"No, there's no way." Crossing his arms diagonally over each other, Logan profusely denied the scene ahead of him.
There sat Selene, fast asleep in her tower of blankets. The room was just as dark as it'd been before, but with the help of his bettered physiology, Logan could more easily make out her shape.
"You must do this, Logan, if you wish to grow stronger. Can't you see? Her core has an insane amount of mana built up inside it, so even if your power went out of control, you wouldn't kill her. There's no other way. Plus, it's obvious she's head over heels for you—she would enjoy it," the succubus stated, half-joking. Logan took offense to how flatly she suggested such a sentiment.
Like a little devil constantly offering its devilish schemes, the succubus sat atop Logan's left shoulder, peering into Logan's ear with her devil whispers. Her tail wagged through the air, smacking into his back constantly.
"Could you stop that? It tickles. And no, I'm not banging my sister. That's complete insanity." Picking the succubus up, he tossed her onto the nearby couch seated in the living room. Then, quietly, he closed the door to Selene's bedroom.
Logan sort of knew about how strong his sister had been before the tragic accident. Even if she lost her Gift, her mana stores still wouldn't have diminished, so it made sense.
Still, he simply couldn't fathom participating in such an act with his sister.
Sifting through her words in his mind, his eyes shot open, clinging to one of her statements in particular.
'She speaks as if she knows my sister,' Logan pondered, stepping back for a moment. 'But beyond that, the succubus also knew of my past earlier, and seems to have a grasp on the type of person I am. This is all very weird.'
"This is why you brought me here? To suggest I jump my sister while she's sleeping? That's completely absurd, and, frankly, insensitive. And for that matter, how do you even know how she feels about me? You don't even know her."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I told you that you wouldn't be able to handle my first lesson. A rude awakening, isn't it?" Sarcastically, the succubus waved her index finger in the air. Then, a few coughs to clear her throat. "Young Padawan, you must have sex with your step-sister, or else you may never learn how to use your powers. And you don't want that, do you? Especially if you want to climb up the ranks at Buford Academy."
'Annoying,' Logan thought, holding back the urge to jump over and smack the thing. She was copying Yoda's voice, and with such precision too!
"As for how I know about Selene—I thought you would've figured it out by now, given those new eyes of yours."
Logan narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"
"I mean exactly that. You do recall how I survived getting drained of my mana, right?"
"Sure, I do. You said that you pulled in some of the remaining mana in the room."
"Then you must also know that the ambient mana was yours, correct?"
Like a bright light, a wave of insight flashed through Logan's mind. That was correct, the mana that she absorbed was imprinted on by him—unintentional or not. And, although he didn't have much personal experience with it, he did learn through a proper education that when a Gifted imprints their will upon the mana to heed their command, they also imprint their 'ego', or, in other words, everything that makes them, them.
That includes memories.
"Wait, so are you saying that right now, you hold a little bit of 'me' inside of you?" Creeped out, Logan grabbed his sides like someone were watching him change. His skin crawled with bumps from the prospect of another peering into his mind, and it was made even worse that it so happened to be this little demon.
"Well, of course. I don't recall you ever pulling out, or did you?" she quipped, chuckling at her own joke.
Logan could only pull his lips back and furrow his eyebrows with disgust, almost spitting out his words. "Come on, that's completely gross and out of place. You know what I meant."
"Hah, you're no fun, are you? You're incredibly horny at all times, but refuse to even laugh at a dirty joke?" Without any care in the world, she dug herself deeper into the pillows of the couch, staring down at the remote. Then, without even bothering to read the manual right next to it, she began clicking random points. "How do you work this thing?"
"You didn't answer my question!" Stomping his foot forward, Logan slammed his fist into the backboard of the couch.
A bit shaken at the sudden show of force, the succubus looked up at him with a genuine look of concern. "Loosen up, will you? You've literally been inside me, we're pretty much partners at this point."
"Then as my partner, I ask that you tell me the truth!"
This time, she took him a little more serious. "Alright, alright. If you really want to know, then yes, I do have your memories stored in this head of mine."
"So then—"
"Not just memories. Personality, character, habits, food likes and dislikes, feelings—all of those have bled into me. It's not an ideal state for someone of such high personal dignity such as myself, but I suppose part of your crudeness must have bled into me as well."
Looking down, Logan shut his mouth. He could somewhat understand the position she was in. For one reason or another, she came to consume him for survival—an act born from necessity. Then, once the deed was done, she was forced to take on personality traits and memories from the same person.
If it were him, he wouldn't even be able to speak, hatred for the situation ruining his mood. 'Maybe I need to practice being more sensitive to her.'
"Alright, I see your point. I apologize for my behavior." With his head tilted down, he didn't expect any response to leave her lips, but he was thoroughly surprised when he heard her burst into a fit of laughter.
"Hahaha! Why the long face? It's not like this situation is that horrible for me. With my life as long as it's been, this might just be the greatest turn of events I've ever been through. Plus, I'm so very curious where you'll end up." Clumsily, she floated up to Logan's face, nudging him right at the tip of his nose. "Lets go hit the hay, hm? We can continue this conversation tomorrow. I'm exhausted."
With a great yawn, she stretched her arms to the sky, slowly making her way to his bedroom. Logan could only sit there, hesitant to even breathe.
"Succubus... I truly am sorry. It seems I misjudged you. You're kind, far too kind for your own good."
His words fell on deaf ears, her hover already ending right over his bed. Though distant, he could hear her body descend upon the covers.
'Suppose I'll sleep out here, tonight,' he thought, resting his head on the couch arm.