Welcome to a new erotic fantasy serial! Incubus Tales by Hushicho takes us into the world of Dhiar, an Incubus in the infamous underground city of Noctemberg where Dhiar is proprietor of a very special shop, and sensuality is his stock in trade.
11th Night – Help, I’m Alive
This part of the city wasn’t really a proper part of the city. It had been, once, but with the migration–a slow migration, given the general longevity of its inhabitants–it was simply left to deteriorate, to become dilapidated and abandoned. The place had once been grand and beautiful and it still possessed a certain beauty, but one tinged with sadness; nothing new had been built in ages.
The primary reason behind this was that it had become a kind of relic itself, and home to relics. The oldest vampire of the city, the most ancient demon, could not compare to the age of the youngest revenant. Even if physically they remained young, there was something about them… something about their dark eyes, their pallid, cool bodies… the way they moved, the unnatural silence with which they seemed to do everything.
And here Dhiar found himself, in the midst of the buildings overgrown with moss and vine, masonry cracked and split, wood of construction mixed with the slender woody tendrils of the plants that thrived in the underground.
Mirrored from Circlet Press: Welcome to Circlet 2.0.