𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐖 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑, Aristella possessed a brilliant smile on her face as she was immediately greeted with her younger half, her older cousin Ambrose, and her Aunties.
The four seemed to be conversing with each other before she'd entered the room, however, she was sure the click of her heels had alerted them that she was on her way down.
"Good morning Aunties, Ambrose," She greeted politely as she made her way to the fridge, not before glancing over at her sister who was sitting at the table. "morning sister."
Despite hearing Aristella speak to her, Sabrina childishly looked the other way whilst crossing her shoulders, something Aristelal had honestly expected of her.
However seeing the large jar filled with blood, Hilda let out a small breath as she was bewildered at just how many jars the girl would need since Aristella had long since been stuffing them in her fridge.
"Satan's mercy, Aristella how many of those things do you need to collect," She asked exasperatedly as she leaned back on the stove, minding not to get herself burned. "there isn't much room in the fridge left?"
Jokingly rolling her eyes at her Auntie's words, Aristella squatted down in front of the fridge looking at around 14 other jars of blood, before she forced the latest one in with them.
"I told you, I need the blood of a thousand men," Aristella spoke as she stood up from the fridge and closed it, a smile on her face as she looked at her Aunt. "every succubus must collect it themselves for their transition."
Rolling her eyes in the same way that Aurealia had, Hilda said nothing to the information she'd already known, she'd just had to ask again.
"I still don't understand why you have to have your transition on the same day as your Dark Baptism," Zelda spoke up swiftly lowering a part of the newspaper in front of her, although not lowering the entire paper. "I mean the night is celebratory enough with the Blood Moon, let alone your baptisms."
However, her words brought about curiosity from someone else, this person speaking up before Aristella could in defense of her choice.
"Yes, I read," Ambrose spoke up as he physically leaned back in his chair, due to him already having been sitting in it sideways. "that succubi can have their transition on their nineteenth birthday or their eighteenth."
"I, personally chosen eightteen for myself, because of the blood moon," Aristella began to tell them the same answer she'd given them when she decided to have her transition at eighteen instead of nineteenth. "having my transition on the blood moon is said to enhance the powers of a Succubi's transition and a blood moon rarely falls on the same day."
During a blood moon, succubi gather in secret, secluded places that resonate with dark mystique; those gatherings are marked by a palpable sense of anticipation and excitement, as the moon's crimson hue casts an eerie, enchanting glow upon the surroundings.
Their abilities to bewitch and enthrall are heightened under the blood moon's influence, allowing them to draw even more energy from their chosen companions.
A dark baptism under the influence of a blood moon is a significant and mystic ritual in the world of succubi, it'll elevate Aristell's powers to new heights and enhance her connection with the supernatural.
"I'd be an idiot not to." She spoke with a smirk as she leaned across the dining room table, grabbing a ripe red apple off the center of it.
Realizing her simple request had been overshadowed by her sister's intense love of dark baptisms and her nephew's love of knowledge, Hilda decided to speak up once again.
"Well I'm just saying we have an entire morgue downstairs," She spoke with a slight flick of her hair, she needed her fridge to store food not the blood of men. "store your next jar down there."
Hearing her aunt's words and growing tired of talking, Aristella did what she always does play innocent and pitiful, it was her superpower.
"Yes, sorry Auntie Hilda." She spoke softly as she looked down at the ground, the girl portraying heartbroken and sorrowful as she lowered her head.
And seeing her act, Hilda couldn't help but tisk at her poor sweet little niece, she was always a sucker for a sad puppy-dog look.
"Oh Darling," She spoke softly as she leaned back against the stove once again, her tone softer as she spoke this time. "I'm only saying it because I've lost nearly half the space in my fridge-"
"Stop, Hilda she's just trying to gain your pity," Zelda interrupted from her position at the table, her tone blank as she rolled her eyes at her sister. "you must have the emotions of the dead to deal with her."
"Speaking of the dead, a bat flew into my room last night," Sabrina spoke up holding a small shoe box in front of her up so everyone could see it, a small dead bat lying in it. "smashed through one of my windows."
"Oh, want me to bring it back?" Ambrose almost immediately perked up at the mention of something being dead, he had long been good at necromancy.
Not to mention he'd been stuck in the house for the last seventy-five years, so he had a lot of time to grow even better at raising the dead.
However before Sabrina could even accept or decline his offer, their eldest aunt spoke up, the woman throwing an eyebrow at her nephew.
"No, Ambrose, we'll have none of your necromancy," She spoke seriously she was growing tired of his little reanimated critters skittering around, causing her to turn to Aristella with a possible solution. "Aristella, can't you feed it to Hesperia?"
Looking up as she realized the attention was on her, Aristella chuckled as she reached behind herself pulling out a small red and black dagger and holding it against the apple in front of her.
"She prefers her food kicking and screaming," She answered with a chuckle and a shrug, as she sliced into the side of the apple. "bury it in the pet cemetery, there's already a semi-dug out spot by the sundial."
Pausing for a moment Aristella looked up at Sabrina casting her sister a wink, the deeply mischievous woman hinting from the jar filled with blood, the man she'd been with last night, her snake's preference, and the dug-out burial spot.
"You're welcome." She spoke out that she had been the one to dig out the grave, however, it was bigger than the size of a little bat.
