Black Rose

'No slayer has ever been broken by a succubus. Despite the powers of even one such as I, it is literally impossible to claim a demon slayer; they would rather die than fall to temptation.' Lucia crouched down beside the prone Daelo, reaching out and stroking his cheek with a clawed hand.

'But you, you are an apprentice, and have not yet learned the power of will that a fully-fledged slayer possesses. You are everything a slayer is, you hold the same principles, beliefs, and hatred for our kind. But you do not have the willpower to resist me.'

Lucia laughed, using a claw to nick his skin and draw blood.

'How deliciously ironic, hmm? One such as you, with such closely held ethics, doomed to spend eternity as my pet, my fucktoy, my little slayer slave. We're going to have lots of fun, Daelo.'

Lucia turned and strode away, leaving the broken apprentice slayer to slip into unconsciousness. The last thing he heard as he watched her leave, her long tail swishing behind her, left him in no doubt that there was no hope.

'I promise.'