IC Inbox - Asgard Eventide

[samantha_grey]

An old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.

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[samantha_grey]

[She was evil and she didn't even know it! Samantha squirmed as she felt the hand on her knee, her eyes getting a little wider, biting her lip. She offered a quick nod, trying to control her breathing a little.]

nnngh. I'm sorry. It's just... [she flicked some water onto the coals to add more steam.] It's hard not to notice that you're really pretty right now.

[cyan_maid]

Hmmmm...well - if that's a subject they ever want to broach, I'll keep an ear open. But okay.

[She glances at Sam, perhaps at those claws.] But now that you mention it...

[samantha_grey]

mmm? You... want to know something about what makes me tick, I take it?

[unchain]

O--Oh. [well that was unexpected. Elizabeth retracts her hand & looks down at her lap, hands awkwardly folding over it.]

I-I'm sorry. [Sam was paying her a compliment but she feels like she's the one at fault here. though she flushes, appreciating it all the same.]

[samantha_grey]

[She blinked and leaned forward, instantly regretting that she had done so. They were both a little heated, and planting a hand on the other side of Elizabeth had brought her in close to that heat, face still beet red.]

You don't have to say you're sorry for being attractive. I'm the one with the problem here, Elizabeth.

[unchain]

I just... I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, that's all.

[Elizabeth's not exactly sure what to do here. she knows very well what Sam is but she wants to assure her friend she's not going to distance herself from her just because of that.]

[cyan_maid]

If you're willing to talk about it! Not everyday you meet a girl with a tail, after all.

[samantha_grey]

mmm, alright. Fair enough. What do you want to know about sex demons and their children? [Nope, she's just going to be a little bald about it. Better to be clear.]

[samantha_grey]

[She laughed a little, hovering nearby and shaking her head.] It's not something you can control. You don't need to feel bad. It's just something inside me that's wrong and that you're really kind to put up with. It's not fair of me.

[cyan_maid]

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Why yes, Jane's certainly turned a lovely shade of red.]

S-Sex demons...what? Wh - not a thing!!

[samantha_grey]

Succubi and Incubi are demons that prey on lust and desire. Sorry, I guess you hadn't picked that up yet. I'm a cambion, which means I'm half succubus since my dad was an incubus.

...

I'll go a little slower if you'd rather. Why don't you ask questions you are sure you want answers to?

[kuramaless]

Er. Maybe?

[He really doesn't know.]

[samantha_grey]

Eh. If it's him, I know him. He's an ass.

[cyan_maid]

T-They don't really exist where I'm from...[She rubs her very red face, but she's still listening to Sam.] Erm...okay, so, um...how does that happen?

I - I mean, well, I know how babies happen, but what I mean is, er, how is that possible??

[samantha_grey]

Incubi and succubi are able to mate with humans. Cambions ... well we can, but we're basically mules. I think the demons can because it's just one more perversion and that's what it's all about for most of them.

But it isn't that different from you. My father was just one of them, and my mom raised me in secret when she escaped.

Is that what you were asking.

[unchain]

[she shakes her head.] Despite of what you are, I want to be friends with you, Samantha. If that means you... are the way you have to be, that's fine.

[a soft hand rests upon Sam's.] There's nothing wrong with you.

[samantha_grey]

There's a lot wrong with me. [She closed her eyes and her body shifted as she breathed in heavily.] You know what I am, what part of me wants. It's more under control... but I still want to feed from you sometimes.

Friends don't do that.

[cyan_maid]

[She gives a half shrug, shakes her head.] I'm not sure...? I'm just...a little confused.

[It's a blanket statement. Jane's not sure what to think - nothing bad of Sam of course, but all this weirdness...]

Maybe it's more...how did all that come to be in the first place? The demons and all that. We have - stories, but they're not real.

And you swear you're not pulling my leg?

[samantha_grey]

Oh... that.

[She sighed and walked around after getting herself a cup of tea and settled in the chair opposite Jane. Reaching out a hand, she let her smell the faint sulfur close to her skin. It wasn't offensive quite like the smell should have been normally.]

Smell that. It's as much proof as the fangs and tail, or the scars where my wings used to be... but you want to know why?

The first demons were rebels. Servants of a very jealous god, they turned on him and were cast from heaven. Demons and Angels, in my world, are servants or rebels who embody either something related to purity of spirit, or the corruption of that spirit. So some demons are all about greed, some angels all about generosity.

Succubi are there about lust and desire. That's about as much as I ever really figured out from what my mom taught me. We weren't worshipers of that god.

[kuramaless]

He was kind of a jerk, yeah.

[cyan_maid]

[It's kind of an unexpected scent though, but Jane tries not to wrinkle her nose or look too displeased. Trying to be polite and all.

She listens carefully to Sam's story - maybe even tries to imagine the girl with wings.] Hmm...I...guess I understand? Maybe.

[samantha_grey]

If it doesn't make complete sense, don't feel bad. The war between them didn't make sense to me either. It all seemed self-serving, futile and worthless. The short version's that a succubus or incubus is like a black widow. They mate and feed at the same time.

... and it leads to a lot of very twisted emotions I have had to control.

[samantha_grey]

Yeah, he's a good example of what they're like. A couple of them are more or less friendly, but he's an entitled schmuck.

[kuramaless]

Oh.

Guess I'll watch out then, yeah?

[samantha_grey]

heh, they're an acquired taste. I'll definitely say that.