I promised Lemna that I would get this story started. It's been an idea that has rolled and tumbled in my head, and is
where I get my handle from. All characters and plot are my own. Any similarities to others work is purely coincidence. Please don't use any of my
characters or ideas without my permission. Simply message me and get my permission first. I hope it is liked...I have written and re-written this story 4
times. I'm hoping to be satisfied with this. But this particular storyteller and Muse are picky 
I digress, and will let you move onto the story. Also, if you would, please review and let me know what
you think. Thank you much, ladies!
I awoke in darkness. There was not a sliver of light around me to make out even the tiniest detail. I shivered, covered now in goosebumps, feeling something that was as foreign to me as the room was black. I felt fear. It was a fear that called to the human inside me, and made her cower and shiver. I, the ranna, or the succubi demon, lived in the shadows. My home was the black void. I felt no qualms about being surrounded by inky depths. But the human, she had always feared the dark. It was a phobia that had been worsened in her childhood, and was a wound never fully healed.
Using my senses, I reached out with hearing and smell, trying to discover where, when and perhaps how my circumstances had come to be. I heard the faint sound of my own heartbeat and breathing. I heard a voice that was impossible to comprehend, as well as many other voices that were like a quiet buzz, a mere distraction that should be ignored. I smelled...nothing. The air had no odor, pleasant or otherwise. That registered in my brain, and put all instincts on high alert. It wasn't lost on I or my human counterpart that this lack of smell was something that would not bode well for either of us.
"Dark Star. It's glad I am to see you. You have been taken from your slumber and seized in your wait for your Master's reawakening to complete a mission for the High Ones. They have called you specifically, matched you to this child, so that you may guide the child through the perilous paths Fate has put before her. You are to guard her, watch over her, guide her when she asks it of you. But DO NOT interfere. Share very little of yourself, but know her to the bottom of her soul. Have you any questions?"
I sat, momentarily speechless. The High Ones were requiring this of me? The very group of beings that Master bowed to? The entities that had touched or influenced anyone that entered into their realm of energies, magicks and realms? They asked this of me?
I stepped forward, bowing my head respectfully, and dipping the deepest curtsy I could. " I have three questions. What knowledge or experience am I to gain and take away from this assignment? Who is the child I have been requested to guard and what dangers may befall her? And what tools or powers am I relegated to using to acheive the protection of my charge?" At this last sentence, I lifted my eyes to where the voice was coming from, and tried to see who it was who spoke to me. Tried to read their intent, but failed to make anything of the shadows
"To answer those questions, Dark One. To your first, you will learn of another culture, another world, another being. You will learn more about the human soul hat you are intertwined with, and be better for it. To the second, you will know soon enough who you have been sent to protect. It may come as a shock, be it pleasent or unpleasent is purely on you. The dangers she faces are more often than not, from herslef. To the third, you may use any of your knowledge, talents, abilities and powers to aid yourself and your charge. As long as you don't reveal too much. Keep your identity and what you are somewhat mysterious.
I have answered your questions, and you have your mission and parameters. I will pull you where you need to be. And before I could speak a word, I was gone.
That was many years ago. Since then, I have become accustomed to my charge. It so happens it was a human they wished me to protect. I would have never guessed it. I was joined with her not long after her birth. It took five years for contact to be made. I slept, planned, reinforced and gathered knowledge during those five years. In short, I prepared. I was her invisible friend that she played with. Her make believe companion. Those early years for very informative, for I and the child. And then she got older and lost the belief in magick that all children have. It was another 8 years, her 16th year, before I would be remembered and called upon.
Now would be a good time to formally introduce myself. As I travel back in my memories, the past weighs at once light and heavy. It's a burden and a gift. My name is Quiranna. I am the second-in-command of the Hells, the right hand of my Master. He is Wind of Death, the most powerful Overlord the Hells have seen in millenia. My calling as a human was Healer, a Wise One. It is frightening and fitting that now, my gifts and knowledge are used for my new role in the Abyss. I am now Wind of Death's assassin, his torturer, his assistant in all things. I am his scholar, the trainer of his elite. I am, all at once, his most faithful as well as his most loathed. Simply because I spark within him emotions ha doesn't have the capacity to understand. He understands, accepts and welcomes parts of my being...and others he turns from in disgust. But I love him, feel as if I have loved him through all my lives. And yet I also despise him. He is the beautiful lie, the deceiver, the one that will make you bleed, yet beg for one more touch, kiss or taste. He isn't an addiction I can find the will to let go of. And that makes him perversely happy.
I am fair and honorable to a fault. I am at once diplomatic and impatient. I am deadly in accuracy with any weapon I choose to wield. I love my sisters. There are six of us. We are the mothers of each of our particular sects. All succubi come from us. Each sect is different, they live by different rules, hunt in different ways. Their mantras, battle cries and personalities all reflect the attitude of the mother of the sect. I can tell you some information on three of the six. But the other three we keep shrouded in secrecy. It's imperative.
My sect is a sect that has been lied to, deceived and betrayed by their one and only. We seek retribution, fair and equal payment for wrongs that were visited. Our battle cry is I hurt. My sister Sarana, Hell's third ranking officer, my best friend is of a similar sect, but they seek not fair retribution. They seek vengeance. They have no use for justice or fairness. Their every ambition centers around the word "more". This overflows to other areas. They are voracious lovers, rapacious in their search for power and standing, fiercely competitive and will never stop.
Hell's fourth in command, but in no way is she weak, comes in the form of the Betrayer. The first of us. Lylith. She is physically weaker than either Sarana or I, as well as being lazy and prideful. But what she lacks in physical prowess, she makes up for in sheer magickal ability. She could easily be third-in-command or perhaps even second. But her indolence keeps those goals from her reach. Though most times I don't believe she cares. She's seen my job, and I don't believe she has any designs upon it.
They are family, to put it simply. Closer than any blood kin I have ever had. I won't bore you by telling you all of the mundane things about life in the Hell's. Needless to say, things were never boring. We trained constantly, with every weapon imaginable. Or at least imaginable at that time. Guns didn't exist. We all had our favored sword, or favored blunt weapon, our favored ranged weapon and a favored stance for unarmed. I carried the most weapons on me of us all, for any of the multiple needs I could have.
Also as second-in-command I was given a special dagger tha could kill any demon from the Hells. I always had this on my person at any point in time. My sword was specially forged by my Master when I took my position as second-in-command. It is enchanted so that only I or he can weild it. I have any number of poisons on my person as well as a whip I carry everywhere. I also carry sais as that is my preferred weapon when my sword is not available. I am a walking arsenal.
My life as a succubus was a myriad of horrors and ecstacy. It was a life I never knew I could have, could never have conceived of before my visit from the ranna.
I digress, and will let you move onto the story. Also, if you would, please review and let me know what
you think. Thank you much, ladies!
I awoke in darkness. There was not a sliver of light around me to make out even the tiniest detail. I shivered, covered now in goosebumps, feeling something that was as foreign to me as the room was black. I felt fear. It was a fear that called to the human inside me, and made her cower and shiver. I, the ranna, or the succubi demon, lived in the shadows. My home was the black void. I felt no qualms about being surrounded by inky depths. But the human, she had always feared the dark. It was a phobia that had been worsened in her childhood, and was a wound never fully healed.
Using my senses, I reached out with hearing and smell, trying to discover where, when and perhaps how my circumstances had come to be. I heard the faint sound of my own heartbeat and breathing. I heard a voice that was impossible to comprehend, as well as many other voices that were like a quiet buzz, a mere distraction that should be ignored. I smelled...nothing. The air had no odor, pleasant or otherwise. That registered in my brain, and put all instincts on high alert. It wasn't lost on I or my human counterpart that this lack of smell was something that would not bode well for either of us.
"Dark Star. It's glad I am to see you. You have been taken from your slumber and seized in your wait for your Master's reawakening to complete a mission for the High Ones. They have called you specifically, matched you to this child, so that you may guide the child through the perilous paths Fate has put before her. You are to guard her, watch over her, guide her when she asks it of you. But DO NOT interfere. Share very little of yourself, but know her to the bottom of her soul. Have you any questions?"
I sat, momentarily speechless. The High Ones were requiring this of me? The very group of beings that Master bowed to? The entities that had touched or influenced anyone that entered into their realm of energies, magicks and realms? They asked this of me?
I stepped forward, bowing my head respectfully, and dipping the deepest curtsy I could. " I have three questions. What knowledge or experience am I to gain and take away from this assignment? Who is the child I have been requested to guard and what dangers may befall her? And what tools or powers am I relegated to using to acheive the protection of my charge?" At this last sentence, I lifted my eyes to where the voice was coming from, and tried to see who it was who spoke to me. Tried to read their intent, but failed to make anything of the shadows
"To answer those questions, Dark One. To your first, you will learn of another culture, another world, another being. You will learn more about the human soul hat you are intertwined with, and be better for it. To the second, you will know soon enough who you have been sent to protect. It may come as a shock, be it pleasent or unpleasent is purely on you. The dangers she faces are more often than not, from herslef. To the third, you may use any of your knowledge, talents, abilities and powers to aid yourself and your charge. As long as you don't reveal too much. Keep your identity and what you are somewhat mysterious.
I have answered your questions, and you have your mission and parameters. I will pull you where you need to be. And before I could speak a word, I was gone.
That was many years ago. Since then, I have become accustomed to my charge. It so happens it was a human they wished me to protect. I would have never guessed it. I was joined with her not long after her birth. It took five years for contact to be made. I slept, planned, reinforced and gathered knowledge during those five years. In short, I prepared. I was her invisible friend that she played with. Her make believe companion. Those early years for very informative, for I and the child. And then she got older and lost the belief in magick that all children have. It was another 8 years, her 16th year, before I would be remembered and called upon.
Now would be a good time to formally introduce myself. As I travel back in my memories, the past weighs at once light and heavy. It's a burden and a gift. My name is Quiranna. I am the second-in-command of the Hells, the right hand of my Master. He is Wind of Death, the most powerful Overlord the Hells have seen in millenia. My calling as a human was Healer, a Wise One. It is frightening and fitting that now, my gifts and knowledge are used for my new role in the Abyss. I am now Wind of Death's assassin, his torturer, his assistant in all things. I am his scholar, the trainer of his elite. I am, all at once, his most faithful as well as his most loathed. Simply because I spark within him emotions ha doesn't have the capacity to understand. He understands, accepts and welcomes parts of my being...and others he turns from in disgust. But I love him, feel as if I have loved him through all my lives. And yet I also despise him. He is the beautiful lie, the deceiver, the one that will make you bleed, yet beg for one more touch, kiss or taste. He isn't an addiction I can find the will to let go of. And that makes him perversely happy.
I am fair and honorable to a fault. I am at once diplomatic and impatient. I am deadly in accuracy with any weapon I choose to wield. I love my sisters. There are six of us. We are the mothers of each of our particular sects. All succubi come from us. Each sect is different, they live by different rules, hunt in different ways. Their mantras, battle cries and personalities all reflect the attitude of the mother of the sect. I can tell you some information on three of the six. But the other three we keep shrouded in secrecy. It's imperative.
My sect is a sect that has been lied to, deceived and betrayed by their one and only. We seek retribution, fair and equal payment for wrongs that were visited. Our battle cry is I hurt. My sister Sarana, Hell's third ranking officer, my best friend is of a similar sect, but they seek not fair retribution. They seek vengeance. They have no use for justice or fairness. Their every ambition centers around the word "more". This overflows to other areas. They are voracious lovers, rapacious in their search for power and standing, fiercely competitive and will never stop.
Hell's fourth in command, but in no way is she weak, comes in the form of the Betrayer. The first of us. Lylith. She is physically weaker than either Sarana or I, as well as being lazy and prideful. But what she lacks in physical prowess, she makes up for in sheer magickal ability. She could easily be third-in-command or perhaps even second. But her indolence keeps those goals from her reach. Though most times I don't believe she cares. She's seen my job, and I don't believe she has any designs upon it.
They are family, to put it simply. Closer than any blood kin I have ever had. I won't bore you by telling you all of the mundane things about life in the Hell's. Needless to say, things were never boring. We trained constantly, with every weapon imaginable. Or at least imaginable at that time. Guns didn't exist. We all had our favored sword, or favored blunt weapon, our favored ranged weapon and a favored stance for unarmed. I carried the most weapons on me of us all, for any of the multiple needs I could have.
Also as second-in-command I was given a special dagger tha could kill any demon from the Hells. I always had this on my person at any point in time. My sword was specially forged by my Master when I took my position as second-in-command. It is enchanted so that only I or he can weild it. I have any number of poisons on my person as well as a whip I carry everywhere. I also carry sais as that is my preferred weapon when my sword is not available. I am a walking arsenal.
My life as a succubus was a myriad of horrors and ecstacy. It was a life I never knew I could have, could never have conceived of before my visit from the ranna.
