Welcome. It's been 3 months exactly since I've uploaded this story. (Checks the date). Goddamnit. Whatever, this is a preview that you guys voted. Everything has been low-energy for the past few days. That's why I'm doing these previews/omakes as a way to fill in the gaps. 3 stories, work and school assignments. Furthermore since this is a preview, it's not my best work as it's just an initial idea.

The idea is that Lucy is a demon/succubus that Lincoln accidentally summoned or purposefully as a way ... to send himself to an early grave. Don't know which one yet. She refuses as succubi stealing souls is a stereotype and won't because of Lincoln's connection with Great grandmother Harriet. So she becomes his roommate/girlfriend by becoming somewhat mortal much to the shock of friends and family. Lincoln's somewhat estranged from his social group. Lucy helps him, honoring her oath to Harriet.

Other lines of business. I finally got some commissions so I'll be posting that on my DA page. We have another poll with mature women aka adults. Some of them will be a part of the Villain or Homewrecker Lincoln saga. A part of me wants to spice it up by making the poll Live so everyone can see the votes but making the poll blind helps to avoid bias. I don't know yet

Lincoln drew some sketches on his workstation with a determined smile. Lucy was at the dinner table engaging in some light reading with her tail swinging underneath. She gazed longly at him as he drew with renewed vigor. Lincoln received contact with an animation studio as a freelance artist with the promised guarantee of full-time work. Lucy … may pull a few strings behind the scenes, improving the probability in his favor. Ah the wonders of demon magic. She stood up, closing her book to prepare dinner.

"What do you want for dinner, Lincoln?" Lucy asked, wrapping her arm around his neck. Both smiled at the other's warmth; her lips marked his cheek. Lucy raised an interested brow with a grin at his character. A heroic demoness?

"My dad found a chicken alfredo lasagna recipe," Lincoln grinned, saving his work when his phone vibrated. Is someone calling him? His eyes widened in a cold sweat at the caller ID. Cristina. A name he hasn't heard or seen for at least a year. WHY? Is she calling him?! Why now? Lucy watched him hesitating with a heartbroken yet empty expression as he stared at the phone.

"Answer it," Lucy declared before he pressed ignore. "I know what she did to you," She whispered, holding him closer with a frown, gritting her teeth. That bitch. "She won't stop until you hear what she has to say," Cristina always had a selfish streak regarding Lincoln.

Lincoln exhaled, pressing accept as he placed his phone to his ear. "Hello," He spoke emotionlessly with a blank expression. Lucy smirked, experiencing the utter shock in the redhead's aura at Lincoln's loveless tone. The demoness shivered with delight as all of Lincoln's romantic love was for her.

"Hey, Lincoln, it's been a while," Cristina stammered, quickly regaining her composure with a smile on the other side of the line.

"Can you make it quick, please? I have things to do this week," Lincoln asserted bluntly, hoping to accelerate the conversation.

"Are you available to meet at Jean-Juan's this week?" Cristina requested. "I want to talk to you about something,"

"We're talking now," Lincoln retorted, lifting his brow at her. "So say what you have to say,"

"...It'll be better if we talked in person," Cristina answered.

"I'll think about it," Lincoln hung up before she did. He sighed deeply, placing his face into his hands. "Fuck," The artist groaned, recognizing the pattern before she even spoke. His blood steamed as memories of the exact set-up replayed in his mind. She's going to fucking do it again. Use him, ignore him, then repeat the cycle. No…FUCKING AWAY! HE'S NOT GOING THROUGH THIS SHIT AGAIN!

Lucy's pale hand played with his hair, calming his justified rage. "I know. Your emotions are completely valid," She consoled, as his eyelids dropped, resting his pen on the table. An idea crept into her devious mind. "However, this can be your only chance to reclaim your power over yourself from her," Lucy coaxed Lincoln, turning his chair away to face her. A heartwarming mischievous smirk on her features with two fangs crowning her smooth lips. She perched herself on his lap as her tail slithered across his chest. Two bat wings appeared on her back. She grabbed his face, gazing into his beautiful sapphire eyes."Tell Cristina that she means nothing to you anymore. You've moved on better without her. She has nothing you want, nothing you need. Especially," Lucy embraced him, wrapping her arms and legs with a wide lustful smirk as her tail slipped into his shorts. He hugged her as well, nuzzling in her warmth. "You have me," She caressed his face with a cruel smile with confidence that this mortal is hers.

Lincoln arrived at Jean-Juan's. An upper-scale fusion cuisine of French-Itlain. Great for a casual outing or when you want to take someone out on a reasonably fancy date. He grimaced at the restaurant. Cristina chose this place as he and Ronnie-Anne kissed, starting their life-long friendship. Lincoln exhaled nasally. "Let's get this done," He grumbled, placing his hands in his coat pocket upon entering. She better be here. His blue eyes scanned the lobby area, searching for the redhead. Well, what do you know? She's here.

"Lincoln," Cristina called for him with a smile, walking with a sway of her hips. "I'm glad you came," The redhead closed the distance. His nose caught a whiff of her lovely perfume. Cristina's wearing his favorite. He blankly stared, following her to the receptionist. "Pucelli, table for two, please," She asked.

"Right this way," The receptionist guided them to their table. Both sat, receiving their menu. "Your waiter will be with you shortly," Several minutes passed as they ordered their food.

"I heard you got a new job," Cristina probed, making small talk as they returned the menus. "Is it going well?" She smiled.

"Yeah, it's okay. Just started not too long ago," Lincoln replied nonchalantly, keeping the conversation short, and gazed around the area. There are not a lot of people today. "What do you want to talk about?" He asked as their orders arrived. That's fast.

Cristina paused with a solemn expression. Lincoln didn't know if it was genuine or a ploy to agree with what she had to say. All he knew was that she wanted something. "I've missed you" His eyes widened as her hand rested on his, rubbing the top with her thumb. "Can we … start over, please?" She pleaded with that angelic smile he fell in love with.

Not anymore

"Why should we?" Lincoln asked inquisitively, retracting his hand as if she was a hot stove.

"Huh?" Cristina stammered, frozen in her seat with widened eyes as a knot formed in her stomach.

"I asked why should we?" Lincoln repeated, crossing his arms. "After EVERYTHING you did to me?" His voice lowered, glaring at his former love. "Am I supposed to forget all about it… like it never happened?" He leaned forward, questioning her intelligence and the canyon of selfishness that she calls a soul

"I-I know, but please," Cristina pleaded with a racing heart.

"I can't do that," Lincoln interjected, using the moment to take a sip of his cola. "For years, you did everything in your power to avoid me. Yes, I admit that was cringy and creepy. Yet you suddenly want to be around me when a girl was interested in me, then disappear when she's gone or wanted to be friends," He summarized their relationship. It confused him to absolutely no end for years. Did she like him or not?

"...," Cristina gazed at her plate, unable to counter his points.

"Or when you hooked with my friends behind my back when we were dating during college. And again, you vanished when you got your grades or found someone better," Lincoln continued, barely audible, yet the other tables could still hear them. They frowned at Cristina. Is she serious right now? Was she trying to get back with him after going behind his back? "Do you know how much that hurt when you ghosted me for over a year and ignored me in public?" The glares and whispers intensified as Lincoln continued his story. "Or you do know but don't care since you're not the one being hurt?" He raised his brow, leaning forward to assess his point coldly.

"Lincoln, I know what I did was wrong, but," Cristina blubbered as their judgemental eyes clawed her back. She paused briefly, trying to stay on script. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. Cristina didn't expect Lincoln to reject her with that blank expression immediately. No. Maybe a blush or 'miss you too' is the best case.

"I've grown since then, trying to be a better person and got deeper into my faith," Cristina resumed, displaying the cross necklace on her ample bosom. Some patrons rolled their eyes at her spiel. "I even still have the bracket you made me," She raised her wrist to confirm her statement. "So please, is it possible for us to go how we used to be?" Cristina prayed, holding her hands together, hoping he would hear her.

"No. That was a long time ago. Just like you, I'm a different person now, and I won't be that person anymore," Lincoln vowed with a deep exhale while easing into his chair. Finally, he got that off his chest. "Can I get this to-go, please?" He gestured to a walking server

"Of course," They agreed, immediately retrieving his requested items.

"I'll see you around, Cristina. Thanks for the food," Lincoln arose, placing his money on the table before walking off with his to-go bag.

Cristina sprinted after him, clutching his hand as he shot an annoyed glance. "Lincoln, please, I need you," She continued to plead with him.

"What makes you think I want anything to do with you again?" Lincoln refused with a harsh glare, appalled at her audacity as he snatched his palm away. What's going on her mind? "Plus, I know you're in trouble," He accused, pointing at the shuddering Cristina. How did he know? "What happened to that rich boy toy you left me for?" Lincoln mocked with a sneer, recalling how she casually abandoned him.

"We…broke up," Cristina confessed softly. She's grateful that Annabelle prevented her from getting into deep financial troubles.

"Everyone else, including Annabelle and Paige, aren't listening to you," Lincoln predicted, rolling his eyes at her statement. "Like always, you're coming to me as a last resort," He glared, disappointed yet not surprised when his phone rang. Cristina watched as a smile formed on his features. "Oh hey, Lucy. You're outside. Yeah, I'm done here; see you in a bit,"

"Was that…," Cristina muttered. Was that how she thought it was?

"My girlfriend," Lincoln clarified, returning the phone to his pocket. "I wasn't keeping a torch for you," He added. Did she think this was a lifetime movie about love conquers all?

"But she's a demon," Cristina fumed, stomping her feet. She knew about this Lucy woman through the grapevine, claiming she was an ally of his Great Aunt Harriet. Bullshit.

"And she treated me with more respect and dignity than you did," Lincoln announced with half-lidded eyes, disgruntled by this experience. "Goodbye, Cristina," He turned his back once again. Her lips quivered before chasing after Lincoln, but he ignored her. Just give it a rest already, Cristina; it's embarrassing especially with how you treated him. Lucy waited for him in her car. The demoness smiled, observing Lincoln completely ignoring the redhead. She should reward him later today.

"Lincoln, I'm sorry; please forgive me; I was wrong," Cristina begged, tears forming in her eyes. Lucy unlocked and opened the door for him like a chauffeur. The goth padded the passenger's seat for her snow bunny. He smiled back. "Lincoln!" Cristina screamed as they drove off.