"They look like ants. Little ants running from the rain."
The wind slowly grew stronger, making her long black hair flutter in the air. Her reddish-brown eyes shimmered.
From the top of the three-story building she had a perfect view of the city. Gray buildings and houses nearly falling apart, cars stuck in traffic angrily blaring their horns, pedestrians rushing to escape the gathering rain.
"It's a beautiful night," the beautiful dark-haired lady said while gazing at the night horizon, a lovely moon decorating the sky.
Then she noticed unusual movement coming from an alley.
Curious, she looked down and saw two agitated girls walking through the darkness. They stayed very close to each other, holding hands as they moved forward. Their clothes were similar: long skirts and long-sleeved blouses reaching their wrists. One of them wore an unbuttoned black jacket over her shirt.
On the shoulder of the jacket the woman could see a familiar symbol.
A sword buried in the chest of a dead man, forming a cross.
"The Watchman's Cross?" the black-haired woman said, frowning as she recognized the symbol.
"Hey Jes, where do you think we are?" the smaller girl asked, gripping her older sister's arm tightly, worry written across her face.
"No idea, Mica, but… it's freedom!" the other replied, breathing deeply as the scent of wet earth filled her lungs while rainwater fell over her body.
They kept walking slowly through the alleys, watching every shadow and freezing at every strange noise.
They looked lost and frightened.
They did not notice the curious pair of reddish-brown eyes following them.
"Jes, do you think we managed to lose them?" the younger one asked, her eyes full of fear.
"I think so. Don't worry, my sister. Everything will be fine."
Mical nodded.
"Jes," she said, a strange glimmer appearing in her eyes, "what's the first thing you want to do?"
"I don't know. Eat sweets, I guess. I've always wanted to try those sweets I saw in magazines. What about you, Mica?"
Mical's green eyes shone even more strangely.
"I want to feel a man's touch. I want to know what sex is like."
Jéssica stared at her sister in disbelief.
This brat!
Before Jéssica could smack her on the head and give her a lecture, they were interrupted.
They looked around.
The shadows of the alley made it impossible to tell how many men there were, but it was clear they were surrounded.
All of them wore black jackets similar to Mical's, bearing the same symbol of the Watchman's Cross.
"Jéssica and Mical. You should be ashamed of running like this into the arms of a profane world. Sinners must die. You are lucky to be daughters of who you are, otherwise you would serve as an example. Now be good girls of God and do not resist."
A deep voice echoed from the shadows of the alley.
"Take them!"
"General Kézar!"
"Run!" Jéssica shouted.
Before her sister could react she grabbed Mical by the arm and tried to run down the alley.
But they were surrounded.
The men formed a circle around them, closing in slowly.
They were terrifying.
"You're coming with me, little girl!" one of them said as he grabbed Mical.
Mical struggled, trying to break free. Her sister rushed to help her, but another man grabbed Jéssica as well.
They fought desperately, but it was useless.
"Take them to the car!" Kézar ordered.
One of the men began dragging Jéssica away, but the man holding Mical remained frozen.
His eyes looked lifeless.
His mouth hung open as a string of drool slid down his chin.
The strangest thing, however, was the bulge in his pants.
It looked as if he had stuffed a large eggplant inside his underwear.
And it kept getting bigger.
"Let go of me, you pervert! Help!" Mical screamed at the top of her lungs.
"What the hell, George?" Kézar frowned.
The bulge in George's pants continued growing.
His face twisted in extreme pain.
George released Mical, who immediately backed away.
He grabbed the grotesquely swollen thing between his legs and let out a howl of agony.
Then it burst.
Blood exploded everywhere.
The thick red liquid poured from the open wound in his groin, spreading across the alley floor. It flowed unnaturally fast, as if someone were blowing air through his arteries to force every drop out.
George fell to his knees.
He groaned once more before collapsing dead.
Everyone stared at the scene in complete shock and horror.
No one understood what had just happened.
Kézar's face stiffened, a mixture of confusion and fury.
"What the—"
"Sorry. It's the effect of my presence. Men can't keep their genitals safe around me."
The beautiful black-haired woman walked calmly into the alley.
Her reddish-brown eyes glowed in the darkness, giving her an ominous aura.
She stepped out of the shadows as if the shadows themselves bowed to her.
A mixture of sensuality and terror shifted the course of events.
"W-who are you?" one of the men asked, clearly frightened.
"State your name!" Kézar ordered.
Without answering, the woman vanished into the darkness like mist.
In a fraction of a second her smoky silhouette appeared behind one of the men.
She lightly touched the back of his neck.
Then vanished again.
Her misty shape appeared behind another man.
She touched his neck as well.
Gone again.
The men tried to follow her movements with their eyes, but she was far too fast.
Finally the mist formed in the center of the alley.
From within it, the woman emerged.
She looked tired.
She placed her hands on her hips, breathing heavily.
"I think I'm a little out of shape."
One of the men she had touched first fell to his knees.
Blood began flowing from his groin.
After a desperate scream, his penis exploded and he collapsed dead.
The second man, seeing what had just happened, broke into tears.
"Please, save me! I beg you!"
"Oh, for Satan's sake," the woman said with irritation.
Before he could beg again, his genitals burst like a water balloon.
His body fell lifeless into the spreading pool of blood.
"My name is Clara Lilithu," the woman with reddish-brown eyes said with a dazzling smile.
"I am a succubus."
"Men!" Kézar shouted. "We'll deal with those runaway brats later. Priority is killing this spiritual whore!"
The men rushed at Clara all at once.
The first pulled a cleaver from his belt and swung it horizontally, aiming for the succubus's neck.
Clara leaned backward, letting the blade slice harmlessly through empty air.
Then she snapped forward again and delivered a brutal punch to the man's abdomen.
The impact created a shockwave in the air.
His body flew backward and slammed against a wall before collapsing unconscious.
The second man attacked with his bare hands.
He was huge, with thick muscular arms, like some generic fighting game character.
He charged like a runaway train.
First punch.
Clara dodged easily.
Second punch.
She dodged again.
Furious, he threw a third punch.
After avoiding the strike, the sex demon countered with a devastating punch to his jaw.
Two incisors spun through the air.
The runaway train collapsed backward, practically dead.
"We should run!" Jéssica said, pulling her sister's arm.
"No. I want to see this."
Mical refused to leave.
Her eyes never left the fight.
She was fascinated by that woman's power.
The men kept attacking.
One after another they fell.
Clara was slaughtering them.
Wave after wave of attacks collapsed at her feet.
The succubus was unbelievably fast.
Almost no attack managed to touch her.
And her crushing strength ensured that a single strike was enough to finish an opponent.
Soon only one remained.
General Kézar.
He foamed with rage.
His eyes burned with hatred and disgust.
He would kill this demon no matter what.
He would not lose to such a despicable creature.
Not ever.
Then his furious expression disappeared.
A sinister smile appeared instead.
Clara immediately felt uneasy.
That man was far too calm.
Someone who had just watched all his men fall should not be that calm.
"Legend says a brave crusader killed many pagans with this," Kézar began nostalgically.
A proud smile crossed his face.
"All enemies of God fell before this blade. It tasted the blood of more Saracens than the desert sand itself. The crusader was so terrifying that he became known as the Archangel, the general of heaven."
"One day, however, tired of killing mere humans, tired of exterminating rats, the crusader prayed to heaven to face the worst enemies of God."
"And the Lord answered."
Clara stared at Kézar in disbelief.
She knew that story.
The two girls, who already knew the general, feared the worst.
"A drop of Christ's own blood fell from heaven upon the blade."
Kézar extended his right arm.
It was suddenly engulfed in brilliant white light.
"The sword was transformed into the perfect weapon to kill creatures like you, filthy demon."
Within the light, a shining sword materialized in his hand.
Spiraling around the blade was a single drop of dried blood.
Kézar held the sword before him with both hands.
"This is the Jewel of the Archangel. With this blade I will kill as many evil spirits as I can. Your head will be just another trophy in my collection."
"Well, well. A nobody like you wielding such a treasure. Who would have thought?" Clara Lilithu smiled mockingly. "You talk well, nobody. But can you fight?"
Kézar lunged forward.
In less than a second he stood before her and swung the sword in a blinding horizontal strike.
Clara jumped backward to avoid the blow.
But the blade sliced through her dress across the chest.
A tear opened in the fabric, revealing her pink bra.
"I loved that dress," Clara said through clenched teeth.
"I'm loving your boobs," the general replied before attacking again.
He was extremely skilled with the sword.
Far faster than his subordinates.
Clara could dodge his strikes but could not block them.
And counterattacking was nearly impossible.
That sword was dangerous.
A wound from that blade could kill even a succubus.
Kézar thrust the sword toward her heart.
She dodged quickly.
The blade sank into the wall behind her.
He dragged it sideways across the wall, trying to catch her.
Clara saw an opening.
She crouched and punched him in the abdomen.
The impact hurled him backward.
But unlike his men, he did not fall.
He planted his feet and steadied himself.
Clara was breathing heavily.
Fighting at night was not a problem.
She could see perfectly in the dark.
The real issue was that she was unarmed, that sword was dangerous, and apparently the nobody was not as useless as she thought.
Kézar smiled triumphantly.
"You're not a warrior, are you? Just a luxury prostitute of the devils."
He pointed the blade at her.
A sadistic gleam filled his eyes.
"Time to add your head to my collection."
But Mical, who had been watching the fight nearby, ran toward the cleaver lying on the ground from the first man who had fallen.
She picked it up and threw it to Clara.
"Catch!"
The cleaver spun through the air.
Clara caught it by the handle and raised it defensively.
Kézar attacked.
He struck with the sword.
Clara blocked with the cleaver.
Surprised, the general hesitated.
The succubus attacked immediately.
Now it was Kézar struggling to avoid being cut apart as Clara's attacks grew increasingly savage.
In a swift movement she slipped past him and tried to touch the back of his neck.
But he anticipated the move and spun away.
No.
It was not that he was so fast.
She simply did not have the strength left to use that trick again.
Fine.
The fight would be decided by blades.
Kézar launched another attack.
Clara chose not to block.
She dodged instead.
The sword passed right beside her face.
Her heart raced.
Time seemed to slow down.
The blade moved past her cheek.
His hand followed close behind, gripping the hilt.
Clara made her decision.
She swung the cleaver upward.
The blade found the general's wrist.
And cut through it.
His severed hand spun through the air, still clutching the sword.
Blood poured out.
The general collapsed to the ground screaming.
The two girls stared in horror.
The sword, still clutched in the severed hand, landed half a meter away.
Clara smiled victoriously.
She walked toward it.
That was the treasure she wanted.
Such a blade would give her a serious advantage in future fights.
After all, life as a succubus was not easy.
But before she could grab it, the general crawled across the ground and threw himself over the weapon, grabbing it with his remaining hand.
The sword became surrounded by countless particles of light.
Then it vanished completely in a flash of white.
"A demon like you will never possess it," Kézar coughed.
"Well. I suppose I'll have to settle for a head for my own collection. What? You think you're the only one who has one?" Clara said, twirling the cleaver.
"No! Don't kill him!"
"Please don't! Thank you for helping us, but you don't need to kill him!"
Mical ran forward crying. Jéssica followed right behind.
"Enough blood," Jéssica said with tearful eyes.
Clara smiled, resigned.
She turned to the fallen general.
"Listen, nobody. You're alive only because they asked for your life. And because I allowed it."
She stood up and looked at the girls.
She inhaled the damp air.
She could smell trouble.
More Watchmen were nearby.
She thought for a moment about what to do with the two girls.
Then she clicked her tongue in irritation.
"To hell with it. I've already done enough."
She turned away and took a deep breath.
She was tired.
"We will find you, Succubus!" Kézar shouted.
Suddenly a bright flash exploded throughout the alley.
When the light faded, Kézar and the two girls had vanished.