What are Your Hidden Intent

Chapter 4

"Yeah, something like that I was expecting," Dipper admitted. He realized she was watching him.

Dipper grabbed a chocolate bar ice cream from the fridge and ripped it open and continued to walk around. On most of the walls were paintings which revealed lewd sex. Some paintings featured succubi in erotic position. Lust was the general theme.

"Do you like them?" Lyssa asked gently. "I painted them myself."

"You paint?" Dipper questioned, really surprised.

"I do have hobbies, like I said. I told you I play mini golf and do various activities, I don't spend all my time having sex and consuming souls. Just most of the time."

Turning his head toward the room, Dipper saw an unfinished painting that looked more abstract in its current form. Various brushes and several jars of paint were neatly arranged around it.

Dipper noticed a few things that seemed out of place for a 'normal' living space. One wall had cuffs, clamps, straps, and a few whips. Something hit Dipper that those were for more than decorations". He also noticed that on the headboard of the bed that held a dozen or so skulls. Human skulls, they were clean and tidy. Without any blemishes.

"Trophies," Lyssa said. "Some men I couldn't bring myself to part with completely."

"Were they love interests?" Dipper sarcastically asked.

"Ewww no. They were celebrities, popular figures." Lyssa retorted.

Dipper thought about asking who exactly these skulls belong to, but it was just in his best interest not to ask any question, something caught Dipper's attention. It was on a rack, it was a glowing mini putter. He walked toward the rack, curious of the putter and its strange holster.

"I wouldn't touch that if I were you," Lyssa warned. "Not unless you want your soul ripped from your body."

"Why is it glowing like that?" Dipper warily asked.

"That is Junanok: The Unlisped. Even beings who are immortal or invincible cannot withstand the power of Junanok. No one knows the origin or the purpose of its creation. All that it is known is, it has a will of its own. It chooses who can wield it, and those unworthy are torn asunder."

"But it's just a golf putter." Dipper said scratching his head. Lyssa gave him a glare, he chuckled nervously, maybe he should just keep his mouth shut and pay attention.

"I don't have the strength to wield it anymore."

Dipper gazed at Lyssa. "You mean, you used to be more powerful than you are now?"

"In my prime, there wasn't much I wasn't capable of. Even though I look at a twenty year old. I had more power controlling minds and controlling weak willed mortals. I possess but a fraction of my former power of a Succubus."

"Is that why you hide from the outside world? You don't have the strength to fight enemies before?"

Lyssa sighed. "Yes, I would be no match for an angel in my current in my current state."

Dipper gave Lyssa a surprised look. "Angels? They exist?!"

Lyssa rolled her eyes in Dipper's stupidity. "You know for a fact that Demons exist. How could you not know angels were real too?"

"I'm sorry," Dipper pleaded. "Otherwise, I would think you'd have severed heads and leech extract in your fridge."

"Touche," Lyssa giggled. "Radicals, on the other hand, I could take of, if they were alone."

"Radicals? What are radicals?" Dipper asked,

"Its are group of men dedicated to get rid of Succubus and Demons. Their order is as old as civilized man and is well-versed in the art of magic. You can always spot them with a small cross branded on their neck or they will be clergyman."