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I Submit to Thee

By: AydenIsaac
folder Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
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Eleven

We got Liz back. She's doing alright, though a bit shaken by the whole thing. He didn't seem to do much to her, though we can't tell if he's just suppressed the memories or not. All we can do is hope that he didn't do anything that could cause us problems later.

Vince however, is not doing so well.

We managed to suppress his demon for now, but we fear it will come back later. He spent hours apologizing to us, saying he didn't want to let it through, that he tried to hold it back but it was more powerful than he had thought. We told him that it was alright, that it wasn’t his fault, but he won't listen.

He's so broken.

He never really took to Liz all that well, but he feels terrible about what happened to her because of his demon. He blames himself for not being strong enough to keep it down.

He still blames himself, and I as well, for Dana.

He doesn't know what to do anymore, and it hurts us almost as much as it hurts him.

It hurts me more than the others though, even if it is less than the pain he feels.

Either way, no matter what happens, we have to make sure that he keeps his head up, that he doesn’t let himself drown in misery. That we don't lose him to the darkness again.

But who knows how to do that now?

That power was lost with Dana.

With James before that, another good friend lost.

There wasn't exactly much he had left to live for. Just us; Caleb, Mike, Samuel, maybe a few others.

And me. But it wasn't like he wanted much of anything to do with me. He kept telling us that it was all his fault, but I knew that every time he said "my fault" he meant "our fault."

Now he blames me more than ever. Now he knows what I am, who I am. A succubus. Lover of sex, death and chaos. It didn't matter to him that I was more human than he would ever know. He didn't know more of my kind.
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