This is the continuing story of the Succubi called Storm Clouds…
Took a try at continuing the story, Chapter 22 beings though I think that I need to work more on 21… Been a while since I’ve written and so let’s see if I still can manage it…
Storm Clouds 143
The thing about the Dark was that it was too confident. It thought that it had all of the answers and that no one could oppose it.
That was almost true.
She could, and did . . . regularly.
It had become almost an obsession for her now. There were so few who would challenge the Dark when it appeared, and so it fell to her to do so. It wasn’t a chore or an imposition; it had to be done, and she had seen enough of the Dark and what it was capable of to know that the best thing to do was what she did: drive it mad with anger and make it stop thinking.
Losing the one portal did that. Then letting it stew in its anger had made it get involved intimately with mortals and their world. She wondered if, this time, it would actually learn something from the experience or not.
Making the portal vanish was child’s play for a being like her. If the Dark ever figured out just how powerful she was, it might actually pause to think twice about the plans it had against Tera and her kind.
The thought did make her smile as the portal showing the severed tail reappeared among all of the Dark’s other ones. She stood there for a time, tapping a single pink fingernail against the surface and trying to decide what would be the most unpleasant thing she might do.
She could destroy this portal—the thought had been there before—but she had her own plans, and, for those, this one portal needed to remain, at least for the moment, in spite of what it showed.
The tapping stopped as she placed that hand against the surface and whispered to the awful image that it showed, “It will not be long. Promise.”
And, unlike some beings, she kept her promises.
She turned away, coming to the decision that, for once, just this once, she was going to make the Dark know what it was to lose something valuable.
What followed was the sound of fingernails raking across portal after portal, each of which turned white against the darkness, throwing light into a place which despised it. She didn’t ruin every single one of them, but, when she was done, she had left the Dark but three portals.
She thought that she just might be able to hear the scream of anger from it from three universes away when it returned to see what she had done here, and that thought made her smile slightly.
She glanced once more at the portals that remained, satisfied that this would be a problem for it, that it would have to spend effort and time repairing the damage if it could, and that, thankfully, might give the others needed time to figure out what was happening and where.
As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t actually get involved in the battle or make choices for those involved. It was, after all, necessary that all beings make their own choices, no matter how wrong or ill-advised they might well be.
Still, she had one thing that the Dark didn’t have: trust. Trust in others, trust that they would make good choices, but, most of all, trust in that one person that saved her life so long ago and, in doing so, changed her own universe for the better.
She would always owe that person for that gift.
She passed into the ether, on her way to where she needed to be. If the Dark could get involved with mortals, she could as well … to a point. But first she needed to talk to someone who needed to understand that some paths were not worth following.
Following the path of one who owed the succubi—and Tera, in particular—her life … that was the most foolish thing that it had ever done.
And it would soon learn.
As for the Dark, possessing one of its pawns was distasteful. But there was little choice. That damnable creature had cost him his watch over the tail. The one thing that would, if its plans went to completion, cause the barriers to fall before it and thus have what it wanted most.
But having to deal with a corporal form? That was something that it did not enjoy in the slightest. Emotions, thoughts, images from this pawn were getting caught between its own thoughts and, as well, it knew that its own thoughts would be mixing the other way.
But the important thoughts, the ones that it needed for itself, those it kept under lock and key, or so the Dark would believe. The problem was, as it always was, that nothing is ever completely closed off when beings merge, even if only for a short time.
Fingerprints leave smudges, after all …
It took the Dark some time to return to where the tail was kept. The wards around the place made it impossible for someone to appear there without seeing the place first and entering at one specific spot. From the outside there were traps and obstacles that it knew would stop any magic user from getting close.
But this pawn was tuned to the place and the wards would fall before it. Even so, the time … the time was taking far too long for the Dark’s liking.
And so time passed, the Dark fumed, and the universe turned …
“I think I am?”
Tom looked behind him expecting to see Camilla there, and she was… sort of.
It was Camilla, but her tail and horns were grey instead of black and her hair had turned color from blonde to purple. Tom couldn’t stop the words that came out, “I liked the blonde and black better Camilla.”
And Tom paused. He was pretty sure that Camilla didn’t smirk.
“It’s a long story Tom and right now we haven’t got the time.”
And that was wrong as well. Camilla never called him Tom. Mary Ann tried to get away again and Tom was forced into flipping her over, straddling her, and then locking her wrists together with handcuffs before sitting on her legs. Having some control of the situation, he looked at Camilla and said, “We’ve got the time. You want to let me in on why the style change? Got tired of your hair color or something?”
She ran her left hand through her hair, pulling on it slightly, “Okay, short version: I’m Camilla’s bad side, I’m a bitch, I’m nothing like her, and you don’t want to screw with me. That good enough for you?”
“I’m never going to understand this am I?”
She smirked again, “Oh I dunno… You’d make an interesting Incubi… I can put in a good word for you if you’re up for it?”
Tom shook his head, “Thanks but I have enough issues with my life as it is. The universe isn’t what I knew it was, there are people, like you, that are legends and I am supposed to deal with that. Oh yes, and I am acting under the command of a Queen of a race of beings that exist on sex and pleasure and I have no idea why I should be, but I’m doing it anyway.”
She nodded, “Tera does have her ways doesn’t she? At least she isn’t using that pitchfork of hers on you. Mind you, some like that sort of thing…”
“So what do I call you? Not Camilla or Punkie Brewster or what?”
She leaned down so that they looked into each other’s eyes, “You really want to know who I am?”
Tom didn’t finch, “I trust Camilla. She’s proven herself. I don’t trust you.”
She nodded, “Good. Backbone and will. I can see why Tera wants your help. You can call me Nina.”
“All right. Nina it is. Tell me something, seriously, does every one of you have an ‘a’ at the end of your name?”
She laughed, “No… Just some of us do. Congratulations Tom, you just endeared yourself to me. Camilla will be pleased to know that, make sure you tell her when you see her again.”
The smirk vanished and she looked past Tom to Mary Ann on the floor beneath him, “You mind getting off her? She and I have… a past.”
“Good or bad?”
“I won’t kill her. At least not just yet.”
“If I don’t?”
“Then I’ll have to move you Tom. You don’t want me to I promise you.”
Tom got up and moved to the side. Nina reached down and pulled Mary Ann to her knees by the hand cuffs before grasping her chin. “Hello bitch. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. How long has it been?
The fear in Mary Ann only allowed a quiet whisper of an answer to come, “Babylon.”
“That’s right. As I remember it, you came into my temple and tried to turn my followers didn’t you? You corrupted them from the top down and in the end you were responsible for how many deaths?”
“I don’t know.”
“I do. I remember them very well. You watched as they fought, hundreds of them falling to your promises of riches that were hidden from them. And when it was over, what did they find inside the walls?”
Mary Ann closed her eyes, “Because everything they gave you, you returned to them… and more. You… you cared about cattle and…”
Tom didn’t see Nina’s hand as it struck Mary Ann sending her sprawling across the floor.
“They are not cattle you worthless bitch. They are more than you will ever be and ever can be. You can’t understand that can you?”
There was no answer and Nina pulled her once again to her knees by the handcuffs, “Here’s the deal. You tell us what’s going on and who’s in charge and i won’t kill you today. You lie to me, and I’ll start taking you apart one piece at a time…”
She extended her left hand and to Tom’s shock a silver sword appeared in her hand, flames dancing alone the blade. Tom thought he could heard the sword… growling?
She placed the edge against Mary Ann’s neck, “You know what this is. You know exactly what will happen if I strike you with it. Camilla wouldn’t, she follows the new ways, but I don’t. So make up your mind, right now. and tell me why you are here, and what you have done to Ginger.”
Tom coughed, “Nina… You said you wouldn’t kill her.”
She didn’t look at Tom, “Oh this won’t kill her. It will however take away what makes her special. What she is, she won’t be anymore.”
A cruel smile appeared, “And since she is so enamored with being immortal…”
Mary Ann closed her eyes, “You are a fool. I serve powers greater than you. You’ll never leave this room alive if you harm me.”
“Oh I’ve already harmed you. Now I’ll cripple you…”
And she pulled the blade back and then swung it towards Mary Ann’s neck…