You see I cannot be forsakenFIRST POST:
Because Iím not the only one
We walk amongst you
Must we hide from everyone
David Draiman, Queen of the Damned Soundtrack
A lone form glides through the night sky on raven-colored wings that glint with a majestic golden hue in the moonlight. Above him, a lone moon hangs low over head, looking close enough to touch; below him, a lone city lay peaceful and unsuspecting, too close to resist. The city breathed as one to his ears, like a slumbering lover lying peaceful and satisfied in the night by one's side. The sound of those comparative few who lived their lives during the night were like his lover's gentle stirrings as they rested, or like fitful moans while dreaming. They shared a bed of night, darkness was the sheet they slept under together; the women of this city, they were like breath that people breathe--the men, they were like clothes women wore, to be peeled away.
He sniffed the air, the scent of pure ecstasy filling his nostrils; he followed it, and it led him to the window of a beautiful young breath of fresh air. With the Luck of the Devil, he was fortunate enough to find that the window had been carelessly unlocked on this night--not that such things as a locked window could stop one from breathing, but he was grateful for the convenience. The window opens, the house is silent save for the slow drawing of the family's sleeping breaths. Alighting gracefully on the window-sill, he investigates with a smile on his, like a bird-of-prey, peering about the darkness of the room.
The incubus steps into the room easily, the cloak of shadows leaving him, revealing his beautiful countenance, his wings like a flowing cloak of splendor. Once, a long time ago, he was created in Perfection; now, he lives in a world made imperfect simply by the knowledge of it. There was a time when one such as he would have had a nation at his feet, groveling--the women throwing themselves at him and the men killing each other, all for his own amusement. He had once been worshiped, feared, appeased when displeasured and exalted when content; he had once been a god among these men. He approached the young girl's bed, an evil grin with delicious, vile intent behind it on his face; everything that had once belong to men belonged to me. There was time...
when he and his brothers and sisters and been plentiful, bountiful--everywhere! The world had been theirs, they had made sky turn black, blotted out the sun, stood high on the lowly backs of men and took
that which they desired.
There was a time, long forgotten by the memories of man and their so-called "histories," when the Nephilim were many and the Seraphim grew fearful in their positions beside the Silent Throne. The seed of The Fallen spread far and wide, like unto ambassadors to a race of foreign primitives. We were fools, though,
he reminded himself bitterly. We took the chance, we became like, "married" and were given unto "marriage." We deluded--
he sneered in the room's darkness. The Nephilim brought us the power of men, but they took with them
He took a deep, luxurious breath; breathed in the aroma of her innocence, it left him tasting her purity in the back of his throat, there was a time that came after--both left him shivering. In the time after, The Fallen were left weakened, pitiful; it wasn't the Host of Heaven, but mankind themselves that rose up to send them back to the Abyss in chains, to await the Day of Freedom, when His power will be no more a threat to those who rightly seek more. And the Nephilim had left them, gone out into the world of men and women, lived with them, laughed with them, slept with them--joined
with them!--and taking their
power on Earth with them. The incubus known as Azu'shur--the last of his kind that he had seen in countless centuries--leaned forward... reached out. He had been the one to discover the secret, to survive until now; he roamed free, while his brothers and sisters lie in shackles, subject to the Laws of Hell.
She breathed in; she breathed out. Azu'shur shuddered, his dark "soulful" eyes grew wide--Succubus!
--he screamed in his mind. He wanted to lick his lips; within the body of this savory bit of life
, was the power... the soul
... of one of his "sisters," a Temptress of The Fallen. There was a time... when this girl was a succubus....END POST NOTES: Incubus & Succubus, supernatural mystery/action, tale-of-destiny?, possible NC, others possible
I've got a few random ideas for this Storyline, such as if an incubus or succubus "feeds" on the descendent of the Nephilim, they can regain their "power on Earth" and not fall prey to demon-hunters and excorcists. I'm thinking maybe the girl is "awakened" to her true succubus nature and teams up with Azu'shur to avoid Heaven and
Hell's authorities. The incubus and and succubus could be destined to meet each other, for good or bad (this could be have a happy-ending with a moral, or be a tragedy that shows exactly what not
to do), and together their power lets them cause problems against the natural spiritual order. The exact details are open to a lot of discussion, so a lot of my partner's desires for can be met in this Storyline, too.