It took me an hour to get to the point. To swallow my pride. The words I have yet to say still lodged in my throat like a large stone. I can hear my grandfather's impatience as he waits for me to explain what I need. Easier said than done when I'm really not sure how to word any of this.
"Yeomorah has my pet. My favorite food source. I would find another, but without her I am weakened. I simply cannot fathom to feed from others now that I have had her. I wouldn't trouble you if it were avoidable. I had planned to bring her to you, as I don't think she is fully human. She...she smells human. Looks human, but she feeds. She has no family history known to us, but she has cambion tendencies. She also is completely opposite to a cambion in tendency. Physical strength far greater than one as well. No ability to tap into this on demand. You might be interested to study her as well-"
"Is this the same thing that attacked your brother?"
"Yes, but she had no control of it. She wouldn't harm anything intentionally, but I had provoked and scared her."
"You want to bring some unstable hybrid mutt into my home? You expect me to identify the components of this thing and to assist you in dealing with Yeomorah? Have you lost your mind? And all this for a lowly pet? Something you can easily replace."
"You don't understand! Not lowly, interesting. Strong. Her blood and her energy tastes better than anything ive6ever consumed. I feed less, I feel full and content. I brought her into my home to live as my sole source. It is that good. I feel stronger, more sated with her essence."
"That makes zero sense to me. Especially that she is a god damn pet. Pets are for feeding and pleasure only. You have bonded with it? I'm almost tempted now just to see what freak of nature has stroked your fancy enough to make you beg like a scoundrel. Does it have pussy lined with velvet?" He sneers. I'm raging under my blank face, struggling to keep from revealing too much as grandfather is quite intuitive. He has always been able to pick up on what other's cannot, he can see right through us too.
"I'm not begging, I can do this on my own. I'm certain others might actually be able to decipher what she is. If the task intimidates you, I understand." I decide to be be tactful after my dig and pick his interest. Such a nosey man he is, he loves to be in the know and obtain information that others haven't learned yet. So I will let him in on my suspicion. "Maybe not lined with velvet, but I believe it was made for me. Meant for me. When she escaped I felt weak, dizzy, disoriented. I crave her. Life without her is like starvation." His eyes squint and he tilts his head in thought.
"Made for you? Meant for you? You think that this...this thing is your mate?"
"I've tried to deny it. I was even going to push her down the stairs once, I wanted to kill her because I was startled at my reaction to her. I couldn't though. I found her in a time of insatiable hunger and fretting. I followed her unsee an entire day and I couldn't leave. I was drawn to her like a moth to flame. This has never happened before. She thought she was an ordinary human, as did I. I revealed myself to her in demon form and she was almost unphased. She thought I was a figment of her mind. She was tired after the day and went to bed like I wasn't even there. She reached for me in her weariness, but it was not for sex. No lust could be detected. She wanted to hold me."
"You are obsessing over this creature because she offered you typical human affections, as their kind do."
"It's not that. It's just...well...I don't know." He looks me over.
"This is strange for you. I highly doubt such a thing is your mate, but you seem quite smitten. I will help you, if only to see the woman that has somehow bewitched you. I frown upon hybrids, so if she is your mate she cannot be accepted into the family. She will remain a pet, and shall not be noted in in our history. Any children spawned with her will be considered bastards."
"Thank you for your consideration, but I no longer am interested in your help. I can't accept your overreaching into my personal life. Keep your pristine family bloodline, but do remove Livienne. You and I both know she's only three quarters. Why you would favor her for my brother, but deny Sera without having laid eyes on her is beyond me. Don't worry about considering my spawn anything, you need not ever to even call them by name. They will not know you." I end the summons.
I will not tolerate that type of blatant disrespect towards me. I do not even know that Seraphine is in fact mine, but hearing her degraded by my own blood stirs unusual emotions within me. On one hand, I can't bear to hear her insulted. On the other, I curse the day I met her. I should have devoured her. Killed her. Got her out of my hair before she could bait me in. I've known her no time at all and already she has single handedly ostracized me from my family and pit me against one of those most powerful demons known. Not to mention left me with a giant lanky snot nose boy to look after. She has left me twice.
I decide to try mother instead. She might be able to help me identify her, and she will get father in on it too. Father's love of women will be enough to sway him to assist us with Sera. He'll want to peep at her. Mother is relaxed enough that she will appreciate Seraphine's soft, helpful nature. She's not as fixated on perfection and bloodlines. I have success with mother, we decide to ask Yeomorah to bring her three days from now. This gives her time to study up on the information I've given her, and me time to figure out how exactly to double cross or bargain with Yeomorah. I leave Axar behind when my mother appears in my home, gleefully sneaking away to go peer in at the banhee boy.
I need to kill. I need to channel all of this extra emotion. Our kind thrive on emotions, but too few or a bombardment and we can lose control. We can die. We can become weakened. Tonight I intend to torment. I intend to feast like king on the suffering and blood of those unfortunate enough to cross me. Having wasted energy to teleport here, I'll need surplus now.
I walk the streets as I have countless times, brisk now early morning air whipping my hair backwards. I slowly rake it back with my hands, coat lapels flying open in the wind. I glance over to see a couple women in business attire watching me with obvious lust. First two victims. Off to a good start. It takes no time to lure them to me. As we lock eyes I can see theirs cloud, they stand shoulder to should as they take me in. I have control of them in moments, they held my eyes too long to turn away. I don't speak a word, but I turn and allow them to follow me.
I lure them to a small park. The frosted grass crunches beneath their feet as they anxiously keep pace with me. We enter the shallow wooded area where both immediately begin to shed layers in haste. Bodies heating and heart rates speeding up as they compete with one another to reach me first. One tiptoes to kiss me, tugging frantically in lust to get me closer to her body. The other moves between her legs to get to mine, hurriedly undoing my pants so she can free me. It's not Sera. It is in no way fulfilling, but I allow them to use me as I soak in all the lust they can spare.
I put one on her back and the other above her and instruct her to please the woman before her. I enter behind her as she kneels, arms over her and holding the legs of the other girl so that I can siphon energy from both at once. It isn't long before both are writhing in climax, mortals cannot withstand us long. I extend my claws to shred the thigh of the girl on her back. She cries out and strikes the girl on top of her, who fights her back. They are viscious on their struggle, each vying to impress me still half rattled from lust. I laugh as I watch the pitiful things attem pop ting to kill one another in the chilled grass. The girl I clawed pins the girl I was behind and slams her temple violently with a rock that sat a foot away on the ground by them. The girl cries and I grab her ankle to soak up all her agony and fear. I pull her to me and into my lap while i drink from her throat.
Jealous and desiring attention, the other girl pushes me to my back while I kill her friend, only to surprise me by taking me into her mouth as her friends body shuts down in my arms. I roll the dead girl off of me and the living one quickly straddle me, bouncing wildly as she emanates breathy moans. I let her finish herself as I decide how to end her. I will her to be silent, and I lay her down beneath me. She spreads eagerly as I cr ok much between her ankles. Her body wiggles and writhes in anticipation. She palms her breast and throws a leg over her dead friend to open wider for me.
I take her ankle as she sighs mutely. I rub and knead her foot and lower leg. Her face reflects her ecstasy as she smiles through heavy lids. I grin and I snap her ankle in a quick fluid motion. She opens her mouth in a silent scream. Thrashing now to get away. You want me. You'll never feel so good as I made you feel. Beca good girl and give me your other ankle. Great pain brings great rewards. She shudders and gives me her other leg, wincing as I massage. I snap it just as quickly. Her face is red and puffy as she sobs and draws away, only to sniffle and push her body into me as I crawl up her farther. Weaker minded mortals can go insane in their lust. It's a drug to them. Many will do anything just to reach another climax like what we can give them.
I give her the friction she craves as I enter her. Her body arches and she moves herself below me roughly. I let her do all the work as I I randomly jab claws through flesh and scratch deeply along her bronzed skin. Blood pools but she can't stop. She wants me so badly that she can't bring herself to care. I lean down chest to chest with her and I relent to get her close. Her mouth is open in pants as I suddenly stop. She grabs at me in panic. I want your wrist, only then can you have it. She tries to grins and I seize her throat to stop her. She thrusts her arm at me. I grab it tenderly and inspect it. I push forward into her and move at a fast pace. Her eyes roll back and I force her hand completely back, the wrist cr as cos loudly. Her body shudders around me as she peaks, pleasure and agony in competition.
I slash across her body with my claws, horns now extended and eyes black. I want her to see me, to understand what she has begged for. She opens her mouth in suffering as her skin is lacerated. She tries to turn over to crawl away, and she flips straight into her dead friend. The friend she had helped kill. I chuckle as I see the realization register in her mind. She tries to jump up but collapse onto her broken ankles. She throws her head back in muted howls and cries. I throw her down onto the dead girl face to face with her as she trembles in terror. I pull skin from her back, her heart is erratic now. She will go into cardiac arrestvsoom if I don't finish her. I mount her back and drain her of her life blood as she is pinned face to face with her dead friend.
I wipe my mouth and dust my clothing. Vain as I am, I typically never possess a body for myself or shapeshift, but I decide to take the girl below her and I melt into her body. I pull her clothes on and send her walking. I control her like a puppet from within her, her dead body strutting away from the park and past business fronts like any other haughty business woman who might he running late. A car slows for the red light and a man crack the passenger window to speak to her.
"You seem rushed. Are you running late? I'd be willing to drive your to your office if you'd give me the pleasure. I make her smile for him and open the door. We sit down and I part her legs, not bothering to pull the skirt down.
"I would love that. The pleasure is all yours." Her voice comes out like honey and the man grins sheepishly, not understanding that within the next thirty minutes he will be meeting his maker.