Incubus

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© A.H. 2017

Chapter One

It was silent. Too silent.

Celia couldn't breathe, couldn't move a muscle as the silence suffocated her. She could only hear the loud throbbing of her heartbeat as she watched candlelight flicker upon the walls. Anticipation hugged her in the thick smoke of jasmine scented candles.

The spellbook was on her bed, open before her. Celia looked down at the written script in Latin, shining her flashlight on the page again. It appeared that she had read the words correctly- so why was nothing happening?

As the realization settled upon her that the ritual hadn't worked, Celia felt an array of emotions. Most of all, she felt disappointment.

Utterly defeated, she buried her face in her hands. She had been so desperate for the ritual to work. She thought she would finally be wanted... even if it was by something she summoned herself.

The ritual book itself said that demons had no choice but to come when they were summoned. Apparently, the book was mistaken.

Magic had never failed Celia before. Her crystals and spell books always met her expectations. But she should've known that attempting to summon a demon was impossible not to mention insane.

Tears built up in her eyes. Nothing had changed, not really. She was cursed to be alone forever. It was a desperate, low thing of her to do to try and summon a demon... a incubus...

Disgusting. Desperate. Alone. Her mind taunted her. How did I become this person? She wondered, and her shoulders shook as merciless thoughts tormented her.

With a lot of tossing and turning, and a mind plagued with misery, Celia fell asleep again with the scent of jasmine candles infused in her senses.