Dec 20 2014

I admit that I laughed at this short YouTube film called Succubus

I found a YouTube of a short student film that was produced in 2010 recently, The synopsis of the film really doesn’t quite tell the entire story. A young man gets more than he bargained for when he uncovers the deadly secret of the new girl in town.

It is a horror comedy, the emphasis on the comedy, and I have to admit that a lot of the scenes were so over the top that I couldn’t help but laugh through most of the film.

And if you cannot see the video here on the Tale, try this link:

While the film has some moments where I rolled my eyes, and yes the Succubus… well… you’ll have to watch the video, but she isn’t exactly “sexy” in her true form. To be honest I liked her more when she looked human, but the confusion and comedy when she revealed herself was just too funny to not have to watch a few times over…

I especially liked the correction of the plural form of the word Succubus and the lovely bit of beating around the bush when it came to the question of “life force” as well. Honestly I can set aside all of the silliness for the really cute and touching moment between the Succubus and her… well… Really I can’t call him a victim.

And it proves one important thing… Succubi do, in fact, know what a good guy looks like…



Dec 19 2014

How could the Lost Girl lose Kenzi anyway?

For me, as a fan of Lost Girl, I feel like the heart of the series was taken away in this week’s episode when Kenzi said goodbye. From my perspective, and it is only my thoughts after all, I feel like what kept Bo centered, connected to her humanity, has been pulled out from under her in a way that seems… to quick and cheap for my liking. It’s something that seems to be an ongoing theme in the series when I think about it in that piece by piece, anyone that Bo’s ever cared about has been yanked away from her.

When I look at the characters at the beginning of the series, they “connected” in certain ways that strengthened them all as a group and individually. But then we lost Hale, which honestly did the most damage to the characters than any other event in the series. Then Kenzi was lost, then found, then she was lost again. The question becomes… who’s next? Who does Bo lose next around her and is that what pushes her over the edge into madness?

Looking at the episode titles in the future that I have seen, there seems to be a theme of Bo going off the rails and turning “dark” and I really can’t bring myself to accept that. It feels like the end game of the season will be to put Bo on her own, alone, just as she was in the beginning. Bringing the series around to end where it begins will be, I promise you, the biggest heartbreak that the fans will ever have. I hope I am wrong about this, but… we’ll see.

The second episode of the fifth season, also episode sixty-two of the Lost Girl TV series, was this week. Bo meets her Stepmother and lights a candle, which only brings on the dark. Dyson gets kissed, and seems not to love Bo any more. Tamsin talks about hair to another Valkyrie which almost starts a cat-fight while Trick just sets the table for a party. And Kenzi finds the exit and walks away from everyone, once more on her own…

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This is the second review of the fifth season of of Lost Girl. A summary of this episode has been added to the SuccuWiki, but won’t be adding my commentary to the articles there as that is what the Tale is for….

Bo should learn that when someone you love is leaving, you should fight…


Like Hell, Part II


The episode opens with a recap of the previous episode including: Bo discovering Kenzi in her hotel room in Valhalla, The Helskor merging with Bo’s feet, then Bo vanishing in front of Lauren as Dyson reads from Tamsin’s diary about what the one wearing the Helskor will be able to do. Bo arriving in Valhalla, then accompanying Kenzi to her wedding as Trick explains that souls are sent to different realms and Bo wondering if she and Kenzi where in Heaven rather than Hel. Freya telling Kenzi that she belonged to Bo’s father, Bo taking her place and then being sent away, Bo seen in the elevator as she travels to her father and Trick commenting that someone wants Bo to bring Hell on Earth. Dyson is shown forcing open the Gates to Valhalla as Lauren’s possessed voice tells of Kenzi being sent back to her body, then Kenzi is shown lighting a match, trapped in her grave.

The episode begins with an image of Kenzi’s grave marker and the sound of Kenzi (Ksenia Solo) screaming for help. Kenzi is then seen in her coffin, banging on the lid and continuing to scream for help, adding: “What the fudge man! I was a beautiful bride enjoying unlimited wealth and bar privileges and now I’m stuck in my own grave!” After banging on the lid a bit more, Kenzi begins to hyperventilate and she tries to calm herself down by telling herself: “It’s okay, you can do this K-star, this is cosey.” Then the match she is holding goes out and as darkness falls she begins to whisper “No… no… no…” Kenzi lights another match and continues: “It’s okay. You love to lay down. It’s a nap. A dirt nap! For ever and ever! Oh for the love of…. HELP!” and then Kenzi bangs at the lid of the coffin again as the match goes out again, but at the same time there is a scratching noise that begins nearby and the voices of Dyson (Kristen Holden-Ried) and Lauren (Zoie Palmer) can be heard calling out her name and Kenzi screams back in answer to them.

Lauren and Dyson are then seen rolling Kenzi on a stretcher into the clinic that Lauren had been seen working in the episode before. Kenzi is delirious as Dyson and Lauren tend to her, Kenzi telling Lauren that: “I’ve never been so happy to see your stuck up mug in all of my life.” Kenzi looks at Dyson’s fingers which are covered in dirt and tells him: “Did you bother to get a man-mani like I taught you? Just cause i died… God do I even want to look at your feet?” Lauren looks at a piece of broken pottery and then returns her attention to Kenzi as Dyson tells Kenzi: “It’s good to have you back” and Kenzi asks Lauren: “You dug? With a shovel. Dyson on the other hand…” Kenzi makes digging motions with her hands as Lauren continues: “Took me back, you know I used to have a Schnauzer…” Dyson helps Kenzi up and then asks Kenzi where Bo is. Kenzi explains that Bo “traded herself for me” and when Lauren asks to who Bo traded herself to, Kenzi does not answer as the scene ends.

Bo (Anna Silk) is seen laying on the elevator floor as the door opens, Bo then leaving the elevator to find herself in a dark world of shadows. Stepping out of the elevator, Bo finds Kenzi’s wedding bouquet and calls out Kenzi’s name as she looks around to find that she is beside a old fountain that has no water in it and a series of doorways and passages in front of her. Bo calls out, but there is no answer save for the echoing of her voice and she wonders: “What the hell is this?” As she approaches one of the entrances to what seems to be a maze she calls out: “I never was any good at mazes. Maybe because you never taught me how. Let’s make up for some lost time… Shall we?… Dad.” Bo then chooses one of the passage and enters, the area then being revealed to be a vast endless maze in front of her.

After the very brief opening sequence theme, the episodes continues with Lauren examining Kenzi. Kenzi complaining as Lauren checks her eyes: “Seriously, how bright does that have to be? They’re eyeballs move on!” Lauren asks Kenzi if she has any idea where Bo is but Kenzi explains that she was taken by the Valkyries well before she could see exactly what happened to Bo and asks what they should do to help Bo. Lauren tells Kenzi that she wants to be sure that Kenzi is okay first, telling Kenzi that Dyson is “likely already back at the Gates by now making sure they stay open for Bo.” Lauren then walks over to a counter to take another device to check Kenzi and then complains that a new nurse has put some of her equipment in the wrong places. Lauren then returns to Kenzi and when Kenzi sees what Lauren has in her hand warns: “Touch me with that and you’ll need a new nose.” Lauren explains that all she has is a tongue depressor to which Kenzi replies: “My tongue is perfectly pressed. I’ve gotten maj compliments about it. Seriously, I’m fine! Do I need to prancersize around your fancy office to prove it?” Lauren begs Kenzi: “It’s only a checkup could you please… just… please?” as she motions for Kenzi to get back on the examination table again, but warns Lauren: “You can check me up all you want but without the Doctor Giggles tools.” When Lauren takes Kenzi’s hand, Kenzi exclaims: “Crikey! Your hands are colder than a Yeti’s snow nads!” Lauren replies: “If it sounds like Kenzi and it looks like Kenzi… Your heart, it’s racing.” Kenzi then begins to shake which worries Lauren, but Kenzi exclaims: “I’m Russian! I shake!” and then Kenzi tells Lauren she needs a drink and starts looking for some in Lauren’s lab, asking Lauren if she has any “Prescription Vodka set aside for courage?” Lauren removes a flask from a cabinet with the comment: “Do Yeti’s chill their nads on ice?” and Kenzi replies: “Did I mention how happy I am to see you?” As Lauren opens the flask she replies: “Twice.” Kenzi thanks Lauren for not removing her liver for science and Lauren replies: “Science couldn’t take the hangover.” Lauren asks Kenzi if she knew that Bo never stopped looking for a way to get to Kenzi and Kenzi tells Lauren that Bo will be fine, that she can feel it inside and it’s like Bo is right there in the room with them. As Kenzi and Lauren take a drink, across the lab a beaker slides off a countertop and falls to the floor with a crash. This makes them both pause and look around in confusion, wondering if Bo is there in the room with them, Kenzi adding that the room has suddenly become very cold. There is a squeaking noise which draws their attention to a glass cabinet door on which the word help is written. Kenzi exclaims that Bo is a “MotherFae’n ghost” and Lauren in confusion agrees, then Kenzi adds: “More vodka” as they both down their drinks.

Meanwhile at the Gates to Valhalla, Stacey (Katie Corbett) arrives and makes her way to the Gates, intending to close them, but Dyson intervenes and stops her, warning: “I wouldn’t do that.” Stacey looks at Dyson and comments: “Unless you are some kind of bearded Valkyrie I haven’t heard of, you shouldn’t even be seeing this.” Dyson replies: “I’ve seen a lot of things I shouldn’t have. But if you close this gate you might not see anything again.” Stacey is unimpressed by this and warns Dyson: “I think you are confusing who can hurt who here.” Stacey then threatens to call the other Valkyrie, and Dyson replies: “If they look anything like you. be my guest.” Stacey introduces herself, and as Dyson kisses her hand, he reveals his name to her. Stacey then reveals that this is the first time she has been away from Valhalla in decades and when Dyson asks what her assignment is, Stacey reveals that she needs: “a soul to replace this pocket Russian human.” Dyson is confused as asks how it is that Stacey can take just any soul to which she replies: “Since the unaligned Succubus upset the balance of Valhalla.” When she sees that Dyson reacts to this, Stacey comments: “You know her don’t you?” Dyson replies: “Everyone knows the unaligned Succubus.” Stacey then reveals to Dyson that she needs to find a soul that is close to Bo’s heart at Freya’s request. When Stacey asks: “Where is your heart? Do you love her?” Dyson replies: “I don’t even know her. Not really. But I know who does.” Stacey tells Dyson that she didn’t want to kill him anyway and after Dyson thanks her, Stacey adds: “Holy Odin, your jawline is insanely distracting.” When Stacey starts to leave, Dyson offers to help her noting that he “knows this territory inside and out.” Stacey agrees and the two leave, the Gates left open by Dyson as they do so.

Bo is seen walking through the maze and as she does so, there is the sound of Kenzi crying around her. begging for Bo’s help. Bo yells that there was a deal and that Kenzi was supposed to be safe as she darts around looking for Kenzi. Kenzi’s crying turns into laughter and then a mix of voices surrounds Bo, they being of Dyson, Lauren and others which all play upon Bo’s fears and concerns. The voices still for a moment and Bo hears something move past her, she calling out: “Who’s there?” Bo realizes that the voices are all a trick to confuse her and she comments that it will not work, but then something strikes her in the leg and when she looks to see what has happened, she is bleeding there. When Bo looks up, a creature is there with her that taunts: “You just got bitchsnacked.”

After the first commercial break, Bo confronts the creature, taunting them: “You are the one responsible for all of this? Funny, I thought you would be scarier.” The creature’s voice changes as they reply: “I thought you’d be hotter.” The two argue for a moment, then there is the sound of a bird cooing and landing nearby Bo glances at it and turns away, but then looks in that direction again when a woman’s voice gets her attention. The new woman tells Bo to ignore the words of doubt or she will be trapped there, the creature using Dyson’s voice to tell her to give up at the same time. The woman explains that Bo has to choose what and what not to hear in order to escape, Bo commenting: “I don’t need a life coach bird-girl I need a way out.” The woman tells Bo: “The true voice is the key.” When the creature tells Bo that she was never loved by Lauren, Bo replies: “Okay, now you are just making me mad.” before kicking the creature which makes it run off. The woman tells Bo that she has conquered her doubts and defeated the maze, which reveals the path out. Bo comments: “What a welcome” and the woman replies: “It is the way of Tartarus.” Bo is then told that “a prisoner can go one of two ways” and when Bo asks the woman which way she went, the woman does not reply, but notes that Bo is injured. When Bo asks where her father is, the woman tells Bo that her father must never know that she helped Bo and then guides Bo away from where she arrived.

The scene then shifts to the lobby of the hotel where Bo first arrived which is in darkness, no one else in the area besides Bo and the woman, and it seems to be almost abandoned, the furniture covered and disused. The woman tells Bo that her father would: “never allow you to perish, he would never afford you that sweet release.” Bo tells the woman that she has been here before, but the woman explains: “This is Tartarus, a prison, a hell. You came from Valhalla didn’t you?” Bo explains that she seems to remember the place from somewhere else, but she cannot remember where. The woman warns Bo that she must find a way out before Tartarus finds a way to keep her, and warns Bo that Tartarus will because it always does. Bo presses on, explaining that she needs to see her father but the woman refuses to allow Bo to see her father in her injured condition as they continue to walk through the lobby.

Elsewhere, Kenzi is at Bo’s place and looking around at the nick-nacks and items that are laying around. Trick (Richard Howland) enters and welcomes Kenzi home and the two embrace as Kenzi replies with a lot of hesitation in her voice: “Trickster! Right. Home. it’s… good to be back.” Trick asks Kenzi is she was sure that the spirit that Kenzi and Lauren had contact with was Bo and Kenzi replies that it communicated with them and Kenzi insists that she knows a familiar ghost “when she sees one.” Trick asks if Kenzi has considered if it could be something else and Kenzi replies: “Ghost Dad? Ghost Swayze?” Trick explains that there are Fae spirits that “become angry when they are improperly entombed or disturbed.” Kenzi reminds Trick: “Bo gave up her soul to save mine and now she could be trapped in some netherworld with daddy dearest, it’s worth the risk. It won’t go Baba Yaga I promise.”

Trick then opens a bag and reveals the Ouija board that he and Hale had used during the webisode Prophecy and as he gives it to Kenzi, he asks where Lauren is. Kenzi explains that Lauren is “Upstairs washing dirt out of places that she didn’t even know she had and she’s a doctor and she knows all of her places.” Trick then tells Kenzi that he is returning to his lair and will try to find out more a bout what is going on, but begs Kenzi to be careful what she does next as “conjuring spirits is never simple.” Kenzi replies: “Nothing we do ever really is, is it?”

Returning to Bo, she is being looked after by the woman, but to little effect as her injuries are more than what a bandage can deal with, mentioning that she might “have to this my way.” The woman is surprised and asks Bo if she can heal herself, which Bo admits that she can do, but: “It takes two. You want to help?” The woman nods in agreement and then she and Bo kiss which then allows Bo to take some Chi from the woman as well. Bo then strengthens and the pair then begin to share an intimate moment together. Elsewhere, Lauren has come from the shower and lays down in Bo’s bed, commenting: “Shovel plus vodka equals woozy.” Lauren then closes her eyes and seems to fall into a light sleep. What follows are two scenes that run in parallel to each other. Whatever Bo does to the woman, for example tugging down clothing, is mirrored on Lauren as well. The two scenes mixing and merging together as they unfold until Lauren is awoken by Kenzi entering the room and exclaiming: “Got it!” Lauren is confused for a moment, tugging her clothing back into place as she realizes that Kenzi has the Ouija Board they need in order to try to contact Bo. Kenzi tells Lauren: “This is seriously spiritual shit that is not to be messed with.” and tells Lauren that they must be sure they are talking to Bo because other spirits will do anything to cross back over to Earth through the board. Lauren insists that it is Bo, but can’t, stumbling over her words until Kenzi realizes what happen and says: “Oh. Ew. Well at least you weren’t getting it on with a decorative pillow.” Kenzi tells calls out into the air” Vagmission received BoBo!” and then tells Lauren as she walks away: “Let’s get Gypsy!”

Meanwhile, Bo thanks the woman for helping her heal and the woman replies: “One is always starving in Tartarus. The key is knowing what and what not to eat.” Bo comments that she “remembers this myth” adding “My history teacher was this pro rugby player with thighs like…” Bo then realizes what the myth is, exclaiming: “The girl that ate six pomegranate seeds. There’s no way…” The woman (Hannah Anderson) replies: “I am Persephone. Daughter of Demeter. Wife of Hades. And I am your Stepmother.”

After another commercial break, Bo is running away from Persephone, seeking her father to confront him and not listening to Persephone’s warnings. Persephone tells of Hades stealing her from her mother and bringing her to the underworld and that Bo does not want to meet him. Bo is beside herself realizing that she had sex with a member of her family and continues to run from door to door, trying each one in her search. Persephone tells Bo: “Six thousand years I must dwell in the darkness for six weeks above ground. You do not want to be here.” Bo questions this, and Persephone continues: “When my time comes the Artemis flame is my way out.” She also adds that Hades took the flame and she has not seen it since then. Bo demands to know where her father is, but Persephone insists that she does not know, but she has heard that Bo’s father is very angry with her. Bo becomes incensed and as she continues to try various doors she exclaims: “He tried to trick me into ending the world. He lured my best friend into a portal so that I would go after her. And now he sent his child bride to seduce me? It never ends does it?” Persephone insists that Bo’s father did not send her, but Bo does not care to listen to her. Persephone then tells Bo: “When you get angry you look exactly like him.” Bo demands that Persephone help find her father, insisting that she is not scared, but Persephone tells Bo: “You should be. He’s King of the Underworld. A Fae that is perceived as a god.” Bo replies: “He’s an asshole, perceived by me as an asshole.” Persephone begs Bo to leave before she is trapped forever, but Bo refuses: “No. Not until I’ve had my say.” Bo then pauses in front of a strange door that is unlike any of the others, commenting: “What’s behind door number spooky?” Persephone tells Bo she cannot enter, but Bo replies: “All I heard is that my father is on the other side of that door.”

Meanwhile, Dyson and Stacey are at the Dal Riata drinking. When Stacey asks what they are celebrating, Dyson replies: “The end of the Una Mens and that Evony is no longer The Morrigan.” Dyson adds that the Dal has become: “Ground zero for our flirtation with DemocroFaecy.” He also adds that “everyone wants to follow in the footsteps of the unaligned Succubus.” After Stacey comments that the Dal smells better than her normal bar, Trick approaches and asks: “Have you seen her?” Dyson replies that he hadn’t and then introduces Stacey saying that she’s in town “for some hearts and souls”, Trick replying that if there is anything he can do to help to let him know. After Trick leaves, Stacey asks which “her” Trick was talking about, but Dyson brushes that off saying that everyone is curious about where Bo is at the moment. Stacey comments: “Looks like he cares. Might do for Frejya. Nobel barkeep Heart of gold.” Dyson diverts her attention by referring to Trick having a “heart of a drunk” and that Trick “lives up to his name, he’s a liar. He’s into some very unsavoury things. Pixies.” Stacey is a bit shocked as she replies: “At his age?” Dyson’s phone rings as Lauren calls him, but Dyson turns off his phone instead of answering. Stacey then demands to know who’s soul she will have and Dyson suggests: “Her lover. Her confidant. He fought by her side, she fed off him when she needed it most. Even gave his love to The Norn for her.” Stacey replies: “Sounds like a tool. Where is he?” Dyson then answers: “He’s the last of his kind. A Mesmer. Goes by the name Vex.” When Dyson suggests that the go get Vex, Stacey kisses Dyson deeply and then afterwards explains: “I just had to make sure you weren’t that huy that loved Bo.” Tamsin (Rachel Skarsten) then arrives and tells Dyson to: “Step away from the skank.” Dyson and Tamsin greet each other and then comments about Dyson “playing tonsil-hockey with…” and Stacey finishes “your successor? Just cause you couldn’t finish the job.” Dyson asks what job Stacey is talking about and Tamsin replies: “The job to return Bo to her father” and Dyson then drags Tamsin away from Stacey where he rants over Tamsin betraying Bo again, but Tamsin insists that she was trying to help Bo, but something happen and she was “activated like some sort of sleeper cell.” Tamsin then calls Stacey her: “Very evil sister” which Dyson is shocked by, commenting: “Oh that’s not right.” When they turn back to look at Stacey, she has left and taken Dyson’s phone with her. Tamsin insists that Dyson return to the Valhalla gates to keep them from closing as they are Bo’s only way out. When Dyson asks what Tamsin is going to do, she replies: “Don’t worry about that one. I’ve been wanting to school her since Valkyrie High.”

Bo in the meantime has entered the room and finds it to be very familiar, having a flashback to what she saw during her Dawning when she encountered what seemed to be her father and the events that happened to conspire to free her from him. Bo tells Persephone: “I know this place. During my Dawning this is where I was… I was born in Hell.” Bo then walks towards a large cage in the room as Persephone explains: “They only let her hold you to feed you. I remember when he brought her here. I used to hear her wails through the vents. Hades used to gloat over what his daughter would become. A Queen capable of dominion over life and death. There were guards then. A midwife, lots of people. But they fled when Hades began to lose his power.” Bo promises: “I won’t stop until he’s as powerless as she was.” Bo then walks into the cage and peels off a section of wallpaper, then another, until a crude drawing is revealed of what appears to be Aife holding Bo and escaping with her which makes Bo whisper: “Oh Mom.” Persephone tells Bo that Aife intended for them to leave Hel together but she realized that only one of them could and she, according to Persephone, “let you go.” Bo whispers: “She loved me.” and Persephone replies: “My mother did too. Before Hades took me away from her.” Bo then warns Persephone: “If this is another trick, I will pluck out every single one of your pretty little feathers.” Persephone is unimpressed, saying that Bo’s father would do worse if he knew that she had allowed Bo to see what she had. Bo muses: “Thirty years of lost birthdays? I think he can pony up one candle.” Persephone tells Bo she has to find another way out and that her father “takes no company” Bo refutes this with: “I am not company. I am the one he has been waiting for.”

Leaving the room and continuing down a hallway, Persephone explains: “The Artemis Moon Candle was the last thing my mother gave me before the Earth swallowed me whole.” Bo comments: “Like in Tremors. Kenzi’s second favorite Kevin Bacon movie.” Persephone continues: “Demeter knew that Hades abhors light and it could illuminate my way home.” Bo jokes: “Where does Pops keep it? A junk drawer? Toolbox in the garage?” They arrive at the elevator and Persephone calls the elevator for Bo, after Bo enters she tells Persephone that she is sorry about what happened before and that: “I’m not sure that I could have been as brave as you were in this place.” Persephone tells Bo: “I heard tales of your courage. Your bravery. Battling all that you had to face. I figured… So could I.” The elevator doors close and Bo is alone one more in the elevator, looking at all of the buttons on the walls. Bo clutches her chest as her father’s mark glows brightly and then the elevator bell sounds and a different button begins to glow blue which Bo presses, the button marked PH for Penthouse.

When the doors open again, Bo is in another darkened space and Bo calls out into the room: “I can hear you breathing Dad.” As she walks further into the space, Bo continues: “Dad. I’ve waited so long to say that. To talk to you. Wondering who you really are.” Bo moves further into the darkness, calling out: “Are you going to come and face me? You’ve been hiding all these years. Why would that change now.” Further into the darkness, Bo continues: “You aren’t my family. You’re nothing. You’re darkness and I’m not walking into it. Keep hiding. I don’t want to meet you. I never want to meet you. I’m not going to jeopardize the people I love back home just to meet you. I know need to know who you are to know myself. If you want to see me, it’ll be on my terms. With my true family who would never abandon me.”

Bo then emerges from the darkness to find a candle covered in spiderweb and approaches it. Bo continues: “I will never be what you want me to be.: Bo then takes hold of the candle and removes it from where it sits, continuing to speak: “What I am going to do, is take everything you have. You don’t like it? Come and get me.” Bo then turns and walks away, next being seen rushing into the elevator and pressing a button to make the doors close. The doors begin to close and almost do, but a man reaches his arm through the gap and grasps Bo by the throat.

After another commercial break, Bo is seen clutching at the hand at her throat, but nothing is seen of the man himself save his arm, which is in black, and his hand at Bo’s throat. Bo exclaims: “No. Not like this. Not from you.” Bo’s eyes glow blue as she continues: “You’re not a god. You’re a coward. But not me because my mother taught me how to fight.” Bo then breaks free and the doors close, Bo gasping for air and then slumping to the floor of the elevator and crying.

Back at Bo’s place, Kenzi asks Lauren: “So are you going to swallow the ritual blood sausage willingly or am I going to have to hold you down?” Lauren thinks a moment, then answers: “You are going to have to hold me down, yeah.” Kenzi looks at Lauren: “Are you kidding me? Dude I grew up sandsing the shit out of spirits. Right now Bo’s all spiritually and invisibly once we’re done she’ll be back to her fully formed Chi gravity defying sex maneuvering self.” Lauren suggests they wait for Trick, but Kenzi insists there is no time and “gets her shit” together, beginning the seance. Kenzi then calls out to the spirits in Russian looking for Bo to answer her. As Kenzi continues the chant, the Ouija board begins to move, a wind blows through the room and the candles start to flicker until a chest opens by itself and Kenzi asks: “Bo?”

Meanwhile, Bo and Persephone are rushing through the hallways. Persephone asks what Bo did and she replies: “Exactly the opposite of what he expected me to do. We’re leaving. Now.” Persephone tells Bo that she cannot leave because this escape is only meant for Bo alone. Persephone also reveals that she is bound to the centre of the maze, which is the hotel, and she cannot leave until “my six thousand years are up. Only you have the Helskor, only you are the one.” Bo hesitates and explains that she leaves no one behind, but Persephone insists she go, but tells Bo: “Light my candle when you are home, for my family, so they know that I am safe. That I never stop thinking of them.” Bo promises that she will, somehow, release Persephone from her fate, but Persephone tells Bo she must leave as the darkness begins to fall around them both. Bo asks what will happen to her and Persephone replies: “Your father lost interest in me a long time ago. Besides, I’ve gotten very good at hiding.” Bo promises to light the candle and Persephone tells her: “It’s important to let the light in Bo, sometimes that’s all that keeps the dark at bay.” Bo then glows with a bright light as the scene is overpowered by it.

Lauren and Kenzi in the meantime are hiding behind a couch, Kenzi asks if Lauren might have disturbed a Fae spirit when they were freeing her which makes Lauren think a moment and then looks at the shard of an urn she has with her, realizing that they are being haunted by an Edimmu. Kenzi freaks out over this and then the two argue over what happened, Lauren explaining that he hoped it was Bo, Kenzi commenting that Lauren had sex with it, and Lauren yelling back: “It kissed my neck!” Lauren then tells Kenzi that the spirit is caught in Trick’s Oujia board and they have to destroy it. Lauren then starts to make a move for the board, but then pulls back when things are thrown at her.

Meanwhile, at the Gates to Valhalla, Dyson is fighting to keep the gates open as Bo appears. Bo comments: “Nice grip Hercules” and Dyson replies: “Glad you could make it.” Bo ducks past Dyson and then he follows Bo out of Valhalla as the gates slam shut behind them both. Bo thanks Dyson for waiting for her, and he replies: “Always” as they leave.

Back at Bo’s apartment, Lauren gets her nerve together and races out from behind the couch, screaming as she does so. Grabbing the board, Lauren takes it to the fireplace where Kenzi sets it on fire with an improvised flame thrower which seems to end the threat at last, the two high-fiving each other afterwards. Lauren comments: “That definitely was not Bo.” Kenzi asks where Bo is, but before Lauren can answer, Stacey enters the room calls out: “Hello Bo-friends. I need to feast on one of your souls. Any volunteers?”

Following another commercial break, Stacey rants over Dyson trying to “sell Vex as a soul that Bo gave a shit about.” Lauren comments: “Yeah, well, they have shared undergarments.” Stacey then reveals that Dyson’s texts reveals Bo’s love for Lauren and then offers: “I can make this fast or I can make this slow, I’m in no hurry to get back to my shift in Valhalla. Tips are shit.” Lauren offers herself to Stacey, but Kenzi offers herself adding that she “hasn’t lost my lady balls.” Stacey then reveals that Bo and Frejya made a deal and she cannot take Kenzi’s soul. Stacey then teases Lauren with the necklace that she gave Bo saying: This is better, you hold a particularly special place in Bo’s heart.” Lauren exclaims: That was a gift!” and when Kenzi demands Stacey return the necklace, Stacey uses her powers to cause Kenzi to fall unconscious, but before she does, Kenzi manages: “Or whateves, good luck ‘Lo.” Lauren reminds Stacey that she cannot have her soul unless she is dead, but Stacey answers: “That can be arranged” as she grabs Lauren by the hair. Tamsin enters the room and tells Stacey to let go of Lauren, Stacey’s answer being: “I beg your pardon?” Tamsin tells Stacey that she’s going back to Valhalla with nothing and to “find out what it’s like to be in Frejya’s bad books for once.” Stacey reminds Tamsin that Valhalla’s books will not be balanced, and Tamsin replies: “Well, so are my boobs but I make do.” Stacey then taunts: “Oh Tamsin, on your last life are you sure you want to pick mortals over your Valkyrie sisters?” Tamsin comments: “Oh Stacey, do you really consider those girls your sisters? Maybe you should ask who coined the term ‘brace face Stace’ in high school.” Kenzi asks what’s going on and Lauren replies that it is a “Valkyrie on Valkyrie doubt-off.” Stacey tells Tamsin: “I’m just trying to be a good friend here, but I think you should know they call you the doormat at Valhalla’s Gates. Don’t you think you should stand up for yourself?” Tamsin hits back with: “And I want to be an equally good friend and tell you that you need to look in the mirror because ‘The Rachel’ is so last century. Plus your roots are showing.” Stacie’s voice trembles as she accuses Tamsin: “You know the rules! A Valkyrie’s hair is off limits!” Then drops Lauren’s necklace and rushes away, crying, and telling Tamsin: “I’ll be back!” with Tamsin calling out after her: “I’ll be here.” Kenzi asks: “Tamsin-Tamsin or Tamsin-from-the-Shining?” Tamsin smiles and replies: “Tamsin-Tamsin” and then she and Kenzi hug each other.

The next scene begins in the Dal Riata where Bo, Dyson, Lauren, Trick, Tamsin and Kenzi are celebrating. Trick toasts: “To Kenzi and Bo and all of your brave warriors that helped to bring them home. I’ve never met a stronger, more united force.” Bo asks: “And now we drink?” and Trick agrees. Dyson turns to Tamsin and asks for a truce, saying: “I was alone with a Valkyrie, I improvised.” Tamsin replies: “Yeah. All over Stacey’s mouth. Good job. Plus I’m not jealous. Trust me.” Dyson asks: “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Tamsin offers: “Friends?” and Dyson agrees, the two pinky swearing.

Trick welcomes Bo home and then comments: “Two thousand years.Ten thousand books and yet the afterlife remains a mystery to me. What’s it like?” Bo considers this a moment, then answers: “It’s… um… personal.”

Dyson tells Kenzi he has something for her, Kenzi joking: “Oh please be a hoverboard.” Dyson gives Kenzi a folded sheet of paper, telling her that it is from Hale. Dyson explains that Hale “left it for you in his will.” Kenzi looks at the paper a moment, then folds it up again. She then tells Dyson: “I felt close to him for a second and Dyson he was happy.” Dyson cannot bring himself to answer and the table falls silent for a moment before Lauren comments about getting some wine from the wine cellar and Bo goes along to help.

In the wine cellar, Bo comments to Lauren: “I can’t believe you had ghost sex” which Lauren brushes off with a laugh: “Well it had some patented Bo moves.” Bo asks how Kenzi is doing, and Lauren replies: “She’s good. Her vitals are in check” but Bo shakes her head: “No, I mean Valhalla, an almost wedding to Hale, it’s a lot. I just… don’t know.” Lauren asks if Bo has talked to Kenzi, but Bo asks: “So you burnt the Oujia board once the spirit became trapped.” There is a ghost-like sound as Bo continues: “Since when can you burn a ghost?” Lauren says “I don’t follow” and Bo answers: “No, it’s following you!” The two turn around as a asian-like woman creature moves to attack Lauren, but Kenzi appears from behind and kills the ghost. Lauren gasps: “I thought we burned it. I guess we gave it corporeal form.” Lauren asks Kenzi: How did you know it wasn’t over?” Kenzi tiredly replies: “That’s the thing with the Fae. It’s never over.”

The next scene begins at Bo’s home, Kenzi walking towards Bo as she tells Kenzi that they have: “Chardonnay, Liquorice, Tremors, your second favourite Kevin Bacon movie and Footloose your number one favorite, well it’s everyone’s number one favourite.” Kenzi looks at the floor and tells Bo: “I can’t.” Bo asks: “What’s going on” and Kenzi explains: “I can’t keep being a lost human in the Fae world trying to be Fae. I’m not Fae.” Bo tells Kenzi: “That has never mattered to me.” Kenzi tells Bo: “But it does to me. I have learned so much from you, from everyone. But I just lost the love of my life Bo.” For a moment there is a flashback to the wedding chapel in Valhalla with Hale standing, waiting for Kenzi, his back to her, the scene running in reverse with Kenzi walking backwards away from Hale. Kenzi continues: “I… died.” Bo tells Kenzi that she is there, right now, but Kenzi continues: “Which is why I have a second chance and I need to try something new. Something for me. Something human. And for the first time in I don’t ever remember, I’m okay with that. I need to go.” Kenzi then embraces Bo, Bo hesitates for a long moment, then also embraces Kenzi in return before starting to break down and cry. Kenzi steps away, pauses, looks at Bo, then turns away. Bo walks after her, calling her name, Kenzi replying: “Hale left me some Santiago land off the coast of Spain.” Bo smiles: “Wow. You’ve never been out of the country.” Kenzi replies: “Never even had a legitimate passport. Seems like a sign.” Kenzi then picks up her bag and two suitcases, Bo taking one of them as Kenzi walks to the door. Kenzi opens the front door and turns back to Bo who tells Kenzi: “We’re sisters. We’re in each other’s lives for good.” Kenzi answers with a smile: “Hell, I couldn’t keep you out of my afterlife.” Bo smiles, bravely as she hands Kenzi her suitcase. Bo’s last words to Kenzi are: “I love you Kenzi. Sometimes I think it’s the only thing I am completely sure about.” Kenzi nods once, and her last words to Bo are: “Goodbye Bo.” as she leaves Bo’s life and Bo closes her front door, leaning against it and whispering: “Goodbye Kenzi.”

After the final commercial break, Bo is seen standing in her home, looking into the space around her and saying nothing. She then walks towards one of her windows which has boards across it and then removes several of them with her bare hands. Elsewhere a woman enters an elevator which a number of people are already inside waiting. She talks on her phone idly about her day and how bad it was. She asks about dinner, making the joke: “Tell me you ordered salads for dinner and by salads I mean of course two all meat pizzas?” At that moment, Bo is standing in front of the window, flicking a lighter in her hands and looking at the candle she brought back, and thinking about her promise to Persephone to light it. The scene switches back to the elevator again which shows the woman holding the same candle in both of her hands with a strange smile on her face. Bo’s lighter goes out and the woman returns to normal, a confused expression and looking at her now empty hands. Bo then lights her lighter and then lights the candle, setting it on the windowsill. After closing the lighter, Bo continues to stand at the window looking outwards. The final scene is of the woman in the elevator, the strange expression upon her once more and holding the now lit candle in her hands. The lights in the elevator flicker, go out, and then there is screaming as the episode ends with a black screen.



Fade to black…


Goodbye Kenzi and we thank you. That seemed to be the point of the first two episodes of the season. If it was, then that was handled really badly in many ways I felt. I didn’t have a lot of emotional attachment to the moment Kenzi left because there just wasn’t any emotion. I didn’t feel like Bo was willing to fight for Kenzi like she was before, I don’t feel like Kenzi was Bo’s heart anymore. They didn’t connect like they had in the past and that just took a lot of the enjoyment of seeing Kenzi, of hearing her Kenzisms and so on. Kenzi… wasn’t Kenzi. For that matter Bo wasn’t all that Bo-like either. There was not a lot of Bo thinking, considering, making a choice. It was all reaction and little action. She was pointed in a direction and no matter which way she decided to go, there was no good choice for her. Bo was, for lack of a better word, railroaded into making a choice, doing something she had no concept of, and then… just shrugging and walking away.

It just was a real let down of an episode and because of that it, like the first episode, seemed like a waste of time. Wandering hallways and mazes in the dark didn’t amount to much of anything. Yes there was something Bo’s past told and yes she did meet her Stepmother, but did that actually do anything to push the story along? It felt like it didn’t for me. I think there are other paths that could have been taken, but weren’t. Such as, if only for a moment, showing Bo’s father. Oh that was teased, a glimpse of a hand and a real stalker vibe to him, but… why?

If the point of Bo going to Hel was, in part, to meet her father, then why not get to that point and do so? Let’s have Bo face her father and learn the truth, good or bad or indifferent, and move on. What happened was a long drawn out time waster that ended with more questions than it answered by far. Now, I do understand that you don’t show everything at the beginning of a season, but honestly stumbling around in circles for two entire episodes doesn’t fill me with a lot of hope for the season to come. And it will be a long drawn out one by far if you remember. It is also the last season so why are we wasting time with side adventures again? What does the series gain by spending precious time not getting to the point?

All that ranting aside, getting back to this episode, there is a real change in how the characters relate to each other this season. The warmth, the family… just seems muted and I don’t know why. It actually hurt to see them all around the table together celebrating… and they weren’t. It was more like a wake than a party that they were together. Again, emotionally missing something and it bothers me.

It could well be that this all foreshadows changes to come in the season and in that my concern is who will be the next to leave? From what I think of as the main focus of the series, we have lost Hale and Kenzi. I have the feeling that Trick is next, then The Morrigan and Vex. Beyond that it seems like the series will end on Bo either alone or worse. I just can’t see another end to this season when I see the episode titles in the future.

One last thought about this episode however. Could the writers please make the conscious decision to leave the relationship angle alone for a while? They are falling into having Dyson’s love being questioned again, Tamsin making a move on Dyson, Lauren going in unclear directions as well. Trick isn’t being used much and then there is all of the Morrigan and Vex threads left open. And that actually brings up another thing. It was mentioned that the plot of Kenzi’s promise to The Morrigan isn’t done. That should mean she comes back at least once more in the series. I hope that return is better and more captivating than this one was. Please?


On to the characters in the episode…

Bo… Bit of Boffy, not a lot of Bo and more than a little bit of confusion and hurt. While she did learn a lot this episode, it seems like she doesn’t want to think before acting and the end of this episode really shows that. Opening a door to Hel without thinking about it or asking for advice is wrong and she’s going to be sorry I think in the end. There wasn’t a lot of emotion in Bo this episode, especially with Kenzi’s departure and that didn’t work for me either. I will say that I loved the slinky black dress, that was just stunning on her, but that alone isn’t enough for her.

Dyson…So many questions about his love again and that is getting old. The series has been down this road before, several times, and wouldn’t it be great to have a focus on something else about him? Maybe there will be a Bo/Dyson/Tamsin/Lauren love rectangle coming. I know some shippers that would be thrilled by that concept. I did like some of the “cute” moments with Dyson, I did smile at his dealings with Stacey and that was lovely to see.

Kenzi… Not happy at all about what happened. This isn’t how I saw her leaving the series and it just felt wrong. Kenzi didn’t really act like Kenzi in this episode, she didn’t have the same snark in her attitude, she didn’t have the same force of will either. She seemed to be sleepwalking through a lot of the episode and that… just made me sigh unhappily. I remember the Kenzi that could use a sword, I remember the Kenzi that would kick the butt of any Fae she could. I remember the Kenzi that was Bo’s heart and wouldn’t leave her for anything. And now she does like this. Off to Spain to live in a place that Hale left her. I get the feeling that she won’t be free of the Fae that easily and my one fear is that Bo will be told that someone killed Kenzi. That had better not happen. Not after all that Kenzi’s been through, seen, and helped Bo survive. I suppose this will be the last favourite Kenzi line ever here on the Tale: “So are you going to swallow the ritual blood sausage willingly or am I going to have to hold you down?” I just about spit my Diet Coke across the room when that happened…

Trick. Tending bar, serving drinks and not a lot else. Just sad honestly considering all of the plots that run through and around him now. I hope that changes soon.

Lauren. Ghost-sex was cute, beyond that the drinking with Kenzi was at least giving her some emotions and Kenzi a chance to be Kenzi. As a whole, setting the long ghost sex scene aside, there wasn’t much for Lauren to do really other than look around, comment on things, and run in circles at times. Troubling really.

Tamsin: The dis-off between Tamsin and Stacey was cute and I will admit I laughed over it all. She’s making a move on Dyson again, which isn’t anything new really. A question unanswered is how Tamsin got out of Valhalla? Really didn’t talk about that much and I wonder if there is another shoe to drop on that one.

Stacey. Sad, self absorbed Valkyrie returns for round two. A lot of flash and little real action with her. She could have been more than she was, but Valley Girl Valkyrie isn’t anything that I liked or could tolerate.

Persephone: Miss Infodump with emotional attachment. If she really is who she claims to be, then i think she could have been and should have been more than she was… Which as a whole turned out to be a snack for Bo and a tour of Bo’s past. I didn’t see a lot of her being ” the formidable, venerable majestic queen of the underworld” as she is told to be in myths and I think she should have been. A strong, vibrant, powerful foil to Hades would have worked, and here it didn’t happen. She acted like a frightened child running around behind Bo and that didn’t sit well.

There was the promise of something much better than what appeared this week and that should have happened. Not what did. A few scare scenes mixed in with a lot of running around isn’t a story. It’s a cut scene in a video game.


My Review of Dark Horse

Keeping my interest – 2 Pitchforks

Portrayal of a Succubus – 1 Pitchforks

Overall look and feel – 2 Pitchforks

Storyline – 4 Pitchforks

Main Characters – 4 Pitchforks

Mythos – 5 Pitchforks

Overall Rating – 3.0 Pitchforks out of 5


While this wasn’t the worst episode of the series, emotionally for me at least it came really close. I thought that Kenzi’s death at the end of the last season was handled poorly, but honestly the “last goodbye” scene this episode was a thousand times worse. There just didn’t seem to be any real emotion to the moment, nothing that actually pulled at my heart that… well… Bo’s heart was leaving. I expected more of a fight from Bo, more emotion from Kenzi. It seemed like for that moment in the episode there just was a return to the absolute lack of emotion in Kenzi that happened at the end of last season and that just didn’t work. Not after everything that happened in Hel. Someone didn’t quite manage to get the tone and emotion right for either Bo or Kenzi. That’s just wrong and I don’t think I’ll be able to lose the feeling of wrongness in that scene.

While that did alter my thoughts on the episode as a whole, the thing was that I really found myself not paying a lot of attention to what happened in the episode for the most part. There was too much walking around in the dark, too much wandering for all of the characters and that just made it hard for me to pay attention to the episode. There didn’t feel like a lot of the moments in the episode were connected together and that hurt it as well. Adding to that, the entire “Lauren being sex-haunted” scene just felt like a waste of five minutes that didn’t need to happen. In the end it was revealed that it wasn’t what we thought it was and that’s fine, it did put questions into things of course, but… other than the fanservice at that moment, there wasn’t a need for it really.

Bo did very little as s Succubus this episode, and when the moment came that there was the slightest hint of that it was quickly run over by the plot that needed to be caught up to because so much time was wasted in the episode. Again there was more Boffy than Bo, which just isn’t what I look for in her. She’s a stronger, more vibrant character than that. I mean, really, a Succubus in a slinky hot black dress and the episode doesn’t take advantage of that? Really? In other news, I have to go dress shopping really… I want that dress.

The setting of much of the episode was far too dark, too moody and it was really hard to see what was going on, where Bo was, and what the scene held. Again, this seems to be a problem for the series in that a lot of the time when things turn “dark” story-wise the lighting just gets turned off and it’s hard to tell what’s going on. Contrasting that against the Gates of Valhalla which just about washed out the color or the scenes at the Dal or at Bo’s which had some depth to them so that you could see something. It especially was a problem when Bo arrived at her birthplace in Hel because you wanted to see more than the set pieces, but they were enveloped by darkness and shadow. It would have been better to see more and to know more, but then that might have told us more about Bo than what we were supposed to know.

The storyline about Bo’s past was interesting and I thought that the reveal about her father being Hades was… interesting. I don’t put a lot of faith into that however, I think there’s another shoe to drop and this might be yet another red herring, the series is so fond of doing that after all. The same can be said about Persephone, Bo’s Stepmother, but again… something doesn’t quite fit and I’m not sure what that is right now. We were steered wrong with The Wanderer last season and I hope that isn’t happening again. Stacey’s search for a soul was… immaterial… for the most part other than the “oh, you don’t love Bo” moment which will question a lot of what we think we know about what’s happening. Especially with the look between Tamsin and Dyson at the end of the episode. There was a lot of weak, plodding moments in the storyline that I thought could have been better handled and the episode could have been more focused as well.

Assuming that all that was told about Bo is true, it is actually a lot of information about her, her family and some trivia that adds a lot of light to what otherwise are dark areas of Bo’s past. It does explain a lot about Bo, what she can do, and a bit more. There are still some really important questions that need to be answered, for example, how is it that Bo could leave Hel in the first place so long ago? That doesn’t seem to connect with the present. The question of Dyson’s love has returned… again. We’ve been up this tree before and that’s getting a little stale. Lauren is another open ended question too.

But then we come to Kenzi. I’m sorry, but really the way her story arc comes to a close smacks of writers trying to write her out of the series as fast as possible, throw a minor bone to fans that she’s in a better place and… just walk away from her. Sorry but no, this isn’t how to say goodbye to a core character in the series, one that was more of the Lost Girl than Bo was by far. Just having Kenzi say “Love you bye!” is not how things should work. I do understand that she’s fed up with things, that she’s had enough, but the way she leaves, the lack of emotion, love, hope… just didn’t work. It’s another example, like Hale, of just removing someone because they have moved on to other things it seems. That speaks really poorly of the writers and the series. I’m ashamed of that.

The mythos of the series grew a lot this episode and on the one side I liked a lot of that. There was a bit of silliness between Tamsin and Stacey that bugged me however, and I didn’t really enjoy the “creature of the week” surprise moment as well. Both of them seemed out of place and didn’t work well. What did was Bo traveling, meeting her Stepmother and the myths that are connected to that. A part of the episode that made me pause as well was that Dyson walked away from the Gates, leaving them unguarded, so why didn’t they close when he wasn’t there? More importantly, how is it that the Gates then were trying so hard to close when Bo arrived there? There’s a disconnect in the plot there that I can’t understand. While we learned about Bo’s Stepmother, we learned really nothing about her father and, as an aside, as much as Persephone was interesting as a character, I would have found it more interesting to see Isabeau there instead. That’s a moment that needs to happen because it would explain so much about Trick, about Aife, and about the entire family.

But then, of course, that would be too much to share at the beginning of the season and there are a lot of episodes to go… Which isn’t really true when you think about it.


Next Week: Oroka Mojo

A Japanese warrior gets protection while Lauren deals with threats of her own.


So, once again, it seems that the series goes off on a tangent, leaving the main plot of the season in its wake to run around in circles having Boffy go and do… stuff. Why is it that this seems to be an ongoing problem with the series that can’t be addressed? And on top of that, this being the final season, why are they wasting time with plots that seemingly have no connection whatsoever with the questions that need to be answered?

I honestly think I am going to have a real problem trying to stay awake though this upcoming episode and I shouldn’t. A lot of that is the gaping hole that Kenzi’s departure will leave in the series and I have the worst feeling that not one character, including Bo, will have a moment’s thought about her in the wake of her passing. The real shame is that with Kenzi gone there really isn’t all that much to hold a human perspective in the series, Lauren not withstanding, but I think she isn’t really a good link to humanity considering how close she is to the Fae.

Speaking of Lauren, at least there might be some of the aftermath of what she did to The Morrigan coming back to make things interesting, and that brings up the question of what she will do. Wouldn’t it be an interesting twist if Lauren became the new Morrigan? Think about that a minute and it isn’t all that hard to see happening.

Speaking of The Morrigan and The Ash, as it seems like all of what the Fae had, politics-wise, is getting tossed aside “to follow the unaligned Succubus” as it seems, it feels like Bo is doing what her father wants whether she’s aware of it or not. It bothers me that Bo has become so out of touch with the idea of thinking and just acting that this cannot help but turn out really badly when the story is told.

It all seems to be very formalistic in nature and that isn’t a good thing. The series has moments of sheer insight and story telling that is amazing. I’d like to see more of that, but there just seems to be too much “fight” and not enough “think” and that’s turning me off.

If I wasn’t as invested in the series as I am, I think I would be very tempted not to watch the season and just walk away as of the end of part two of Like Hell. It isn’t a great ending, it isn’t what I wanted to see, but I think it foreshadows what’s to come and that doesn’t interest me.

Maybe I should have waited this week instead of buying the season on iTunes as I did. As always, your opinions will vary and I hope mine will improve as the season goes on.

I don’t think I will run out of popcorn however to throw at the TV…





Dec 19 2014

A Review of The Demon’s Plaything by Alexi Remington

The Demon's Plaything by Alexi Remington

The Demon’s Plaything by Alexi Remington

Transformation stories, as a whole, interest me in that the actual change, if it is done well, can be very erotic on its own. One of the themes that does come from time to time, and I have written a story in this theme at least once, is a Succubus or Incubus transforming the one that summoned them into a bimbo or similar plaything.

However the transformation of a character into what is basically a Succubus Bimbo isn’t something that happens often.

  • Title: The Demon’s Plaything
  • Author: Alexi Remington
  • Length: 11 Pages
  • ASIN: B00JQUN9M6
  • Publishing Date: April 16, 2014
  • This work at

It tells the story of:

Tara is a plain looking witch who desires beauty – but when she summons a demon to fulfil her wish, she gets more than she bargained for!

Tara is learning to be a witch, but then finds that another witch is making moves on someone she wants. Of course that means Tara needs to be at least as sexy as the other witch and decides to make a deal with the devil. Only thing is that she summons an Incubus and he changes Tara into what he thinks she should be.

As a whole the Incubus in this story was… stereotypical. There really wasn’t any character, his purpose was to turn Tara into a plaything, and as such really there isn’t much more to say about him. He’s very dominant, lords over Tara, and uses some mind control and body changes to make her do whatever he wants.

That is really the core of the story, the sexual encounter between the two of them, Tara slowly slipping away from who she was into something and someone else. The erotica is a bit more brutal and nasty than I personally like, though some may enjoy it for what it is.

The better parts of the work were in the lead up to the actual summoning where there was a bit of story and background told which set up the why of the story. The other part was the end of the work when the transformed Tara appears to confront her witch sister.

But then the story comes to an abrupt ending at the point where the results of what the Incubus did to Tara are beginning to be shown. I found that disappointing in that there were a couple of paths the story could have taken and it would have been interesting to see. The Incubus could have another motive for what he did to Tara and I would have liked to see that.

One or two minor spelling mistakes consisting of a letter missing from a word but otherwise the writing was as a whole a medium heat level hot flash for me personally. The erotica was a little to violent and, for lack of a better word, demanding and that didn’t do much of anything for me.

I think the author would have been well served to give this story about five more pages to tie up the loose ends, or at least give a better taste of Tara’s changes and what that does to the others around her. It just felt incomplete and that took away from the work.

I’ll give this work two and a half pitchforks out of five.

Some heat, a story that made sense as the background to why everything happened, but the actual erotica as a whole wasn’t quite what it could have been. And bringing the story to a close when the aftermath was about to begin was disappointing on its own.



Dec 18 2014

Succubi Image of the Week 362

A piece of Succubi art this week that, in a way, reminds me of a certain red head Succubi with a black tail and horns who appears from time to time in the Realm…

Fan the Flames by Seepyhead

Fan the Flames by Seepyhead

This art is called Fan the Flames and is by an artist on DeviantArt called Seepyhead. You can find the original page with this art here and this artist’s page can be found here.

It’s a rather dramatic work I think in quite a few ways… There’s a certain dominance in her eyes and pose that I think works very well to tell of her character. I also like the way her hair is trailing away behind her almost like a cape in a way. She also isn’t over the top sexual, more seduction wrapping around her dominance to draw others to her…

Much like that certain red head, black tail that mentioned…



Dec 17 2014

I’d rather have the stockings than the costume honestly…

Sexy Sinner CostumeI am beginning to wonder if it will be an ongoing theme for me that I will be finding costumes that, in general, I really do not like. But, as silly as it is, the accessories which have nothing to do with them, I will want more than the costume itself.

This is called the Sexy Sinner Costume and it comes with a red satin crop top with black satin collar, matching skirt with attached petticoat and a sequin horn headband. The pitchfork and stockings are not included, nor are the shoes which aren’t in this image but do appear in another one, but I’ll get back that that in a moment.

It sells for $65 US on sale, but I have also seen it for as little as $45 US as well.

There isn’t a thing I like about this at all. I don’t like the horns, the top, the skirt… Absolutely nothing that is being sold as the costume itself does a single thing for me.

But, honestly, I want the stocking and the clear heels the model is wearing. They would really go well with a certain red off the shoulder dress I have and with a pair of black opera gloves I think the look would be smashing…

As for this however?

A single pitchfork out of five.



Dec 16 2014

A Review of My Naughty Roommate: The Futanari Succubus by Sinn Lee

My Naughty Roommate: The Futanari Succubus by Sinn Lee

My Naughty Roommate: The Futanari Succubus by Sinn Lee

The question of reality and dreams is an interesting one, especially when it comes to Succubi. It’s more of a question when those dreams are within someone close to you and you aren’t quite sure if they would accept you as the Succubus you are.

Sometimes the more important questions come when your secret comes out and the next step can’t wait for another dream… You have to make it reality… If they are willing…

  • Title: My Naughty Roommate: The Futanari Succubus
  • Author: Sinn Lee
  • Length: 15 Pages
  • Publishing Date: July 5, 2014
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The story tells of:

When Julie lands a great job and moves to the city with her best friend Chelsea, she begins to have strange and steamy dreams. Julie’s made it her dirty little secret to keep these naughty dreams hidden, even from her best friend. But Julie hasn’t the slightest clue that Chelsea is the one responsible for each and every one of them.

Julie is out in the world for the first time after college and, lucky for her, she’s managed to keep a friend with her, sharing an apartment and working at the same place. Everything’s great except Julie has some powerfully erotic dreams about a succubus. A very talented one. One that loves her. A strange moment one morning with her friend Chelsea and secrets come out… And then both Chelsea and Julie do too…

I’ve read quite a number of Sinn’s works and this I think is one of her best in a lot of ways. The characterization is really well done in the story and how Julie is written really makes her a vivid character in my thoughts. She’s very much the core of the story and quite a lot is told from her perspective which I thought worked well. She is, as the story unfolds, a bit obtuse about her relationship with her friend Chelsa and for the most part sees that relationship as platonic.

There is one passage in the work that describes the recurring dream that Julie has about a succubus who comes and pleasures her which is lovely, passionate and hot. There’s an sweet undercurrent of love which I enjoyed immensely as well. The one thing that confused me slightly was that Julie notes that she doesn’t remember the dream upon awakening and yet she tells of it in the story. It seemed a bit out of place, but by the end of the work it made a lot more sense than it did at first.

The succubus in Julie’s dreams turns out to be Chelsea, in her true form which I thought worked very well. More so that Chelsea isn’t stereotypically evil, but rather cares about Julie very much and it made their first real world encounter that much more lovely and passionate. Much more so than Julie’s dreams could really give light to.

There are some moments of hesitation when Chelsea reveals herself that I thought were cute, the question that Julie asks just fits their relationship perfectly and I do admit that I laughed when it came up. Beyond that moment, what comes between Julie and Chelsea, what Julie gives in return for the dreams she had, I thought connected the threads in the story well and that gave the ending when it arrived more than a simple sexual encounter.

There’s a lovely thread of emotion in this work, the erotica isn’t just dropped into the story without a purpose. There’s a good story being told about revealing secrets and in that story the desires of the two characters I think came through clearly.

The only thing that I wish is that the story was about ten pages longer. I think a somewhat longer buildup to Chelsea coming out as a Succubus would have been nice. It just seemed too abrupt a switch from dreams to wondering to truth. I’m not sure that things should have been so quickly done. A daydream by Julie about Chelsea might have made the emotional connection better than it was.

Four out of five pitchforks.

It’s just too short a story honestly. I loved the characterizations, the building of the story, the secrets being told and discovered. But then the story rushes into the erotica which was a bit… off. I don’t think it had to be that way. Perhaps another ten pages of “discovery” would have helped…



Dec 15 2014

Storm Clouds 213 by TeraS

Trying to move onto Chapter 39 this week… We’ll see how that goes… Or tries to…

For those that would like to read Storm Clouds from the beginning, you can click this link, and it will take you to the page where all of the previous chapters can be found.


Storm Clouds 213
Chapter 36
By TeraS


Time passed ever so slowly in the room. Someone who concentrated might be able to follow the dust motes as they floated here and there among the bookcases, tables, and chairs. Someone not so inclined to watch them might be held by the image of a woman straddling a man on one of the chairs, her fingers laced into his hair and their lips crushed together in a deep kiss.

One might also notice that neither of them was moving. But there was one other in the room who was. She was stalking back and forth, her long, red, heart-tipped tail swaying pensively as she walked, her eyes scanning intently from the carpet below her to the two intertwined and then back again as she paced.

Out of what some might mistake for frustration or impatience, she would tuck a wayward lock of hair back behind one of her ears from time to time. In fact, it was neither of those emotions, but rather, her pondering over what she knew and understood …

… and when Tera, the Queen of the Succubi, put a puzzle together and the pieces fit? That spelt issues for someone.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar presence entering the apartment building, so her pacing came to a stop and a warm smile played upon her lips. She had been wondering when he was going to appear, and it seemed that this moment was the one that mattered.

His timing, as always, was impeccable. But then, he was especially attuned to her.

Counting to twelve, Tera walked over to the apartment door and then waited another three beats before opening the door and looking out into the hallway. The elevator dinged, the doors opened and she waved to the one standing there, his hands quite full. “Coming! Just a moment, my heart!”

The man in the elevator, who Thomas would recognize as the pastor from the funeral he attended not so long ago, nodded his head in lieu of a wave: “All fine, Dear One. I’ll manage.”

Quickly making her way down the hall, Tera replied: “Manners will not allow that, you know. At least allow me to be of some use?”

He chuckled: “We’ve talked about this before, Dear One. You sell yourself short. You are more than useful and, one of these days, you’ll see that.”

She scrunched up her nose as she took a small bag from under his arm: “Family trait, you know.”

He nodded once, blushing a little: “Yes … quite so.”

Moving to walk beside him, she slipped her arm with his and they moved towards John’s apartment. As they walked, they slipped into the banter they always shared.

“I’m sorry for being late.”

“Not late. You are exactly on time, as always.”

“How are you managing, Dear One?”

“Oh … managing, my heart.” Of course, she didn’t want to worry him.

“I see.” Of course, he saw right through that.

The next words that passed between them were ones that each knew didn’t need to be said, for they had known each other, it seemed, forever. Tera’s heart would always be so, as would she for him as his Dear One. That was just how things were, and nothing in the universes could change that fact. After they entered John’s apartment, he handed her one of the styrofoam cups he held. As he closed the door he asked: “And where is your Eternal, Dear One?”

Tera smiled as she traced a fingertip around the rim of the styrofoam cup: “Oh, he’s off and about looking after something.” She looked at him and nodded once: “But he is with me and I am with him.”

The look he gave her was somewhere between understanding and trepidation: “Of course. That was not my concern.”

Her finger stopped moving as she tilted her head to the left: “But you are concerned.”

He nodded, taking the lid off his tea: “I am worried about you, Dear One. You are troubled, have been for some time. I can see it in your eyes … your Eternal and I might be the only ones that possibly could have seen it, of course, but it is there.”

Tera was silent for a time, then admitted: “I think the Dark has been messing with things it should not. So I am … hoping … to fix that damage.”

“I see. And the two over there?”

“They are the thing that needs to be made right once more.”

He took a sip of his tea: “Playing matchmaker, Dear One?”

She took the lid off her own tea: “Oh those two are matched, my heart. I’m just trying to set things right once more.”

“Dear One, are you sure you are doing the right thing, or are you possibly … inadvertently … just maybe … doing the Dark’s own work for it?”

Tera paused, her tea almost to her lips: “Memories have been changed, my heart. The reason for that I do not know. Yet the Dark has altered the memories of some of the succubi. It has also changed the memories of innocents. It is trying to set something up to Its benefit. Jane is one of them. John, the dear man she is with at the moment, is the other.”

“Are you sure?”

Tera’s tail moved slowly behind her: “I know Eternals when I see them, my heart. In that I am sure. What happens after that is in their hands.”

“Which means we wait.”

“You need not have to, my heart. I’ll wait.”

He winked: “And have you talking to yourself? I shudder to think what your dear Tail will have to say about that.”

Tera smiled a warm, knowing smile: “You are, of course, quite right, my heart.”

He walked over to the couch and settled in: “What would you like to talk about while we wait?”

Tera took a spot on the other end of the couch, curling her legs underneath her as she did: “I have a theory … more of a thought, perhaps.”

He looked at his tea: “Why do I have the feeling, Dear One, that we’ll need more tea?”

She laughed: “Because that is how it always works when we chat, my heart. And, next time, I will bring the pie to share.”

He tipped his cup towards her: “So. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

She tilted her head to the right: “There is quite a lot that is bothering me. To be truthful, there has been for some time. I think that the time which the Dark has spent in trying to get into the Realm has made it desperate for some kind of success.”

He furrowed his brow: “It is a persistent entity; that much is obvious. And yes, your … resistance … has been a thorn in Its side.” The innocent look she gave in reply just made him chuckle as he sipped his tea, waiting for her to continue.

She considered the cup she held, then continued: “To be honest, it’s been a bother to me as well, in more ways than one, but we won’t dwell on that part of the story, as we’ll come back to that a bit later to try and tie the threads together.”

“Which means we start with … ?”

“We start with the question of what, exactly, is It intending to do with the tail that is missing.”

“You assume she is being held?”

“I know she is being held. I am just not sure exactly where she is at this moment. I know that she is nearby … somewhere … but otherwise I am not sure where. I sense she is trapped or bound in some way. That means It must have a plan for her. Whether by influencing her, forcing something upon her, or other means, It has but one goal, and having a Tail would give It something It never had before.”

He nodded: “A key.”

“Yes. There are only a few entries into the Realm for those not …” She paused here, considering her next words, worrying that “like us” would sound more than a bit conceited, but he finished the thought for her.

“… like you, Dear One. I know better—we know better—and you need to keep that in mind.”

She nodded in reply: “Of course. Like us, my heart. There are some with that key. Some others, like you, are offered a pass to the Realm, at the right time for the right reason. But all of us, even myself, have to pass by the gates, all of them, before stepping foot in the Realm.”

He smiled: “And, of course, that final gate, the one that none shall pass without permission, is the last bastion.”

She sighed, wistfully: “Yes. But we won’t dwell on that point, my heart. Let’s try and keep focus on our missing tail for the moment.”

He gave a sidelong look at the pair on the chair as he wondered: “Can I assume that they are both part of the story?”

“Quite so. She is the sister of the one whose tail is held, obviously. He is, I am sure, her Eternal. When we had the funeral, it struck me that she was there, but he was not. The question then was … “Why?” Speaking with her afterwards, it was clear that the Dark did something to her, and, I think, vice versa.”

“So, you have two souls no longer connected.”

“Yes, but that’s just where it begins. She, our dear Jane, is impulsive, quick to anger, and more importantly, would do anything to have revenge for her sister’s passing. What would she do if she believed that her only family, the only one she loved, was gone?”

He shook his head: “Oh, I have a good idea. There was something wrong about her; I had chalked it up to grief and did not push her. I should have.”

She set her cup down on a small side table, some worry in her eyes as she looked at him: “No guilt, my heart—not for either of us. There was enough grief to go around for everyone. We both missed it, but we are both now aware.”

He allowed those words but replied: “Then I expect you not to have guilt, either. It is not becoming of you. Queen or not, it is not becoming of you or your soul, and I will not allow it.”

She laced her fingers together, placing them in her lap: “The guilt I think I have dealt with. It was slowly turning into anger … or it was until Jane came back and I saw she had a problem. That problem made it clear that there was a … discrepancy that needed to be repaired.”

He considered his tea: “Now that your anger is gone, Dear One, you need to keep it away … the Dark is counting on using it against you.”

She looked towards Jane and John: “Something happened in the two weeks that she was out of touch. When she came back, she claimed to have been overseas for some time, but that made little sense, as they were inseparable. There was something missing in Jane. Again, it seemed like the loss of her sister was the answer, but it goes further than that. He was missing. They were missing.”

“So, that’s when you put Tom and Camilla onto things?”

She nodded and picked up her tea again, taking a sip: “There was something that happened in the world here, driven by forces bound to rules that apply here. Something else happened outside of this world, where other rules apply. Having the two of them dealing with this will give me a new perspective on what It wants.”

He chuckled: “There’s something more, Dear One.”

She smiled over the rim of her cup: “Perhaps … perhaps not. We shall see.”

He raised his cup in reply: “Yes. We shall. But the story isn’t over yet. You are holding back a few things. I can tell.”

She paused, just before taking a sip: “Two things: All four of them are connected to what happened. Two of them are what It has focused upon.”

He frowned: “So they are all at risk. But which two are the ones It has focused on?”

Tera’s tail pointed at Jane: “She is one, obviously. I believe that Thomas is the other. They both have suffered great losses. They can both be influenced by It making an appeal to their darker emotions.”

“What happens when one … or the other … or both … is freed?”

“That, my heart, is what I am intending to find out with Jane.”

“And Tom?”

She sighed: “I am trusting that his belief in doing good is strong. Camilla will help in that. So will Nina … assuming that Thomas will let them in to help.”

He considered her words, then asked: “But what about our missing tail? How does she fit into this?”

Tera looked into her cup as if reading tea leaves, though there were none: “What would one do if one could bring a lost love back? What would one give up? What would happen when the truth was revealed?”

“That, I think, would depend on the truth, would it not?”

She looked up: “Yes. Yes it would.” Then she looked back down at her cup once more.

He sighed: “Dear One, it does you no good to keep things bottled up inside you, nor can you get them past me without me noticing.”

“There are two problems with sharing the truth in this case, my heart. One is that the truth will not set anyone free. The harm in the truth being known would only play into It’s hands. The truth I speak of is meant for one soul only and it is one that I do not have the right to share.”

“If not you, then who?”

Tera looked at him: “The one that cannot speak.”

She stood and began to walk around the room, still holding the cup in her hands: “The second reason for not sharing is that I may—and yes, I know this sounds impossible—I may be completely wrong about what I believe the truth to be.”

He leaned back in his chair, a small twinkle in his eye: “You, Dear One? Wrong? If so, I do believe I will have to check on whether the laws of the universe have been changed recently.”

Tera laughed softly: “I’ve been wrong many times, my heart. The thing is that I hide those mistakes well enough that they are not seen for the mistakes they are.”

“You are avoiding the point, Dear One. It isn’t that you are wrong nearly as often as you believe … except when you think you are hiding these things from your Eternal or me. It is that you are far too hard on yourself when those around you are hurt. You make it your focus to deal with that, to take it upon yourself. Sometimes, you do have to allow others to stumble.”

A sigh, quite a long one: “Cannot do that, my heart. Call it … a very deep fault. Perhaps it is the one that the Dark has figured on to be how it wins the war.”

He placed his cup on the table and then walked over to her. Resting a hand on Tera’s shoulder he explained: “It is not a fault to care. We have talked about this many times before. It is a fault to take on too many things, to not share with others who can help with the burdens. And I would bet my socks that this is exactly what the Dark will use to defeat you.”

Tera patted his hand lightly: “As you know, that sharing is something not easily done.”

He smiled: “True … for both of us. Now, there are plans to be made, and in this case, Dear One, your heart is going to help.”

She began to shake her head, to refuse. She couldn’t possibly allow him to do so.

“Ah! I am sorry, but no, Dear One. There is no getting out of this. You need more help than what you have now, and if you don’t let me help you, then I will go on my own. So please, tell me what you have in mind next.”

“You really will not like it, my heart; not at all.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, Dear One.”

Ten minutes later found Tera sitting on the couch, rolling her cup between her hands and looking at him as he paced back and forth as she had been before he arrived. She had explained her plans, what she intended to do and what the cost would be.

He finally stopped pacing and looked at her: “I do not like this at all, Dear One.”

“I did warn you.”

“So you did. It is a dangerous plan. It can go wrong at any of a dozen turns. Worse, if it does go wrong, then the Realm is lost. However …”


He furrowed his brow: “However, misquoting Einstein, ‘I, at any rate, am convinced that you do not throw dice.’”

She was puzzled; the twist in her tail, which he knew well, spoke to her thoughts as much as any words would: “Meaning what, exactly?”

“Meaning that, though your plans appear to be risky, somehow you have a fairly good idea that it will turn out well.”

She traced a finger against her lips, as if sealing them, a thin smile there as she did so.

“But what is missing from this equation is that you are not going in alone. I won’t have it. You would risk yourself to save the Realm. Someone needs to be there who will risk the universe to save you.”

She looked him in the eye: “I worry that I may have to do something of which you do not approve, something that would disappoint you.”

He didn’t waver: “You could never disappoint me, Dear One. Never. And I will stand beside you no matter what … including no matter if you tell me not to.”

She opened her mouth to speak … but then closed it, smiling.

He smiled back and nodded once: “Did you ever meet Einstein in your travels, Dear One?”

“Yes. I was fortunate to hear him play the violin once. His connection with music was … breathtaking. Even if he didn’t see his talents for all that they were.”

He chuckled as he took the other end of the couch once more: “Your words remind me of a certain red tail that I know who has the same problem. She needs to see that in herself every now and again.”

She tilted her head to the right: “I have no idea what you mean, my heart.”

He shook his head: “Yes, Dear One. Of course you do.”


Storm Clouds
Chapter 37
By TeraS


Billy wasn’t sure if Donna actually had to go and visit every single person in the building. Actually he wasn’t sure if they actually did visit them all or not, but there were a lot of people that she had introduced him to, and he knew there was no possible way he was going to remember all of their names. Funny thing was, the only name that he wanted to remember was Donna’s. He wasn’t sure why it mattered so much, but he was bound and determined not to forget.

He always hated going around with his father and meeting with people that mattered to their business, or to his father. They always treated him as if he was being tolerated, and they were always formal and cold, seeming like they only did so in order to not offend his father.

Donna’s co-workers weren’t like that. He wasn’t sure if they were always that interested in other people, or if they were now only because he was with Donna, or because he was helping deliver the coffee and donuts. Whatever the reason, there wasn’t one person that he met who didn’t greet him warmly. The hugs from the women were embarrassing, but Billy managed to get through that without making a fool of himself. Even the men weren’t trying to break his hand during the many handshakes, which is what normally happened to Billy. They treated him as an equal—which, again, was something that didn’t usually happen for him.

Billy, being overwhelmed as he was by what was happening, didn’t notice the look that Donna gave each person that he was introduced to. The look was, if one was paying attention, almost pleading for approval.

By the time the tour ended, he figured that he certainly must have met everyone in the building. As they passed by an office on the upper floor, he noticed Donna frown, just a little, and that bothered him. “What’s up?”

“Oh. I was hoping you might meet my …” The pause was very noticeable, even for Billy, and he was about to ask about that when Donna continued: “… boss. Her name’s Tera.”

Billy was still bothered about the pause: “Don’t like her?”

Donna shook her head, her short platinum blond hair moving in an odd wave, which Billy found very interesting: “Oh gosh no! I love her bunches!”

Her answer brought Billy up short. She didn’t seem like the kind of lady that would use the words “gosh” and “bunches.” For some reason, he felt she was putting on a show or something. “Really?”

Donna stopped and turned to look at Billy. She placed her right hand on his chest and explained: “She’s wonderful, Billy. She’s done so much for me. I owe her a lot, and I’ll never be able to repay her.”

He looked at her hand, then into her eyes: “Lots of people tell me that, but they do it ‘cause they fear the people they work for.”

Donna scrunched up her nose, which Billy thought made her look awfully cute: “Not me. I love Tera like a sister. We’re all …” Again she paused, which was odd, but then she continued: “… a family. I know that sounds weird, but that’s the only way I can explain it.”

Billy had come to the conclusion that there was something odd about the place where Donna worked. There was something odd, but what it was, in the end, didn’t seem to matter as much as meeting Donna did, so Billy nodded: “’kay. I can see that. This place is kinda’ weird, but if that’s how you think about things, then … ‘kay.”

Donna smiled, and Billy thought that it was a good thing to see her smiling.

After going down a flight of stairs that took them past the Receptionist—and Billy still found himself not wanting to make her mad—Donna led him down a hallway that he was sure they hadn’t been through before. He actually wasn’t even sure if the hallway had been there when they had entered the place and first met the Receptionist. This place was built weirdly, and he had been turned around so many times that he wasn’t sure what direction he was facing. Not that it mattered that much: he was fine with walking with Donna and talking to her, anyway. But he had expected to arrive in what Donna had called the “Lounge,’ and, as they walked, he worried about making a mess there. This building was amazingly well kept and clean, and he just knew that he would drop something somehow and make a mess somewhere. Luckily, he thought, that hadn’t happened so far. So it was a surprise when she opened a door and he found that that the Lounge wasn’t their destination.

Instead, the opened door revealed what looked like a neatly kept lunch room, large enough for a dozen or more diners, with a big picture window to one side that looked out over what seemed to be the backyard of the place. Though Billy wasn’t exactly sure how it was that so many trees would be there.

“After you, Billy.”

He shook his head: “Sorry. Manners say that it’s ladies first.”

Donna smiled: “How about together? You’ve been following me around, me leading the way. I’d much rather have you walking with me. You don’t have to hold hands if you don’t want to.”

Billy blushed, but managed: “That’s kind of forward, isn’t it?”

Donna smiled: “A little bit … maybe.”

With a flick of her shoe she held the door open for them: “Now you don’t have to hold the door, and we can go and find a place to sit and share my coffee and bagel.”

Billy held up the bag that he had been carting around with him: “Bagel? Not a donut?”

A short walk across the room and they were both sitting at a table over by the window, Donna facing Billy: “Bagels are a good thing to have when you want to think about something.”

“I don’t get it. Sorry.”

She opened the bag and took the bagel out, placing it on top, then opening the coffee and sitting it beside the bagel: “You have to work at eating a bagel. It’s a bit of a struggle to tear it into pieces to nibble on. It’s a bit of work to chew on. Because it takes a while, you get a change to think about things.”

The look on Billy’s face made it clear that stuff like what Donna was talking about was a little over his head: “Like what?”

She picked up the bagel and tore it into four pieces. Taking one of those, she broke it in half and then gave Billy one of them: “Oh, all sorts of stuff.”

He looked at the bagel in his hand: “Like?”

Donna held her piece a bit away from her lips as she answered: “Like if you might like me as much as I like you. Like what you like to do for fun. Like if you might ask me out to dinner.” As the last word left her lips, she popped the bagel in her mouth and started to chew on it.

Billy was brought up short and stuffed his piece into his month to occupy himself while he thought. She was really classy, and that meant that she’d want to go out somewhere expensive. That wouldn’t be a problem: Dad had always paid Billy well for the work he did, and he had saved a lot over the years. But he didn’t have a suit, didn’t run around in those sort of places. After finally swallowing the bagel he explained: “Do like you. But you’re so classy. I don’t know what you like to do for fun, and the place I like to go for dinner is the burger joint on 11th and Main—not exactly the sort of place you’d want to be in.”

Donna stood up, and Billy didn’t have any other choice but to look at her standing there in a classy blue dress. When she didn’t say anything, he closed his eyes and really tried to remember what she looked like, knowing that he’d never see her again—that little sweep in her hair, the twinkle in her eyes, that chunk of bagel that she was chewing on that pushed out her cheek and gave her a dimple. Darn him for being honest. He opened his eyes and watched her chew. She had that bagel in her mouth. Then it hit him that she wasn’t mad, she just had her mouth full.

Donna picked up the coffee and took a sip, swallowed, then said: “Billy, I don’t always dress like this. This is what I wear to work. It’s like your overalls or uniform or whatever you wear where you work. I look classy because that’s how it is appropriate to look here.”

She put the coffee down and walked around the table, taking a seat right beside Billy: “I’m just as happy to wear an old T-shirt and jeans and running shoes.”

Billy gave her a look: “Can’t imagine that.”

She laughed: “I clean up good. Like you do, okay?”

Billy shrugged: “Okay.”

She folded her hands onto her lap and looked at them: “You know, a lot of the people here think that I’m shy.”

He looked at the tabletop: “Dunno about shy. Think yer cute though.”

“Could say the same about you, too.”

“Not cute. Cute isn’t a guy thing.”

Donna pursed her lips and blew out a long breath: “Billy, if a gal says you’re cute, don’t argue.”

He looked at her: “How am I supposed to talk? Usually no one sees me or stuff. Haveta’ be honest, Donna. Don’t talk to a lot of cute girls that I … like.”

“Because you’re shy?”


She smiled, which made Billy happy: “Maybe, between the two of us … maybe … we can work on that.”

“Wadda ya’ have in mind?”

The next part Billy didn’t expect: “I like walking, looking at the ships as they come into the harbour. I like movies—old ones, not the new stuff, the more B-grade the better. And what I like most of all is watching those sorts of movies with a greasy burger and fries from Ben’s at the corner of 11th and Main. But only when Jack is cooking; Adam burns the buns and I can’t stand that.”

Billy was shocked to put it mildly: “You eat there?”

“Yup. Never do dinner, but I do lunch, and, sometimes, midnight snacks.”

Billy mulled that over as he took another piece of the bagel, tore it in two and handed Donna half: “Always thought that Jack was kind of an ass. Never went in when he was there. And you are going to be mad at me.”

Donna looked confused: “Why?”

He had a lopsided grin as he started to chew on the bagel: “I like the burned buns.”

Donna slapped his shoulder lightly: “Oh! You! How could you possibly!”

Billy just continued to chew on the bagel and chuckle to himself as Donna ranted over that, liking her more and more by the moment and feeling a lot better about himself as he did so.




Storm Clouds
Chapter 38
By TeraS


It was after about an hour of walking through the Realm that Tom noticed something. It wasn’t all of the beings walking around with horns and tails; he had gotten used to that surprisingly fast. It wasn’t the looks that he had seen from some of them; he understood the why of the looks of lust or curiosity or even temptation came in his direction. Nina was in the middle of turning a corner when Tom said, “I have a question.”

“Oh? If it’s about life, the universe and everything, I think there’s a book that has that answer in the Library. I think it’s one of Tera’s favourites, actually.”

“Nothing that grand … just something odd I’ve noticed.”

Nina stopped walking and looked at him, her tail swaying behind her, the sunlight glinting off her silver dress: “You’d better be specific. There’s a lot of ‘odd’ in our world.”

Tom nodded: “Yeah, noticed that. What’s odder is that it all seems to fit, in a way.”

“So? What’s bugging you?”

“Where’s your police department? I haven’t seen any references to one.”

Nina pointed off to her left and when Tom looked he noticed what seemed to be a castle of some kind standing a fair distance away: “See that? Want to guess what it is?”

Tom rubbed his chin: “Normally, I would reckon that was Tera’s place.”


“But Camilla said that Tera doesn’t go for that.”

“Correct. Tera only rarely can be found there. That’s for show, for those that expect to see a Queen in her castle.”

“So it’s a symbol of … of what, exactly?”

“It symbolizes one very clear point: that the words of Tera and her Eternal govern us. But it also symbolizes, in her refusal to be there, that she does not believe that she needs to lord her authority over us.”

“So, she’s Queen in name only and nothing more?”

Nina frowned deeply: “Oh no. She’s our Queen, but she will only allow one being to call her that. She gave that one the right to do so for reasons that are between the two of them. To everyone else, she’s Tera, and, honestly, that’s more powerful.”

Tom looked at the castle, far past the nearby rolling hills, the occasional bit of mist or cloud shimmering nearby: “In what way? It seems more casual, more open.”

Nina walked up to Tom and said, with a slight shake of her head: “Tom … I’m really disappointed in you.”

When she didn’t say anything else, just looking at him, Tom sighed and shook his head: “I get the point. It’s worse to disappoint someone you know than it is a faceless title you never see.”

She smiled and twined one of her braids around her right hand: “That’s part of it. Remember Camilla told you that, if Brent had been lying, Tera would have known? That’s another part of it. But the most telling thing is that, when she’s standing there, looking at you, and says, ‘I’m disappointed.’ Believe me, those words are something no one wants to hear from her … not after all that she’s done for everyone.”

“Okay, I get the picture. Pissing off Mom would …”

Nina shook her head: “Tera’s not … Mom.”

“Come again?”

She looked into the sky, seeming to be looking for something … but for what, exactly, Tom wasn’t sure: “It’s … complicated … in a lot of ways.”

“Okay. So if you don’t think of her as your mother, then … who is?”

“That’s yet another story.”

“Your world has a lot of them, you know.”

“We also have an fantastic library, vibrant art, passionate culture, and our midnight get-togethers by the Lake are amazing.”

Tom shook his head: “You know the most amazing thing?”


“The most amazing thing is that you speak of all of this as completely normal, and it feels normal. Well, except for some of your kind who aren’t exactly my type.”

Nina’s look was not hard to read, not with the question that came: “What is your type?”

There was a slightly far off look in Tom’s eyes: “No; doesn’t matter.”

Nina frowned at the emotions that were starting to boil inside of Tom: “Tera has said that there is someone, somewhere, for everyone. The trick is bringing them together.”

Tom nodded his head in the direction Nina had been walking: “Yeah. Sure. Let’s go.”

Tom’s attitude surprised Nina, but she didn’t press further on that, nor come back at him with a snip of her own. That part of Tom’s story she’d find out, or Camilla would, eventually. For the moment, she turned and continued to walk, knowing without looking that Tom was there beside her.

They crossed an intersection, and Tom was treated to the sight of a carriage being pulled by two pony-girls, with their Mistress—a Succubi that Nina recognized as Rachel, a rather strict personality that some submissives were attracted to—riding inside.

“Getting back to your question about our police: we are all, in a way, our own police here. We help each other if needed, protect one another, and otherwise keep each other from going down a path that leads to nothing for us.”

“A collective, then?”

Nina nodded, still looking at Rachel as she went on her way: “For example, the succubi in the carriage? Her name’s Rachel. She’s a very strict domme; she controls the lives of her submissives in every way and means.”


“And the thing is, she knows the lines she cannot cross. She knows what her pets desire and gives them that, pushes the boundaries from time to time with them. But if one of us felt something wasn’t right, we could find out what was going on. And, honestly, it’s better that one of us did. Otherwise …”

“Otherwise Tera might be disappointed.”

“Yeah. It’s about the most powerful reason not to do harm you can think of. How can you disappoint someone who would do anything for you, who has offered you something precious, and who trusts you with the power to do almost anything?”

“Have you?”

“You know the answer to that.”

“Sort of. You’ve left a lot of questions around your answers. You keep dancing around the point, trying to avoid it. Why?”

Nina sighed and pinched her nose: “Because the thing about being a survivor is that you remember all that didn’t make it. You also remember the second chance you were given.”

“What’s that?”

“The first time I met Tera, it was when she had come into her power as the Queen. So many of us that had done wrong were called, one by one, to see her. I expected to be banished at the least; my end was almost certain for all of the souls that I had taken.”

“You’re still here.”

Nina smirked: “Yes. Don’t let anyone tell you what they think Tera will do. They’ll always be wrong. I was … so, so wrong.”

“So, what did she do?”

Nina crossed the street as she called out: “She hugged me. I broke down in tears, I told her everything that I had done. Then she just said, ‘Do better this time.’”

Tom paused in crossing the street when Nina had said. ‘Do better this time.’ The words where haunting and struck very close to home. Before Nina could turn around and see the look he had, Tom ran across the street and caught up to her.

Tera was going to have a lot of explaining to do … someday. For right now, the question of where the hell Nina was going mattered more.

“Got another question.”


“Why are we walking? Faster to just jump over there or whatever you call it.”

“It’s called bampfing by some—Tera, in particular, calls it that. As for the “why”? We are going to meet someone important and just appearing in front of them without warning would not be … good.”

“Sounds ominous.”

“Wouldn’t call them ominous, exactly.”

Tom strode a little faster than Nina was and touched her hand: “Nina. Slow down. Talk. Who is it, why are you so worked up over it?”

She looked down at Tom’s fingers, then into his eyes: “Remember when Camilla said that she knew some names, some beings that she thought might be a threat?”

“Yeah. She also said that she wouldn’t go near them without … hellhounds or something.”

She pointed towards a low building made of blood red bricks that stood a short distance away: “We are going to go talk to one of them, it will be me as Camilla won’t be enough to make this work, she’s never actually commanded … them.”

“What? Hellhounds?”

Nina shook her head: “Oh no, that wouldn’t be enough. They would be laughed at. No, we are going to borrow something from Tera that isn’t seen often and, when it is, that is on very rare occasions.”

Tom huffed dangerously: “Nina …”

She came to a stop suddenly, looking down a short piece of sidewalk that ended at a gold and black door inlaid into a red brick wall. There were no windows to be seen, no other way in save that door and nothing more.

Nina looked at Tom: “You have that card Tera gave you?”

Patting his chest, Tom nodded: “Yeah, keeping company with my badge.”

Nina approached the door and knocked twice. After a moment, a panel slid open and a low voice pronounced: “Nina … and a human. Why would you bring a human here? You know it is dangerous for them. You may enter, Nina. He cannot.”

Tom dug out his badge, flipped it open and showed the silver card from Tera to … whatever it was. There was a long silence, then the door opened to shadows and sounds that Tom couldn’t quite place … though, somehow, he felt as if he had heard the sounds before … in his nightmares.

Nina stepped through the open door, offering her hand as she did so: “Stay with me; don’t drift off. Some of the things in here don’t react well to humans.”

Tom slid his badge back where it belonged: “Makes two of us.”

The door closed behind them without a sound.


Storm Clouds
Chapter 39
By TeraS


Jane refused to believe John when, two weeks later, he told her that she snored.

“I … do NOT … snore.”

John was panting when he replied: “Yes … you do … like a jet … on takeoff.”

“First, I don’t. And, second, how would you know what that sounds like, anyway?”

John had to think about that. The only reason why he even brought up the point about her snoring was that she was musing about moving in with him. He wasn’t sure about that and was looking for a way out … or at least a way to slow her down a little.

He slowed the treadmill down enough to manage a real conversation with her. She’d been pushing him again—for the best, he knew—and he could honestly say that, without her being here, he’d be a lot worse off than he was.

“Considering that my apartment is right under the flight path to the airport, I think I have a good idea what it sounds like.”

“Well at least no one will hear me when I rant at you about being late … or lazy.”

The look Jane gave him was the one he knew well enough by now. It was a mix of “Just try me” and “Why haven’t you?” After wiping his face with a towel, John decided that the best thing to do was get right to the point, no matter how things were going to turn out from here.

“Jane. I need to take a break.”

She looked worried: “Are you hurting? What’s wrong?”

He stepped off the treadmill and she was right there, helping him as always, without complaint, as she promised. He realized a long time ago that she mattered to him, but neither of them had pushed things beyond that save for the occasional threats about moving in together just to see how long it would take before they drove each other nuts.

“I’m fine. I just can’t talk to you like this.”

She helped him over to a chair and then pulled one over for herself: “Okay, talk.”

He hoped for the best as he began: “You do snore. No let me finish, there’s a reason why I’m starting here. See, I’ve never been able to sleep through the night; there’s always been a nightmare that’s woke me up. I’ve never been able to remember it exactly, but I’ve become used to it waking me up.”

Jane had taken her seat, placed her hands in her lap and was looking at him intently. Still, he pressed on, some secrets had to be shared, after all.

“I’ve woken up every night to the sound of you snoring away. I’ve thought about tossing a pillow at you every night, actually had one in my hands many times, and I’ve been on the edge of throwing it at you.”

Jane smiled: “Maybe you should have.”

John reached out a hand and put a finger over Jane’s lips: “Not a word till I’m done, okay?”

She nodded and he continued: “You know it’s a weird thing for me. To see you across the room, the light from outside letting me see you there asleep in the night. It’s hard to explain, exactly, but you aren’t exactly the same person then.”

Jane bit the inside of her lip at his words. She worried that he had seen her horns, or tail, that he knew that she wasn’t exactly human, and a sick feeling started in the pit of her stomach. After all she’d hoped for, he was going to say the words that would mean that her plan didn’t work, that things were going to be as they were.

John’s voice broke through her thoughts then: “You put up … a front, Jane. The real you isn’t all here right now, somehow. I want to know the real you, the you that you don’t want everyone to see or know.”

He looked down, then pressed onwards: “See, the thing is that, as stupid as I am, I know that I do like you. More than like you; I just feel like I’ve known you before. That doesn’t make any sense, it doesn’t to me, but I look at you in the middle of the night and … it’s familiar to me.”

He looked up at her: “Even the snoring.”

She smiled. She couldn’t do much else, really.

“So, here’s the deal: I don’t have much to offer, I don’t know what the future is going to bring. I do know that I don’t want to lose you, and I’m hoping that you, somehow, feel the same about me. Actually, that’s not exactly true. I know you do—God knows all of the signs are there—but we’re both dancing around what we want like two scared teenagers.”

They were both silent for a while, then Jane answered: “I’ve been doing the same thing. Not every night, but there are some nights when you are asleep that I’m lying in bed watching you and … wondering … hoping.”

John shook his head slightly, but Jane continued: “There’s been something about you, too. It’s not rescuing my ass or anything to do with that. It’s the dreams I’ve had about you, John … a lot of them.”

Then she smiled: “And, for the record, you snore, too, you big dummy.”