𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝔹𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝔻𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕣 𝔹𝕚𝕝𝕝

Chapter One

~IF

     Gritty dark pavement and the scent of ripe garbage were the first things Gwendolyn saw and smelled when her consciousness was given back to her, striking her with more than a little confusion. Curtains of white shaded both sides of her vision, forcing her to focus on the ground for more than a few seconds as her mind spun in a tizzy. That was an awful nightmare... What was it about again? A gentle rustling tugged at her attention the same moment a muscle a tightened in her back and she hears a startled whistle from someone she couldn't see, causing her to bring her head up to inspect the shadowy alley-way and subsequently the deep purple light to try and see who would dare whistle at her. I don't know how I got here, but I'm taken... I think, and my... wait, who am I thinking about?

     "Honey, I have seen my fair share of strange... but a Sinner like you doesn't belong here... especially lookin' half angel." The deep voice interrupts Gwendolyn's train of thought and she swivels her head to see the oddest and most terrifying creature she could ever imagine staring down at her from the entrance to the alley-way she's found herself in.

     The first impression that she could form from her scrambled brain is that this... thing was something too tall to be allowed and in fact, shouldn't even exist. The yellow eyes stare at her with no discernable pupils from within a dark blue face and then widen as the being looks her up and down before he scoffs slightly and crosses his long arms over the broad expanse of his chest. Gwendolyn looks down automatically and finally spots her hands... but that wasn't the proper word for them it seemed, as they were a cross between hands and something akin to paws now. Silky white fur with black splotches covers the entirety of her hands and up her forearms; her digits tipped with sharp black claws. She blinks in shock and then looks back over to the strange being still studying her in his own brand of confusion and she finally opens her mouth to speak.

     "Excuse me for asking this Sir... but who and what are you? Or for that matter... what has become of me? Is this really my fur?" Gwendolyn's voice rises in panic as she finds her teeth suddenly sharper than she remembers and her next words die in her throat when she spots massive wings in her peripherals. She turns her head and gapes at the two sets of wings that smoothly transition into her spine as though they had always been there: the smaller lower set looked leathery, like bat wings while the upper set were larger and mostly white and feathered, though closer inspection revealed that the tip of each filament of each feather was a rich blue. In her study of what were apparently her own wings, she spots a fluffy white tail tipped in black jutting from her rear and as a... wildlife expert, she knew immediately that it was a fox tail.

     The massive being snorts again and then heaves out a poignant sigh before he puts his hands on his frighteningly narrow waist. "Honey, you're a demon now... and from the look of ya, you aren't anything normal even by Hell's standards since you're a succubus... but also an angel and a Sinner all at the same time. Look... it's a fucked up situation, but can you at least tell me your name if you remember that?"

     Absorbing this information dump for a moment, Gwendolyn lowers her head as she feels muscles in her head twitching and she instinctively knew that she had animal ears now in addition to everything else. Why can't I remember anything but my name? She muses a moment longer before she sighs in turn and lifts her gaze back to the face of the massive being, or rather, faces, as there was a shadowy ram and bull's head in the electric blue mane of fiery hair that seemed to share the same quizzical expression. "If it pleases you... um... Sir? I'm Gwendolyn Abrams, pleasure to be meeting you Mister...?" She trails off as the deep-voiced creature and his two extra faces pull the same disgusted expression from just hearing her name.

     "Ew, well that stops right here and now... C'mon, let me help you up at least and we can talk about a new name for you. You've fallen into my ring Honey, which means you're now my responsibility and therefore belong to me." While speaking, the massive beast holds out an equally large white-gloved hand and hauls Gwendolyn to her paws, for her human feet were no more. A spark of anger curled in her chest, but she quashes it, knowing full well that going along with any man would take her further than resisting, and it helped that this being was being somewhat civil and wasn't human by any stretch of the imagination.