Revelations

She just laughed, “Honey, you tried to summon a succubus, well, you got one.”

So the book wasn't bullshit, I really had summoned a Succubus. Of course I might just be going crazy.

“You're not going crazy.”

Right, I forgot that if she's in my head, she can understand all my thoughts. This really wasn't a good situations. I decided to replying to her, only using my thoughts. “Well, if I'm not going crazy, prove it.”

“So you're saying that watching your aunt make your mother orgasm wasn't enough?” She asked back.

Okay, fair point. Still, something was bugging me. If I wasn't going crazy, if I really had summoned a succubus… then why was she in my head? Shouldn't she be… well, ‘in the flesh’.

“Well, you're right, I should be. Except that you fucked up the summoning,” She replied coolly.

Huh, I didn't remember making a mistake anywhere. I had read the chapter like ten times to make sure I didn't fuck up, so I really doubted that I had made a mistake in the summoning. Then again I probably hadn't taken it as seriously as I should have, so there was a possibility that she was right.

“What, that makes no sense,” I told her in my head, moving back from the cabinet to now look for the book.

She chortled, “Mhm, that's why I'm in your head, you totally planned it out, didn't you?”

I ignored her taunt, still not quite sure if I was going insane, and instead focused on trying to find the book. After a few minutes, I found it in a drawer and pulled out the section from where I had learned the ritual. “Is there anything wrong?” I asked, worry starting to creep into my mind as I realized just how fucked I was.

If she was telling the truth, then that meant I was… possessed. The book had said that succubi were powerful and dangerous demons, and I had managed to summon one into my fucking head.

She stayed quiet for a bit as I looked down at the book, but I could practically feel her mood spoil as I showed her the ritual. It was an odd sensation, a sensation that you can't describe in words. I could feel my neck prickle as she stayed silent, and I wondered if I could read her thoughts just like she could read mine. The idea left my head as fast as it entered, she already seemed to be in a bad mood, and I didn't want to piss her off anymore. I didn't know whether she could read if I just looked at the pages, but I figured she'd tell me if that wasn't the case. A couple of minutes passed by as I looked down into the book, my legs shaking slightly as anxiety clouded my thoughts. I wondered if she could understand how fucking terrified I was, didn't demons love fear? Right as I was about to reach my breaking point and ask her what she was thinking, she spoke up.

“It seems like someone set you up,” She replied slowly, a sharp icy edge in her voice now, “How did find you this book?” She asked slowly, and some primal instinct within me screamed in terror from her tone.

“I-um, well I didn't find it. My friend gave it to me as a gift,” I answered, trying to hide the fear in my thoughts before quickly continuing, “But like, it was meant as a joke, that's, uh, that's kind of our thing for birthdays.”

The succubus was quiet for a few seconds, which let me go back to the rest of her thoughts. She had said someone had set us, ‘us’. I decided to ask her about it, “What do you mean ‘us’? And can't I just, like, release you or whatever?”

“Well, normally, you could,” She said with a sigh, “This kind of stuff has happened before, more often than you'd think, really. Mortals fuck up the ritual and instead of getting summoned in my physical form, I'm summoned into their heads. It's a pain in the ass for everyone involved, really, but its pretty easy to release me though, all it takes is a simple spell to undo it. Of course, I'd get to feast on your soul afterwards, but that's a given when you summon my kind.”

Fuck, I really didn't like the sound of that. I didn't want my soul to be eaten by a lust-driven demon from hell, no thanks. Her voice had a terrifying edge to it though, and given the subject at hand, I didn't know if I should've been scared or terrified that she couldn't feed on my soul.

“But, this spell is different, its made to specifically made to summon me and bind me to my summoner,” She continued, before pausing, almost as if she was prompting me.

I waited for a few seconds, before asking, “And, what does that mean?”