Jan 28 2010

Succubi Image of the Week 110

I was looking through some Succubus artwork that we have from years ago when I came across this one, and since I was looking for a cute Succubus this week, she gets the honour…

This is another one of those images that I have no information on. I don’t know who created this, I don’t know if this is an actual character in an anime series or not, popular or not, I don’t recognize her at least…

I know that we added this image to our collection of Succubi in May of 2006, which probably isn’t a good idea of when it first appeared, but it’s as close as I can get…

I love the little pumpkin she’s holding, it makes me wonder if that’s a spell she is going to cast on someone or something similar as that happens a lot in anime…

The wings and tail that she has are really nicely matched to her overall looks and playful attitude I think. She’s not, i think, actually evil but is rather more a kind of playfully naughty being…

As always, if anyone has an idea of the artist, please comment?

Edit: A reader of the Tale as indicated that this is called Holloween cChain by a Japanese attest called Bome.

Thank you for sharing the info!


Jan 27 2010

Succubus Costume Desperation?

I think that this is becoming a theme isn’t it? I haven’t come across a decent, at least to me, Succubus costume for a long long time…

This one isn’t a good one either…

I really think this is tacky beyond words, but this is what you get with this costume in the package. The horns, wings, top and skirt and the rather flimsy tail are included. The boots as shown here are not part of the package when it arrives.

The wings are attached by straps over your shoulders and under your arms, which isn’t a good idea because the longer you wear it the more chafing happens. The top is, regrettably, not well constructed as the zipper doesn’t take a lot of abuse before it begins to separate and you have to either pin it or tape it in place. The tail is attached to the skirt, but the slightest tug on it will pull it away easily. I’d suggest that you use some thread and stitch it on better than it is.

You can find this costume all over the internet for about $40 USD. I suppose it would be good enough for a “go out to a public party and not show off too much” costume, but the material it is made of, at least in my case, is rough and uncomfortable to wear.

I’ll give it just barely one pitchfork out of five, but that’s mainly because you can toss the wings away…


Jan 26 2010

Temptations XXXXV – The Grotto – Part XIII

Getting almost to the point where all of the players in this tale of meeting the Succubi Queen will come face to face…


Temptations XXXV

By TeraS and Darkside

I thought about that for a moment. “I’m unfamilar with the term.” I focused and restored the rest of clothing. I still had my dignity, after all. “What is it exactly that you mean?”

Tera chuckled softly at his words of being able to live with it. When he didn’t understand the term anchor she explained, “Your world is going to be different now my dear… It’s so much less physical and more mystical than you have known… Some of the things that you will have to face now will ask you a question…. It’s one that you will have to have an answer for… Who do you trust?

She was quiet for a moment and then said, “There are only two beings here and now that I trust completely and without fear. You have not met them but you will soon enough… If you are willing and if you wish it to be.”

Tera considered her next words carefully and then asked, “Are you willing to have me as your anchor…. Or do you wish to find another? That choice is yours as all of these have been. If you accept, then there is more that you will learn from this… If not then I will guide you from here and back to your reality as it is…. And you will not be allowed to return here again…”

I stood up and restored the rest of my clothing. I really had no options at this point, and besides, it’s unlikely I’d ever find another anchor in time, so…

I bowed, “I accept.”

Tera moved close to him as he stood up again. She cupped his cheek with a hand and said, “There are others that are tied to me here for survival. I have not touched their minds for the protection goes both ways…. There are others that are here of choice and need. And the choice was and remains theirs. And then there is you…”

She placed a hand on his chest over his heart and asked, “Are you sure of this? Are you willing in this? Do you trust me? If you cannot say yes then this is all for naught…”

Tera looked into his eyes and said, “Give yourself freely and it will be so….”

I nodded. “Yes, let’s do it.”

Tera nodded and then there was a strong smell of cherry around him. Tera’s fingers seemed to pass through his clothing and it seemed like she trailed her fingers over the skin of his stomach. She looked into his eyes and whispered, “What name will I know you by and what will you require of me?”

She pressed tighter against him, the warmth of her seeping into him as she shivered slightly. She sensations of her bare legs rubbing against his caught his attention and he felt her powers begin to mix and twine with his so very carefully…

She did not attempt to alter him from what he was, but rather added to the strength within him. Her tail twisted around behind her and the tip rubbed against his right thigh. A sort green glow began to form there as she asked, “I ask you not to serve…. But to trust… Can you…. Will you…. Shall you?”


Always questions to answer aren’t there? More next time…


Jan 25 2010

Storm Clouds XXXVIII – 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 Nine is finished and edited with thanks to James… I have something that I need to finish this week story wise so there is nothing for Chapter 10 this week, not sure if it will happen next week, but we will see…


Storm Clouds

Chapter 7

By TeraS

“Thomas, talk to me.”

Camilla stood there, looking quite concerned. Tom found himself looking at her, not with the panic he had at first, but, instead, with an odd curiosity.

He let out a snort, “I’m good. You wouldn’t understand.”

“That you lost someone close to you? That you where hurt? Still are? Always will be?”

Tom didn’t answer that. He could, but he felt like she was getting into something that she had no right to. So instead of answering, he turned away from her and looked at the landscape around him.

The rows and rows of grave markers made it clear that this was a place of rest for those who had passed on. For a moment, he wondered how someone like Camilla could be killed, and then shoved that thought away.

It wasn’t something that he needed to think about.

Camilla frowned, “You haven’t got a lock on pain, Thomas. No one does. Not ever.”

He thrust his hands into his pockets, “Alright, I’ll assume that you are telling me the truth and that you aren’t going to kill me.” He heard her coming closer. Passing him, she nodded as her tail moved from side to side behind her. “Why me?”

Her tail stopped, “That’s not for me to tell you. If you want to know, you’ll have to ask Tera about that.”

He managed a smile, “Passing the buck or thinking that I can’t handle it?”

A shrug, “Both.”

He walked up to her, looking at how she had changed. She was still the girl he had met not that long ago, just with some optional extras added to her. If he overlooked those, she was still a woman… No. That was wrong. She was what she was, but she didn’t lie to him … that one thing made her trustworthy.

“Alright. I’ll talk to her later. Camila, what … why are you?”

She rubbed her hands along the side of her dress, “We aren’t all evil, nor are we all good. We make choices just like you do. Sometimes they are good ones, sometimes they are bad ones, but we choose to do and be what we are.”

“Nice speech.”

She winked, “Thanks… Been working on that for centuries, actually.”

“Now how about the unvarnished truth?”

She nodded, “In short, I believe we are in limbo between light and dark, that both want us and both are afraid of us. You can think of us as wildcards, Thomas, but there is one thing, one promise that we have made that we can’t forget … people like you have to make your own choices, decisions, and actions …”

He put a hand up: “I didn’t choose to be here.”

“Oh yes you did. You chose to come. You chose to knock on the door. You chose to see what you could find out. All of that was your choice.” She waved a hand, “All of this followed because it had to; you would have never accepted a lie…”

He thought about that and came to the decision that she was right. He wouldn’t have let this lie, ignored it, moved on. That wouldn’t have happened because it was not his nature to do that.

“Besides giving me the breadcrumbs to find you, why did you pick me?”

Camilla shook her head, “Can’t say.”

A question came to him, “Tell me something. Are there angels and all that other stuff?”

“Yes. Angels, devils, dragons, faeries, and more are all real. It’s just that your world has forgotten about the wonders around it … most of the time.”

“So what are you, exactly.”

She looked almost embarrassed, “Beings like me are Succubi, Thomas. There are Incubi here as well.”

He arched an eyebrow, “I’ve heard of those.”

“No. You have heard of something like us, not us.”


“A Succubus or Incubus kills through sex. We don’t. We gave that up ages ago just to be able to be who what we are right now; independent beings that serve no one.”

Tom thought that over, “Okay, so you split away and you do what you want.”

A slight nod.

“That’s dangerous, Camilla. No rules means nothing to control you.”

A smile, “But there is: one very important thing, Thomas. We know the past. We won’t go back to it again.”

Tom wiped a hand over his eyes, “You know that this is all too much to take in.”

Her hand was soft and gentle on his shoulder, “You are, really, one of the few people that can handle this, Thomas. Most people would be screaming and running in circles at this point.”

“What makes you think I won’t?”

“Curiosity … You want to know the secrets. Your mind is wanting to know answers to questions you have had since the day you were born. Most of all, you won’t let yourself back down from a fight, Thomas.”

Tom thought that over for a while. It was true that he was wondering about a lot of things … more than he wanted to be. But three things came to the forefront. He had a mystery. He had a job to do … and he had a promise to keep.

He looked her straight in the eye, “I need a partner in this; someone who knows the lay of the land; someone who will watch my back.”

She nodded, “You always will in our world.”

He offered his hand, “I … I will trust you Camilla. I trust that you will watch out for me.”

She took his hand, “I promise. I want a promise from you, too: wherever this goes, whoever did it, whatever it takes, you won’t walk away.”

They shook on it and then Tom asked, “Where are we? Fill me in.”

“You are in what you would understand as our cemetery.” She pointed towards the mountain covered in fog at the edge of the markers, “It continues far up the mountain, almost to the very top. Everyone whom we can return home is here. Some never return and we are less for that. Otherwise, from the first of us to the last of us, our bodies rest here.”

Then she pointed into the distance to Tom’s right where three figures collected themselves around a marker, “Her family is up there.”

“Let’s go. I want to talk to them.”

It took them a good fifteen minutes of walking before Thomas got his first good look at Patricia’s family. Her husband was talking to their children, trying to explain to them, Thomas assumed, what had happened and why their Mother would not be returning to them.

The husband was a short blonde man, unassuming, someone you wouldn’t look twice at in the street. He wore a darker suit, in comparison to the children. Looking at the children, Tom was struck with the realization that neither of them had horns or tails.

“Why don’t the kids have horns and a tail like you — or their father, for that matter?”

“They haven’t decided if they want to be like us. So they are simply children with their own ideas and goals. If they decide to become like us, then they’ll have to go through the ceremony and be picked by a Tail.”

“Picked? By a Tail? How does that work?”

She shook her head, “I’ll explain later. Not in front of the children. We protect them from what we are so that they can make up their own minds…”

With that, Camilla’s horns and tail shimmered and vanished, but her clothing remained transformed. As they came within earshot of Patricia’s family she added, “I’d thank you not to talk about it please.”

Tom nodded, but resolved to ask Camilla more questions about their rules later. After all, rules were meant to be broken in the eyes of some people … Reaching the father, Tom offered his hand, “My sympathies upon your loss, sir.”

The other man stood and paused for a moment before taking the offered hand, “Thank you. Name’s ‘Brent.’” The grip was firm but not overwhelming, although Tom had the distinct feeling that he was being judged at that moment by this man.

A nod, “Tom. I’d like some of your time.”

Camilla went to the kids, soon hugging them and drawing their attention away from Tom and their father. She gave him a nod, and Tom took that as his chance to start his questioning, assuming that Brent agreed.

Brent spoke to the kids, “Okay you two, go with Auntie Camila; her friend wants to talk to me. Now be good, right?”

A chorus of, “Yes Father”, and then Camilla and the kids began to walk towards a path leading away from the grave markers.

Brent then rested a hand on the marker which Tom now saw had Patricia’s name on it, “I’ve been told that you are looking into my wife’s death. I’ve been told that Tera asked you to do this. That true?”

“She did, I was investigating before I knew about what you people are. She’s hard to say ‘no’ to…”

A chuckle: “She’s the Queen. Rarely pushes people, mostly suggests and guides when needed. But she has always let people choose to disappoint her or not.”

“Have you?”

“I’ve disappointed myself.”

Storm Clouds

Chapter 8

By TeraS

Tom was not exactly surprised by those words. Survivors usually blamed themselves for things that happened to their loved ones. Some couldn’t handle the pain and didn’t stay in the world, taking what they thought was the easy way out. Others became vigilantes, trying to take an ounce of flesh or more from the person, persons, or thing that took what they loved away. Tom’s concern was a being of power losing control and wrecking havoc.

A being like Brent.

Tom started where he needed to, “Why? What could you have done?”

Brent placed his right fist into the palm of his left hand, “I could have been with her. I could have stopped it.”

“So why weren’t you?”

For a moment, just a moment, a shadow fell over Brent’s face as he replied, “Because I was stupid enough to get trapped in a ward set by a mage.”

“Explain that.”

A pair of black horns shimmered into view at Brent’s temples and his black tail formed behind him, that tail almost lifeless, not moving as Tom had seen Camilla’s do almost constantly.

“Summonings are a bitch. Any idiot with the right book and a fragment of knowledge can summon us into their world. They can summon anything. The stupider ones go and summon beings that they can’t control and then in a panic they summon another being to try and save their worthless hides.”

“Which were you?”

A snort: “The latter. The ass summoned a Darkweaver: ugly horrid tentacle thing that likes to hide in shadows and kill the unwary that get too close. The ass summoned it thinking that he would use it to kill a rival. He didn’t expect that it would try to eat him instead.”

Brent rubbed his fist twice, “So in the middle of that happening, he grabbed his book and tossed out a summoning spell with no focus. I was unlucky enough to be nearby and got dragged into it.”

Tom held up a hand, “You haven’t said where you were.”

“You remember that house that burned to a crisp on the lower west side the same night that … that Patricia left me?”

A nod was Tom’s answer. That was in the papers. A two story, hundred year old house went up that night. One body was found in the mess, the morgue didn’t even bother trying to identify it; there was not a lot left.

“I was the closest supernatural being to him, so I went from being at home with the kids to standing in the middle of a bloodbath. The mage didn’t last five seconds after I got there. The Darkweaver then turned its attention to me and I had to kill it…. Otherwise it would get loose in the city. Couldn’t let that happen.”


He laughed, “Because the Queen forbids it. She says that we’ll never get recognition for what we do, but someday it will matter. So I cornered it in the basement, lit some hellfire in the floor to surround it and then burned the place to the ground.”


Brent didn’t flinch at that, “Burn it or let others die, me first, then whomever got in its way. Arson was the quickest way to stop it. So I did it. You can take me to jail for that if you want.”

Tom pushed on, “You have more important things to deal with. And two kids to look after.”

The tears that formed in Brent’s hurt eyes were something that Tom had seen before.

Brent wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, “I couldn’t leave until I was sure that thing was dead. I stayed in the flames watching the place turn to ash because I had to be sure it was gone. When the fire department had the flames under control and I couldn’t sense anything else there, I portaled out back to our home. When I came through I … I felt her die.”

This was confusing to Tom, “How could you do that?”

Brent started to play with a silver ring on his right hand, “She was more than my wife. She was … is… my Eternal as I am hers. When something happens, something really bad, we know…”

Tom took that at face value, “Why didn’t you go to her?”

Brent gave him a look, “I did, dammit! I portaled as close as I could and ran to her, but the mall cops were there trying to save her and I couldn’t reveal myself, not even to save her. Then your people arrived and it was far too late to do anything more …”

Tom could see the anger in Brent’s eyes, “If I had left, if I had just assumed the fire would have done its job, if I wasn’t so focused on that … thing … I might have felt her in trouble and gotten there sooner, taken her back here and our healers might have saved her …”

Tom felt like he was walking on eggshells, “You won’t believe me, but I know what you mean. Do yourself a favor … get yourself together and real quick. You have two kids that need their father right now. If you forget them I’ll slap you myself so that you remember.”

The dangerous look in Brent’s eyes vanished at the mention of his children, “They have no idea what’s really happened, or it hasn’t hit them yet … what the hell am I supposed to do now?”

“Be a father. Be their father. At least you have that to comfort you Brent. I wasn’t that lucky …”

Brent looked off in the distance where Camilla and the children had vanished behind a small rise moments before, “Luck? I’m all out of that. All that’s left is …”

“Is getting on your feet, making sure those kids of yours know that you are going to be there for them, and that their mother loves them. Not loved.”

A nod, “They know. They’ve always known that. It was the first thing we said when we found them.”

Tom’s reply held a question he had, “Adopted. Camilla told me but not why.”

“One of the things that marks us is that we can’t have kids. Legend has it that as part of the price for being free, the pound of flesh that was taken in return was that we would never have our own. But like any being that deals with contracts, a loophole was found. They never said that we couldn’t adopt them.”

Tom smirked, “Nice. Good deed in place of a bad one. So you got your freedom and then took it upon yourselves to … what? Take kids you wanted to fill a void in you?”

Brent’s tail, for the first time, rose into the air and then pointed itself at Tom, “No. We go through the same steps that you would to adopt them. We don’t cheat and we don’t pick. Every single one of them is loved by all of us. We’ll protect them, let them choose their own way no matter what.”

“And if they choose not to be like you?”

Brent’s tail drooped a bit, “Then they choose that. We stay with them in your world as long as we can. At least until they have their own lives to lead. Then we fade away from them.”

“That hurts doesn’t it?”

Brent sighed, “More than you know. We still watch over them, watch them grow old and then … then we mourn them… It’s a lousy life when you have to watch your kids pass on before you do.”

Tom asked the obvious question, “How old are you, really?”

“Going on three millennia.”

“Holy Crap!”

Brent chuckled, “Pretty much. Seen a lot, loved just one, and now I don’t know what the future brings to us.”

“You hoping that the kids follow you?”

Another nod, “Have to. But I won’t push them, not an inch. They’ll know when the time is right and then … then if they want it, its theirs freely.”

“And if not?”

Brent’s tail and horns shimmered and vanished again, “Then it will be like a dream to them and they’ll continue in their lives never knowing the truth. But I will, and I’ll still be their father.”

Tom considered that; knowing that even beings of power believed in free choice was a small comfort. He wanted to continue to a question about Patricia. But before he could, Brent started walking off in the direction of the kids.

“Sorry Tom, I know that they are safe, but I don’t want to be away from them.”

Tom caught up with him in a couple of strides, “Would you tell me what Patricia did for a living? That might give me a place to start.”



Brent nodded, “Nothing. She stayed home, looked after the kids and that’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“And you?”

He reached into a pocket and then handed a card to Tom, “You won’t believe it.”

Tom looked at the card and didn’t believe it. There in black and white was proof that the universe had a wicked sense of humor. The card read, “Brent B. The Daily Times. Gossip.” It was so weird that he asked, “So tell me then, who’s the mayor seeing?”

Brent’s eyes actually had a spark of mischief in them, “If I told you, you’d fall over from shock.”

Putting the card away, Tom sighed, “Probably. I don’t believe the porn star rumor myself.”

Brent had a look like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, so Tom asked, “You make enemies over your job?”

That question brought Brent to a sudden stop and then he shook his head, “Nah, they wouldn’t do something like this over something so trivial.”

“Who’s they?”

As the two of them crested over the hill, the answer wasn’t what Tom expected…

“It would be easier to list the ones that aren’t …”

Storm Clouds

Chapter 9

By TeraS

There are two sides to every story. There is a dark side and a light side to the universe. This was the way things were from the beginning.

But, in one part of it …

… the Dark was …

… disturbed.

It watched those who call themselves Succubi and Incubi with distaste. Such beings did not do the things that they should, did not make souls choose the wrong thing at the wrong time in hopes of damning them utterly.

The balance was, the Dark knew, tipping ever so slightly towards the light. Its power would, given time, wane …

This was something that could not be allowed to continue.

The pawns that had been placed into motion had removed one piece from the board of play. It was not enough to alter them all. This was disturbing because, from what the Dark knew of them, it expected those that it wanted changed to fall towards damning of their own accord.

But instead of seeing great numbers of them doing so … nothing was happening as it should. Oh, there were some who were turned slightly, but the ones who mattered didn’t budge from what their Queen had declared to be her–and through her, their–destiny.

The Dark looked at the other pawns in the game, knowing that at least one would have to be sacrificed for its plan to succeed. But which one?

Emotions born of Dark were effective for making beings lose themselves. Be they anger, revenge, envy, fear, or similar things, they could be effective in tipping the balance.

Seeing that one pawn in particular wanted a kind of revenge, Dark slipped into the world and made its way towards that one who, it believed, would be affected by persuasion whether aware of it or not.

It found the pawn sitting on a park bench looking at a newspaper. It was almost child’s play to alter a story deep within the pages to leave a clue for the pawn to follow. The story that had to do with a fire in the city that appeared to be arson, a story Dark changed just a bit.

While there had been no evidence of what caused the fire, a mention was added about a witness who claimed to have seen a man enter the building and then leave just before the fire started.

A small, almost insignificant, change, but to the one who was reading it … it would make that person question what he or she had been told and who had said the words.

The article was read, the paper crushed and then left behind on the grass as the pawn stormed off in the direction of a certain brownstone building.

The Dark made that paper burn in an acid-smelling flame before leaving that pawn and appearing to one of its own, special ones.  It arrived at an old run-down trailer park on the northern edge of the city, not too far away, but far enough that the crawling evil within the walls went unnoticed by those who could sense it.

But the usefulness of this corrupted human in the Dark’s affairs was ended. There were loose ends to tie up, and this was one of them.

It was elementary for the dark to pass through the walls and be through them. Within was a place that the light had not seen for ages. The windows were boarded over, the light switches ripped from the walls. Nothing that could produce light remained within.

The man within the walls reveled in the blackness there.

That was his downfall and his tie to the Dark …

He was sitting cross legged in the middle of the trailer’s largest room. That space was bare: no carpet, no furniture, nothing that would be expected in a place where one would live. He was an albino, the glow of his white skin at odds with the surrounding blackness; the back of his bald head tattooed with an ancient rune of power in black. His hands were on either side of a black ebony dagger thrust into the floor; the hilt of it pointed towards his body.

The Dark whispered thoughts into the man’s mind, shaping his thoughts in ways that would serve it one final time. The pawn smiled thinly as he gripped the dagger with both hands and worked it loose from the floor. Standing up, he picked up a black robe, wrapped it around his form, and then pushed the door leading to the outside world open and left.

The Dark remained there.

The door did not close completely. A thin wedge of light forced its way within the dank, evil place. It pushed across the bare floor until it revealed a thick red chalk line there.

And just past that

something awful.

Sitting there on the floor was a glass jar; its silver lid had more runes upon it. But what was in it was heartbreaking.

Within the jar was a spaded white tail, The remains bleeding and weak, but not dead. The tip was poking and prodding at the lid, trying to remove it. It paused for a moment and seemed to look directly at the Dark before it returned to pushing against its prison.

The Dark chuckled before making the door close, plunging the tail into the blackness once more, and then leaving the place and the creature within it behind …

For a time, the tip continued trying to escape the prison that held it. It had seen, felt, and heard the plans for its kind. There had to be a way to get out and return to those who needed to know.

But it was in vain. There was no exit, no chink in the armor, nothing that it might use to be free and leave this accursed place. Knowing that each and every attempt was just drawing more life from it, the tail curled up into the bottom of the jar and fell silent, waiting, hoping for a chance, a mistake, something that would set it free

it hoped that would be soon.

The Dark pushed the Tail from its thoughts. It was sure that there was no way to escape the trap and, even if there were, that being would cease to be soon enough.

There was one final destination for the Dark, one last thing that needed to be done to make its plans come to fruition. Returning to the city, it arrived at a basement apartment, turned into a black mist, and entered the place, silent and unseen.

The apartment was dark, save for the occasional ray of sunlight that found its way through a window. It was a somewhat messy place; the owner had been in a rush earlier that day.

The Dark ignored all of this and instead focused on the one thing it had come here for.  There, sleeping in the middle of the room, was a small, grey, calico cat. It lay upon an old yellow wool sweater that almost seemed to glow in the shadows.

Drawing closer, Dark smiled to itself over the sense of loss, the crumbling of will, the falling into despair that this cat’s death would bring to one pawn in particular. It reached out to snuff out the life, to push one last pawn over the edge into despair and loss that would close off any possibility of hope for the creatures it aimed to mold to its plans.

The cat shifted slightly, asleep, as the Dark formed a hand to crush the life from the creature. But, even as it almost had reached the cat’s neck to kiil it

the Dark screamed in surprise.

From somewhere, a flash of light glinted off something sharp and the Dark realized that part of itself which it had made solid was in tatters and unusable.

Sitting in the shadows was a being that the Dark did not expect to be here, a creature that should have left for another place, another realm. But it did not. It was here.

This was intolerable.

All that had been to this point should have meant that this worthless life would be easy to remove from the board. Instead, this creature was being guardedand guarded wellagainst harm.

Dark could feel some of its being dripping from it’s shattered and partially severed hand. This was something it had not experienced in eons: actual physical pain. Not able to do what it had meant to, the hand vanished back into the Dark’s shadowy form.  Looking towards the being that had attacked, it said dangerously, “You will pay for this somehow.”

The voice that answered was firm in its resolve: “Perhaps. But you will not harm her. Not now. Not ever. Leave before I take another pound of flesh from you. Leave the way you came or I will

There was a cold smile in the next words:make you.”

Seeing that this was a lost cause, the Dark turned in a swirl of inky black smoke and then vanished back through the crack from which it had entered.

The cat had not awakened through all of this. She mewled softly in her sleep and curled up into a tighter ball of fuzz and fur.

From the shadows came the hand of the being that had stopped the Dark. It was covered in purple fur with pink nails, an occasional black streak within the purple. For a moment the hand stroked the cat softly, then it withdrew back into the shadows

and the room was quiet once more, save for the muffled sounds of the cat sleeping.

Jan 24 2010

Antagonized by a Selfish Succubus…

There are Succubi in role-playing games. Lots and lots of them… Some are okay, some are better and then, occasionally, one of them has a flaw in her creation that doesn’t make sense from the point of view that I have of Succubi…

Recently, an RPG module was released called Instant Antagonist: The Selfish Succubus. It is the creation of a group called Flames Rising, their website is here.

And this is the cover of the PDF file that you receive when you order this module from them or one of the other RPG sites on the web…

Now I am not going to review this work too deeply as that has been done to death on the net… Just google this module and reviews and you will come upon all kinds of them.

No, that isn’t what I want to talk about here.

I want to discuss two things that bother me about the Succubus called Lily Sinclair…

The first thing is that she doesn’t alter her form. She has the powers of a succubus and yet she does not alter her appearance whatsoever in order to either entrap her targets or, if it is necessary, use her powers to sneak into places and situations unseen. But that can be a character trait and no necessarily a fault in her design.

But the other thing that bugs me most certainly is.

She cuts off her tail and horns regularly!!!

That seems to be, in my mind, a waste of effort considering what she is…

Being a Succubus, she can, if you think about it, simply shapeshift them away. It’s a lot less painful and time consuming than having to take a knife or other blade and cut a part of your body away…

Other than those two problems I have with this module, it’s a neat idea as she can be put into any role-playing game system with little effort involved in doing so. There is a tremendous amount of backstory, game ideas and other things written that she becomes less of a monster and, really she isn’t, but more of an actual character that the players in an RP can relate to…

It’s worth picking up really, but if we were to use her, these two faults would be changed, but that is part of this module’s appeal. You can alter things as you need to and that is so very helpful…

This will be entered into the SuccuWiki later today as it does belong there…


Jan 23 2010

A Lilith Cosplay YouTube…

Probably the two most popular succubi in anime are Morrigan and Lilith Aensland. One the most interesting things to me are the people that cosplay them at cons and elsewhere.

I have a really good idea of the effort, time and heart that has to go into every single one of their creations. I have my own Succubi outfits and costumes that I have spent a long long time creating…

But this is about those that cosplay as Lilith Aensland, so here they are:

And in case the embedding doesn’t work:


To all of the cosplayers that put so much into their creations…

Thank you…


Jan 22 2010

A Delicious Morrigan Cosplayer…

I was sent in my email last night an image of a cosplayer with her presentation of the Succubus Morrigan Aensland…

I think she is, if not the very best Morrigan Cosplayer that I have seen so far, she is most certainly in my top ten cosplayers…

Really, she’s wonderfully suited and has the body to meet Morrigan’s body shape so very nicely… The costume is all but perfect in its color, styling and presentation and the setting that she is in…

That is just icing on the cake…

I have no idea who she is or when this picture was taken, but if anyone has further information on this picture or the cosplayer playing Morrigan, I would really love to know….