cold water poured upon her body.
And it was beautiful.
Al’bah drank deeply. A merciful coolness flooded through her body. The water pouring down her parched throat dragged the memory of a time when water had touched her lips before. How long ago was it? Who was she then?
There were fragments of faces, voices, and emotion. But above all this was the memory of a silver goblet that held slushy ice water. Oh! How she longed for her memory before her punishments. Al’bah paused for a moment, grieving for the loss of so much, allowing the cool water to carry away her tears.
Her grief forced the memory to change, turning into one of the endless days of her torments. The damned had encased her in superheated rocks, covering all but her screaming mouth. Then they let fall a single drop of water onto her tongue. They laughed as her suffering intensified.
Al’bah shook her head. No, I am not tormented here. I will not bring that state of being with me. There is water here, there is light here. I am…no longer thirsty. After several long, beautiful moments, Al’bah sighed and rested her head upon the wall. Her knees lost all strength, and she slowly lowered herself to sit.
“Water,” she whispered over and over again, as her body trembled from a chaotic mixture of laughter, weeping, and sighs. One mercy after another, one miracle after another—what a glorious turn of events! She roused herself from her blissful stupor, intending to return to Cain, when his voice sounded at the door.
Chapter 8
Reality Is Stranger Than You Think
“There is nothing so dangerous and so beautiful as the love from an uncorrupted Succubus.”
—Purity
Cain awoke with dull sunlight in his eyes. An all-encompassing, senseless gray-white irritation that could only come from an overcast sky . What day is it? Ah, yes, Wednesday. I don’t have to work today, thank goodness.
He started to roll over to get his face out of the light when he remembered some of the events of the night before. His eyes shot open, and all thoughts of extra sleep were driven from his mind as he propped himself up to look around his room.
Was it a dream? Strange, could have sworn last night was more than a dream. Cain yawned and got up, shivering as the fiercely cold air in the apartment hit his body. What the hell? Why am I naked? He tried to piece a few fragmented memories and thoughts together. But another bout of shivering drove out everything but a need to be warm.
He stumbled to the thermostat and adjusted it to max and glanced over at his dirty clothes strewn everywhere. Blech! I need to clean my room. He kicked his dirty clothes to the corner and looked at the junk that needed to be thrown away. Ah, I’ll get it later.
His favorite shirt caught his eye; it appeared to be completely stained by blood. “Wait a second…blood!” He looked at his right hand. His wound was gone. Nothing remained but a thin, twisted white scar. He looked up and slowly realized he could hear the shower running down the hall. He called out, apprehension building in his chest. He didn’t know how to feel on this matter. Part of him hoped he’d had just a peculiar dream. Another hoped it wasn’t a dream.
“Al’bah?” he said cautiously at the bathroom door. He heard a voice but couldn’t tell what was being said. He slowly opened the door and went in, knowing Al’bah was in there even before he opened it fully. Her scent permeated everything in the room and made the air almost substantial and decidedly enticing.
Al’bah was looking around the shower curtain. Her face was full of bliss and framed by her hair, a mass of slick blackness begging to be touched and caressed. Her skin had a gentle wet sheen every bit as tantalizing as melted caramel on an apple. “I find this experience enjoyable,” she said as she opened the curtain wide, presenting Cain with a pleasing view of her body, which was even more breathtaking in the light of day that poured through the
And it was beautiful.
Al’bah drank deeply. A merciful coolness flooded through her body. The water pouring down her parched throat dragged the memory of a time when water had touched her lips before. How long ago was it? Who was she then?
There were fragments of faces, voices, and emotion. But above all this was the memory of a silver goblet that held slushy ice water. Oh! How she longed for her memory before her punishments. Al’bah paused for a moment, grieving for the loss of so much, allowing the cool water to carry away her tears.
Her grief forced the memory to change, turning into one of the endless days of her torments. The damned had encased her in superheated rocks, covering all but her screaming mouth. Then they let fall a single drop of water onto her tongue. They laughed as her suffering intensified.
Al’bah shook her head. No, I am not tormented here. I will not bring that state of being with me. There is water here, there is light here. I am…no longer thirsty. After several long, beautiful moments, Al’bah sighed and rested her head upon the wall. Her knees lost all strength, and she slowly lowered herself to sit.
“Water,” she whispered over and over again, as her body trembled from a chaotic mixture of laughter, weeping, and sighs. One mercy after another, one miracle after another—what a glorious turn of events! She roused herself from her blissful stupor, intending to return to Cain, when his voice sounded at the door.
Chapter 8
Reality Is Stranger Than You Think
“There is nothing so dangerous and so beautiful as the love from an uncorrupted Succubus.”
—Purity
Cain awoke with dull sunlight in his eyes. An all-encompassing, senseless gray-white irritation that could only come from an overcast sky . What day is it? Ah, yes, Wednesday. I don’t have to work today, thank goodness.
He started to roll over to get his face out of the light when he remembered some of the events of the night before. His eyes shot open, and all thoughts of extra sleep were driven from his mind as he propped himself up to look around his room.
Was it a dream? Strange, could have sworn last night was more than a dream. Cain yawned and got up, shivering as the fiercely cold air in the apartment hit his body. What the hell? Why am I naked? He tried to piece a few fragmented memories and thoughts together. But another bout of shivering drove out everything but a need to be warm.
He stumbled to the thermostat and adjusted it to max and glanced over at his dirty clothes strewn everywhere. Blech! I need to clean my room. He kicked his dirty clothes to the corner and looked at the junk that needed to be thrown away. Ah, I’ll get it later.
His favorite shirt caught his eye; it appeared to be completely stained by blood. “Wait a second…blood!” He looked at his right hand. His wound was gone. Nothing remained but a thin, twisted white scar. He looked up and slowly realized he could hear the shower running down the hall. He called out, apprehension building in his chest. He didn’t know how to feel on this matter. Part of him hoped he’d had just a peculiar dream. Another hoped it wasn’t a dream.
“Al’bah?” he said cautiously at the bathroom door. He heard a voice but couldn’t tell what was being said. He slowly opened the door and went in, knowing Al’bah was in there even before he opened it fully. Her scent permeated everything in the room and made the air almost substantial and decidedly enticing.
Al’bah was looking around the shower curtain. Her face was full of bliss and framed by her hair, a mass of slick blackness begging to be touched and caressed. Her skin had a gentle wet sheen every bit as tantalizing as melted caramel on an apple. “I find this experience enjoyable,” she said as she opened the curtain wide, presenting Cain with a pleasing view of her body, which was even more breathtaking in the light of day that poured through the
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