Nov 22 2009

Two Years of A Succubi’s Tale

Today is, for those that aren’t keeping track, the second anniversary of A Succubi’s Tale… There have been over 150,000 visits to the Tale in that time, and I have managed to keep a daily posting schedule going for these past two years. December 1st will be the second anniversary of the SuccuWiki as well, for that I hope to have something special picked out to commemorate that there…

I have been trying to write a story for this anniversary, it really didn’t appear as I wanted it to, it might never appear unless something manages to fit all of the pieces together the right way… If there is such a thing at least…

So for now, this is what will be…

I want to thank those that read my ramblings occasionally…. There are many people that I need to thank…

My hubby Keith for… Well for everything, everyday of our lives…

I especially wish to thank James for his support all of this time *huggles*

And to FreezeFrame, Fzzy, Larss, SisWindy, Dai, and so many others of my online family that have commented and encouraged me to continue with this….

Thank you always…

I’ll try and do better on this, the third time around…

Love and huggles always…




By TeraS

There are two sides to a Succubi. One is the side that you see, the other is the side that watches for what might be. That other side is called a Tail. Almost every one of them has a name.

Except one.

That one is Tera’s Tail…

She’s always been known as Tail. No one really knows who she was exactly, though there are signs which point to who she is…

It’s assumed that the now passed on Queen, Tera’s Mother, did know, or rather does know who she is. But she isn’t telling either…

Tail is a Domme. She’s demanding, desirable and knows exactly what she wants and how to get it from you.

Her pets know that well…

She has, without a thought, reached into the minds of beings that have crossed her path and twisted them into creatures that live only to serve, obey, and beg to be controlled by her will….

Then there is Tera…

She’s the opposite of Tail. She doesn’t force anyone to obey her, make them do what she wants them to…

You see, Tera is the Mistress of Seduction…

She’s seductive, playful, looks into your thoughts and sees your needs and dreams. She’s a Domme. But she dominants with silken desires that twine themselves around your thoughts leaving her essence within you…

She doesn’t have to force you like Tail needs to. Tera just opens the door and lets you decide what to do next… If your dream is to fall to her, then that happens…

Two different beings, sharing one form…

Tera… Raven haired seductress of the night…

Tail… Red headed Domme of desire…

Tera… Red horns and tail…

Tail… Black horns and tail…

Which one is for you?

Or are they both what you seek?

Two sides of the coin to pick, or would you have both instead?

Which submission do you seek?

Nov 21 2009

Wearing the Succubi Horns – Succubish by FBH

I’ve posted a couple of stories from the 2009 Halloween Story Writing contest on the Realm of the Succubi. This one is the work of the writer Fembotheather who found the word “Succubish” interesting…

This wonderful little tale is the result of that and I thank her so very very much for her kindness in joining in!



Succubish Wink

By Fembotheather

‘Fucking reports, fucking meetings… fucking men dropping their work on her desk at the last minute,’ Cynthia fumed to herself as she locked the bedroom door and began to undress. Yes, they always saddled her with their work, she knew, and yes, she always did it, even sometimes apologizing for it taking longer than expected.

She knew it was wrong and so did they, but they also knew they always got away with it.

Cynthia Leary had gotten to the party late. She hadn’t had time to put on her costume yet so she asked Kendra, the hostess and her good friend from work if she could use the bedroom to change.

The shy, mousey brunette had decided to do something different tonight, she had always been shy, been ignored, been taken advantage of and she had decided that tonight they would all see a different side of her.

She pulled out the “costume” she had bought; actually she had bought a Dominatrix outfit and as an afterthought bought a pair of cheap demon horns to complete it. When she had stopped home and played her messages earlier there had been one from S Realm Costumers frantically trying to reach her but the machine had cut off before they could explain. Cynthia would need to contact them tomorrow, she figured. S Realm was where she had bought the horns earlier that day.

Naked, she looked at herself in the full length mirror, Kendra had always told her that her body deserved to be shown, privately, she wanted to, but oh, shyness was a hard curse to beat.

The horns were atop the bag, she felt a slight charge run through her body as she held them, deciding to wait to put them on she put them aside, not noticing the slight red glow they had taken on, or the slight buzz in her mind. It felt good though and she wrote it off to excitement over her “moment”.

The Black leather pants had slipped on like soft cream as she pulled them up. Her body felt electric, the pants set off her slender curves in all the right ways and the smell… the leather smell filled her nostrils.

Next came the corset, for a second her shy self wanted to put everything back in the bag, but a new resolve rose and she zipped it up without another thought. Her mind whirled, the leather smell was overpowering, she steadied herself as her vision blurred, the corset felt like a creamy shell, a second skin… it was heaven. Deep within she felt a warmth growing, it felt wonderful, lost in a fog she stood, watching her leather body slip on the elbow length black gloves. Her mind floated in red fog and leather essence. Cynthia’s leather hands floated over her body, she had never felt like this before, electric, alive; sexy.

The boots, zipped up next, high, black, creamy leather sealing her feet in tight and snug, the heels creating an erect, powerful stance, she felt like a new person, so free, so… so not herself. Distantly she saw the horns behind her glowing redly. ‘Oh’, her fogged mind thought, ‘they glow’.

Drawn to the horns, she lifted them up, a moment of confusion stopped her, somehow this all felt wrong, very wrong. She looked at herself in the mirror; her long brown hair hung wildly, having been released from the tight bun of work life. Her body shone in sexy, tight curves as never before, her eyes… hmmm. To her confused mind her eyes seemed to glow in a soft red haze.

Another electric charge flew along her nerves as she felt herself forget the confusion of a moment before. She lifted the horns to her head.

As they touched she felt a stronger charge, like a shock. For a moment she was afraid, she pulled at the horns but they wouldn’t move. In her panic she saw them fuse to her head.

Then she lost herself, falling back on the bed writhing in wanton abandon, at first her mind felt fear, but then new feelings took over, lustful feelings, her body was on fire, her hands moved with a mind of their own, caressing and kneading her breasts through soft leather.

If her mind had been able to think she might have been alarmed that her tail… tail… yes her tail, the slender, arrow tipped tail which had appeared just moments before was reaching around and easing into her waistband.

Cynthia moaned as she felt herself penetrated. Her back arched in ecstasy as the mind blowing cascade of orgasm took her. Her body gyrated as the waves of pleasure plowed through her.

“Are you ok in there?” A concerned Kendra asked through the locked door.

Apparently at some point her moans had turned to a scream.

“Ummm… Yes.” Cynthia answered, somewhat breathlessly, collecting herself. She stood, steadiness returning to her features as she looked at herself in the mirror, her whip of a tail flickering behind her in wide arcs. “I’ll be right out.” She said in a new, husky voice. The red glow of her eyes now a soft incandescence.

‘Mmmmmmm… yesss…’ she thought, smiling wickedly. ‘This night will be one to remember.’

The smell of sex and leather, and something vaguely like electricity hung in the air as she saw her new, powerful self in the mirror.

Cynthia let out a husky laugh as she went out to join the party.

Happy Halloween.
The End

Nov 20 2009

The Queen’s next Succubi Manip coming soon- Booted

I have been working on and off over the past week on my next Succubi manip. This might be finished for this coming Sunday, assuming that the story comes to me and the last fiddlybits are sorted out…

The Queen of the Succubi's next Manip in progress - Booted

It’s going to be called Booted…

Stay tuned…



Nov 19 2009

Succubi Image of the Week 100

For this, the 100th Succubi Image of the Week, I decided that I wanted something special, interesting and most of all…

Something that I haven’t posted in the same theme before…

Hellish Guitar by Undine CG

This is called Hellish Guitar by Undine CG, and as usual I can’t locate anything else on this which is a bother…

As always…

Help is welcomed!!


Nov 18 2009

Just can’t get a Succubus costume right…

No I haven’t given up looking for a decent Succubi costume… Not that the thought of giving up hasn’t crossed my mind, but then I don’t give up that easily…

The maker of this particular costume I think needs to rethink it a bunch…

Black Succubus Costume

So what we have here is a one-piece black outfit with red flame trim. It’s more of a pantsuit sort of thing really when you consider it. The costume includes the choker and the black and red sleeves. The horns and the shoes are not part of the package…

This sells for $90 USD in various places on the web if you want to find it…

Honestly it seems slightly trashy and, at least to me, and this is an odd thought, sort of looks like something that a Succubus of the 70s would wear to a Disco…

Not that I did back then, I had a little more taste than that…

As something to wear in public, it would be okay, save that, I think, you need to wear platform heels with it or you’ll be tripping over the pant cuffs as they brush the floor as you walk…

2 out of 5 pitchforks, mostly for the “in-public” usability of it all…


Nov 17 2009

Temptations XXXV – The Grotto – Part V

The Grotto appears, and the sad secret that it holds within it as well…


Temptations XXXV – The Grotto – Part V

By TeraS and Thamior, Cyprusmage, and Darkwalker’s Shadow

A blank expression remained on Tristan’s hidden visage as the world around them seemed to twist and turn as soon as they stepped out in the next floor.  Almost like a ride from an amusement park, the young hunter would muse.  He took note of the several wings, included the one sealed behind them.  For a moment he wondered if the shotgun he carried could breach the barriers.  There was no doubt a number of mystical guards in place…but he wasn’t carrying just any shotgun.  Still, it was prudent to go where directed, at least for the time being.  That meant entering the rather lush garden.  Tristan admired the tranquilty of this room, which seemed to serve as a foyer for the grotto.  Complete with dragon guide no less.

“So…I’m ready when you are,” Tristan said to John once the key had been delivered.

Something about the show bothered him. He did not doubt for one second that this was real. He knew the extent of Tera’s power…or at least, he knew that she was capable of this much. But why would she need to do this? He assumed that this particular section of the library (no doubt hidden from the public) was created long before he and Tristan made their entrances into the library. But why bring them here? Tera was (as near as he could tell) omnipresent, able to be at any point in the library (and indeed, at every point) whenever she wanted. Why did she want them here…?

“Well, we’re not going to get our answers just standing here,” he said, and slipped the key into the lock. The key turned smoothly, and there was a faint “click” as the door was unlocked. Removing the key, John pushed slightly, making the way clear for them both.

The door opened to a passageway leading off into the distance. The walls of the passage were carved in strange glyphs of an ancient world. There was no roof to the passage, but the tops of the walls were covered with what looked to be brambles and thorns. A warm sun sent streamers of light through the branches of the trees that shaded the passageway somewhat. Far off in the distance they could hear the sound of water crashing into rocks and then on occasion the song of a bird hidden in the foliage around them.

The two walked for a time along the path provided until they found themselves exiting the passageway at a cliff. Around them was shear rock cliffs and wild plants that neither truly recognized. When they looked across the chasm in front of them, they saw a waterfall streaming over the rocks, the waters falling from hundreds of feet above them into a vast bay leading towards a shimmering blue green sea in the distance.

They noticed a wide path leading towards the bottom of the waterfall a short walk away….

On the other side of the bay, the shape of a woman was outlined in one of the smaller waterfall branches, her body being washed by the waters as they fell, the Dragon from before floating in the waters nearby seemingly holding something in his right hand, a stream of smoke arcing from his mouth into the air…

Despite his experience with the supernatural, John was still impressed. Not only was it beautiful when taken at face value, but the patterns that made up this pocket realm were perfect; even the best mage leaves behind someimperfection in their work. Tera, of course, was far older and much more powerful. Of course she was this good.

But it only distracted him for so long. The question that had been nagging at him furrowed his brow, and set him walking toward’s the water’s edge. For a moment, he considered waiting before speaking, his logic being that she would be unable to hear him over the waterfall. Then he remember who she was.

“OK,” he said, his voice showing a slight hint of impatience, “We’re here. You wanted to see us?”

Tristan let John take the first steps down the trail, towards the water’s edge.  He was regarding their new surroundings with a bit more wide-eyed astonishment than John was.  Then again, John seemed to have more experience with pocket dimensions than he did.  Which was fine, of course.  This simply meant that Tristan was bringing up the rear.  He was constantly fighting the urge to draw a weapon as an act of precaution.  He wasn’t a violent person by any means…he simply preferred to have his bases covered.  And that meant being prepared.  But with the dragon circling in the waters and John’s advice constantly cycling through his mind, he remained a careful observer, only for a moment admiring the female form painted upon the falling water across the way.

Tera was under the waterfall washing her hair in the warm stream of water that cascaded from the rocks just above her. She was just running her fingers through her long raven hair, the ends of it sticking to her naked bum when she heard John’s question. She smiled to herself and then continued to finish her bath as she sent into his mind, “I did John… Thank you for bringing Tristan with you…” Her mind shifted to Tristan and she sent, “Tristan? You can only be harmed in my domain if I will it… You have a great deal of talent but so little focus to it… Try to focus on the point that there is a lot of power around you… You have a means to hurt…. Not kill… And wounded beings are a very threatening thing…”

She turned to the side and then dove into the pool below the waterfall. She swam under the surface of the water for a time and then surfaced in front of John and Tristan in the waters perhaps 10 feet away.

Her hair was slicked back on her head, the waters shimmering off her skin as they cascaded from her face. The waters were just opaque enough that her body was draped in shadow under the surface, but she was raised high enough in them that most of her breasts were bare to the air and visible to them both.

She treaded water easily and then said to Tristan, “If the threat is visible but does no harm… What do you do?” She looked at John and asked, “If the reason is not sufficient then where do you go?”

More riddles. It seemed that the more…sentient entities preferred to hide their intentions and meaning with puzzles and falsehoods. All of this was part of her game, and in her realm you had no choice but to play along and hope you’d win.

“There’s always sufficient reason,” he said, voicing his personal philosophy, Even the incomprehensable has a reason, we just can’t see it. Regardless…you go where you’re needed.”

Tristan watched with a limited patience as Tera spoke to each of them individually, drawing closer and closer as she did so.  His expression remained a blank stone, but he did admire her figure.  He was a mortal, heterosexual male…appreciating the beauty of this woman was like an appreciation of art; one doesn’t need to be a musuem buff in order to recognize something that might be artistic.  The key was determining whether the beauty of the art is authentic…or simply the intended representation of what’s on the surface.  Regardless, he did well not let his mind wander on the exotic curves and nature of this woman, careful to listen in on her words.  Did she consider him a threat of some sort?  Or was she simply toying with him?  She had said he didn’t have focus…and that he should focus where she directed him, so to speak.  Tristan, of course, believed himself to have plenty of focus.

Wounded beings as a threat…with him capable of hurting others.  Hurting her?  Was she the danger she spoke of?

“A threat is just that…the potential for harm.  Until that potential reaches the point where the harm is imminent, you do not act.  Each threat must be judged on the amount of harm that could be inflicted and the potential for that harm…almost like an equation.  That is why information and patience is essential…”


Information and patience are a virtue…

Sometimes that isn’t enough as we will see next time….


Nov 16 2009

Storm Clouds XXVIII – 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...

As always my thanks to James for editing my scratchings into something better…


Chapter 8 begins and we find out some things with Thomas about Brent and Thomas himself…


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 at what you would understand as our cemetary.” 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 that we can return home is here. Some never return and we are less for that. 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.

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 at those words. Survivors usually did blame themselves for things that happened to their loved ones. Some couldn’t handle the pain and didn’t stay in the world, taking 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 like to hide in shadows and kill the unwary that get too close. He 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 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 do that.”


He laughed, “Because the Queen demands it. She says that we’ll never get the recognition for what we do, but someday it will matter. So I corned 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 watch 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 if you want for that.”

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 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 egg shells, “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 really of what’s 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…”