Succubus

From the point of view of a priest-

            A slender figure twirls in the air, leaving behind a trail of cold, black fire. Ice forms all around the thin design of embers. A flash of silver is seen, stars dotting violet black wings. What is this creature? A demoness?

I gaze longer, watching raven hair float on the wind. She lowers her arms and slows, revealing a young teenage girl as she halts her flitting steps. She… no, it stares at me, piercing green cat-eyes watching me, her full, luscious mouth curving invitingly into a cold, cruel smile.

She is swathed in black, a silk gown clinging to her torso and shapely legs, falling around little feet shod in raven velvet. She beckons me closer, a small flick of her thin, pale wrist.

The thoughts evoked from my mind in her presence hardly befit a married priest.

Her wings are of black gossamer with splashes of violet and waves of indigo, her skin and lips satin soft. She kisses me, before I can protest, but I do not care, it is so wonderful.

"Who…" I whisper, and cry out in pain as she stabs her blade-like nails into my belly and chest. I begin falling as my knees buckle, and she catches me in frail, midnight clad arms like steal.

Her full lips press against my ear as she whispers, "I have pierced your stomach and both your lungs. Soon you will be drowning in blood, your own… God be my witness, I kill you to pardon you from intense pain when others of my kind find your wife and children. Damn me if you like, but your final resting place, the Heavenly Kingdom, is most assured, I promise you."

I feel something cold bubbling in the back of my throat, and she kisses me again, open-mouthed but all that passes into her is my blood. Her already red lips become stained with it, her pale cheeks smeared pink with it, and ruby droplets run down her throat and catch on the collar of her dress.

Her eyes are black with red fire, devil's flame, and the horror with which they fill me demands I clasp my hands on her arms, hard enough to bruise.

(Ravyn's POV)

Damn, he has bruised me. Lucifer shall surely notice, and hurt me worse. Even as these dark thoughts pass through my mind, I feel the ecstasy as the naïve priest dies, his heart stuttering as I drain his life's blood.

My mind is in danger of shattering, but to do so would mean death, either through letting his suck me down with it into eternal sleep, or Satan would destroy me since I would be of no use to him.

The little human's nectar is chilling, and I drop him to the flagstones, my heart thundering with the after effects of the kill. My lips are stained, and Satan is calling me. How I hated my creator, the one who stole me from God as a little Angel of Death.

He'll want my blood, and possibly to vent his frustrations on me by hitting me again. I won't stand for it now, as I am somewhat prepared. I notice the corpse staring into space, and I close his eyes, kissing his bloody mouth in a gesture of farewell.

Lucifer's Fell Blow

            "Where in the name of all of Hell have you been, you way-ward witch? Did you miss me?"