"I will be doing no such thing," you say in protest.


Catia raises her eyebrow before breaking out in laughter.


"Well this is a first," she says.


You stare at her as she seems to be deciding whether she'll force you to remove your clothes. You feel the sweat drip down your back when she finally says,


"Maybe I really deserved to be sent here. I can't even manipulate a human into having sex with me."


A black cloud appears as she disappears from your room. You start violently coughing but don't pass out this time. It's not like it matters, you need to sleep anyway. You put out your candles and fall into bed. You focus on your breathing as you drift off to sleep. Best to reflect on what happens when you have a clearer mind.


You wake up with a throbbing pain in your head. The light coming from your window floods your mind with intense pain. Guess you drunk more last night than you thought. You decide its best to make yourself some food and drink to clear your head. You grab water and a slice of peach pie you made a few days ago. You scarf the food down and shallow the water in huge gulps. Your head should start feeling better within the next few hours.


Except it doesn't, you lie in bed with constant tension on your head. It's like someone is squeezing your brain with both hands, but not hard enough to cause physical harm. Something unnatural is going on and you know it. Hangovers should get better after rest, not worse. It's hard to focus on anything but the pain. You try remembering what Catia did before she left. She dispelled a black cloud which didn't knock you out. Is it possible this was a curse?


The more you think about it, the more it makes sense. While she tried not to show it, she was upset you resisted her temptation. She wanted you to pay for hurting her ego. That bitch! As you think about her more, tension is released from your skull. In fact, you're able to think about her in vivid detail and feel headache free. Although, the second you stop thinking about her the pain comes rushing back. This certainly isn't good.


You're going to have to do something about this. There is one obvious solution which is trying to contact Catia and having her remove the curse. Though who knows if she'll even remove it, assuming she still wants to visit you. The other option is going to a local witch doctor and having them remove the curse. Although, you've heard they've been busy since demons first started being sighted. Maybe the curse is temporary, why not wait it out?

You wait

You continue lying around and try to fall asleep. The pain won't let this happen and you lie in bed starring at the ceiling. You start thinking about Catia again as it seems to be the only thing you can focus on. You think about how much of an idiot you are for passing up sex with a demon.


Your front door makes a loud squeaking sounds followed by footsteps. Is Catia back to finish the job? You try to get to grab your sword but your head pounds forcing you to stay in bed. Expecting Catia to kill you at any second, you are very surprised to hear,


"Son, I'm home."


"Mmmm—-mmmmm—-mmother?


"Yes, it's me and I come baring bad news. Your Father, he was killed on our way home. I feel so empty I don't know how I'll go on."


She begins crying into her hands. The pounding in your head stops, allowing you to get up to comfort her.


"Everything will ok you just have to stay strong," you say while patting her back.


Your mother looks up at you and smiles. Her blue eyes shine through the tears and you know everything will be ok. She goes in to hug you and you return the favor. As you embrace, she massages your back making you feel like a kid again. She whispers into your ear,


"Will you sleep with me tonight? I don't want to be alone after all that's happened."


Now you're really starting to feel like a kid again. This is your mother and as sad as it sounds, you could also use some company after all that's happened.


"Sure, I don't want to be alone either."


You both fall into bed and feel instant relief. She moves closer to you and grabs your hand. She moves your arm over her body and huddles your body close to your chest. As much as you want to say something about how uncomfortable this makes you feel, you know she needs company after all she's been through. You no longer feel like a kid, but feel like your father? This is pretty weird, but its just one night. One weird night is nothing to be alarmed about.


You drift off to sleep and have the best night of rest you've had in years. When you wake up you're surprised to find your mother still pressed up against your chest. Not wanting to disturb her, you just lay there eyes open. Your headache is gone, and you think you know why. Only the love between a son and a mother could dispel the curse Catia put on you. Your mother soon wakes up and says,


"I don't want to be too forward, but can we do this again tonight? The horrors I saw, the bloodshed, is too much for me to be left alone with my thoughts. I need someone to be my rock, so I don't fall into the pit of despair."


You've never seen your mother so sad before, thought its understandable. The question is, are you ok with doing this again? Sure, one night of sleeping in the same bed of your mom after such trauma isn't that crazy. But doing again, that may be a bit crazy.

You agree to be her rock

You agree to comfort her again tonight. It's as weird as the last time, but it seems to make your mom happy and that's all a son could want.


"Thank you, I need this right now," she says as you massage her back.


You sleep in the same bed as your mom everyday for the next few weeks. Demon sighting have been occurring more frequently and your mother is becoming increasingly worried.


"I think we need to get out of Ashton before its too late," she says.


"Where will we go and how could we survive alone?"


"I know a place, but you have to trust me."


You have no reason not to trust her and follow her once nightfall arrives. You leave the city walls and venture into a nearby forest.


"Where exactly are we going?"


"You'll see."


She speeds up showing a surprising amount of fitness for a middle-aged woman. You eventually reach a clearing where a river flows against rocks.


"It's beautiful," you say stunned..


"Not as beautiful as you," your mother says with a playful wink.


It gets kind of awkward for a bit until you break the silence.


"I still don't understand what we're doing here. How is a forest any safe than Ashton?"


"Oh, it's not safer at all. I just wanted to go somewhere nobody could hear you scream,"


Your mother dashes at you with inhuman speed. She pins you down and starts ripping off your clothes


"Ever since father died, I've had to suppress my sexual desires. Not anymore, never again."


You try to struggle but it's no use. You find yourself buck naked in the middle of forest.


"I want you to enjoy this as much as I do, so please don't fight back."


You always assumed you were stronger than mother but aren't so sure now. Perhaps you should give in to a deep seeded desire you've repressed for all these years.

You give In

You decide to just enjoy yourself and throw away all logic. This plan backfires once you begin to have sex. This is all wrong, and its not because its your mom, it's because…


"WHY DID YOU HAVE A PENIS!" you scream.


Your mother's voice grows deep and she begins to laugh. You are at her mercy as tears begin to fill your eyes. When it's all done you are left humiliated and at a loss of all self-ego.


"I don't understand."


"What's there not to understand? I pretended to have your mom to have sex with you. I assumed you were a momma's boy by the way you repelled my sexual aura. My assumption was correct!"


Your mother face contorts feature by feature. First, her eyes turn red, then horns grow out of her head. By the end of it you are staring face to face with the demon of your nightmares.


"Catia?"


You are given no explanation as she sends a powerful blast of dark energy at you.


"You may have been able to repel my aura, but you can't repel dark magic."


It strikes you and tears a hole through your heart. You die both literally and metaphorically heartbroken.