Jan 04 2010

Storm Clouds XXXV – 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 continues a little further this week…


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


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 herand through her, theirdestiny.

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 them 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 them question what they 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 acidsmelling 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 was unseen 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 within. 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 albino, the glow of his white skin at odds with the surrounding blackness. The back of his bald head marked with a tattoo of an ancient ruin 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 to 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, a silver lid with more ruins upon it. But what was in it was the worst thing.

Within the jar was a spaded white tail. The remains bleeding and weak within it. But it was 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 behind…

Jan 03 2010

Lilith in Space?

I am really unsure about this, but there is a YouTube that appears to place the Succubus Lilith in space… or at least that is the way that I understand it at least…

And in case the embedding doesn’t work:


It’s supposed to be the tralier / teaser for an art film project by the video’s creator… Of course the issue is that you get the tease I suppose, but where is the storyline?

Because I can’t quite wrap my head around it…

In anycase the 3D Succubus Liith can be seen at the very end of this video… She’s rather shiny and has glowing eyes. You don’t get a lot of detail of her as she’s mostly in shadow, but it’s obvious that she has no tail or, I think. horns to speak of which isn’t exactly Succubus-like…

Still, it’s an interesting concept… Succubi in spaaaaaaaaaaace….



Jan 02 2010

Beautiful Succubus Pencil Art

I discovered another piece of Succubus artwork today. It has been on the web since earlier this year, but I found it searching for a topic totally unrelated to Succubi…

Now while the lovely lady in the foreground doesn’t look tooo Succubus-like, her shadow in the background does hint towards her more sexy and naughty personality.

This is the work of an artist named Venus Satanas. It is a work she created in 2006 and now has for sale on her website. The art was created over a week of effort, which really does show here in this image. The art is in a frame which is 19″ x 11″, and is part of what is offered for sale by the artist.

You can find this work for sale at this shop for $45 USD.

I’m hoping to have a copy of this art in our Succubi collection soon!


Jan 01 2010

New Year’s Day in the Succubi Realm

And so here we are, a new year begins on A Succubi’s Tale, and where are we going to be this year? This isn’t going to be something like a resolution for the year or something like that.

It’s more of a wish list of what I would like to do this year in the way of Succubi goodness, or evilness, for 2010.

First on the list is going to be to write at least one story a month. That doesn’t mean a short story but something that is at least 2000 words so that I can post stuff on the EMCSA. That’s the Erotic Mind Control Story Archive for those that don’t know.

I want to write the stories that I have partially finished on the computer. And there are a lot of those. I took a quick look and have 26 started, but not finished stories. Nine story ideas, and 5 outlines in my unfinished folder. They need to get done and so that is going to be important to me this year.

Second is to actually do regular Role Playing on the Garden and the Collective so that there is real progress in the RPs there. This past year was a bunch of stall because I haven’t had the energy, time or will to do so. That has to change.

Last year I did a grand total of 12 manips on the Collective. That was the lowest number that I have posted there since I started doing manips. Never mind the Succubus ones, I mean all of them in general.

Thirdly, I need to put more time into the Realm on Succubus.net, our forum here. I have been too intermittent in my support of it and that shows. There are things I started and have not contributed to, such as a group of RPs there, and that needs to be corrected.

I know that the Forum has little traffic, but it is a way for people to contribute to this site and I don’t want to lose that here.

The Gallery is mostly my doing, I have been trying to add one image a day, a small number of people have helped as well, and for that I do want to thank them so very much.

But here’s the thing. If people don’t help in that, it won’t amount to much and that would be a shame.

The SuccuWiki is, most likely, the most popular part of this site, and I can understand that. It’s a shame that really it has been only myself and three others this year that have added to it. (Special thanks to Danny for his help and guidance… You have been a blessing to me…)

So there are my thoughts for the coming year and the year past. Hopefully something good will come from all of this pondering…

Happy New Year!!


Dec 31 2009

Succubi Image of the Week 106

And so the year comes to an end. As that happens, the Succubi Image of the Week also falls upon this day. I looked into a folder of Succubus images from this time last year and came across this one…

There is an overwhelming amount of cuteness in this work I think. The little riding crop pitchfork is a perfect touch with the whole innocently evil look of her.

I do wonder about her horns though. They sort of look like she has a viking helmet on for some reason when I look at her.

I don’t know who this is supposed to be exactly, the image had so information added to it, so that’s a big unknown. And once again, the artist’s name is not shown, nor do I recognize who it might be.

There is a story behind her I think, maybe someone that is more aware of the anime universe will be able to point out the connections to me.

I can but hope at least…

Have a Happy New Year!!!


Dec 30 2009

A Poor Attempt at a Succubus Costume…

I wish that some costume makers would put a smidgen of thought into their creations. I mean how much thought do you have to put into a costume of a Succubus?

This costume is called Ms. Demon. I shall not start ranting over that name for it. Ms. Demoness might have worked better, but we are stuck with what they came up with aren’t we?

What you get in this set is a pair of sequined devil horns, A satin dress, zipped in the back with see-through shoulder straps. The skirt is attached to the outfit permanently as well.

And that’s it.

No tail, no gloves, and the shoes and fishnets are not included either. So if you want something to add to this, that’s extra.

This costume sells for approximately $35 USD on several sites on the web.

But really, is this worth buying? I suppose as a safe for kids costume it would fit the bill, though I think that otherwise I wouldn’t even consider this as an option.

I’ll admit that the horns are, just a little bit, tempting just for the pokieness of them.

If I had to wear something in public that didn’t push the envelope of sexy, I suppose that this costume would fit the bill.

But, so could any red mini that I own. And most likely I would be happier I think.

I’ll give this one pitchfork out of five, mostly because of the “wear it anywhere” look of it…

I’m hoping that next year will bring costumes that are more promising than what I have found this year…


Dec 29 2009

Temptations XXXXI – The Grotto – Part iX

The story of the Grotto has to back up somewhat now to allow another player to enter the fray. This will take a little while to show, but there are moments within it that ask questions some don’t necessarily want to answer…


Temptations XXXXI – The Grotto – Part iX

By TeraS and Darkside

The car pulled into the library, parking some distance from the door. The driver’s door opened, and the driver stepped out. Breathing in the evening air, he looked towards the setting sun before heading towards the library door. He looked back at the car for a moment and saw thin tendrils trailing from him. A sharp glance down confirmed the source as the sleeves of his trenchcoat. He drew himself up and meditated for a moment. The leak was still there, just less so, so he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pair of leather gloves. With those on, the leak was stopped. He watched the shadows dissipate and headed in.

“It has to be here, I can feel it.” I muttered. Obviously I’m short on time, I can feel the decay, though contained for now. I entered the library and headed towards the strongest source of energy I could find. The book I needed had to be there, after all, magical tomes were extradinarily rare. But if the shadowmancer’s spellbook wasn’there…

Well, I still had some time…

He passed down row after row of books, the pull of the energy in the library almost overwhelming him as he walked. Then he felt the direction of the power shift to his right and he looked down an aisle to catch a glimpse of a mass of raven hair disappearing at the other end of the aisle.

Then the power was no longer in the aisle and it was fading away again. He moved towards the woman that he had just glimpsed. She must be holding the book. It was the only logical explanation.

The isle opened into a sitting area in the middle of the library. A set of four jet black leather couches faced each other in a square. In the center a single vase stood holding a single red rose in it.

On one of the couches a woman sat looking at him as he entered her space.

She held a thin book in her hands. But it wasn’t the book that was interesting. The woman was by far. It wasn’t possible, but there she was. A Succubi. From the look of it a powerful one. She was dressed in a tight red mini dress that clung to her curves invitingly. Her red horns glinted in the raven black of her hair. The long red tail swished in the air behind her as she relaxed on the couch seemingly waiting for him.

Her red lips were parted slightly in a slightly amused smile and her so green eyes looked deep within him.

She crossed her long legs to dangle a heel lazily from one foot.

Then she said in a husky voice, “Welcome to my Library…. I am Tera…. I am the Queen… This is my realm and my will is supreme… You have a wish… A need… What is that want….. And are you willing to proceed?”


Even in a place as dark as this, I knew better than to screw with a Succubus. Especially one that radiated this kind of energy. Well, if a being of this power had claimed the area, I might’ve lucked out. I sat across from Tera and looked her in the eye, keeping my eyes off her foot. I had to play this carefully, if I wanted to come out of this at all.

“It’s not a matter of will, or want. It’s a matter of existance. I need the Shadowmancer’s Index. I am in a state of increasing entropy, and if I don’t find it soon I’ll cease to exist. Simple, no? Is it here, do you have it? I felt dark energy here, but were you simulating it?”

I leaned back and drew in the dark. The lack of light made living easier, and I suspected that was intentional on her part. I reached in my coat, took out a pen and started twirling it, watching the Succubus for a response.

Tera listened to his words and then said, “I have many books in my collection… The one you seek I have as well… The question is of course… What do you offer for the right to the book?”

She leaned against the armrest of the couch she sat in and then added, “My powers have blanketed this place for more time than you can imagine… You will find it impossible to locate the book yourself as my energies dampen the book’s…”

She watched as he absorbed some of the darkness around them and then said, “You are welcome to gather some energy if you need it… I do allow snacking in the library…”

When he twirled the pen she smiled and said, “Lovely device you have there… Quite beautiful really… If you are worried that I might sneak into your mind and alter you… I won’t… You have larger issues than that…”

She curled up on the couch and placed the book on her lap. One slim finger tapped the cover of the book and she asked, “A simple question for you then… What are you willing to give me for the book… Or do you want me to tell you what I want for it?”

I could feel that damn book, like tendrils of black smoke in a cloud of steam, but she could easily emulate it as she had before. “I don’t need ownership, just access. As much as I’d like to learn everything in the book, I only need the notes on stability. As for payment, I’m not wealthy, but I doubt you want money.” I laughed”

I smiled, “Thanks. You won’t notice anything missing, of course, the darkness just lets me connect to the Void without burning more than I take.”

“Hm? The pen?” At the mention, I stopped twirling it and looked at it. “Nothing special, I’m just a fan of the ink. Hell, you can have it if you’d like, I can always get more. I just twirl them when I’m nervous. Or bored. As for my mind…” I chuckled, “That would be one trick, let me tell you. But I do indeed have larger issues.”

As I continued to draw power from the Void, I considered. The pen would be too simple, and she could have it anyway. But what then? I put the pen away and leaned forward, “Let’s make a deal, then. My life in exchange for…?”

Tera smiled and said, “In exchange for what… A promise of something that I will claim later from you? Too obvious… A moment of passion taken from you? Too simple. An opportunity to alter you to my tastes? Too boring really…”

She lifted the book into the air and said, “I want some truths from you my dear… Answer the questions and actions I ask here and now and the book is yours… Lie or cheat and the book is lost…”

Her eyes focused on him, “It’s a simple enough task isn’t it? Unless of course all that darkness within you has removed that ability from you….”

Her tail raised over her shoulder and then seemed to tilt to one side and consider him, “Has it? Or are you lost in more ways then one?”

“Shadowmancy is not an evil art, just a dark one.” I melded with the shadows and ported from across Tera to the couch nest to hers, leaving black wisps behind. “So ask, then.

Tera curled up on the couch and nodded her head slightly, “I did not suggest evil my dear… There is evil and then there is darkness… The difference is important in the universe you know…”

She rested her arm on the couch back and then placed her head on her hand. The book she placed on the couch between them where he could easily see that it was indeed the book he wanted. She asked him, “Why not the light?”

“Oh, I know. I have personal experience there.”

I looked at the book, but wasn’t stupid enough to try grab it.

“I actually fell into the dark, so to speak. When I was in college, a professor of mine took my as an aide to the Amazon to study undiscovered territory. The team he assembled was mostly academics, me and a few other mules, and a handful of guides. Long story short, we got ambushed and seperated, I fled into a ruin, and tried to find an unseiged exit. Instead I found this power and got everyone back.” I shrugged. “It suits me anyway, I’ve always preferred things quieter and dimmer than most people.”

Tera nodded slightly, “Quieter and dimmer… But not that it consumes you totally…. Have you the lust and wants of your past or are they dampened now? Are you willing to have a moment of pleasure for yourself or are you content with things as they are?”

Her finger touched the book and she said, “You know that there will be a cost. Are you prepared to pay it?”

“My nature is largely unchanged, which is a relief. My physical form is only changed in that food and energy are largely interchangable.

“As to the second pair of questions, of course, though my attention right now is focused on securing my survival, and no, for the same reason.”

I laughed. “As long as my life is worth living afterwards, yes. That is, after all, my goal.”


Some goals shouldn’t be met…