Succubus Tear (Triune promise) (6 page)

The three spiritual entities stared at each other for a long time. The silence and motionlessness were broken by Taint, who walked up to Cain. “There is an aspect to it that gives me pause.”

”Perhaps with good reason,” Law replied. “Would you not consider to let this matter drop? This one is unsaved, and his Al’bah will return to you once his life is over.”

Al’bah felt a little anger mix in with her fear at Law’s statement. Was it really so hopeless? Why did Cain seek out a spiritual companion if he did not have faith in the Creator?

“Spare me your placating platitudes. I will not suffer them nor this insult!” Taint spat, pointing to Cain.

“Such mindlessness—you have not changed in the slightest,” Purity said quietly. “Even you must acknowledge Law has no bearing upon your wounded ego and your boundless pride.”

Taint turned toward Purity. “You have always been my greatest and most worthy opponent. I am filled with great anticipation with you as their spiritual protector. Coincidence has no place here.”

“Coincidence has no place here? Do you truly declare such with the authority of absolute knowledge?” Purity shook his head. “How presumptuous!”

“Me? Presumptuous? You seek to protect them from corruption when it already exists within the both of them.” Taint leered. “Even the balance of Noah’s generation failed to lift their eyes to the Creator! Even with the sons of the Creator marrying the daughters of man, attempting to show by example, the love the Creator has for all creation!”

Taint pointed to Cain. “This one declares there is no higher power than
itself! It rejects the Creator, how long before it rejects its Bond? And when it does, it will wither, wane, and die, rising to damnation eternal! And the one it is Bonded to cannot even remember the sin which brought ruin upon herself! How can
either
of them fulfill the purpose placed upon them? How can either of them reflect the Bond the Creator supposedly wishes to have with all creation?”

Al’bah closed her eyes as despair gripped her heart. She had heard the same mantra before from Taint, but never in the way Taint had spoken it to Purity. It was interesting to see Taint interact with another being that was not a slave but something more akin to an equal, a superior. She was about to surrender all hope when she heard Purity sigh, speaking with a gentleness that was beyond even her greatest imaginings.

“This one, unknowingly or not, declared something other than himself as ‘his everything.’” Purity arranged Cain’s arms to encircle Al’bah’s hips, and he positioned his head to nuzzle her cheek. “He can recognize the suffering of one and desire to end it for the sake of mercy—maybe even for the sake of love, and to love for its own sake.”

Purity stepped back and nodded. “A fine start to a fine example. Perhaps this generation, believing so strongly to have no need for the Creator and His love, make them all the more needful of the reemergence of this type of union.”

A wave of hope crashed upon Al’bah’s senses. Was what Purity said also true? Did she have hope? Somehow she could sense her paralysis was from the Angel and the reason why Taint was ignoring her.

Purity nodded and turned to Law. “I can
not see victory for me. I can not see victory for them. I do not have the sight of my Maker. Only He knows the eventualities of the press of eternity.” Purity placed his hand upon Cain’s shoulder. “But I do not see defeat either, just harsh struggle. I shall protect him and his Al’bah from Taint and the press of corruption.”

Law tapped his gavel upon the desk. “So shall it be. Purity, you are appointed and have accepted the role as a spiritual protector of this one, and his Al’bah.” Then Law was gone.

Once Law vanished, so did the sense of balance. The taste and smell of a library was gone. The weight of books, now absent. What was left behind was a strange existence that could neither be light nor dark. There was just Cain and the presence of two forces so opposed to each other—a darkness so complete, there was no darkness. A light so encompassing, there was no light.

There was just
 existence and a glory hard to behold; it came through, but not from Cain.

“As it was written, so shall man be made in the image of the Creator,” Purity said with a content grin.

“A place they do not deserve! So ignorant it, and its own are of spiritual matters!”

“Perhaps this ignorance was the point, my fallen sibling. Perhaps man was created so ignorant so he might make mistakes, be forgiven, and come to know the Creator through His mercy, and His love
.
Perhaps
we
should have come from such low beginnings. Maybe we would have taken to our stations with greater humility. Our own was given a place so close to the throne, and a third knew not contentment nor their place.”

Taint laughed maniacally. “Does my hearing deceive me? Or are you about to say the Creator made a mistake with the creation of the Angels?”

Purity laughed as well, but his was filled with a soft humor. “Taint, you have not changed. The mistake was in the choice you made. Just because it was presented to you does not mean that you are innocent for making it.” Purity turned to Cain. “Be well, Cain Lamentson. Awaken to your destiny.”

First Passions

“Wake, Cain. You will feed my hungers; you will satisfy my longing. I hold you close to my heart. I will cherish you forever. I am yours until you leave this mortal coil, or until you send me away with a broken heart. Now wake…wake…wake.”

—Al’bah

Cain thrashed out of the covers of his bed. He still heard the echoes of Al’bah’s voice telling him to wake. He closed his eyes and with his left hand polished off the whiskey bottle he opened earlier. He was about to toss it aside and tell himself it was a dream, when he saw Al’bah, wings and all, kneeling next to him with a worried look on her face.

“
That was real
?” Cain shrieked, seeing but still disbelieving what was before him.

Al’bah had raised her arms as if to ward off an attack. “Yes, it was real. I am real.” She slowly lowered her arms, her face calm. “Please, do not yell at me. Please, do not hurt me.”

“What? Hurt you?” Cain realized Al’bah’s attention was drawn to his left hand holding the bottle like a weapon. With more conscious effort than he thought necessary, he finally relaxed and tossed the bottle aside. “I am not mad at you. I just don’t know what is happening. I don’t—I don’t even know
what
you are!”

Cain waited for her to respond. Blood pounded through his body, quickly turning to fire as his mind registered how absolutely breathtaking Al’bah’s beauty was. Meeting Al’bah in his dream was quite different than seeing her now. In his dream, his mind was fuzzy, but now? Cain swallowed, her nakedness—no, her
brazen
nakedness—ignited his desire, threatening to take all sense away from him.

She appeared to sense his passion and the stirrings of lust. With a relieved smile, she leaned forward, moving on all fours to Cain who had by now sat up. She rose up, wrapping her legs around his torso, and settled into his groin. Her wings partially expanded, reaching all the way to the ceiling.

Her hair spilled over her shoulders as she swayed her head before him, observing Cain from different angles. Then with slow, deliberate motions, she reached out to touch his chest, exploring his torso with her palms, pausing for a moment on his abdomen before slowly moving them higher to his neck and face. “Are
you
real?” She whispered, ”Is this moment real?”

Her wings started to flutter, causing a slight current, and she enveloped Cain with her scent. It was heady and sweet, reminding him of decadent chocolates and rich caramels. Not quite as intense as cocoa butter, but with a bitter undertone like raw cacao powder. Cain breathed in her deliciousness with a deep sigh, causing his blood to
 turn hot with desire, arousing his lust’s demand for satisfaction.

“Perhaps I can start by telling you what I am.” Her voice brought Cain back to his confusion, his frustrations, and his need for answers. “I am Succubus. You named me Al’bah. I am your Bond and—” Al’bah’s brow furrowed with concern. She turned her attention to Cain’s hand. “Your hand is hurt. Please, let me see.”

A pang of despair welled within him, as he had forgotten about his injury. He brought his mangled, worthless hand into Al’bah’s open one. The stitches were broken, and his wound wept red again.

Al’bah stared at Cain’s hand for a moment then brought it toward her lips.

“Hey! What are you doing?” he protested, tugging his hand back slightly.

Al’bah looked up into his face. “Shhh.” She pulled his hand to her lips and locked them over his wound. Cain felt nothing at first. But a pressure built in his hand, quickly escalating into incredible agony.

“Stop it!” Cain cried out and snatched his hand back.

Al’bah flinched slightly and looked frightened. “Is your hand not better? Did I hurt you?”

“Are you kidding? Of course that hurt! It…I…”

I can feel my hand again!
He looked back at his injury. His hand was flushed, and his wound was still bleeding. And yet there was pain where there once was none. He flexed his fingers in breathless awe.

“Are you not pleased?” Al’bah said quietly.

“I don’t believe it,” Cain whispered. He winced as he moved his hand and fingers in spite of the incredible pain it brought.

Al’bah reached for his hand again. “Please.”

Cain looked at Al’bah for a few moments. Al’bah swam in and out of focus before him. He couldn’t tell whether it was from his shock, relief, the whiskey, his euphoric tears, or the highly charged lust rushing though his senses.

“Please, let me,” she said, moistening her lips. Her bright eyes were filled with a dark lust, and they kept a steady contact with his own.

He placed his hand in Al’bah’s yet again, and yet again she brought it to her mouth. This time she ran her tongue and her lips over his weeping flesh, giving light kisses of tender affection. Cain could hear her speak soft words he couldn’t understand, but he had the feel of sensual adoration, perhaps even a form of worship. After a few moments of her tender ministrations, she looked up to Cain with a satisfied look on her face.

“There.” She sighed. “Your hand is well. Happiness fills me.”

Cain looked at the spot where his wound was, only to see a twisted scar. “How?” he breathed, flexing his hand and moving his fingers.

Al’bah shrugged. “There are no words in your language to describe how I was able to restore your flesh, my precious Bond.”

“Bond?” Cain said, looking from his hand to Al’bah. “What does all that mean? The dream, Law, the…what does being a Bond mean?”

Al’bah sighed. “I do not have an accurate word for it in your language. ‘Companion’ is a fair approximation, though it is sorely lacking. And to say ‘master’ or ‘owner’ is too crass. To say ‘friend’ is too trivial. And to say…”—Al’bah swallowed and sighed—“to say
lover
would be—” Al’bah stopped speaking as a shy smile grew on her face and a delicate tone of pink crept up to her cheeks. She giggled slightly through her nose, more of a fluctuating breath than an actual laugh.

Lovers?
Cain thought to himself, trying to fight the feverish influence his lust and alcohol had over his mind. It was hard to concentrate with Al’bah on his lap. She seemed to talk and breathe with her whole body, making a delicious friction, right to his loins.

“Needless to say, Cain, I am your Bond. I am yours.” She punctuated her last statement by leaning forward and teasing his lips with her own, caressing his back with tender finger strokes made deliciously rough by the perfect cut of her fingernails.

Cain felt the last vestiges of dreaming slip away, taking the ignorance dreamers usually have with it. Ignorance that could make one believe that a lost loved one was still alive, or forgetting that a Succubus was in fact—

“Wait a second. Succubus as in Demon?”

The pink blush and smile immediately vanished from Al’bah’s face as she watched Cain with a strange expression. “I am a type of Demono. Is there something amiss?”

“Well, it’s just…it’s just that…well, aren’t Succubi supposed to be evil? You know, tempting mortals, stealing their souls and the like?”