Birth of a Demon

She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled.  It was a horrific, insane smile that made her fellow inmates move to the far side of the dungeon.  The young woman cocked her head to the side and watched them shuffle away in their chains.  She shrugged with a sudden burst of energy and stepped out of her manacles as if they weren’t there.

“It’s a lovely day,” she groans as she stretches.  Several of the men turn to look at her revealed belly since she was the most attractive object in the dungeon.  Covered in dirt and scars, but she would have been a well-sought beauty on the outside.

Her hand slips to her pocket again, patting the box like an old friend and feeling a warmth rise from it.  It tingles up her arm and reminds her of the promise that she has to keep.  To fail would anger her friend and he has been waiting for so long to get what he desires most in the world.  She’s proud that he chose her to be his friend and ally.  Although, there was the promise of freedom after so many years of prostituting herself to the guards for hot food and occasional baths.  Odd that those same skills got her locked up.  Well, that and a string of corpses that tried to stiff her on payment after the deed.

“Remember that you promised,” she whispered before creaking the box lid open. “I get my freedom.”

A hideous howl shreds the air as a monster bursts from the box, tearing the young woman in half.  The red-skinned demon with horns of ice and talons of fire wastes no time eating the screaming inmates.  A few of the bolder men try to fight back, but their struggling only makes them taste better. By the time guards get into the dungeon, everyone has been devoured and the demon barrels into them.  It is a night filled with shrieks and the crunching of bone until the demon is happily snacking on the warden and walking back to the dungeon.

“I did promise you your freedom,” the demon says in a baritone voice, crouching over the remains of the young woman.  He throws the remains of the warden over his shoulder and picks up her two halves. “I’m a noble beast, so I will make good on my promise.”

Pressing her halves together, the demon chants a sickening spell that mends her flesh.  Her skin turns a beautiful pink while her curves fill out and her hair becomes a shimmering silver.  A weaving tail grows off her spine as four bat-like wings erupt from her back and flex in the dull light.  Her ice blue eyes open to make the demon’s heart skip a beat.  Never had he seen a more beautiful creature of darkness.

“I’m going to like this,” the young woman says, examining her flawless, demonic body. “Do I have a new name?”

“Whatever your black heart desires.”

She strokes his chest and rises to whisper in his ear, “Call me Succubus.”

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.

63 comments on “Birth of a Demon

  1. ohhhhhh, sickeningly good 🙂

  2. Succubus… Ha! Succubus/Incubus have been among my favorites of dark creatures. Interesting tale.. and the bloodiness only made it more appealing.

  3. Haha, loved it Charles! 🙂

  4. Nice. You wrote in past tense. Trying something different?


  6. Dear Charles,

    If you would like to call me a succubus in public at least remember to include my name. Thank you for the future respect, I worked hard to earn this title–IONIA.

  7. Plus you made me a little hot

  8. I’m way past menopause but I’m feeling the heat! Nicely done, Charles 😉

  9. I stepped away to do 1000 words and what do I find? Someone named Succubus. What is a bus anyway?

  10. I might need a moment alone with this story.

  11. Gulp! Now that was scary – to me – and well written.

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