Succubus Companions ch 5 pt. 4

Even as the rest of the men looked up, Seraphine stepped out of the woods, dark leathery wings sprouting from her back.  Taking a breath, she steadied herself as she drew upon her natural abilities.  She reached out with her mind and immediately wished she had not as images of rape and violence flooded her head.  If intentions and cruelty alone were enough, these men would fit well into her home plane.

But for a creature to survive, let alone thrive in the abyss, intentions and cruelty alone mean little.  Cunning, creativity, deception, and most of all power drive the abyss and the hint of a smile came over Seraphine as the chaos of the men's thoughts washed over her...as well as the knowledge none could withstand her.

Drawing upon yet another of her natural abilities, she allowed the promise of passion and sex fill her voice.  Putting up one hand to signal Vician to hold off his next attack, she purred, "Boys, boys, surely that woman is more trouble than she is worth?  Why don't you drop your blades and come play with me instead?  Surely a willing victim is more fun than a dying woman?"  She let her dagger fall to the ground to the ground as a demonstration of her 'willingness.'

Had the men the ability to resist her charm, most would have been horrified.  As it was, only one man's eyes widened as he whispered in horror, "Succubus!"  However, even his sword joined those of his brethren as he watched them approach the demon.

Seraphine took all of this in and tried to process above the terror pounding in her heart.  As demons go, succubi tended to be weaker and therefore tended to avoid combat where possible.  Though Seraphine had been in several fights in the abyss, this was her first facing true combat and she was terrified even as she felt the exhilarating euphoria of the chaos washing over her.

As the first man reached her, she pulled him in for a quick kiss.  She felt disgusted with herself even as his life-force flowed from him into her.  She tried to stifle the inner turmoil as she committed an act she had sworn and had struggled to avoid.  She brought the man to the brink of death, before easing him down to the ground, laying down his unconscious body and surreptitiously grabbing her dagger.

She rose back to her feat as the second man reached to embrace her.  As she stepped into his embrace, she slipped into his mind momentarily to gleam the thoughts just under the surface of his mind.  Taking what she found there and putting it to use, she pressed her dagger into his hands and stood on tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "If you kill the others, you won't have to share."  She stepped back and watched in satisfaction as his eyes widened and the power of her suggestion took root in his mind.

The man spun at once to stab the nearest of his companions through the gut.  The stabbed man looked confused by the betrayal.  "Breven, why?  I'm your brother," he stammered as blood poured from the wound and gathered at the corner of his mouth.  The dead man's brother, Breven, turned back to Seraphine, just in time to see her hands had become claws... claws that bestowed the same treatment on Breven that he had just bestowed on his brother.