As they hapless thief collides with the young woman his armful of jewels and jewelry scatters... in particular one large violet gemstone inscribed with runes goes clattering away into the street, each impact making the runes glow as they absorb energy to keep their prisoner within in check... until a rock in the right place in the tumbling gem chips part of the seal.
Itâs not enough to let the demon inside out... but it is enough to give her some wiggle room. Of its own accord the gem jumps like a jumping bean into the street, towards traffic. Hop, hop, hop! The gem skips along until finally a passing car clips it and flings it further down the street, further scuffing the binding rune, though even this still isnât enough to free their occupant. Still her bindings are loose enough for a dark eye to form inside the gem and look around... and it sees itâs chance at freedom... a little farther down the street construction work is in progress, with men tearing up the side walk with jackhammers.
Itâs been couple centuries since sheâs last seen the light of day but... she easily deduces the machines function and gathers her dark power to make the gem skip and roll its way to the men... where she waits until the right moment. Finally one of the more distracted looking workers picks up their hammer to move to another spot, and the gem rolls out, sliding in-between the pneumatic chisel and the concrete... and the man fires it up.
The gem quickly falters under the onslaught and shatters with a violet explosion of energy and the hapless construction worker is thrown back! When he comes too he realizes thereâs a heavy weight on his chest, and as he looks down he finds itâs not jackhammer as he assumed, but a naked woman? Except... she has wings, horns and a spade tail and underneath her feminine beauty is a dark hungry malevolence.
She raises a clawed finger and places it on his collar, and slowly drags it down his chest, drawing pin pricks of blood... until her claw catches on his necklace and starts to smoke and corrode. She frowns and pulls he shirt down to get a better look and instantly recoils off him and hisses like a giant snake when the cross is revealed. She gives him one last glare before disappearing to a black mist that quickly shoots away into the sky, while he and his fellow workers stare slack jawed.
âDamn... damn! What was I thinking?! Ugh... itâs been so long, I need a host before I feed.â The black mist takes the form of a raven and roosts in a tree, one itâs âfellowâ corvids immediately flee, shrieking in terror.
Several hours later night has fallen and she turns into a mist once more and begins to hunt for a host. Of course this is easier said than done, seeing as most houses are locked up tight and being a demon, she has a hard time entering uninvited, though in ages past she could do so with her physical body... of course back then most of the common folk had cottages she could easily break into and were far enough away from each other she could do so with out much worry... now a front door was a heavy thing she couldnât just kick off itâs hinges, and so many people live close together she couldnât even try without waking up half the neighborhood and getting herself caught. So on the Ancient Succubus goes... periodically changing forms out of boredom until she finds an open window!
Currently disguised as a bat, she flutters down to the windowsill and takes a deep breath. She then crawls forward and drags herself past the threshold, clearly straining in the process as the ambient spiritual energy all humans unknowingly produce inside the abode tries to keep the intruder out. For a lessor demon that would be enough, only with somesort of invitation of from the occupants, even a convolute one, would the energies let them pass. For her though, with her semi-physical body, it was more like fighting a typhoon: very, very hard, but doable if youâve got the strength.
She finally pushes past and the resistance stops, and she simply tumbles forward and lands on the floor spread eagle, exhausted and panting with her little bat tongue lolling out.
âOhh... Iâve spent far to long in that accursed gem! I am sooo out of shape... and hungry.â she laments to herself.
After a minute she regains her strength, and changes back to a mist and explores the house, darting between shadows. In the process she finds the residents of the house: The Mother... who has... really let herself go, maybe a good host for a sloth demon, if one ever mustered the motivation, but not her... though she had to admit the envy she felt on the woman might be a wonderful thing to play with later. Then the Daughter, young, goth with the unmistakable miasma of dark magic and envy surrounding her, she wanted to be older to have control of herself, out from under her motherâs thumb, an excellent plaything, but, there was still a better host to have... the Son. He was built well, 18, a bit naive, and though she hadnât seen it yet, she could sense the young manâs manhood was impressive and still in the beginning of its prime, excellent, though being female herself she would prefer a female host as well.
Then she walked in, another young adult, here for for dinner and to spend the night: The Girlfriend! A body much like her own, maybe even a bit better in some places... perfect! With her target selected she set aside boy as an extra special play thing in her mind, and waited.
Finally hours later the family and guest went asleep... and she took her true form next to the young woman and thrust out her hand to paralyze her... and found it shaking, unable to focus her dark power... it had been to long, and fact that the stone used her own strength against her to keep her bound didnât help matters.
A soft growl made itself known... and her hand darted her stomach. Normally a demon like herself would gain sustenance from suffering, or activities related to their realm of power, sex and lust in her case... she could pleasure any of the mortals in the home for a quick pick me up... but she wasnât even confident in her abilities to keep them asleep, and she dare not get herself caught in such a perfect house just yet... not without a toe hold of some sort!
She considered her options: first was the mother, she wanted her youth and looks back so bad, and if she had her full strength she could provide them, for a price of course. Then there was the daughter, likewise giving her a good growth spurt and a few pointers for spells she could use on her mother were no thing, not so long as she kept her mouth shut... then the last option, food.
Mortal food generally meant nothing to a demon in this physical realm, they generally werenât physical beings... except for the very few like her that could become one at will. For her, a meal would do the trick, though for her itâd be like an exceptionally bland MRE for a soldier, everything the body needs... but severely lacking in flavor. Honestly sheâd rather cut a deal with one of the other females in the house... though there was the inherent risk in them freaking out and chasing her out, or worse. In her sorry state even the young goth could probably bind her to her will!
She sighed and looked down at the sleeping girl... she would have her host... once she actually had the energy to claim her...
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