Timothy

Timothy stood quietly at the river bank, looking at his reflection. His clothing was shifting and twisting - accessories and jewellery disappearing, reappearing and changing shape on his body, as if they were made of mist. Sometimes, his hairstyle changed, sometimes, he appeared completely nude, and sometimes, for a moment, his true form - as terrible as it was seductive - revealed itself in the water.

Perfecting his glamour was a personal matter for him. Even as a human, Timothy had a feminine side, and a thing for beauty. He was experimenting a little with makeup and alternative fashion in college before - but never anything too risqué, to avoid being bullied even more so than he already was. Of course, such reservations were all but gone now. Fear and shame were a thing of the last for him, and now he could truly experiment.

The incubus settled for an androgynous, slightly gothic look. His sleeveless black shirt had a wide neckline cut, revealing his chest - showing the hint of tattooed skin beneath and drawing attention to his thin, choker-bound neck. Dark eyeliner accentuated his brilliant green eyes, which in turn contrasted with his long, flowing hair (he chose to keep the rich crimson colour even in his human form). The ornate Satanic pentagram on his belt and skinny black pants - torn in some places, to reveal the fishnets beneath - completed the exotic outfit.

It was a shame that it'd all be torn to pieces once his true form was revealed, the incubus thought. Oh well, it was a glamour in the end. With enough effort, he could create a new one.

The people passed Timothy by as they walked through the embankment, but almost noone did so much as glance at him - it was as if the odd-looking boy wasn't there at all. This was no coincidence. The incubus had purposefully concealed his presence, making himself appear inconspicuous - he did not want unnecessary attention. His prey was singular - the other humans were but a distraction.

His perfect glamour finally complete, the incubus glanced at the house at the distance. He increased his pace, eager to claim the prey within.

The close friend. The one person who understood him.

He was going to savour their terror.