Back home

Nihja turned to her right, the direction to go home and sighed. Everything was a mixture of emotions for her that she felt to be chained by the waist as breathing grew heavier each minute. The thought of what she had committed was beginning to haunt her, she was no murderer. It wasn't on purpose, they had taken her against her will.

It just wasn't fair.

Life never is.

Hanging her head, Nihja knew what she had to do. The only thing she could do. All that was left for a scared girl, becoming a succubus, was to return home and pray for a miracle to come. Ironic that a demon were to pray at all.

Aya turned around, hand on her chest filled with relief upon catching her daughter entering through the front door. Rushing forward, she held her in a warm embrace, hugging her tight. It took all of her inner strength not to give in and weep then and there, but Nihja stayed strong. She didn't want to make a bigger scene of things in front of her mother... and sisters and father, who were nearby watching.

"Nihja, there you are! You had me worried." Myen ran in and hugged her from the side, smiling.

"You had all of us worried, sis." Yen added, arms crossed like their dad. "You gotta warn us next time you feel like spending the night at a friend's. Mother was really beginning to get upset."

"I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean to," Nihja began, hearing her voice shake slightly, "I was so tired I didn't think ahead."

"Ssshhh, I understand dear. Just... you're here now and that's what matters."

Mother and daughter pulled away from their hug, the other sisters left spectating. Aya brushed her hair aside and cleared her throat. "Well then, first thing is in order. Who is hungry?"

"Oh, I am I am!" Sabine shouted happily.

After breakfast, Aya had sent off her children to do their chores like usual. Upon finishing hers, Nihja went back in her room and nestled into bed. So many thoughts filler her head, plenty of regrets and guilt, she just wanted to be alone in bed. Closing her eyes, she could feel how it was last night when they began to undress her. Her body tingled, reminded of the pleasure she felt then, and soon her body began to grow pale once more. She gasped and watched with open eyes as her arm was slowly engulfed, losing its flesh color to a much white skin.

"Amazing, isn't it?"

Yen smiled leaning against the doorway before stepping through and sitting next to her sister. "I had a feeling when you came home, your scent was different. Did this happen last night?"

She nodded, leaning her head back. A soft smile grew onto Yen's face as she beamed and hugged her sister tightly. "Well congratulations sis, you're a succubus now! I was wondering when it would take, gosh why didn't you tell us when we were all here?"

"Because I-"

Nihja paused once Yen pulled away and waited for a response. This was it, sbe could confess to her sister now or conceal the truth for however long she could. Maybe nothing would come of last night, maybe it would be quick news, brushed aside for something else and the people would just move on. Maybe... it's better to admit to her faults and tell the truth.

Telling the truth has never been more difficult.