still
large enough that I could follow it. Stopping at the edge of a
ringed perimeter of an Imp. Imps were offspring of Succubus and
Wizards or Warlocks. They were hideous creatures whose skin was
dirty brown with decay and they had to feed off souls. They also
were incredibly powerful with magic, but weak otherwise.
I did not think defeating the creature would
be difficult; after all they were the offspring of Succubus who
tricked foolish lonely Wizards. I had no doubt that a Warlock, the
more powerful out of Wizards, would have just as easily killed the
Succubus for trying to mate with them. An Imp’s magic held no power
over me. I pushed through the ring of magic and continued on. There
was a trace of her magic going along the road. I followed it.
Further down the road, I found what I was
looking for. She was hunched over, a light glamour was coating her
skin, but I saw through it. I saw through all glamour. Her head was
practically bald with light strings of grey hair. I knew that her
face and skin would be patchy with open, gaping wounds. None of
this mattered to me. What mattered was that her normal aura, which
should have been a mix of grey, off-white puss color, was now
tinted a bright silver, shining at the edges with rainbows. It was
Valentine’s. I moved up toward the Banshee. She turned her decaying
eyes toward me and snarled. I smiled right back, displaying my
teeth.
Banshees were the scum of the demon
offspring and I did not care for them in the least. I was tolerant
of their kind when need be. I tolerated many paranormals. I moved
up to her, the creature tried to run but her body was frail. Even
having Valentine’s energy couldn’t erase the years of abuse her
body seemed to have taken. I had seen well-fed Banshees before,
they could be very beautiful creatures. This Banshee, I was
guessing, had herself trapped by the Imp. Not that surprising, as
Imps used Banshees for their personal slaves.
I willed my body in front of hers, no longer
enjoying the fear that poured off her body in waves. I absorbed it,
allowing it to feed my body only because I needed all the strength
I could get. That Djinn was proving more difficult to deal with
than I thought. Valentine would have been mine by now if it
wasn’t for her violet haired friend.
My frustration leaked out; the muscles in my
arm tightened and my hand squeezed the Banshee’s throat. Her eyes
bulged slightly; terror was now sliding off of her and into me. It
was the closest thing to ecstasy that I could taste. I smiled, my
tongue flickering to taste the sweet aura. I had to rein in my
frenzied state and focus.
The Banshee was barely breathing now. I
loosened my grip slightly and stared into her eyes.
“Tell me where they were headed.”
The Banshee looked away from me. I could see
that she was weighing her options. I did not know what Valentine
had done for her, but she must have healed her at one point.
Valentine’s aura would not have lingered on the beast if she
hadn’t.
“If you do not answer, I will find out
myself.” At my warning, the Banshee’s eyes grew even wider. Wraiths
were known for our mind invasion, any other powers we expel are
only done in front of those who will die. Not many had faced a
Wraith and lived.
“They were heading north. New York, I
believe.” Even though I knew the words she spoke were true, I
invaded her mind. So easily she betrayed the girl who saved her. I
was not as kind about it as I was with Audrey. I smashed through
her shields, they were not even strong. I took over the space,
pushing her roughly into the smallest corner of her mind. I could
hear the seducing scream that caressed against my skin. I pulled my
mind away from the pleasure. I searched her memory, throwing away
memories I did not care for. I went through years of her pain. Pain
that was drawing me in, it had been so long since I had allowed
myself to simmer in the pleasure of another’s pain. I grabbed a
hold of my resistance and moved onto
large enough that I could follow it. Stopping at the edge of a
ringed perimeter of an Imp. Imps were offspring of Succubus and
Wizards or Warlocks. They were hideous creatures whose skin was
dirty brown with decay and they had to feed off souls. They also
were incredibly powerful with magic, but weak otherwise.
I did not think defeating the creature would
be difficult; after all they were the offspring of Succubus who
tricked foolish lonely Wizards. I had no doubt that a Warlock, the
more powerful out of Wizards, would have just as easily killed the
Succubus for trying to mate with them. An Imp’s magic held no power
over me. I pushed through the ring of magic and continued on. There
was a trace of her magic going along the road. I followed it.
Further down the road, I found what I was
looking for. She was hunched over, a light glamour was coating her
skin, but I saw through it. I saw through all glamour. Her head was
practically bald with light strings of grey hair. I knew that her
face and skin would be patchy with open, gaping wounds. None of
this mattered to me. What mattered was that her normal aura, which
should have been a mix of grey, off-white puss color, was now
tinted a bright silver, shining at the edges with rainbows. It was
Valentine’s. I moved up toward the Banshee. She turned her decaying
eyes toward me and snarled. I smiled right back, displaying my
teeth.
Banshees were the scum of the demon
offspring and I did not care for them in the least. I was tolerant
of their kind when need be. I tolerated many paranormals. I moved
up to her, the creature tried to run but her body was frail. Even
having Valentine’s energy couldn’t erase the years of abuse her
body seemed to have taken. I had seen well-fed Banshees before,
they could be very beautiful creatures. This Banshee, I was
guessing, had herself trapped by the Imp. Not that surprising, as
Imps used Banshees for their personal slaves.
I willed my body in front of hers, no longer
enjoying the fear that poured off her body in waves. I absorbed it,
allowing it to feed my body only because I needed all the strength
I could get. That Djinn was proving more difficult to deal with
than I thought. Valentine would have been mine by now if it
wasn’t for her violet haired friend.
My frustration leaked out; the muscles in my
arm tightened and my hand squeezed the Banshee’s throat. Her eyes
bulged slightly; terror was now sliding off of her and into me. It
was the closest thing to ecstasy that I could taste. I smiled, my
tongue flickering to taste the sweet aura. I had to rein in my
frenzied state and focus.
The Banshee was barely breathing now. I
loosened my grip slightly and stared into her eyes.
“Tell me where they were headed.”
The Banshee looked away from me. I could see
that she was weighing her options. I did not know what Valentine
had done for her, but she must have healed her at one point.
Valentine’s aura would not have lingered on the beast if she
hadn’t.
“If you do not answer, I will find out
myself.” At my warning, the Banshee’s eyes grew even wider. Wraiths
were known for our mind invasion, any other powers we expel are
only done in front of those who will die. Not many had faced a
Wraith and lived.
“They were heading north. New York, I
believe.” Even though I knew the words she spoke were true, I
invaded her mind. So easily she betrayed the girl who saved her. I
was not as kind about it as I was with Audrey. I smashed through
her shields, they were not even strong. I took over the space,
pushing her roughly into the smallest corner of her mind. I could
hear the seducing scream that caressed against my skin. I pulled my
mind away from the pleasure. I searched her memory, throwing away
memories I did not care for. I went through years of her pain. Pain
that was drawing me in, it had been so long since I had allowed
myself to simmer in the pleasure of another’s pain. I grabbed a
hold of my resistance and moved onto
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