FC - Episode 1 - The Summons
The setting sun cast its delicate rays across a heavily clouded sky. The building storm had been threatening for days. Only few brave souls wandered the darkened streets and they were bundled against an unseasonably chill breeze. The air was heavy with moisture and nearly every pedestrian carried a brolly or wore a waterproof and rubbers.
His thoughts drifted back to the ritual, so different than what he had originally intended. So frightening in its scope. How he had managed to keep control, against the force of the chalice, was a wonder in itself, then there was the odd last vision. That wasn't gifted to him by his magic, but by some other Higher power.
Duvalle shuddered to think about what he had awakened. Hiding from his thoughts and fears, he lost himself in the hustle and bustle of the tableau outside his window. He could only wait and pray.
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Flashing Red and blue lights cut through the darkness, blinding in their intensity. Several emergency vehicles, including a few local police cars, an ambulance and 2 cars with a label of Campus security were positioned around the front of an old brick building.
Along the side fo the building, near the back hidden from view of the gawkers and the emergency crews, something glittered, a gold reflection of a lone street light on that side of the quad. A twig snapped as a figure approached hesitantly from the back of the building, shrouded by shadows and the deepening darkness of evening. Unseen, the figure seemed drawn to the glittering object. The shape moved oddly, as if unsure of it's actions.
There was always a moment when the gentle rising and falling of sleep captured him entirely. Perched on the end of the girl's bed, Lilu allowed himself to enjoy the rhythms of human sleep. It was like a rapture, or a feast, he reminded himself. His black eyes blinked and the moment was gone. The girl's breathing had stopped. The dance was over, the music gone.
Lilu was feeling cold already. He examined the room quickly, wanting to leave. The girl's shoes were discarded by the door, her pink taffeta dress was scrunched and a little torn. The princess hadn't been especially chaste once the door had closed, but Lilu knew it was simply a costume - a skin that these young ones slipped into to hide from the mundanity of their lives.
The night had been a repeat of the last few months, of course. A disappointment. The seed that he had taken the night before would not stay inside the human. Poisoned by his infernal nature, the seed had turned upon its vessel and laid waste to what should have been fertile ground. Where would they find one strong enough to carry the germ, he wondered. In times past they had found women stronger, more able to keep the chaos and impure thing safely within their chastity. But times changed, women were no longer constrained by society's girdle.
With a quick lick of his lips, Lilu flexed his body and peeled his dark blue skin aside. In an instant he had cast off his male form and was replaced with the resplendent form of the succubus, Lilitu. Her skin was redder, smoother. She looked at the dead girl with uncaring eyes, like the discarded shoes by the door. In another instant she was gone, back into the night to seek out lovers and dreamers, to seek out the seed that would bring forth the cambion.
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