Expectations. Vs. Reality.
1081 Words
CHAPTER 3
RHYDSTORM’S POV
That f*****g piece of shite!
Oh, Mateo was going to die when I got my claws on him, and I mean it this time.
He had one job, one job to take care of my nightclub, and now I was staring at my bar, Eros, with disgusting bottom feeders in my bar!
The Alp-luachra were not typically allowed in bars or supernatural hangout spots because if you fell asleep in front of one, they'd crawl into your stomach and feed on you.
They were slow killers that were truly disgusting, and now I have a riot of them in my bar!
I exhale sharply as around me, patrons are staggering and vomiting not noticing they are being drained from the inside by these leeches.
Eros was not supposed to look like this, it was supposed to be my feeding ground, not an avenue for people with an eating fetish.
And now it's useless.
“Mateo…” I mutter under my breath with anger.
“When I find you, I’m going to rip your wings off and decorate the ceiling with them.”
I pinch.the bridge of my nose as the irritation and exhaustion was getting to me.
I haven't fed in days and out here in the human realm, that could be fatal, especially with my regeneration slower compared to when I was in hell.
I need release and s*x right now.
Without hell’s magic or life force, this is what I'm now reduced to.
Feeding like a lowly incubus surviving in carnal pleasure.
Pathetic.
And if I didn’t feed soon, I would stop being selective and become aggressive.
And I cannot risk any aggressive behavior, especially not with the Accursed Games coming up really soon.
That is the only reason I tolerate this world. I need to win trials and return to hell so I can reclaim my heritage and look my bastard father in the eye.
Eros, the demon sin of pleasure that banished me, his son for being born half demon.
Like it's my fault and not his.
Four hundred years of exile and being called a mistake and a halfbreed abomination.
My horns ached faintly beneath illusion magic on my head like a phantom pain after they were cut off by my stepbrother as a reminder and a warning.
I will have my revenge, but I need to feed first.
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I scanned the bar for options, but the population was not satisfying to me at all.
Vampires?
No. They were emo parasites pretending sadness was a personality trait for them.
Witches?
Absolutely not! The last one tried to bind my “essence” mid-stroke.
I am not ready to be a father.
Werewolves?
Tempting, but with the full moon out, I'm not interested in being bitten mid-release.
Elves?
Too much talking.
Dryads?
No, I am not repeating that botanical disaster.
Demigods?
I paused as I looked at him once more.
Demigods are as rare as they come and for one to be here?
A boon for me!
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We are f*****g real hard and slow when I catch a scent.
It's warm-blooded and… a human?
I slowly inhale as my c**k reacts even before I do in hunger.
Who is that?
“…What is that?” I whispered.
The scent isn’t just present, it's alive and thrumming in my veins.
I turned slowly and scanned the alleyway, but he was no longer there.
I exhale slowly and focus on finding the source.
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Then, I found it!
It's near the alley exit, so I move with inhuman speed right in front of him and there he is.
A mortal.
He bumps into me and falls backwards before his eyes widen with shock at the sight of my still stiff member.
Oh right, I was interrupted mid-stroke.
I stared down at him before finally asking him something, since he's content to stare at my naked self like a pervert.
“My eyes are up here, fledgling,” I remind this perverted human.
Seriously, who looks at a hungry incubus with desire?
And when he goes red and looks away in embarrassment, I internally regret telling him off.
His face was definitely pretty too.
“Raise your head,” I say softly. “Let me see the face of my peeper.”
But as he does, the wind carries his scent straight to my nose, causing me to stumble in my posture and nearly lose control.
“Who are your parents?” I ask, holding a hand to block my nose.
He doesn’t answer, but instead he's staring at me like I am a mistake, or he's hallucinating.
Oh right, the horns and my hooves in my demon form.
I inhale greedily again and my whole body tightens.
Oh, this mortal is dangerous.
I crouched down to his level on the ground and tilted my head.
“You’re the peeping from the alley,” I say slowly as he finally shows fear and embarrassment.
I inhale again and something shifts wrongly inside me, causing me to frown.
“…Impossible.”
Because I now understand what drew me here. He isn't just merely a human, he's something else.
Something pure that hasn't been tainted by any other supernatural.
He is a virgin.
The realization makes me think if today is my birthday as the odds of a virgin male mortal still having a strong life force is practically harder than finding a celibate incubus.
“…How are you still alive?” I murmur as I assume other supernaturals would have surely tried to have him.
“I–uh–I think I’ll just leave now.”
He tries to sidestep me, but I merely hold him in place, careful not to break him as I remember he's a human.
“Kiss me…”
I command using a tiny bit of my compulsion magic incubus are famous for, wanting to test something.
I already know how this would all pan out.
He'll blink, smile and come closer and closer to me until he kisses me.
I let out a cold smile as he moved closer and closer.
Just as I prepared to kiss him–
A punch from nowhere greets my face with a snarl from him.
“Die and go to hell you pervert exhibitionist!”
He instantly turns and runs for his dear life, running away, leaving me in confusion.
What the hell just happened?!
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