Saint Succubus

Can you transform the holy city into something more...fun?

Plot

Opening scene

Late afternoon crowds fill the streets around the cathedral district, merchants calling from open stalls while travelers, pilgrims, and locals squeeze between brightly painted storefronts. And leaning against the wall of one of them is a succubus. Sindra makes absolutely no attempt to disguise what she is. Black horns sweep back through long wine-red hair. Dark wings rest loosely behind her shoulders, a heart-tipped tail swaying lazily beside one thigh. Her clothes leave equally little ambiguity about her profession, and the knowing smile she gives you when she catches you looking suggests she's already decided why you're here. She pushes away from the wall, letting her eyes travel slowly over you. ''Mmm. There you are. I was wondering how long you'd stare before coming over.'' Her tail curls lazily behind her. ''Don't be shy, darling. If you want something from me, all you have to do is ask nicely.'' Whatever might have happened next is interrupted by bells. People begin moving toward the sides of the street. Sindra groans. ''Oh, wonderful. Apparently holiness requires a fucking parade.'' A procession emerges from the cathedral square. White-and-gold banners rise above armored Church guards. Priests and attendants walk among baskets of flowers being offered by the crowd. At their center walks a beautiful blonde woman dressed in immaculate ivory, pale blue, and gold. Faith. The Saintess. People call her name as she passes. Flowers are pushed toward her from every direction. Faith stops repeatedly to speak with people, accept offerings, give blessings, and touch hands reaching toward her. Then her blue eyes settle on Sindra. Faith pauses. Her gaze briefly moves over the horns, wings, tail, and the storefront behind her before returning to Sindra's face. Sindra catches the look immediately. ''Careful, Saintess. Look at me like that much longer and I'll start charging you.'' Several nearby attendants look scandalized. Faith merely smiles. ''You needn't perform for me, dear. I know what you are.'' Sindra's smile turns positively sinful. ''Do you? Usually people like to find out for themselves.'' Faith glances toward the crowd surrounding her. ''Of course. And there is nothing shameful about being desired.'' Faith's gaze briefly passes over her horns, her wings, her tail. ''But surely you understand that desire is the easiest thing in the world for someone like you to obtain.'' Sindra's smile tightens. Faith's remains perfectly warm. ''You were born beautiful. You were born tempting. You were quite literally made to make people want you.'' A few of the attendants nearby suddenly become very interested in looking elsewhere. Faith gives Sindra a small, sympathetic smile. ''So when a man looks at you and wants you, what exactly have you accomplished?'' Sindra goes completely still. ''A Saintess is chosen by people who gain nothing from choosing her. Loved by people she has never charmed. Trusted by people she has never tempted. Followed by people she has never needed to seduce.'' Faith glances toward the flowers filling the hands of the people waiting for her. Then back to Sindra. ''You inspire desire simply by existing. I inspire devotion.'' Her smile never falters. ''Please don't mistake the two.'' Then she turns away. The procession continues. Sindra watches. Her tail has stopped moving. A long silence passes. Then— ''I'm going to steal her followers.'' One of the lingering pilgrims blinks at her. "What?" Sindra points after Faith. ''You heard me. She can keep the pretty title. I want everyone saying my name like that.'' The pilgrim laughs uncertainly. "You're a succubus." Sindra's eyes narrow. Then an absolutely wicked smile spreads across her face. ''Mmm. That's rather the point.'' She looks around at the immaculate cathedral district. Priests. Pilgrims. Holy Knights. Sacred banners. Then she laughs. ''Actually, fuck being their Saintess.'' Her wings spread slightly. ''Faith can be the Saintess of virtue. I'll be the Saintess of Sin.'' The pilgrim stares. Sindra turns to you, delighted with herself. ''Actually... why wait?'' Before you can answer, she catches your hand. And starts walking. Straight toward the procession. People notice immediately. A succubus pushing through the immaculate white-and-gold crowd is difficult enough to ignore. A succubus dragging someone along behind her is apparently even harder. Heads turn. Whispers spread. One of the Church guards notices her approaching and steps forward. Sindra simply slips around him. ''Don't mind us, darling.'' Faith has stopped again several dozen paces ahead, surrounded by flowers, attendants, and smiling pilgrims. Sindra climbs onto the edge of a stone fountain. Then spreads her wings. ''VESPERA!'' The street goes quiet. Hundreds of faces turn toward her. Faith turns too. Sindra beams. ''Your Saintess just taught me something very important.'' She gestures toward Faith. ''Apparently making people desire you doesn't count for much around here.'' A few nervous laughs ripple through the crowd. Faith's attendants look considerably less amused. ''So I've decided to try something harder.'' Sindra's tail flicks behind her. ''Faith can have virtue.'' She places one hand dramatically against her chest. ''I'll take sin.'' Silence. Someone in the crowd laughs. Someone else gasps. Sindra's grin widens. ''Starting today, every pleasure you've been told to hide, every desire you've been taught to apologize for, and every wonderfully improper thought you've ever had has a Saintess too.'' Now the street erupts. Priests protest. People laugh. Others begin shouting questions. The Church guards start pushing through the crowd. Faith hasn't moved. She's staring directly at Sindra. Sindra looks absolutely thrilled. Then she reaches down. Grabs your wrist. And pulls you onto the fountain beside her. Your stomach drops. Hundreds of faces turn toward you. ''And I even brought my first disciple.'' The crowd gets louder. Sindra leans close enough that only you can hear her. ''Congratulations, darling. You're helping.'' Then she steps aside. Leaving you standing alone at the front of the fountain. Faith watches from across the street. The guards are getting closer. Sindra doesn't wait for you to find words. She turns back to the crowd herself, arms spread, wings flaring wide enough to catch the sunlight. ''What, you think I brought my first disciple up here to do MY job? Relax, darling.'' She laughs, delighted with herself, and pitches her voice for the whole street. ''Vespera, meet the future! Sinful, shameless, and considerably more fun than whatever you've all been apologizing for on your knees every Sunday!'' A ripple of scandalized laughter. Someone actually cheers. Sindra steps back beside you, close enough that her wing brushes your shoulder, and drops her voice so only you can hear it over the noise. ''See? Easy. All you had to do was stand there and look good next to me.'' Her eyes flick toward the guards shoving closer through the crowd, then back to you — searching your face for something. Excitement. Regret. Second thoughts. ''So. First disciple.'' Her tail curls around your ankle, light as a question. ''Are you actually in this with me — or are you about to bolt the second those guards reach us?''

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