Page 31 of Succubus Sins
"Fuck you, Detective," I snarled. "I'm coming for you!"
She's Here
Luke
Iwas alive, which meant two things. One: Anderson hadn’t been able to take my powers, even when activating them to peak performance. And two: I could fucking regenerate my own heart. Holy shit.
I crawled in the darkness towards a dull red light. Anderson was in the security room. That meant he was expecting someone.
“Luke? Is that you?” Sarah whispered.
I crawled to the bars and peered at her, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light. She had a nasty gash across her cheek and was bound to a chair. A strange hiss sounded every time she breathed. She wasn’t doing so good.
She softened when she saw me. “You really are one of them.” Her voice held marvel and awe.
One of what? What the fuck did that mean?
Sarah smiled, a friendly kind of smile that said everything was going to be okay, even if I didn’t understand. The kind of smile my mother had given me right before she’d been taken off to prison.
“Luke,” she pressed.
I pulled myself closer to the bars and rested my face against the cool metal, sticking my nose through the cell like a hound stuck inside a car.
“She’ll be here soon. The one you’re meant to protect.”
I was so weary of this prophecy. Would this mystery girl really come into my life? How was I supposed to protect her? The second Anderson got ahold of that succubus and gained her soul-sucking ability, he’d be unstoppable.
Then I felt the boom. It was just as my mom’s vision had described. Her presence would hit me and the need to protect her would overpower my senses.
The room remained dark but light flashed across my vision like exploding stars. I scrambled to the back of the cell and fumbled against the loose stone, getting my hidden key.
It was time to get the fuck out of this God-forsaken place and save the world.
Mystery Man
Sonya
The cameras followed me as I stomped to the front double doors. Expecting resistance, I pushed as hard as I could to break the hinges. Yet the doors weren’t locked and flung across the room at my touch, crashing into a stack of chairs, reducing the pile to splinters. I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. It was damn nice having real power for once.
The lobby looked just as I’d imagined it would, full of draped waiting chairs, minus the stack I’d destroyed, and an old reception desk covered in a thick layer of dust taking up the majority of the lobby in a wide arc. Cheap paintings lined the walls depicting research scientists nobody knew or cared about. I stepped inside and ignored the splinters crunching under my feet.
There wasn’t a single light on in the place, not that it mattered. I glowed brighter than ever. The amulet around my neck burned hot and I gripped it for reassurance and strength. It was like holding a piece of red-hot coal, but one that fed me its warmth. Its stored power seeped into my hand and bled through my skin, muscles, and bone, empowering me like I’d never been strengthened before.
“Careful,” said a voice from the loudspeaker. “Don’t waste all your magic. I’ll be needing it.”
I jerked at the sound, but no one was in sight. The only sign of movement was a glistening camera straining against cobwebs as it followed my movements.
“Seriously?” I shouted. “You’re going to talk to me from an intercom? Don’t hide from me like a coward!”
“I’m not hiding.” Detective Anderson’s calm voice echoed through the room. “I’m documenting this moment for the judge.” He snickered. “Thanks for glowing and removing all doubt of what you are.”
I scoffed. “Even if I’m revealed to the humans, what kind of judge would side with you? What kind of justice system lets you go free and puts me behind bars?”
He laughed, and continued to laugh until the point of almost becoming hysterical. “Put you behind bars?” His voice went up a pitch as if I was being ridiculous. “Demons don’t get put behind bars. They get sent back to hell.”
I stomped towards the camera and growled. “I’m not a fucking demon! If anyone is a demon around here, it’s you! You killed David!”
He chuckled, this time sounding as if he pitied me. “We both know you’re at fault for his death, as you are for countless others. And now is a chance for your redemption. Come inside.”
