Agallamh ceremony which was just excellently portrayed to us. It was played as it should have been, a sober thing with rules and actions that mattered to all of the Fae. In contrast to that, La Shoshain was a celebration of the Blood King with all of the merriment that it should have.

Overall, this is the one singular episode that I think sets the future of the series well. It gives us more questions of course, but some that have been with us from the beginning of the story have been answered and that makes for a more interesting and involved story to follow.

My congratulations to the cast and crew for giving us an episode that builds on the past and opens the door to the future…

My rating of Fae Day

Keeping my interest – 5 Pitchforks

Portrayal of a Succubus – 5 Pitchforks

Overall look and feel – 5 Pitchforks

Storyline – 4 Pitchforks

Main Characters – 5 Pitchforks

Mythos – 5 Pitchforks

Overall Rating – 4.8 Pitchforks out of 5

A new all time high for the series. This is what the series should have been from the beginning. Story lines and ideas that take hold of you and you want to soak up every little bit of it. Lots of Fae mythos shared, secrets hinted at and revealed in some cases. And, most of all, not a reset after the previous episode which made me happy. Another reason why the series deserved a second season and got one this past week.

This Sunday, Episode Ten: While investigating a baffling sex-related murder case, Bo comes into contact with Saskia, a strong, sensuous Succubus who has much to teach her.

At last we see another Succubus in the series. I am expecting her to be evil and a Dark Fae, because, of course, all Succubi have to be evil don’t they? Actually, I hope not, but from the previews this week I hold out little hope that it will be a bit of stereotypical Succubus appearing. What is interesting to me is this Succubus’ name, Saskia… That means protector of mankind… Odd name for a Succubus unless that is actually true…

I can hope.


Nov 18 2010

Succubi Image of the Week 151

For this week’s Succubi, I am going to share a small, and that’s a shame, line artwork of a Succubus… The thing is that I am sure that I have seen this work before, and I think I know the artist, but I can’t confirm anything…

And as usual, that is driving me a little nutty…

Clicking on the image will not give you a larger version of this yummy Succubus and for that I am sorry. If there was a larger one to share I’d share it with you all, but, there isn’t one that I can find…

I love the little kiss that she is blowing into the air, it’s just a neat little added touch in this work, but that’s not the really perfect thing about it. No, what makes this work for me is all of the little details you can see. Her pitchfork, the sinuous tail, her horns and, of course, the latex-life clothing and thigh-high boots she is wearing..

Just a lovely Succubus being sexy and tempting like all Succubi should be…

If anyone has a link to a larger image or an idea of who drew this, please leave a comment!


Nov 17 2010

A Pixie Succubus Costume is a mistake…

This week I am going to share one of those costumes… You know… The ones that my tail and horns twitch over because I cannot understand where the idea came from nor can I see why this is a good idea…


I mean honestly, what was the source of this concept?

Anyway, this costume is called the Devil Pixie Costume and comes with the pair of red devil horns, the one piece dress, a pair of red wings that are made of one large piece of plastic, which attach to the rear of the dress. You also getg a chocker of the same material as the dress and a pair of fingerless arm sleeves to complete this outfit.

The stockings and shoes are not part of the dress and must be purchased separately.

Now I have a lot of problems with this costume. I’ll put one caveat here before I rant a bit on this costume and that is it’s good for dealing with the young trick or treaters that come to your door.

It’s not too sexy really and you aren’t likely to have parents mumbling when they see you, which, depending on your personal views might be a good thing really…

Setting that one point aside, the overall look of this  seems to be too cheap for my liking really, the ragged edges on the dress I do not like, the collar is wrong, and the armlets are an extra touch that really doesn’t do a lot for the overall appearance of this.

The wings might be something useful with another dress, but otherwise they really don’t add a lot here to be honest. This just seems to be a tame, safe costume for those that can’t be really Succubi-like for Halloween…

Which is a shame.

This costume can be found on the internet for about $35 US, which is not an excessive price for this costume and in a pinch for something to wear to a kids Halloween party I might, might mind you, actually wear it…

But I won’t be too thrilled by it I promise you.

I’m giving this one pitchfork out of five. It gets the one pitchfork for the only time it would be something to wear, and that is something very rare.


Nov 16 2010

Temptations 86

Revealing oneself to others means that you have the trust to know that they will be fair to you. The Queen of the Succubi hopes for that always…


Temptations 86

By TeraS and JHB

He caught his breath, and tried for a moment to appear non-plussed.

“You call me a flatterer, yet your words are quite charming and . . .”

Oh, forget being non-plussed!!  He was shocked, and could not lie about it.  This was the Queen of the Succubi, a creature he could scarcely have imagined moments ago!!

He bowed down, aslow as he could.  What does one do in the presence of a Queen.

“Your Majesty.  Yet this does confirm my theory, for you seem much more enigmatic, even inscrutable, than evil.”

Tera looked bemused for a moment as her tail swisched behind her, then she said with a giggle in her voice, “Congratulations… You are the one-billionth person to do that… Now stand up darn it all… I am the Queen but I will be darned if people will do that all the time in my presence…”

Her hands were warm to the touch as she helped him to stand up again. Then she said, “I’m not like other Royalty my dear… All of that formality only serves to put up a barrier between whom we are and what the role says we must be… I have never enjoyed sitting on a throne and waving a hand in demand of something…”

Once he was standing again she reached her left hand to his nose and touched it with one slim finger as she said, “Being the Queen does not mean that you cannot be yourself… It’s better to act as you are than to hide behind the position that word gives… In fact, I do not allow others to call me Queen… I am Tera first. I am me first. All else is second to that…”


Almost words to live by aren’t they?


Nov 15 2010

Storm Clouds 99 – 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...

Chapter 15/16 edits this week and Tom gets an inkling of what Camilla can do if she puts her mind to it…


Storm Clouds 99

Chapter 14

By TeraS

After Camilla left, Tom spent the next thirty minutes grilling Bill over what he had done, what he was doing, and whether anyone in his company might have taken it upon themselves to attack Brent and his wife. He came to the conclusion that, while Bill wasn’t directly involved in what happened, Tom could not dismiss the possibility that someone who worked for Bill had done the deed … or that Bill was hiding something from him.

That bothered him.

It wasn’t that he didn’t believe what Bill had said; it was the sheer stupidity of Bill blowing up and going off on a tirade over the injustice that he perceived had been done to him.

Tom didn’t enjoy pushing his old friend that way. Worse was trying to break all of his explanations and reasons why he wasn’t responsible for what had happened. Most of the reasons made sense—most of them—but one exchange just about pushed Bill over the edge, and that worried him.

Tom sighed and paced in front of the offices again.  He was sure that the workers inside were looking at him oddly, but he didn’t care: Bill was not quite cleared; that one piece of evidence would damn him in court if it came to that.

Tom hoped that it wouldn’t.

It wasn’t much evidence, but it was enough that fingers could be pointed, witnesses found, and, in the end, Bill could be sent to jail for a long time. But when you are seen threatening someone with death, and promising to harm his family … that is too much to ignore.

Bill had explained that he was madder than hell. That something had snapped inside of him when Brent was nearby. “Something ’bout that guy rubs me the wrong way. He’s just so damn smug, knows all of the secrets, stuff that you don’t want out. I dunno how he does it, but he knows where to be and what to look for. Damn frustratin’. He’d be a great spy. Wonder if he is one.”

Tom continued to pace around for a while. He didn’t know where Camilla had gone; he assumed she would return to the office when she was done talking to Billy. He assumed that she would, at least. She seemed like a responsible woman, if a bit irritating. It hit him, then, why Bill would be driven crazy by Brent.

Tom wondered if that was part of those people’s nature.

He watched Bill’s staff run their errands in and out of the office, most of them ignoring his pacing as he waited for Camilla to return. In his mind, Tom was putting together the questions that needed to be put to Bill next. He was, after all, and by his own admission, someone Tom needed to grill for information.

Coming to the end of one of his walks down the corridor, he turned without looking and walked head-on into someone: a short, blonde, Asian someone. She stood in front of him, a pile of files and papers surrounding her scattered on the floor. For a moment, her dark brown eyes regarded him, and then a flush of embarrassment passed over her and she knelt to the floor, beginning to gather what she had dropped moments before.

Tom knelt with her: “I’m sorry, please, let me help you.”

She didn’t reply, save for a slight nod, her focus for the moment on the mess around her rather than Tom beside her.

After a few minutes, Tom handed her the last file and, as she finally looked at him again, said, “I’m Tom.”

The blush was still there as she replied, “Tenshi. Please forgive my clumsiness.”

“It was my fault; should have been paying attention instead of being a hazard to women.”

That made her smile just slightly, “I … thank you for the help.”

“You’re welcome. Have you been with Bill long?”

Clutching the files to her chest as she stood she managed, “A year now. Please excuse me. I must attend to my duties …”

She then rushed off again on whatever errand she was on, leaving Tom standing there alone again, pondering what she had said to him, and, more importantly, why she was so shook up over what had happened.

Camilla came into view soon after, her heels clicking on the concrete floor of the warehouse. Tom noticed that Billy wasn’t there, and he wasn’t too pleased about that. He had been intending to grill Billy next, thanks to his father’s admission, but would now have to hunt him down and corner him. Filing away the thoughts on his old friend, he called out to Camilla, “Where’s Billy? Have to talk to him.”

“No, you don’t. He’s not to blame for this: he nor his father.”

Tom rubbed his chin a moment, then said, “You got a feeling or something?”

She looked around, then nodded and explained, “Let’s just say that my … ‘feelings’ … are pretty accurate.”

Turning away, he replied, “You’ll have to explain that to me sometime. Soon would be great. You know, before I have to toss them both in jail.”

Camilla looked at him curiously, then followed behind. Tom seemed to be in a rush to get out of the warehouse, and she found herself running a bit to keep up with him. Then she asked, “Do you have something to charge them with?”

“Enough to charge Bill: making threats. He was foolish in front of a lot of people. That’s a big no-no in things like this.”

“Passions of the heart can make us all say silly things we don’t mean at the moment they are said.”

“Passions can and have killed in the past, you know.”

Camilla had finally caught up to him, and, as she walked beside, started to lecture Tom a bit, “Those are not passions. Those are misguided beliefs and desires that pull one away from what is important, pull one inward, toward oneself. It is easier to fall to darker desires and temptations than it is to hold onto the more important things within.”

“You know, I don’t understand all of that stuff. I’m just a simple man. I haven’t got the time to deal with theories and wishes. I deal with facts. Give me some of those and I’ll be able to deal with ‘em.”

“All right, then.  Fact: Bill said that he would never harm a lady. Fact: you agree that he would not either. Therefore, he cannot be the one to have done the deed nor order it done.”

“Okay; see, that’s not a fact.  That is conjecture.”

“Is it? I don’t think so. I have …”

“A feeling? You said that before. What does that mean?”

The pair exited the warehouse, but Camilla did not speak until she was quite sure that no one else would hear them talk.

“I … We … know people by their souls, Thomas. When I touched your hand, I knew that you were a good man. I also knew that you have a troubled past and that you have lost someone close to you.”

Tom’s look was a mix of shock and concern, but, before he could say anything, she continued:  “I did not look deeply into you. I did not look into your memories; I could have, but, because I respect you, and you did not give me permission, I did not. All I knew was that you cared about what happened to Patricia, for whatever reason you had, and so …”

“And so that was your lure to get me involved in this …”

“You did not have to.”

He stopped walking: “You know, I feel like I was pushed into this. That you and Tera conspired to get me involved and make me stay in it.”

“No. We did not. I gave you the card. I gave you the chance to walk away.  You decided that you needed to find out more and you came into our world. Do not confuse the sight of an open door with walking through it. You had the choice. You made it.”

Tom wanted to rant at her, but her logic was sound. He did poke his nose in, and he was deep in it now. With a sigh, he asked, “How much do you know about Bill and his son?”

“Enough to know that Bill has not killed anyone, ever. I can say the same for Billy, as well.”

“Okay, explain that … in simple words so that my mind doesn’t break.”

Camilla laced her hands together and explained, “If you are dark, or have been touched by the dark, if you have killed or done something that serves the dark and makes it gain power, you are marked, in your soul. If I touch someone like that, I’ll know. The same is true of someone who has been touched by the light, but it is different.”

“Weird. Sort of sounds like you are a divining rod.”

She giggled a bit and pointed at her forehead: “Divine I am not. Or at least I do not appear to be.”

Tom couldn’t help the smile, “Right. I forgot about that.’

“What most people are, generally, are shades of grey. That’s normal, and what we expect. But there are always exceptions to that rule. If either of them had killed, they would not be grey; they would be dark. I don’t sense that in either of them.”

“So, you give them a pass?”

“I give them more than a pass: there is nothing in them that even hints they are involved. But …”

“But what?”

“I asked Billy for a favor.”

That stopped Tom in his tracks. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he asked, “What kind of favor?”

“I can’t say.”

“Oh come on. He’s a suspect in spite of your feelings about him.  You can’t just go and trust someone because …”

“I can and I did. In the end I gave him some comfort and, in response to that, he agreed to do something for me. He will. He’s as honourable as his father.”

“Did you tell him anything more than what Bill knows?”

“No. We did talk about his mother a while. He misses her. He does not want to lose his father as well.”

Tom stared off into space for a time before ending the conversation with, “We don’t have the evidence to clear Bill. Right now, he’s the only suspect we’ve got.”

“Then we should find more.”

Tom smiled again, “Right. Look Camilla, I know that you … work … differently then we do. I get that. But you have to see that we have rules and laws here and I have to enforce them. That means that without a piece of paper, a videotape, a confession … hell, anything at all that points me away from Bill, I’m going to arrest him real soon.”

“You will be wrong then.”

“I’ll have to live with that.”

“You will not be able to. I can see that.”

“I know. But that’s part of the job. Sometimes, I think that I sold my soul for the job.”

With that confession, Tom whistled for a cab. It didn’t take long for one to pull up to the curb. He opened the door and let her go in first. As she did so, Camilla told him, with a serious tone in her voice, “You cannot sell that which is held by another, Thomas.”

He climbed into the cab, gave their destination and, as the taxi drove them away, Tom’s memories came back to haunt him again … as they always did.

As they departed, Billy watched from one of the windows in the upper floor of the warehouse. He liked Camilla, liked her a lot. After they had left, he stood there by the window, watching the traffic pass by, and thought about what Camilla had asked him to do. He didn’t know why exactly he had agreed to it, maybe it was just wanting to do something when, so far, there was nothing he could do for his father.

With a sigh he rummaged in his pockets until he found his phone, opened it, and made a call.

“It’s me. Yah. No, no they didn’t arrest Dad. I … trust them. Have to trust someone, don’t I? Anyway, I need somethin’ done … today.”

Billy turned away from the window and walked off into the gloom around him, doing what he hoped would help his father in the end …

Storm Clouds

Chapter 15

By TeraS

Jane awoke to hissing. For a moment, she thought it was a snake or something similar; she startled and tried to move, but then heard a voice.

“No, don’t move. Just lay there a minute, whoever you are.”

It took another moment for her memories to come rushing back to her; then she recognized the voice. It was John, that guy that she had talked to before … before everything went black. From the sound of his voice, Jane assumed that she didn’t look like that girl who was on his mind when she first met him.

In the next moment, she tried to move her hands towards her face and the source of that hissing sound, which she now realized was an oxygen mask. A firm hand pushed her hands back down, and she opened her eyes to see John standing above her:  “Look. Just stay there and don’t move.”

He looked around for a moment and then, to Jane’s surprise, flicked one of her horns with a finger, the “thunk” of that echoing in her mind for a moment. Jane started to panic; if someone could see her horns … His next words to her didn’t help a lot, either.

“I know you’re not who you look like. I called Jenni. She’s at her office. You aren’t her. You look like her, but you aren’t her. Now, listen carefully to me: if you try to run, people will see you. Jenni is on her way down here right now. If someone sees you, there will be questions that you probably don’t want to answer. Besides, you have smoke inhalation, you’re weak, and you aren’t going to get very far. Now, nod if you understand me.”

Jane did so.

“Okay. You’re in the back seat of my car. You have an oxygen mask on, and you are under a blanket so no one can see you right now. Just stay there and I’ll get you out of here, all right?”

Another nod, then Jane closed her eyes again.

The next time she opened them, the oxygen mask was gone, but the blanket was still there, and she was still moving. Sitting up gingerly, she held her head in her hands while she managed a question: “Where am I?”

“Still in my car; I’m trying to decide what to do with you.”

Jane then looked up and found herself looking at … Jenni; with horns … green horns. The only thing she managed was a soft, “Damn” before she fell back into the seat with a thud.

“So tell me: What’s your name, anyway? You know mine already, so I’ll skip the introduction.”

“I’m Jane.”

“Jane … Jenni … I can see how I could be confused. No, wait, you were Jenni when we first met. Now, you are Jenni with horns.” He looked in the mirror at her, “So. Are they real? The horns, I mean. And is that what you look like or is it all makeup or something?”

Jane’s first instinct was to lie and tell him that was all it was. But then she recognized the problem with that lie: he’d ask to see the horns come off or the makeup be pulled away. Then another thing came to her: she had been out cold for a while. He could have checked and seen that it was all real. Lying to him would be a mistake.

So she said the only thing she could say at that moment: “You’d never believe me even if I tried to explain it to you.” Gaining a little bit of confidence, she added, “So. What are you going to do, then; police or something?”

John smiled thinly, replying with a flat, “Or something,” as he continued to drive, leaving them both with their own thoughts …

Jane’s were spinning around one thing:  it would be disastrous if beings like her, the ones that were thought of as being legends, were discovered to be quite real. Her next thought was that Tera was going to kill her … or, even worse, be disappointed in her, and that thought was much worse than the first one she’d found. But the one that she held onto was: how she could get out of this mess she found herself in?

She looked out the window of the car and watched the city passing by.  She didn’t say anything else for the moment, in part because she wasn’t sure that John wouldn’t hurt her, but mainly because she needed to get focused again and try to make herself not look like Jenni any longer.

John’s thoughts, on the other hand, were slightly more focused. He wanted to know exactly what the hell was going on. The shock he felt when he touched those … horns? … on Jenni’s … no, Jane’s … head told him that something was seriously wrong here.  He didn’t believe in legends or tales of the beyond.  No, what he believed in was logic and proof. Thing was that here he had proof that there were–and even now he found this impossible to believe–demons in his world. That still didn’t sit right with him.

Then he made a decision and turned the car to follow it. He needed a doctor:  someone to tell him if Jane really was what she seemed to be or if it was just a fluke or some cosmetic surgery or something like that.  He found himself liking that possibility, as that idea would fit into his world a hell of a lot better than the other one, which kept prodding him as being the truth.  Looking once more in the mirror, he said, “Better put your seatbelt on. You’re going to be there for a while.” John made a hard right and continued to drive, occasionally looking in the mirror at Jane.

Jane did so, not so much out of caution, but to try and lull him into what she hoped would be a false sense of security. The pair didn’t say another word to each other for the rest of the drive, but Jane was curious about where they were going and what John was planning.

Their destination was clear when he made a left and drove down a ramp into an underground garage. They dropped down four floors and then came to a stop in front of a garage door.  John pressed a button on an intercom and just said his name to it. The door rolled up, they entered, and Jane looked behind to see the door close again.

After parking in one of several spaces there, John helped Jane out of the car.  “Don’t try to run. You can’t get out, and there are cameras watching us. Just stay calm, all right?”

Jane didn’t feel calm, but she nodded her head in understanding when he took a hold of her arm and guided her away from the car.

Two sets of double doors, one short elevator ride, and Jane found herself in an examination room. After she was offered a chair there, John left the room and Jane heard the door lock behind him as he left.

Jane tried to figure out a way to escape before he came back, but there were no windows, no exits but the one they had come through. She tried to teleport from the room … but nothing happened.

With a sigh she walked over to a small mirror that hung on one wall and looked herself over. The horns she recognized as her own, but everything else wasn’t her. She found herself missing the familiar eyes, face, and body that she had known for centuries … and wondering if she would ever see them again.

John hadn’t returned, and she found herself trying to figure out what trap she had sprung back in that house. It was a magic trap, obviously, a powerful one if it had locked her into this form and taken away her powers … She couldn’t change her appearance, couldn’t teleport, couldn’t cast a spell or use her powers of seduction …

Or could she? Running a finger over her lips, she considered whether or not she should try to seduce John, try to confuse him long enough to make her escape. It seemed like an option.

Then the door opened, and John walked in with someone else …

“Well there she is, Doc. What do you think?”

Jane turned to see John standing there with another man, who was obviously “Doc.” This older man with thick glasses and a gruff voice answered, “Well, she’s alive, John; something I don’t see a lot of anymore.” Then he walked over to her, looked her over for a minute, and then said, “So, you want to tell us who you are and why you look like someone he knows? Oh, and, if you want, tell us how it is that you have horns on your head?”

Jane shrugged, “He knows my name.”

Doc nodded, “Right. Jane. You have a last name?”

She shrugged again, “Call me Jane Doe.” She paused and then, remembering the description of the person whom Camilla had met when claiming Patricia, bit her lip. For a moment, she considered thanking him for looking after her sister, but decided that would be too much information to give them. Then she said, “You’ve seen enough of us, haven’t you?”

Doc pulled back a bit from that comment and softened his approach slightly: “Look, just because I work in a morgue doesn’t mean that I’m not a doctor, okay?”

She rubbed her hands together a moment and then said, “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”

Doc then turned around and pushed John out the door. Then he tossed a gown to her. “Get dressed in that. I’ll have a nurse in here to examine you in a few minutes.”

Jane watched him leave, watched the door close, and heard it lock again, and then she smiled.

Outside the room, Doc and John waited patiently for a nurse to arrive to actually perform the physical. Regulations were that such things had to be done by a woman–for various legal reasons nether of them cared to try to figure out. It was a lot less stress to just do it and avoid the investigations, should they come.

The sound of footsteps on tile made them both look to see a redhead in a nurse’s uniform come around the corner. Doc nodded at her, “Good day, Patti. Sorry to keep you here at work, but I need you to do something for me.”

She gave a nod, “Sure, Doc. What’s going on?”

He pointed a finger in the direction of the room that Jane was in, “Do a physical on the woman in there, please. Her name’s Jane Doe.”

She looked at Doc oddly, but nodded and walked away from the pair, who turned to the other side of the corridor and entered Doc’s office. Doc opened a drawer of one of the filing cabinets and pulled out a bottle of whisky. When he offered it to John, the reply was a shake of his head.

Doc, nonetheless, opened the bottle and poured some into a coffee cup, “So, you got a mystery, don’t you? She tell you anything yet? I mean, other than a name that can’t possibly be her name?”

“Nothing much. I mean, she looks like Jenni, but it’s not her. I know that for certain, because Jenni is at headquarters. Otherwise, I don’t have a damn clue what is going on here, Doc.”

There were two quick knocks, and Doc didn’t even look up as a muffled voice came through the door, “All ready for you, Doctor; report is in your inbox, the door is locked, and she’s safe there. If you don’t need me, I’m running late and want to take off.”

Doc called out, “Go home, Patti. Thanks.”

They both heard the sound of her walking away. Doc finished his drink, and then the two of them left the office, Doc grabbing the report as he led the way. Opening the folder, he mumbled to himself about height, weight, and other various things. Then John asked, “What about the horns?”

Doc stopped in mid-stride, “There’s nothing here about horns.” He looked at the edge of the folder, cursed, and ran down the hallway.

They opened the door to the examining room to find Jane lying on the table, a sheet over her body, face turned towards the wall. Doc walked over and touched her on the shoulder. She rolled back towards them …

… and it wasn’t Jane.

It was Patti, a blessed-out expression on her face as she sighed, softly…

Doc took hold of her shoulders, shook her and yelled, “What happened, Patti?”

What happened was Jane.

As Doc and John realized that she was gone, Jane was exiting the building wearing Patti’s nursing uniform. Quickly walking to the curb, she hailed a cab and drove away, a satisfied smile on her lips as she recalled what had happened with the nurse moments before …

Storm Clouds

Chapter 16

By TeraS

The taxi carrying Tom and Camilla pulled up to a small newspaper stand on the corner of Broadway and Lakeshore Boulevard. From the outside, it didn’t look remarkable in any real way. The sides of it were old sheets of plywood nailed together ages ago, hooks and shelves holding various magazines and newspapers attempting to get the attention of the passersby, that they might have a look and see what was offered.

The pair got out of the cab and it left, leaving them looking at the person who was running the stand.  A frail looking man sat on a milk crate surrounded by his wares, a pair of dark glasses over his eyes and a white cane in his right hand, a working man’s pair of jeans and a sweater keeping him warm in the breeze around the place. Camilla asked Tom, “This is a suspect?”

Tom nodded and mumbled, “Sort of,” then just walked over to the stand. Without saying a word, he reached out a hand towards one of the more adult magazines that sat on a shelf just behind the proprietor. His fingers were about to touch the pages when a gruff voice barked, “Listen buddy, you pay and then you play with yourself. Not the other way around.”

Tom chuckled, “Not my style, Charlie. So, where’s your wife?”

“Well, I’ll be darned; the fuzz himself. You haven’t been around here in years, cop.”

“You’ve managed to keep your nose clean, so I haven’t had a reason to bust you. Now your wife, on the other hand … what has she been up to? Anything that I should know about?”

Charlie pointed a thumb to the building behind him, “Not my business and you know it. She’s got her thing, I got mine. If you want to know, go ask her. And leave the magazine here or pay for it.”

Tom dug into a pocket, pulled out a twenty, and put it into Charlie’s hand, “Still don’t know why you stay with her.”

“Love makes you do stupid things, kid. Now git!  You standing here is messing with my business.”

Tom tucked the magazine under an arm and then motioned to Camilla to follow him. They approached a tall glass and steel skyscraper with a nameplate that read “TFX Incorporated” above the main doors. Camilla didn’t say anything to Tom until they were in the elevator, but then the questions started …

“What’s going on, Thomas?”

“Welcome to TFX Incorporated, the country’s biggest purveyor of porn magazines, videos, and toys of all descriptions, with a side business of laundering money for the mob–at least they did in the past. I haven’t heard anything illegal about them for about three years now.  They got their fingers burned back then; the CEO paid a huge fine and then was pushed out of the company in favour of his wife.”

“Who is that?”

“You just met him: Charlie Drake. Took a lot out of the guy and he cut himself loose from the company to keep out of jail. Plea bargains and so on.”

“Is he really blind?”

“Nope. I’m sure he was trying to look up your skirt while we were talking. He’s not a bad guy, really; circumstances took him down this road and so, now, the place is run by his wife.” Tom looked at his watch, “About now she’ll know we’re coming up to see her.”

“What’s she like?”

Tom answered by handing Camilla the magazine with the words, “That’s her on the cover. She’s got an exhibitionist streak in her a mile wide.”

Camilla looked at the magazine in amazement. On the cover was a platinum blonde Barbie doll of a woman who looked as if she had been dipped in black liquid latex and then allowed to dry. For a moment, Camilla tried to remember if any of her Sisters looked like this, but she drew a blank. Then she realized that not even a pink tail would be that over-the-top in her appearance for whatever reason there was.

They did, after all, have a reputation.

Then there was the sound of a bell, and the doors opened to reveal the company lobby. To one side, a young blonde girl in pigtails sat at a clear plastic desk that revealed she was wearing a schoolgirl’s outfit, if over-sexualized. She was chewing bubblegum to complete the look. To the other side of the space stood eleven men in three-piece suits, holding briefcases and cell phones, their eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses. And, in the middle of the room, only a few short steps away from Camilla and Tom, the woman from the magazine stood.

She had traded in her black latex come-fuck-me look for her hair in a bun, a red, woman’s business suit–if well-open at the front to display her chest quite clearly–and a miniskirt that stopped only a finger’s width below outrageous, paired with cruel-looking red heels.

Tom looked over his shoulder at Camilla, “Say hello to Ginger.”

Camilla couldn’t help the words that came out as the elevator doors closed behind them: “If that’s Ginger, I don’t want to meet Mary Ann, thank you.”

Tom gave a slight nod to the blonde behind the desk and a grunt, “That’s Mary Ann.”

Camilla rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything else.

Ginger closed the distance between them and then with a cruel smirk on her lips purred, “Hello Dick, are you here to put me in cuffs or are you looking for a hot three-way with your doll?”

Tom could almost feel the burn coming from Camilla at those words, but continued on, “Sorry slut, business is business and I can’t afford the ticket to ride.”

“Well I could give you a freebie, I like the babe wit h you… She must be a lot of fun when you get her screaming…”

Tom just smiled, “You have no idea Ginger. Now, you want to call off your dogs and we all can have a nice chat in your office?”

She shock her head, “Nuh-uh Dick. The boys tell me that I need them there to make you you don’t weasel stuff out of me.”

Tom was about to press her a little harder when Camilla moved in front of him, “Oh come on Ginger honey… If you are nice to us, you might get something from me in return…” Then she reached out a hand to stroke it against Ginger’s right forearm.

Ginger’s eyes fluttered and then she purred, “mmm… Like what?”

Camilla moved closer, one hand now against the small of Ginger’s back as she purred back, “Your pussy is all wet and needy right now isn’t that right slut? You would love me to be on my knees licking your twat and making you cum so hard wouldn’t you?”

Ginger shivered as she caught her breath, “You… you make me cum and then the Dick can ask his questions…. n…not before…”

A lick over Ginger’s right earlobe, “Call off your boys slut and I’ll have you cumming for hours…” At the same time, Camilla shifted a hand to slip under Ginger’s skirt, her fingertips drawing against her bare, panty-less pussy. For the barest instant as Camilla’s fingers slipped inside, Ginger’s eyes turned completely white and she spoke in an unsteady voice, “Fuck off boys. Don’t need you.”

The assembled men looked as if they weren’t going to leave for a moment, and then approached Ginger, Camilla and Tom. Tom was reaching into his jacket for his gun when he heard Camilla’s voice change…

That’s a good idea. You all need to do what she told you.

Then, the group of lawyers turned away stiffly before walking away into the depths of the office. Camilla then looked at Mary Ann and purred, “Mary Ann sweetie… You stay right there and finger yourself until we return… and if anyone wants Ginger you will not let them see her…

Camilla then told Ginger, “Now my hot wet slut, take us all to your office.

Tom followed the two women past the reception area, down a long hallway to a pair of doors that, when opened, didn’t reveal so much an executive office as a private sex room. Once inside, he closed the door and then leaned against them.

Camilla guided Ginger to a leather chair next to the door, making her sit in it before straddling her legs and trapping Ginger beneath her.

He was about to ask Camilla what was going on when she put a finger to her lips to keep him quiet, then returned her attention to Ginger, “Are there camera in here slut? Is there anyway that anyone can see what is going on?

The answer was a long whine of no.

Then, to Tom’s surprise, Camilla’s horns and tail appeared as her clothing turned to the latex like material it was at her home. She gave Tom a wink and then cupped Ginger’s chin with one hand before putting a finger over Ginger’s lips, “You are a horny little slut. So wet and needy that your pussy aches for release…. All of those thoughts in your silly little mind are draining away slut… You can’t help it because you are a weak little slut that needs someone to tell her what to do…

Ginger’s moans became louder as the smell of arousal began to fill the air. She started to pant in need and the occasion mewl of need and desire escaped her lips before Camilla pressed her lips against Ginger’s tightly, her hands now entwined into her hair.

Tom watched almost mesmerized as Ginger’s body shook and shivered underneath Camila and then, to Tom’s shock, Camilla’s body shimmered and seemed to melt for an instant. In the next moment, there were two Gingers there in front of him, one of them in the latex suit from the magazine he had given Camilla, but with the same horns and tail he had seen Camilla with earlier.

The other Ginger, no longer in the business suit, but nude, wearing a green metal collar around her neck and nothing more. But what was truly unsettling was the white eyes that stared almost lifelessly up and the little whispers of, “I Obey” that came out in a needy voice. The latex Ginger turned to Tom and said with Ginger’s voice in a purr, “Sometimes sex is the best weapon, isn’t that right Dick?”

Nov 14 2010

The 2010 Succubi Realm Flash Challenge Part I

The 2010 Succubi Realm Flash Challenge happened earlier this year… October to be exact.

The concept of the challenge was to write a story based on the idea of there is a support group for people who have met Succubi and then returned to their regular lives. They share the stories of those meetings. Since Halloween is approaching. legend has it their Succubi will return. Some are thrilled and anxious, some are terrified.

There were two lovely entries that were shared on The Realm, the Forum of For this Sunday and next Sunday, I am going to share both of them to the readers of the Tale as I think they both should be recognized for their wonderfulness…

The first work I am going to share is by James, my dear heart and Poet Laureate of the Realm… While he continues not to believe that he deserves that title, I do know, and always will know that his words mean the world to me in whatever form he places them in…




When I started the fire,
I had no idea what the night would bring.

When I sat in the big chair,
I was only planning to warm myself,
but the doorbell disrupted my cocooning.

When I made myself stand up,
I was more than a little bit annoyed,
but the rain was too hard, the wind was too cold
and I shuffled my weary bones to the front door.

When I turned on the porch light,
I saw a young blonde, wet and shivering,
but still glowing with some sort of inner light,
and I didn’t think before inviting her in,
even though I’m not normally so open.

When I welcomed her inside
I noticed her smile, heard her say “Thank you;
but I know you took chance letting me in,
and I want you to know I am very grateful”
even as she seemed to glide into my home,
still wet, but amazingly alluring.

When I followed my young guest,
I couldn’t help but stare at her wet form
but saw that she was dry, yet her clothes still clung
and purple horns protruded from behind blonde bangs
even as a purple tail showed itself, and
still her eyes revealed an old, trusting soul
that was far lovelier than her body.

When I stepped closer to her
I heard her speak directly to my soul
but without a word: “You trust me, I can tell,
and stand there, not out of lust, but from true concern,”
even as her tail wrapped ‘round me: “Now just stay
still,” and worlds were birthed as we touched and more
when I met a succubi.


Thank you my heart for your words and friendship always…



Nov 13 2010

A Drawing a Sexy Succubus YouTube…

I discovered another art in progress YouTube this week, it’s a rather interesting example of how an artist takes the concept of “making a demon sexy” and gets what they describe as a Succubus out of it…

And in case the embedding doesn’t work:

And I am going to add an image of the final work here as well to ponder on…

I think this is an interesting version of a Succubus, although there are a couple of things that I don’t care for to be honest… But they are the ones that I usual am not that excited with really…

The number one thing is of course her hooves, never have really liked that aspect of Succubi in general that appears… Her wings are well made if perhaps slightly the wrong size for her…

Claws for hands are perhaps a bit on the dangerous side for a Succubus to use, but if you are going for a more nightmarish aspect, then it matches well…

Her tail is slightly thicker than I would have thought it should be for her body, but that is artistic license of course…

The artist that created this work is named Vanderpa127 and is, according to his profile on YouTube, a Canadian. More interestingly, he has a series of videos there of his drawing all sorts of various monsters and similar creatures. This video that I am sharing here is the 49th of the series for those that are wondering how many there might be. I hope that readers of the Tale will have a look at some of his works and leave comments!