Thread: My Sister's Demons  (Irvine and DE666)

While the energy inside of the house was higher than it had ever been with an almost tangible happiness, the same could not be said about the energy inside of the taxi outside in the drive way. Amusement, anticipation, nervousness, worry, and the incubuss passive aura of lust all mingled and mixed into a potent sense of dread in the back seat as Paige pulled her wallet from her purse and opened the soundproof barrier to pay the driver. Soon, in a matter of mere minutes, this tangible joy and this overbearing dread would slam against one another in ways that only those who truly knew the hardworking medical vixen could understand. Paige had changed since she had last seen her family six years ago and she knew it. Sure, she wrote at least once a month and even made the occasional phone call home but she had not physically been with her sister or her mother in six years. It was her fault, really. Alice had often offered to pay for Paiges fare to come he for the holidays every year but her near reliance on Mallkiors company and the fact that she gave herself fully to her studies kept her firmly rooted to the campus. Of course, this was the very reason that Mallkiors feelings about the situation were so radically different from his human lovers. When last Paige was home, she was an eighteen year old ball of sunshine that looked forward to going off to medical school so that she could learn how to help those who needed it and to save lives to make a difference. She was spirited, innocent, and pure. She lived only for her little sister and her studies. The old Paige had dedicated herself to serving as a beacon of light in the lives of the people whom she cherished. She had, by this time, learned to live with the nightmares that had plagued her since the time that she was almost raped by three men belonging to a cult, The Ravens Cross, when she was fourteen. Despite the emotional scarring that this had carved into her mind and the terrible fear of sex that it instilled in her for the longest of time, she knew that she wouldnt have changed a thing. It was because of this incident that she met her demonic lover. He was her punishment for having the men arrested and convicted a gift from the cult if you will. He was unleashed unto to young woman as a spiritual entity so that he could ravage her every time that she slept and feed on her latent sexual energy. This had awakened a side of Paige that she had kept hidden from her family back then but now she wore this side of herself on her sleeves. It wasnt an easy process, but during her first year away from home the dark-skinned beauty had read every text that she could find about incubi and through trial and error, found the appropriate ritual to bring her nightmares into reality. The first few times that he attacked her, it had hurt. The first few times that her nightmares had come true, she wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed, cry, and curse herself for ever thinking that she could control something like this. Over time, however, she grew to enjoy the treatment. That which she once hated and feared became an extension of herself and an outlet for her secret desires. The Paige that had left six years ago was dead. The woman who was returning home now had her body, her soul, and her memories but she was too radically different to possibly be the same woman. She was worried that she wouldnt have anything in common with her dear sweet Lillian anymore and even feared that Mallkior might go after Lilly. No there was no simply fearing to it. She knew that Mallkior would go after Lilly if he had the chance. Mallkior was an incubus, after all, and if he needed to feed then he would feed on who could give him the most energy. It was his only flaw and it was one that he could not help. She could not blame him for doing what he was born to do but if she kept him well fed herself then he would have no need to go after Lilly. Lilly was safe as long as Paige kept Mallkior satisfied. The young medical graduate had every reason in the world to feel some sense of dread about this homecoming but all of that worry and all of that fear was shattered when she turned to see a much more matured Lillian emerging from the house. The black-clad woman didnt waste so much as a second when she heard her name being called. She didnt even grab any of her bags as she swung the door open and all but leapt from the cab to hurry over to Lillian and throw her arms around her younger sister. Thats when Lillian would have gotten her first unavoidable glimpse of the new Paige. When Paige had left for college, her attire had always been bright and colorful. Flowery sundresses and were her favorite things to wear but she would wear anything with a happy theme to it and she rarely wore skirts. When she did, they were always full-length. Now she was clad in black with a knee-length skirt and stockings. Just as odd, her jacket had the sleeves cut. Paige never destroyed her things.