She's known for two full orbits, yet hasn't said a word since her revelation. Is it not a topic that two friends should discuss? If she believes such foolery, I shall educate her on the value of honesty in a relationship.
Alas I cannot, for I have done the same to her. For over a decade, I have kept my trusted, dearest friend in the dark; enabling her to discover the truth on her own.
Here as I sit at the bar, teeth gnawing at my lips, a hand raking through my tousled tresses, and eyes heavy from conflict while my friend shuffles about preparing for the night. We haven't spoken much, yet I can feel myself itching to break the silence. "Are you upset with me for not telling you?"
My voice isn't the same: it lacks life.
"No. Just a little disappointed." Her candid tone cuts through me as if my flesh was sliced by a knife. The genuine pain in her voice almost makes some of the tears I had been holding back flow like rivers down my cheeks.
"I'm sorry! I-it's just, I-um-"
"You did the right thing. Protecting yourself is what really matters, and if I'm the only one that's found out, you've done a damn good job at it." She replies curtly, her brisk response echoing her hastened pace. A simple smile forms on her lips as she tries to reassure me, yet I can see the pain in her lovely eyes.
"I just don't want anyone to get hurt." Quieter than I meant it to be, my voice silks through the air in a woeful manner. My voice: a whisper muffled by sheets.
Sighing, Freya plants herself on a stool across from me. Her hands clutching my own tenderly. "I know and I love that about you. You're the kindest, most genuine person I know, but you've got to learn to trust people. We've known each other for many years now; too long of a time to not trust one another."
She's right. There's no getting around that. It isn't fair of me to expect friendship without reciprocating her actions. She tells me far too much at times while I only share the minimum. Now I just wish I had something else to share.
"What do want to know?" Might as well be honest now. I'm not hiding anything else at any magnitude close to my race.
"Kai! That's not what I'm asking for. I don't want trivial facts - I already know those. All I'm asking is that when something big happens in your life, you share it with me." Earnest, her voice raises lightly, yet her eyes convey nothing but kindness.
Gently, she leans over and embraces me. Wrapping my arms around her, I bury my face in her long locks. Nestled into each other, we relish a few moments of comfort before breaking apart.
"So... does anyone else know you're an incubus?" She asks hesitantly while eyeing me nervously, as if I'm going to disappear if I answer wrong.
I've never told a soul - aside from Freya who found out on her own. I truly doubt anyone has bothered to unearth the truth behind my species, so we are the only ones to know.
"No. I plan to keep it that way." My voice is quiet, so quiet I'm not even sure she heard me.
"Your secret is safe with me."
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In Hektryx, a neighboring country to Slax with Kovall near its border, the Idrios coven of vampires has a spy with important news.
"You may speak." Octavius, the Idrios coven's leader commands. His voice needn't be loud in the quiet hall, for countless years of knowledge have leant him the power to command all who are beneath him.
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Devotion
عاطفيةResiding in Kovall, a city near eastern Slax lands, Kai lives on the edge of a young Lord's property. As the only known incubus in a millennia, Kai must maneuver life while lying to those closest to him and attempt to keep his incubus a secret. Wi...
