Succubis Stories

"WHAT!!??!" My father yelled. "You're an Incubus! How the-you- FUCK! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!!! AND THIS GIRL OF YOURS SHE-SHES! AAHHH" He back handed me sending me flying across the room. His black wings flung out of his back and his eyes turned white. I scrambled up and grabbed the chair next to me. "Father!" I yelled trying to bring him back to me. He looked at me and smiled. He slowly walked toward me."FATHER!" I screamed. "She's going to die you know that, right son. She's going to die and you can't stop it from happening." He said it calmly and matter-of-factly. I screamed and threw the chair down next to me. It shattered into tiny peices. My father looked at me, like REALLY LOOKED AT ME. His eyes wavered. But it was to late, my wings streached out high above my head as I launched myself at him. When the hell did I get wings?? And why are they red. Why are they red?