Could this be love? Let's hope not..

He used to see it as a curse, used to hate his mother for what he had made him. 

It had caused him nothing but suffering the moment he started going through puberty. Lives had been lost, all because of his stupid libido.

His mother was a succubus, a type of demon that feeds off of sexual energy from humans and other supernatural creatures. And unfortunately, his mother had passed that down to him, making him an incubus. 

It wasn't until his eighteenth birthday that he gave up fighting the urges and started feeding off of people, and there he has been since then, feeding off from sexual activity, not giving a damn about the lives that were being lost in the process.

Not until he met him, of course.

He's never felt this way before, not anyone. The feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was someone out there in the world especially made for him.

And his name, was Luke Hemmings.

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Authors note; I literally have no idea what I'm doing.

Wattpad is better new to me, so I just decided to write this little thing. Seriously considering continuing it, thoughts?