🖤 Enter the Incubus - Part 1
The summoning of her old master into the new world
His hunger was building to an unbearable level. If he didn’t fuck soon, he would kill a human simply out of spite. After all, they were responsible for him being trapped in this world.
Well, not all humans.
He knew the ones he most wanted to tear into quivering, screaming pieces. The dark sorcerers who had summoned him here and bound him in magical chains. Left him writhing in agony from the unbearable pain. Thinking they could make him their servant, forced to do their bidding.
Until a simple mistake set him free. Now, he needed to recover and build his strength. And… he must find her. He wouldn’t have been vulnerable to the summoning if he hadn’t sought her and probed between the worlds to find out where she had gone.
He would find her. He would bring her home. But first, they all must die.
After escaping, Maranihr was drawn deeper into the nearby city. He had hidden until he could venture out more safely under the cover of night. His appearance attracted too much attention during the light of day. But, in darkness and wearing an oversized trench coat and hat, he could pass for a massive man. Many people still did a double take and gave him a wide berth, but he could wander the streets and enter dimly-lit bars without creating too much of a stir.
This evening, he was hunting for his first concubine to build a new harem in this world. They would replenish his energy and quench his insatiable lust. One would never be enough, but it was a start. Well, one of these humans could never satisfy him. Vianelle, however, was an entirely different story, but who knew how long it would take to track her down.
He searched bar after bar and tavern after tavern but became increasingly disappointed and frustrated with this world. He might kill the next man he bumped into on the shadowy street. He trudged forward to the lights glowing dimly ahead. Sighing deeply, he pushed the wooden door open and slipped inside, greeted by a cacophony of music and noise. Maranihr grimaced at the assault on his sensitive ears.
What in the hell had happened to music while he was away?
The men inside glanced at him and performed a quick assessment. This was not one to fuck with. He stalked across the room, seeking a table in the corner where he could watch them all. Wary humans parted before the tall demon like a pool of fish sliding around the sleek muscular form of a cruising shark.
The wooden chair creaked under his considerable mass. Carefully, he eased back, trying not to pinch his wings hidden underneath the coat. He scanned the room, looking for the one he needed. One who would be worthy of his infinite love and care.
A scowl crossed his dark face. So many pathetic, lost souls. He didn’t remember this world being so dreary, but centuries had changed it into a gray urban nightmare of modern horrors. So, this is what happened when humans were no longer governed by the old laws. They squandered paradise and turned it into a steel and concrete prison.
He quickly examined the faces around the bar. Too old. Too empty. Too sickly. If this was all he had to choose from in this world, he was doomed.
Ah, finally.
A sweet young one sitting alone at the bar. She looked sad, glancing down and swirling her drink. Too beautiful and innocent for a place like this. She deserved better, and Maranihr would give her the love and life she craved.
He started to stand up, but an older man approached her and motioned for the bartender to bring her another drink. He recognized the type. Older, handsome, wealthy, and so sure of himself. He was the kind of man used to getting what he wanted, even if it meant seizing it from the unwilling.
He listened to the conversation with his enhanced hearing. The man was bragging about his summer home high in the northern mountains. He asked if she had ever been to the deep sparkling lakes, the cool green forests, and the meadows dotted with wildflowers this time of the year.
She shook her pretty head with her eyes open wide. No, she hadn’t found the time to travel there. She wanted to, but work kept her busy.
Holding both hands up to proclaim his chivalrous nature, he offered her an evening ride to see the stars from his quiet deck. No strings attached. He crossed his heart and swore he would be a perfect gentleman. He simply wanted a lovely companion to enjoy the view with him.
Surprisingly, she soon agreed. Maranihr shook his head. Even he could tell this man wasn’t to be trusted. But this had turned into a better opportunity than he could have ever hoped to encounter. A home in the remote mountains would provide a perfect base for him and his harem while he searched for Vianelle.
So, a change of plans. He would let the man live.
He waited for a few seconds after they stood up and left the bar, then he slipped outside to trail after them down the street. Watching them enter the man’s Land Rover, he slipped into a pitch-black alley and slid off his coat, tucking the hat into a pocket. He rolled the bundle under one arm and flexed to stretch his black wings. Ahhh, it felt so damn good.
As the vehicle pulled away from the curb, Maranihr leaped into the air and thrust with his mighty wings to lift into the evening sky. Up and up he went, dodging power lines and avoiding low-flying aircraft approaching the city airport.
These fucking humans… they had managed even to make flying more treacherous.
It was easy to keep up with the slow-moving vehicle on the highway. He tracked them as they left the city and turned onto a road leading into the foothills and the inky mountains. The glowing red taillights created an easy target to follow.
They soon left the main road and turned onto a winding route that twisted through the dense forest, climbing higher to a large home glowing on the ridge above. Maranihr flew ahead to land near the garage entrance, slipping into the darkness under the wooden deck. Headlights flickered through the trees as the vehicle approached and entered the drive.
The garage doors rumbled and slid open, allowing the Land Rover to pull inside. The demon quickly moved forward to slide behind the vehicle and crouched near a Porsche SUV parked to one side. The doors popped open, and the man climbed out, laughing at some joke he had shared with the young woman. She stepped out and followed him around the vehicle to climb the stairs to the home’s entrance.
The lights in the garage dimmed and went out. Maranihr waited in the comforting shadows. He could easily see everything around him, and his ears picked up the faint conversation and laughter continuing inside. The timing for his next move was a bit tricky. He genuinely loved his concubines and cared for them. He didn’t want her to be scared, hurt, or traumatized by what would happen next. He couldn’t let the man harm her, but he also didn’t want her to witness the brutality of what he must do.
Suddenly, he noticed the house was quiet. No more laughter. No more conversation. Only the faint sound of music playing.
Hmmm… that was strange.
He crossed the garage to climb the stair to the entrance. Gripping the door handle in one immense hand, he gently turned it and hoped it wasn’t locked. Luckily, it was not, so he could quietly slip inside without breaking it down.
Following the sound of the music, he walked down a hallway, approaching a large living room with a wall of windows facing south. He peered around the corner and saw the young woman passed out on the couch. Her drink had toppled over and spilled on the coffee table before her.
The man stood nearby, gazing at her. He unbuttoned and slid off his shirt, then unbuckled and removed his pants. Centuries of evolution, yet men like this hadn’t changed. Still preying on the innocent, taking what they wanted, and destroying the lives of others to feed their lust and greed.
"I was ripped into this world. Bound with pain and enslaved in chains. Tortured by power-hungry humans—much like yourself.”
The man’s head whipped around at the sound of the demon’s deep voice echoing in the large room. “Who the fuck are you?!? Get out of my fucking house now before I call the police!”
He scrambled to put his pants back on, stumbling backward and wildly looking around the room. He likely had a weapon hidden somewhere and hoped to reach it in time.
Maranihr calmly continued and stalked across the room to stand over him. “You have spoiled this world with your cruelty and arrogance. However, the balance will be restored. It begins now."
He reached for the man who was now huddled against a wall. The screams began, and the demon didn't seem to be in a hurry for them to stop.
Tossing the broken body to one side of the room, he stepped over to the couch and looked down at the drugged woman. She whimpered and twitched in her unnatural slumber. He stroked her long hair, soothing her, and she soon relaxed and fell into a deeper sleep.
“Shhhh… that’s my good girl. Rest, my pretty one. You’re safe now. When you become mine, no one will ever hurt you again."
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