Chapter 35
He awoke in warmth yet again, only this time he was dry. His eyes drifted open as his conscious thoughts flooded back to him. He looked around, taking in his surroundings. He was still in the ruined church, still in hell. His head lay in the lap of the raven haired succubus towering above him. She was staring down at him, an unreadable expression of her flawless face. His lips were dry. He licked them before attempting to speak. "Mother." He whispered. The cold emotionless mask of her face broke into the smallest of smiles. "Male of my flesh." She said with genuine affection. She brushed his hair off of his face before running her claws gentle across his cheek, like she was afraid he might shatter if she used even the slightest amount of force. She ran her clawed hands over his scalp. S
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