Fuck you.

“Fuh—” you **** through the vice-grip on your throat, “Fuck you.”

/I see./

With the **** of a hurricane, you are tossed yards away from the demon, her ghostly grey form now erupting with a seething red fire, the embers of her eyes collapsing into coal-black pits. You land on one shoulder, slamming hard onto the unseen floor of this void.

The scorned succubus closes on you before you can blink, all shadow and flame, her words crashing into your mind as she looms over you, like a rain of fists to your psyche:

/Then this is how it shall be./