ITS NOT EVERY DAY A NEW INCUBUS COMES INTO BEING, NOR ONE AS SPECIAL AS YOU SEEM TO BE. YOU CANT REMEMBER MUCH, ONLY THE LOVELY FEELING OF A SNIPER AGAINST YOUR CHEST AND A WARM KISS LATE AT NIGHT . YOUR DREAMING, LOST  IN THE SILKEN EMBRACE OF SLUMBER, YOU SCARCELY WANT TO WAKE UP, YET SOMETHING IS CALLING TO YOU, BEGGING YOU TO OPEN THOSE ICY BLUE DEPTHS, TO WAKE UP A NEWLY FORMED INCUBUS AND FORMER UNDYING ASSASSIN, YOUR CERTAINLY SPECIAL, GHOST, FOR THE SIN OF LUST BROUGHT YOU BACK FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELLISH MISERY, NOW IF ONLY YOU WEREN'T SO HORNY.