"Thank you," Greg whispers.


"You what!"


"Pfft! And to think, I used to respect soldiers."


Tom and Connor start shouting about how much of a dumbass you are. You don't bother to engage with such idiotic banter. Instead, you walk out of the tavern without a second glance. As you make your way outside you are hit with a rush of cool air.


"I can't wait to meet Catia," you mutter to yourself.


"Who's Catia?"


You turn around and only see the entrance to the tavern.


"Hello?"


"Ermm down here sir!"


You glance down and instantly recoil. It's Greg, what's he doing here?


"What the hell do you want?"


He begins to squirm uncomfortably and hyperventilate.


"I…uh…I…erm…"


"Spit it out!"


"I wanted to thank you for agreeing with me," he says between irregular gasps for air.


Oh, that's why he's here. You normally wouldn't mind but you have plans tonight and have no time for conversation.  


"People don't agree with you often kid? That's too bad," you say while walking away.


"I'm not a kid, I'm 20. But yeah, everyone I meet either ignores or makes fun of me. I almost prefer the latter as at least they keep me company,"  he says while following behind you.


"Damn that really sucks," you stop walking and stare him in the eyes, "Look I'd love to keep you company, but I have somewhere very important to be."


Greg looks at you with a face of disappointment. But he lights up to ask,


"Where do you have to be? Maybe I could come with you."


Gah! As bad as you feel for Greg, under no circumstances could he come with you. She agreed to see you, not Greg and you.


"Sorry I don't have time."


"God damn it. Can you at least tell me why? I don't want to be near Connor and Tom right now. They make me feel inhuman."


Does this guy ever shut up? You been trying to exit this conversation gracefully since it started. You should just tell him to fuck off and be done it. Of course, you could humor him and tell him what you're doing. It's been hard keeping this succubus thing a secret and having someone to confide in wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. On the other hand, you really want to go have demon sex.

You tell him to fuck off

"Fuck off worm."


Greg surprises you when he snaps back,


"Connor and Tom picking on me is one thing, but you? I don't know why, but I thought you were different."


For a second, you feel hurt. But then you realize it's Greg and feel a bit better.


"Your fault, not mine. Now do as you're told and stop following me," you say while walking away.


This guys persistent and runs to catch up when you start walking fast. Are you going to have to kick the shit out of him so he leaves you alone? You hope not, but that may be the only option as he's acting like a child.


"I don't want to go back to the tavern. Wherever you're going, it's better than there."


He's probably not wrong, but it's beyond pathetic that he still follows you. Guess when you take so much abuse you can shrug it off pretty easily.


"Go ahead, follow me. Just know if you try to enter my house you won't be able to leave."


He gulps but continues to follow you. He's wasted a lot of your time so you decide to take a shortcut to your parents' house. You find yourself exiting out of the slums and into the residential part of the city. Most guards sleep in the barracks, however, since your parents never returned from their trip their house is all yours. If they ever return, you hope they don't mind you bringing a demon inside the house. Although, they were always bugging you about finding a girlfriend, this might not be what they had in mind.


You arrive at your parent's old home and open the door. The wooden door squeaks loudly as you open it.


"Some things never change," you whisper to yourself.


You immediately start making yourself more presentable. You change out of your soldiers' uniform and put on a loose-fitting black tunic. You probably should take a bath but you're too excited to see Catia that you forget to. Do demons mind odor?


You're about to sit down in your bed when a chill runs down your spin. Your door makes a squeaking noise and a cold breeze rushes towards you.


"I swear to god Greg! you shout.


No reply, although you don't know what you were expecting. It's possible the breeze pushed the door open, it's pretty flimsy and it wouldn't be the craziest thing that's happened in the last 24 hours. On the other hand, you can't shake the feeling you're being watched. Should you investigate?

You investigate

Maybe it's paranoia, but what kind of brain-dead retard wouldn't rather be safe than sorry? Assuming its just Greg, you don't even bother grabbing your sword, and leave the bed room, checking every corner as you do so. This pays of as you notice a shadowy figure standing outside your bedroom. Is that…Lars?


He wastes no time in attacking you, but why? You'll never know as he slams your head into his knee until you die.