My Blood

"The same as always," I took out my hidden knife, made a shallow cut on my left arm, and offered it to the daemon. "My blood."

"Most humans would prefer to lay with me." Liliana seemed a little disappointed, but she couldn't hide her hunger when she saw the first drop of my blood.

I shrugged, "I suppose that I'm something of an outlier then."

Most humans didn't sacrifice their blood to bargain with daemons. Nor did they risk their lives hunting monsters every night.

Yet here I was, standing in a dark alley at night, and gazing into the abyss.

The Succubus kissed the cut on my offered arm. Then she licked the blood clean, and thirstily sucked on it for more.

"Do you always have to make it seem so erotic?" I sighed, watching the daemon at her work.

"Not really," Liliana smirked. "But it's rather fun teasing you. Anyway, now that I have had my fill, I can aid you in your hunt. A fair bit of warning though: the killer is not what you think it is."