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2 Clerics meet a Succubus
As the clerics walked, they kept to the narrow path which ran along the steep cliffs above the crashing waves of the ocean. The heavy overcast sky and roar of the powerful waves that broke across the rocks far below gave the monks a sense of the strength of the storm that had pasted earlier in the day. Everything around them was gray ... just different shades of gray. From the almost black gray of the wet rocks, to the lighter gray of the cold forest. The landscape was mono-colored in gray with the exception of the Clerics. They were dressed in bright yellow robes. The older cleric also wore the purple sash denoting his higher status of church, Honorary Prelate Deacon of the Chosen Ones of Purity.
Bhak Watty, was the senior Cleric. He and his Acolyte Hans were on a journey that began 20 days ago to a town named Fellon. The two clerics had not spoken for hours until Bhak spoke.
“Walking has several purposes,” Bhak explained all of a sudden. “For personal and inner growth. The grueling cold, the rain and snow and hail can be ignored. Walking helps with detachment from the world, in order to go within yourself” he told the younger man.
“I understand, master” the other answered. The two continued in silence for 30 more minutes.
“What are your thoughts” Bhak Watty asked.
“I have never met a … demon before” the younger man said. The fear could be heard in his voice.
“She does not like being called that and don’t use succubus either, she really hates that. Call her a fiend or even better, simply an assassin.” The older cleric instructed
“Yes master” The young man replied
“It is natural to fear them… Succubi are almost impossible to kill and they enjoy drinking our life force. But the god of purity placed us upon this quest and he is watching over us. So there is nothing to fear.” Bhak pointed out.
“But Master … the god of purity only spoke to you. Is he watching over me too?” The man asked.
“Our God selected me and I chose you. Therefore, you are also protected.” Bhak explained.
“But if that is the case… are you not in some small way in control of the god of purity? Who has selected who he is to protect?” The man asked.
“Ahh I understand your logic and thoughts on this subject. But you forget that the god has the choice of not selecting me. He is ultimately making all decisions by making a single choice. It is his gift.” Honorary Prelate Deacon clarified. The two were silent for a minute, then Bhak spoke again.
“Did you know ... that I have dedicated this journey to The Herald of the Heart.” Bhak told the younger man.
“Loveleen was a wonderful member of the church! Under appreciated if I may say so. She helped opened many hearts.” The young man said with sadness in his voice.
“I can’t agree more” Bhak agree. “Look we are almost to Fellon. The person we seek is known to hang out in The Pub of the Twin Ravens." he stated
Alexis
Alexis Bloodgem sat in the darkest corner of The Pub of the Twin Ravens. She took another sip from her half empty clay tankard and stared down at her stew plate. The food at the pub was not known for its taste. The place, located in the village of Fellon, was well off the more traveled routes and the visitors to it were mainly fishmen or travelers moving through the area. Visitors were not looking for a fine meal, only something to sustain them. Alexis pushed the cubes of her stew meat into a series of neat rows. Then not happy with the arrangement, she scattered them with a frown on her face… meticulously she restacked the meat cubes one by one, until she had built a small pyramid on her plate.
“You’re depressed and hungry” She whispered to herself. Alexis was a succubus, or at least she had been one. She could eat any kind of food just like humans and enjoy the taste, but she only received true nourishment from drawing the life force from living things. The most nourishing meal would be to suck on a humanoid’s soul (human, elves, dwarfs, and even orcs and goblins). She could also consume less intelligent creatures but with less pleasure and nourishment.
Thinking about the taste of a human’s life force, made Alexis hungrier. However, she had rules about when she could enjoy that kind of “meal”. Alexis stuck her fork into the top piece of meat of the pyramid and brought it to her full kissable lips and started to eat.
Alexis was depressed about her life on the material plane. It was unnatural. What was the point? She had no soul and if she ever was killed, she would not be going to heaven or hell. She would just stop being. There was no goal for her, she could be good or evil and it made no difference. She just existed to exist. Her piercing dark purple eyes looked up from her food. “A life like this … for eternity … how depressing!” She thought to herself as she looked around the dark and smoky pub.
She pushed back her long silky blue hair. Her face was strikingly beautiful and oh so sexy in a dark and sultry way. Her elegantly face was atop a voluptuous and ravishing figure, soft and sexy. Her heavy over flowing breasts were held captive by a black corset, exquisitely crafted. There was a gap of exposed skin at her waist before her small leather skirt began. Another section of bare and smooth legs before her long, above her knees black leather boots began. Her hands were also covered in long elbow length gloves. Draped over the back of her chair, was her fur lined long black cloak.
She was a unique beauty; beautiful face, heavy breasts on a slim body, fit and lusty. Men went wild when they saw her. They drooled in excitement, but they also sensed something dangerous about her. Hardened warriors with seemly no fear of death would stare at her all night, but never approach her or talk with her.
As she continued to think about her situation, two clerics in strikingly bright yellow robes walked into the pub. They glanced around the pub as if looking for someone. Then they approached the bartender. Alexis turned up her hearing and listened carefully to their questions. They were asking about her. The Bartender pointed in her direction.
Alexis casually moved her free hand on to her eating knife, just in case. Then she stabbed another chuck of meat with her hand holding the fork and ate it. The men arrived at her table. The older man spoke.
“Alexis Bloodgem, I’m Deacon Bhak Watty and this acolyte Hans Furrer of the order of Chosen Ones of Purity, may we join you?” The senior man asked.
Alexis motioned for the two men to sit. The younger man’s hands were shaking as he pulled out his chair. They knew what she was. They knew she was a demon. She looked harder at the younger man, whose eyes could not get above her exposed cleavage. The man was scare to death of her, but also still strongly sexually attracted to her. It was a situation she had seen before but continued find curiously interesting.
“Alexis, we wish to hire you. Recently, a man named Nicklas Linge went mad and killed our Herald. It was a great tragedy for the order.” Bhak explained.
“What was the Herald’s name?” Alexis asked. Surprised looks appeared on both men’s faces. Neither of them had thought she cared about other living creatures.
“Loveleen” The younger man answered.
“Always a shame when a good person is killed.” Alexis observed with a touch of sadness in her voice. “Why do you need me to find this killer? Certainly, your order can find one man and punish him.”
“We are not fighters, Alexis. We are simple clerics. This man, Nicklas Linge, is very skilled. As you are aware … to kill The Herald with her magic abilities is very difficult.” The deacon explained.
“Why me? There are other skilled people you could hire. I would have thought “my kind” is a bit too unholy for you.” Alexis pointed out.
The deacon nodded in agreement with her “normally I would agree … but your reputation is strangely honorable. And if I may speak bluntly … sometimes it is useful to use the right tool for the right situation.”
“You are not speaking bluntly, deacon” Alexis pointed out “but I understand your meaning. You are hiring an evil to kill something more evil. Either way it turns out, I kill him or he kills me, it is good for you. Less evil in the world.”
The deacon nodded in respect at Alexis reasoning.
“Payment?” Alexis asked.
The deacon smiled as he pulled out a small sack of gold “This is half, you get the other half when the job is done.” He explained as he slid the sack over to Alexis. Then he reached into his robe and quickly pulled out a knife, grabbed the Acolyte arm and thrust the dagger against Han's side.
“And you may have Hans … as nourishment and a sign of how important this task is to our order.” The deacon explained.
“What … master …no!!” the young man stammered … struggling to free himself.
Alexis voice became very low and her eyes bore into the young man fear filled face. “I want you” she said in a lustful voice as she leaned over the table and kissed him. The man completely relaxed and stopped struggling, lust and desired filled his face. Alexis had used her succubus’ kiss to charm the young man. This only worked on weaker minds… the acolyte had one. He was now under her control.
“Thank you, deacon; you may take the knife away. He is under my control.” Alexis said smiling. “I think we have a deal” She added as she grabbed the sack of gold and stood up.
The deacon nodded as well and put his knife away. He was surprised that the acolyte did nothing to save himself. He just sat there. Deacon Bhak Watty did one last thing, he handed her a small scroll.
“The last known location of the killer and directions to our temple for the second half of the payment.” The Deacon explained. He had not wanted to feed the young Acolyte to the succubus, but it seemed necessary when dealing with demons. The young man had served his god well and would be rewarded in heaven. The Deacon turned and left the pub, not looking back.
As the clerics walked, they kept to the narrow path which ran along the steep cliffs above the crashing waves of the ocean. The heavy overcast sky and roar of the powerful waves that broke across the rocks far below gave the monks a sense of the strength of the storm that had pasted earlier in the day. Everything around them was gray ... just different shades of gray. From the almost black gray of the wet rocks, to the lighter gray of the cold forest. The landscape was mono-colored in gray with the exception of the Clerics. They were dressed in bright yellow robes. The older cleric also wore the purple sash denoting his higher status of church, Honorary Prelate Deacon of the Chosen Ones of Purity.
Bhak Watty, was the senior Cleric. He and his Acolyte Hans were on a journey that began 20 days ago to a town named Fellon. The two clerics had not spoken for hours until Bhak spoke.
“Walking has several purposes,” Bhak explained all of a sudden. “For personal and inner growth. The grueling cold, the rain and snow and hail can be ignored. Walking helps with detachment from the world, in order to go within yourself” he told the younger man.
“I understand, master” the other answered. The two continued in silence for 30 more minutes.
“What are your thoughts” Bhak Watty asked.
“I have never met a … demon before” the younger man said. The fear could be heard in his voice.
“She does not like being called that and don’t use succubus either, she really hates that. Call her a fiend or even better, simply an assassin.” The older cleric instructed
“Yes master” The young man replied
“It is natural to fear them… Succubi are almost impossible to kill and they enjoy drinking our life force. But the god of purity placed us upon this quest and he is watching over us. So there is nothing to fear.” Bhak pointed out.
“But Master … the god of purity only spoke to you. Is he watching over me too?” The man asked.
“Our God selected me and I chose you. Therefore, you are also protected.” Bhak explained.
“But if that is the case… are you not in some small way in control of the god of purity? Who has selected who he is to protect?” The man asked.
“Ahh I understand your logic and thoughts on this subject. But you forget that the god has the choice of not selecting me. He is ultimately making all decisions by making a single choice. It is his gift.” Honorary Prelate Deacon clarified. The two were silent for a minute, then Bhak spoke again.
“Did you know ... that I have dedicated this journey to The Herald of the Heart.” Bhak told the younger man.
“Loveleen was a wonderful member of the church! Under appreciated if I may say so. She helped opened many hearts.” The young man said with sadness in his voice.
“I can’t agree more” Bhak agree. “Look we are almost to Fellon. The person we seek is known to hang out in The Pub of the Twin Ravens." he stated
Alexis
Alexis Bloodgem sat in the darkest corner of The Pub of the Twin Ravens. She took another sip from her half empty clay tankard and stared down at her stew plate. The food at the pub was not known for its taste. The place, located in the village of Fellon, was well off the more traveled routes and the visitors to it were mainly fishmen or travelers moving through the area. Visitors were not looking for a fine meal, only something to sustain them. Alexis pushed the cubes of her stew meat into a series of neat rows. Then not happy with the arrangement, she scattered them with a frown on her face… meticulously she restacked the meat cubes one by one, until she had built a small pyramid on her plate.
“You’re depressed and hungry” She whispered to herself. Alexis was a succubus, or at least she had been one. She could eat any kind of food just like humans and enjoy the taste, but she only received true nourishment from drawing the life force from living things. The most nourishing meal would be to suck on a humanoid’s soul (human, elves, dwarfs, and even orcs and goblins). She could also consume less intelligent creatures but with less pleasure and nourishment.
Thinking about the taste of a human’s life force, made Alexis hungrier. However, she had rules about when she could enjoy that kind of “meal”. Alexis stuck her fork into the top piece of meat of the pyramid and brought it to her full kissable lips and started to eat.
Alexis was depressed about her life on the material plane. It was unnatural. What was the point? She had no soul and if she ever was killed, she would not be going to heaven or hell. She would just stop being. There was no goal for her, she could be good or evil and it made no difference. She just existed to exist. Her piercing dark purple eyes looked up from her food. “A life like this … for eternity … how depressing!” She thought to herself as she looked around the dark and smoky pub.
She pushed back her long silky blue hair. Her face was strikingly beautiful and oh so sexy in a dark and sultry way. Her elegantly face was atop a voluptuous and ravishing figure, soft and sexy. Her heavy over flowing breasts were held captive by a black corset, exquisitely crafted. There was a gap of exposed skin at her waist before her small leather skirt began. Another section of bare and smooth legs before her long, above her knees black leather boots began. Her hands were also covered in long elbow length gloves. Draped over the back of her chair, was her fur lined long black cloak.
She was a unique beauty; beautiful face, heavy breasts on a slim body, fit and lusty. Men went wild when they saw her. They drooled in excitement, but they also sensed something dangerous about her. Hardened warriors with seemly no fear of death would stare at her all night, but never approach her or talk with her.
As she continued to think about her situation, two clerics in strikingly bright yellow robes walked into the pub. They glanced around the pub as if looking for someone. Then they approached the bartender. Alexis turned up her hearing and listened carefully to their questions. They were asking about her. The Bartender pointed in her direction.
Alexis casually moved her free hand on to her eating knife, just in case. Then she stabbed another chuck of meat with her hand holding the fork and ate it. The men arrived at her table. The older man spoke.
“Alexis Bloodgem, I’m Deacon Bhak Watty and this acolyte Hans Furrer of the order of Chosen Ones of Purity, may we join you?” The senior man asked.
Alexis motioned for the two men to sit. The younger man’s hands were shaking as he pulled out his chair. They knew what she was. They knew she was a demon. She looked harder at the younger man, whose eyes could not get above her exposed cleavage. The man was scare to death of her, but also still strongly sexually attracted to her. It was a situation she had seen before but continued find curiously interesting.
“Alexis, we wish to hire you. Recently, a man named Nicklas Linge went mad and killed our Herald. It was a great tragedy for the order.” Bhak explained.
“What was the Herald’s name?” Alexis asked. Surprised looks appeared on both men’s faces. Neither of them had thought she cared about other living creatures.
“Loveleen” The younger man answered.
“Always a shame when a good person is killed.” Alexis observed with a touch of sadness in her voice. “Why do you need me to find this killer? Certainly, your order can find one man and punish him.”
“We are not fighters, Alexis. We are simple clerics. This man, Nicklas Linge, is very skilled. As you are aware … to kill The Herald with her magic abilities is very difficult.” The deacon explained.
“Why me? There are other skilled people you could hire. I would have thought “my kind” is a bit too unholy for you.” Alexis pointed out.
The deacon nodded in agreement with her “normally I would agree … but your reputation is strangely honorable. And if I may speak bluntly … sometimes it is useful to use the right tool for the right situation.”
“You are not speaking bluntly, deacon” Alexis pointed out “but I understand your meaning. You are hiring an evil to kill something more evil. Either way it turns out, I kill him or he kills me, it is good for you. Less evil in the world.”
The deacon nodded in respect at Alexis reasoning.
“Payment?” Alexis asked.
The deacon smiled as he pulled out a small sack of gold “This is half, you get the other half when the job is done.” He explained as he slid the sack over to Alexis. Then he reached into his robe and quickly pulled out a knife, grabbed the Acolyte arm and thrust the dagger against Han's side.
“And you may have Hans … as nourishment and a sign of how important this task is to our order.” The deacon explained.
“What … master …no!!” the young man stammered … struggling to free himself.
Alexis voice became very low and her eyes bore into the young man fear filled face. “I want you” she said in a lustful voice as she leaned over the table and kissed him. The man completely relaxed and stopped struggling, lust and desired filled his face. Alexis had used her succubus’ kiss to charm the young man. This only worked on weaker minds… the acolyte had one. He was now under her control.
“Thank you, deacon; you may take the knife away. He is under my control.” Alexis said smiling. “I think we have a deal” She added as she grabbed the sack of gold and stood up.
The deacon nodded as well and put his knife away. He was surprised that the acolyte did nothing to save himself. He just sat there. Deacon Bhak Watty did one last thing, he handed her a small scroll.
“The last known location of the killer and directions to our temple for the second half of the payment.” The Deacon explained. He had not wanted to feed the young Acolyte to the succubus, but it seemed necessary when dealing with demons. The young man had served his god well and would be rewarded in heaven. The Deacon turned and left the pub, not looking back.
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