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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[cyan_maid]

He what?

[There's a sudden flush.] He's never - not to me! He just asks a lot of questions!!

[samantha_grey]

Oh? That'll change at some point. Trust me. He loves everyone. [She smirked at her.]

Just not the way a succubus might.

[cyan_maid]

Well - uh - maybe that's just how he is, then?

[Yeah succubus is just an analogy totally, that's what Jane thinks.]

[samantha_grey]

Oh, that's definitely just how he is. He loves and cares for everyone. So does she. There's nothing sexual about it.

[On the one hand, offering the promise that no, she wasn't making lewd comments on either of them, and on the other backhandedly implying that they probably applied to her, somewhere deep down...]

[cyan_maid]

Mm! That's right. It isn't always that way, after all.

[You had her scared for a second, Sam!]

[samantha_grey]

mmm? It usually isn't that way. Most people are pretty selfish about their affections, to some extent or another. They're both... a little odd that way. Nothing like me. It's always been... strange to talk with them about their feelings.

[cyan_maid]

[Jane shrugs. She...knows a thing or two about selfishness and relationships, but probably not the way Sam does.]

Maybe that's just how things go along for them where they're from. You never know!

[samantha_grey]

Neither of them is human, so... I think you're right. That may have a lot to do with it.

[cyan_maid]

[There's a pause.]

Sorry, I'm not sure I heard you right. They're not human...?

[samantha_grey]

Kaworu is an angel... and Namine is, well, something else. I'd rather you not ask her what. It's private, but it's close to human anyway. It just changes things for them.

[cyan_maid]

[She frowns a little.]

Mmm. Well - no, I won't ask about it to either of them, if that's the case. I just wouldn't have assumed they were anything else but human. But I...I don't think it matters? Not really?

[samantha_grey]

It doesn't, and they're mostly human here. It's only the little things that are different... cosmetic, or stuff like my claws. Nothing drastic like in their homes.

[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?

[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.]

[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?

[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.

[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.

[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.

[cyan_maid]

[A black widow she can understand - and the image does help. Jane pales a little and frowns.

It doesn't sound pleasant, so she's wary to ask for a demonstration to make sure.]

I see...that must be really tough. Unimaginably tough.