A Shadow Succubus

Lilin was over 100 years old. She wasn't the oldest nor as experienced as her sisters, however she was certainly capable. Her passion to consume the souls of her prey was unwavering and unapologetic. Her natural thick black hair, tin lips and ample sized 34DD breasts would make sternest of men weak. Her jade green eyes gave her a natural enchantment over men and women, with focus and direct eye contact she could make them do whatever she wanted. It was that feeling of invincibility that ultimately led to her downfall....

It was a fall night, and the metropolitan city was settling down from rush hour after a casual busy Monday. Lilin was being summoned to a nearly empty apartment. Answering her call, she was exciting at the mere thought of consuming another pitiful soul. After the light dissipated, she saw her summoner as a tall slender man, with salted hair and slight wrinkles in his face. It didn't matter to Lilin who hoped this would be more of a challenge. She did her usual seductive dance of swaying her hips, while leaning forward to showcase her cleavage.

"You are lilin?" The man asked softly. Lilin confirmed with a pur while turning with her hands going down the sides of her hips.

He continued to speak, although it fell onto deaf ears. She was more concerned about the act rather his useless words. Her brow scrunched to look up at him holding a book and utter another spell.

Her eyebrows raised as she started to recognize the spell as a problem. Her mouth started to open, but it was too late. A burst of light pierced the room, as she felt time stand still. Within seconds, she watched her body launch backwards, being ripped apart by the explosion and disintegrating. For the first seconds it was pure agony, then...faded to black.

Was this , she thought?