The Alley

The Witch retraced her steps back to the alley. On her way, she stopped by a meat stand and purchased dried meat. At the cheesemonger, she picked a few pieces of hard cheese. Somehow, although her backpack was already bursting full, she managed to squeeze the newly purchased items in there and still close it.

When she returned to the alley of the incident, it was empty. The Witch turned around and scanned the surrounding stands and streets, but didn’t see her savior anywhere. Thinking perhaps they were further in, she ventured into the dark alleyway.

Sure enough, as soon as she turned the corner, she found what she was looking for, and disgust twisted the Witch’s features into ugliness.

At the end of the alley, away from the bustling of city life, her savior was found resting happily on a few wooden crates, her clothing in a sad tattered state, not that she had much on her to begin with.

Her wavy hair morphed into a giant nest around her bare shoulders. However, instead of looking messy, the demon looked even more alluring than before.

Scattered on the floor were not just the three men from before, but three more unfamiliar faces, each with creepily happy content smiles. Their shirts were wrinkled and dirty, and they were butt naked. The stench was awful.

“I was only away for an hour, what happened?” The Witch covered her face with a handkerchief and pointed at the extra men on the ground. Her already dead eyes looked even deader.

“Welcome back, My Lady.” Not minding her nakedness, the savior rose from the crates to kneel at the Witch’s feet.

“Don’t do that here, it’s too dirty,” the Witch said. “Can I at least clean you up and fix your clothes?”

“No need to trouble you, My Lady, I can do it myself,” the savior said. With a short incantation, a dark purple circle expanded from underneath the savior’s feet and ascended the demon’s curvy figure, cleaning her body and fixing her garments. When the circle finished cleaning and lifted the last strand of her hair, the horned girl was as clean and pretty as when the Witch first saw her an hour ago.

The demon bowed to the Witch. “To answer your question,” the savior pointed to the most normal-looking man in the group, one of the three newcomers. “This one lives here.” Her finger swept to one of the open windows on the wall with worn-out curtains facing the scene. “He was curious, so I invited him to join us. A very delicious man he was.”

The savior’s eyes beamed with satisfaction.

“These two,” she pointed at the two other newcomers, who looked just as sleazy as the three who started the incident, “They were dragging a girl into the alley, and what a happy coincidence that it was our alley.”

The demon chuckled as if she was thinking back on some fond memory.

“So I invited them to our party. The girl was just standing there, not even running away, the poor thing, until I asked if she wanted to join, and I didn't mind sharing. Even then, she just stood there, looking lost and confused. I had to throw an attack near her feet to scare her away.”

The Witch, who had lived her life as virtually as possible, had never seen so many butt-naked men with such creepy expressions in one place before. Naturally, she was uncomfortable with the situation. Even so, she was more baffled by how her savior had so much… stamina.

“Good that you saved the girl, albeit unintentionally,” the Witch said.

“Thank you, My Lady.” The demon smiled happily at the praise.

The Witch looked hesitantly at the men, but she still went over to them and nudged them with her feet. They groaned and moaned, and one of them almost reached out his hand to grab her. It was Thug C.

“Still have energy left, huh?” the Witch said, stepping out of the way. The Witch gave Thug C’s leg a harder kick. “Do you even know what happened to you guys?”

The Witch rolled her eyes. “Goodness. Look carefully at what she is.” The Witch walked back to her savior and reached her hand to yank the horns above those lustrous wavy hair.

The savior almost doubled over. “Please be gentler, My Lady. My neck…” As much as she complained, somehow, a ting of red blush was developing on her face, and a slight moan escaped her throat.

The Witch sighed, shaking her head. Even the demon was hopeless. She gave the horns a few more light tugging and looked back at Thug C before letting go.

Thug C narrowed his eyes at the woman he just had some fun with and laughed. “No way she’s a succubus. Demons hardly come out anymore.”

“Yes way I am,” the savior said, and stuck out her tongue. Her demon tongue was long, its narrow tapered tip coming down to her chest, and at the base of the tongue glowed a demon crest.

At once, Thug C yelped and backed into a corner. The two who were conscious enough to witness the identity of the demon twitched their immobile bodies and looked like they wanted to foam at their mouths.

“Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod,” Thug C said, squeezing as much of himself into the corner as possible so that he almost looked like a frightened child.

“Sorry, but I don’t believe in gods,” the Succubus smiled down at the man. “Is it really alright, My Lady, to let them know?”

The Witch shrugged. “Next time you try to force a girl to do something she doesn’t want to, remember what happened today, and…” the Witch chanted an incantation.

Runes flew from her mouth to the men, except the one who lived in the building. The words wrapped around their bodies and disappeared into their skins. “The next time you do it again, a succubus will be summoned right on the spot, and I won’t be there to stop it from sucking you bone dry.”

The Witch grinned malevolently at the conscious men and hovered her eyes over the unconscious ones. “Make sure to tell your comrades about this, or you’ll be responsible for their deaths.”