She could tell by the smell she was in the blood planes. Ugh, Queenie thought with disgust. Like she ever wanted to be here again. Queenie sat up and looked at the corpse of the golden gate. Such a waste. Queenie looked around her old haunt. It was the same spooky sounds and the copper smell. More walls than not were covered in living flesh. It would have been nice to be back if Queenie didn’t want to burn everything to the ground. She needed to find that sneak shade. Fucking Seoung Il-sung. How did he get roped into working with Poeah, Queenie thought. Her dead lover turned shade for Gommah. Now he was back under the thumb of the Blood Maiden. This couldn’t stand. Queenie needed to put her former lover down for his own good.
Queenie grabbed the dead bird, bit it’s head off and spat it on the bloody ground, like it was a cork. Then she sucked what little congealing blood she could from the husk. It was dameaning, like she was some fucking vampire thrall. Too damn bad, Queenie told herself. She needed more power, and power was in the blood. The golden gate’s blood thrummed through Queenie. It made her twitch. She loved it. The wound in her gut began to close. It was by no means as good as syphoning the sexual energy, but Queenie had no idea how to go about that with a dead bird. She threw the drained bird corpse to the ground
“Right, time to work,” She told herself. Queenie made her way through the blood relm. To a place that was private enough for her schemes, yet easy enough to be found out. The Golden gate’s blood thrummed through Queenie. It had been so long since she properly stole the life force of another creature. Hopping from plane to plane looking for her lost loves had dulled her edge. Not a cute look, Queen thought. She searched the barren lands. Congealed blood splattered her boots as she walked. Nothing seemed promising.
A small group moved from around the corner of a particularly fatty flesh wall. Queenie slid the skull mask down, concealing her features from the three vampires. The shortest of the three - a female - noticed Queenie, and inclined her head. The other two were fixated by a techno pad, and didn’t notice the succubus. The hackers made Queenie think of Il-sung. She had looked forward to corrupting the naive hacker, but Gommah’s agent was faster. Another Elder thing for Queenie to spit in the many eyes of. She would need to be well hydrated.
Once they were close Queenie spun on her heel. She flattened her wings so the sharp edges sliced through the vampires’ middles. Only the female screamed. The two males didn’t know what hit them. Their dark blood washed over Queenie like a wave, and again Queenie fed, absorbing the blood through her skin. Queenie looked at the twitching corpses of the three vampires. All of them sawed in half. Their power sank in ,and Queenie was buzzing. Enough gluttony, the thought said. It was the voice of her most precious lover, Zenith. Two large blood red tears fell from Queenies eyes. Was this madness or power, Queenie wondered.The succubus shook herself. This was not what she was here to do.
She beckoned to her new found power, and the blood gorged tentacles crawled out of the sopping wet ground. They wrapped around the severed corpses, and sank them deep in the rotted earth. Then Queenie expanded her mind's eye, and the tentacles obeyed her demands. The tentacles fleshcrafter was exactly what the succubus was looking for, and before long the half room yawned before her fleshy and cave-like. Queenie entered the space. She summoned a looking glass and the flesh tentacles obliged. She looked herself over.
“Mess,” Queenie said to her scraped up, and dirty reflection. This would not do. Queenie pulled for her dimensional purse. A tiny space every self respecting succubus kept for her things. She removed her skull mask, and placed it in the dimensional purse. She shook out her tangled hair. The mahogany mass of hair almost framed her face in a becoming manner. Then she regarded the black mini dress. It was practically a filthy rag. Queenie ripped the thing in half with both hands. The naked glory of her chubby body shown through.
This must be celebrated, Queenie though. As she reached in her purse. Her hands searched blindly through the space for what she was looking for. One day some smart succubus will invent a dimensional purse you can see into, and be rolling in souls, Queenie thought. Her fingertips brushed against the gauzy fabric, and she yanked it free. She slipped the see through black gown over her naked flesh. Next Queenie retrieved a crown made of iron. Dried blood crusted it’s long row of liberty spikes. Queenie jammed the painful thing on her head. It pressed against her skull like a vise. She loved the feeling.
Now that she looked perfect Queenie summoned the blood tentacles once again. If I’m going to be slumming it I might as well be gluttenness about it. At her request the tentacles curled around her arms. She bit down with her claws, and sipped the blood through her fingertips. The tentacles tried to retreat, but Queenie’s grip was unflinching. The tentacles quivered and writhed, as the succubus devoured them. The tentacles began to shrivel. The power was minimal, but Queenie was never interested in leaving money on the table. The tentacles fell from her, used and mangled. Queenie looked herself over in the mirror.
“Beautiful,” Queenie said.
“Beauty is an illusion,” Said a familiar voice. “Only oneness is real.”
“Il-sung,” Queenie cooed at the wraith. “My lost lover.”
“There is no lost in the dark,” Il-sung drew his deadly daggers.
“Yes, my dearest.” The shade paused, and for a glimmer of a moment his true mind was his again. The regret was gut wrenching, but what was done was done. Coyly the succubus approached. “Come to me, Il-sung,” Queenie slinked closer. “I’m so hungry for you.”
“There is no hunger. Only-”
Queenie covered his boney jaws with her hand. She reached for the power the tentacles had granted, and used it all on this simple task. She pulled her hand away, and inplace of bone were the soft lips of her lover, and the whiskers that framed it.
“Oneness,” Queenie whispered. “Can we make oneness right now, Il-sung? Will you become one with me forever, my love.” Her hands slid the length of his arms, and pushed the dagger out of his hands. Queenie bent in. “I could slum it with you.”
“There is oneness in the dark.”
“I am the dark.” Queenie nodded to rub her nose up and down against his. His lips locked with her, and Queenie pounced. Her power took hold of him, and she sucked the darkness from the shade. She sucked it down in hard long drafts. Il-sung didn’t resist. His arms wound around her. It felt sentimental and good. She sucked him dry, and with what felt like not long enough Il-sung’s corpse crumbled beneath her. A rush of release and grief mingled in Queenie’s guts. She took a deep breath as she looked into the dead eyes of Il-sung. She knew then that she was never getting them back. Any of them. Okay then, Queenie thought. What now, Queenie thought in the voice of Zenith.
“I’m going to fuck Poeah to death, and burn her relm to the ground!”
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D. H. Torkavian
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