RHYDSTORM’S POV
That fucking piece of shite!
Oh Mateo was going to die when I got my claws on him and I mean it this time.
He had one job, one job to take care of my nightclub and now I was staring at my bar, Eros, with disgusting guy feeders in my bar!
The Alp-luachra were not typically allowed in bars or supernatural hangout spots because if you fell asleep in front of one, they'd crawl into your stomach and feed from you.
They were slow killers that were truly disgusting and now I have a riot of them in my bar!
I exhale sharply as around me, patrons are staggering and vomiting not noticing they are being drained from the inside by these leeches.
Eros was not supposed to look like this, it was supposed to be my feeding ground not an avenue for people with eating fetish.
And now it's useless.
“Mateo…” I mutter under my breath with anger.
“When I find you, I’m going to rip your wings off and decorate the ceiling with them.”
I pinch.the bridge of my nose as the irritation and exhaustion was getting to me.
I haven't fed in days and out here in the human realm, that could be fatal especially with my regeneration slower compared to when I was in hell.
I need release and sex right now.
Without hell’s magic or life force, this is what I'm now reduced to.
Feeding like a lowly incubus surviving in carnal pleasure.
Pathetic.
And if I didn’t feed soon, I would stop being selective and become aggressive.
And I cannot risk any aggressive behavior especially not with the Accursed Games coming up really soon.
That is the only reason I tolerate this world. I need to win trials and return back to hell so I can reclaim my heritage and look my bastard father in the eye.
Eros, the demon sin of pleasure that banished me, his son for being born half demon.
Like it's my fault and not his, so I named this nightclub after him in spite knowing he hates humans.
Four hundred years of exile and being called a mistake and a halfbreed abomination.
My horns ached faintly beneath illusion magic on my head like a phantom pain after they were cut off by my step brother as a reminder and a warning.
I will have my revenge but I need to feed first.
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I scanned the bar for options but the population was not satisfying.
Vampires?
No. They were emo parasites pretending sadness was a personality trait for them.
Witches?
Absolutely not! The last one tried to bind my “essence” mid stroke.
I am not ready to be a father.
Werewolves?
Tempting, but with the full moon out, I'm not interested in being bitten mid release.
Elves?
Too much talking.
Dryads?
No, I am not repeating that botanical disaster.
Demigoddess?
I paused as I looked at her once more.
Demigoddess are rare as they come and for one to be here?
A boon for me!
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We are fucking real hard and slow when I catch a scent.
It's warm blooded and… a human?
I slowly inhale as my cock reacts even before I do in hunger.
Who is that?
“…What is that?” I whispered.
The scent isn’t just present, it's alive and thrumming in my veins.
I turned slowly and scanned the alleyway but she's no longer there.
I exhale slowly and focus to find the source.
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Then, I find it!
It's near the alley exit so I move with inhuman speed right in front of her and there she is.
A mortal.
She bumps into me and falls backwards before her eyes widen with shock at the sight of my still stiff member.
Oh right, I was interrupted mid stroke.
I stared down at her before finally asking her something since she's just content to stare at my naked self like a pervert.
“My eyes are up here, fledgling,” I remind this perverted human.
Seriously, who looks at a hungry incubus with desire?
And when she goes red and looks away in embarrassment, I internally regret telling her off.
Her face was definitely pretty too.
“Raise your head,” I say softly. “Let me see the face of my peeper.”
But as she does, the wind carries her scent straight to my nose causing me to stumble in my posture and nearly lose control.
“Who are your parents?” I ask, holding a hand to block my nose.
She e doesn’t answer but instead she's staring at me like I am a mistake or she's hallucinating.
Oh right, the horns and my hooves, I'm still in my partial demon form.
I inhale greedily again as my whole body tightens.
Oh… this mortal is dangerous.
I crouched down to her level on the ground and tilted my head.
“You’re the peeping Tom from the alley,” I say slowly as she finally shows fear and embarrassment.
I inhale again and something shifts wrongly inside me causing me to frown.
“…Impossible.”
Because I now understand what I am smelling now. She isn't just merely a human, she's something else.
Something pure that hasn't been tainted by any other supernatural.
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She is a virgin.
The realization makes me think whether today is my birthday as the odds of a virgin female mortal still having a strong life force is practically harder than finding a celibate incubus.
“…How are you still alive?” I murmur as I assume other supernaturals would have surely tried to have her.
“I–uh–I think I’ll just leave now.”
She tries to sidestep me but I merely hold her in place, careful not to break her as I remember she's a human, and mortal
“Kiss me…”
I command using a tiny bit of the compulsion magic incubus are famous for, wanting to test something.
I already know how this all would pan out.
She'll blink, smile and come closer and closer to me until she kisses me.
I let out a cold smile as she moves closer and closer.
Just as I prepare to kiss he–
A punch from nowhere greets my face with a snarl from her.
“Die and go to hell you pervert exhibitionist!”
She instantly turns and runs for her dear life, running away and leaving me in confusion.
What the hell just happened?!
