The Chaste Ubiccubus

**The Chaste Ubiccubus** is a story about an ubiccubus pursuing a woman he believes to be the reincarnation of his long deceased love interest.

The abandoned Flos is found and raised by a kind deity, Vivus, whose murder leaves him angry and heartbroken. Trying to cope with his loss, he believes he'll be reborn in any one of his human descendants and follows them around for thousands of years, until finally, he senses a child who seemingly carries a piece of his soul.

Viviann has no knowledge of her family's long forgotten origins or ever heard of Vivus, yet Flos doesn't care and is convinced she is his reincarnation.

The story was conceived on June 7, 2023, and Wiki exclusive artwork made public at Tumblr on October the 4th.

## The world explained

The story plays off on a version of Earth where mythical creatures are a normal part of reality. The vast majority of the population is supernatural, but humans still make out for a sizeable amount.

Amongst humans, the environment looks modern, while the mythical tend to adapt older time periods, depending on their species.

Most don't like humans and regular animals much, since neither are capable of magic and thus considered to be of little objective value. The same treatment is given to mythical creatures born with less than stellar abilities.

This opinion spreads amongst the mythical as the years pass, and non-magic users taking up space and resources starts to displease them. Humans are forced to stay in their cities, while smaller communities and stragglers risk getting ambushed and killed. To make traveling easier, humans have to hire a supernatural escort, which always comes with a heavy fee.

Animals are equally not respected, making it so that most wildlife on Earth also consists out of magical beasts.

## Story

> **CHAPTER 1: Introduction**A succubus and incubus fall in love, but this unusual union of two creatures that have always targeted other species for their offspring results in the birth of an "ubiccubus". They sense not only a threatening level of magic coming from the child, but an overwhelming erotic charm that makes them sick on the spot.
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> They understand to have made a mistake and cover up the newborn with a blanket, allowing them to regain their sanity and discuss what to do next. Though death is the only sensible option for a disruptive being like him, there's no more hatred and jealousy in their hearts now the boy's face has been covered up, and they're unable to harm the fruit of their love. Not knowing what else to do, they abandon him in a forest, hoping someone stronger than them will find and take care of him.
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> But no such person arrives. Wildlife is drawn to the baby's crying, but whenever they dare to set their teeth in the cloth-packaged meal, he rages in pain and destroys his attackers with his powers. The corpses piling up around the demon offspring help him survive; by consuming their blood from the drenched blanket on his face, and when he grows older, their flesh.
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> With no one around to teach him anything, he doesn't speak and struggles to walk, but eventually picks up the latter by watching the animals of the forest.
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> When he's around the age of 4, he stumbles across a beautiful plot of land, maintained and guarded by an intimidating, but friendly-faced beast. The deity of life, Vivus, seems immune to his charm ability and wants him to stay. He lovingly names the unkempt and bloodstained feral child "Flos", and cares for him like a father.
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> Since Flos has never experienced genuine love before, he grows very attached to him, but not in a way Vivus intended their relationship to be. He doesn't see a father in him, and as he grows older, expresses to want his romantic attention. Vivus has no such interest in someone he's treated like a son since day one and doesn't take it seriously -attributing it to the cubus inside him acting up.
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***CHAPTER 2: The Death of Vivus**
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> One day, a human is found lost in Vivus' domain. She and Vivus end up falling in love, leaving Flos livid and heartbroken, but unable to harm the homewrecker out of consideration for him.
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> Since mere humans can't resist his power of seduction, this change of events makes him no longer able to casually visit his caretaker. Vivus suggests he masks his face and introduces himself, but he has no desire to get to know her, for obvious reasons.
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> The relationship starts out promising, but many unintended problems emerge. The woman eagerly tells other people about her beautiful new home and calls Vivus a human lover, motivating them to move in as well with the expectation he'll guard them from the hostile mythical creatures plaguing their lives.
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> To Flos' dismay, Vivus allows for their ugly buildings of iron and brick and liberal use of the land's resources, even though his heart is connected to it and these practises affect his health. Flos wants him to kill the humans and reinstate the peace they once enjoyed, but Vivus wants none of his talk and calls upon his hospitality.
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> Flos again takes a back seat and decides to leave home out of safety for the intruders Vivus values so much. He makes brief visitations when he thinks the coast is clear, and their reduced family time doesn't evade Vivus. He doesn't want his son to feel unwelcome in his own home and again suggests he hides his face, but this has become a sore point and Flos doesn't think he should hide himself for anyone. Vivus apologizes for his repetitiveness, but states very few creatures are immune to his charm and it would help him make friends.
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> Flos doesn't care to give his attention to anyone but him and expresses as much, after which Vivus warns him he'll become lonely. He thinks that to be an unlikely outcome when two immortal beings have each other to turn to, and finds morbid peace in the fact his mortal wife won't live forever. He awaits her death, so he may shoot his shot again.
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> Eventually, other mythical creatures learn humans are residing in Vivus' domain. They're unhappy to see them claim land they believe belongs to the likes of them and go in for the attack.
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> The humans are unable to fend for themselves, and while Vivus does his best and can't be harmed directly, he's affected by his property getting turned into a battleground. When the last blade of grass is destroyed, he dies a silent and pitiful death.
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> Flos picks up on the fighting noises from afar, but discovers too late his home is the source. As he arrives and understands Vivus is no more, he becomes mad with grief. He doesn't care for the context of the mess he's come across and kills everyone, whether human or mythical, yet can't kill the one he blames most of all; Vivus' cherished human wife, pregnant with his child.
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> He finds her hiding behind Vivus' slowly deteriorating carcass -painting a picture of his last-moment priorities. As he approaches, he tells her not to look him in the face and to get lost. Believing she's being spared by a merciful enemy, she doesn't hesitate and runs off.
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> Flos wishes to lie down next to Vivus, but as he reaches the body, it fully disappears, making him realize it was only holding on to help shield the woman.
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> With everything he's ever known and loved gone, his insanity grows, and the unborn child of the mother he just sent away becomes his target.
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> Flos secretly follows her around, waiting for the birth of the baby he believes should've been his and Vivus', but whenever he's spotted by other humans, these men and women get overtaken by love and lust for him, reminding him he can't possibly be a father to a half-human.
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> He keeps his distance and longingly spies on this last remnant of his beloved, and when the child grows up and becomes a parent, he watches those children, and the next offspring, and the next. He can't cope with the loss of Vivus and his crushing loneliness, and goes on to convince himself that a deity of life can't possibly die. He expects Vivus to rebirth himself through one of his human descendants, but the years keep passing, and none of them particularly remind him of him, except for their strawberry blond hair.
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***CHAPTER 3: She's My Man**
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> Thousands of years pass and the relationship between humans and the mythical hasn't changed. A single mother who lost her partner months prior to a monster attack gives birth to their daughter, a child with an odd soul that catches the attention of Flos many miles away. He feels the presence of something familiar, but it doesn't stick around long enough for him to decipher. Nevertheless, he decides to abandon his current blondhaired targets and tries to trace it down.
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> More years pass, and as he gets closer to the source, he feels the presence of Vivus. He's ecstatic over the belief to have found his reincarnation and hurries himself to meet him.
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> Meanwhile, a woman just witnessed half of her cottage getting smashed to the ground, and barely escaped the perpetrators with her life. Though she's lived in this particular forest for more than 30 uninterrupted years, anti-human beasts continue to patrol all corners of the world and finally caught up with her. Viviann wants to return home to rebuild, but there's always some creature ransacking the place or greeting her with angry eyes and waving claws. Civil discourse is useless and Viviann becomes officially homeless.
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> During her long aimless stroll to no place in particular, she hides away from any passing figure that could be a threat and ponders what to do next. She spots two humans and some humanoid animal walking in the distance, and is surprised to see these three friends casually making their way through these hostile parts.
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> Some time later, another human and mythical buddy pair show up, and now that she's close-by, it looks alot like an escort mission. She doesn't come across a single person who isn't accompanied by a supernatural creature leading the way for them. She figures to have missed a memo.
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> She tries to recall all species known to be tolerant to humans or accept gifts in exchange for services. Since her forest has always been rather unremarkable -inhabited by normal animals and perhaps a hermit or two- she only knows of the moss gnomes. Friendly critters, but rarely seen.
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> She visits their hideout and makes her request of needing protection, but no sound is returned from the fist-sized burrow. The constant rustling of grass and leaves around her puts her on edge, but Viviann stays composed and keeps calling out to them. Then suddenly, a voice next to her proclaims they're too weak to be of use. Viviann is startled by the noise coming from the man suddenly standing next to her.
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> He wears black sandals, a short-legged black robe, and a white, floppy summer hat that partially covers his face. The latter looked familiar and she could've sworn to have one like it. Since he looks human and dressed himself up like a lady heading for the beach, she doesn't see him as a threat and is open with him about her intentions. He asks her the confusing question if she can't use her own powers, to which she clarifies to be human. He points her to her unusual teeth, but she brings up his own carnivorous dentures as if it proves her point.
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> Having lived so far away from human establishments all her life, she doesn't know any better than for it to be normal.
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> He continues to inspect her face and ogle her body, then remarks she's looking good. It's not making her feel comfortable, and since she's being addressed to as "Vivus", she proposes he's got the wrong person. He purrs she shouldn't be shy now that she's short and weak, and approaches with swaying hips. Viviann has no idea what's being said, but his observations aren't wrong; and she's an easy target for the ill-intentioned.
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> She doesn't want to learn what the stranger is about and politely tells him goodbye.
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> She walks off, but notices him following her. She looks over her shoulder with a face of careful unease, but the hat he's wearing makes it hard to see his expression. Not that it matters.
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> She subtly increases her speed while looking around for help, but instead, a group of muscular hogmen show up and close in on her. Hogmen have bad eyes and it takes them a while to know what's approaching them, but when they realize she's human, they get their pitchforks ready. She has no time to think of a strategy, as other mythological beasts have already appeared from behind. They seem uninterested in her, though, and are instead threatening her stalker. The priorities of the hogmen also shifts when they notice their fellow mythicals are much more anxious to kill the man than her.
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> Viviann is given an opportunity to flee, but doesn't like the idea of leaving someone to die in such a cruel way. Knowing she'd regret it, she picks up a pebble and throws it at the attackers. It hits the ground in front of their feet with a sad plop, yet still manages to do what she intended and they all stop to give her a glance.
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> She tells the man to run and wants to get on it herself, but he's unconcerned with anything going on and has his full focus on the powerful bounce of her chest as she takes her first steps. The beasts want to go at him again, so she repeats herself and picks up another pebble. This alternate view of her cleavage makes the man really happy and he kicks in the faces of anyone standing between him and this juicy babe.
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> Through her bangs, Viviann sees him speed towards her and flinches slightly, but when the attackers think this is their chance to jump him from behind, he turns around and she finally learns he's no average man. He has a long devil-like tail, and when more hostile mythicals appear to beat him up, his body seemingly coats itself in black smoky fur and he rages at them like a rabies-infected animal.
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> The area turns into a bar fight within seconds, but isn't quite as comical. The swearing, biting, and gushing of blood is too much for Viviann and she runs off.
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> She hides inside some bushes to rest and collect her thoughts. The forest was clearly overrun and staying here at all looked no longer feasible, even with a moss gnome bodyguard. The uncertainty of her future makes her feel a tad listless, but her alone time is quickly interrupted by the same man as before. He crawls inside the bushes with her and seductively announces his return, but with the knowledge he's a mythical creature and clearly insane, she doesn't know what response is warranted and safe. She asks him to leave her be and proclaims to forever leave the forest if that's his demand, but he says to have other demands, again calling her "Vivus".
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> She insists he's got the wrong person, but upon holding her face and staring into her eyes, he remains confident of his assessment.
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> He goes for her neck and confidently grabs a handful of boob. The startled Viviann slaps his face, though it's a familiar pitiful attempt at self-defense that seems insincere in its core. Regardless, she doesn't wish to provoke him any further and awaits his response.
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> The poke that didn't even crease the peach fuzz on his cheek impressed the man more than she could've foreseen. He's not in tears, his smile hasn't faded, yet he slowly backs off. Viviann carefully gets up and moves away from him. She's allowed to exit the bush, but then, as if nothing happened, he gets up as well with the intent to follow.
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> She states not to want any trouble, to which he smiles to take care of it. She doesn't know what he means, but doesn't ask and walks away.
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> He continues to shadow her and there's nothing she can do about it. Monsters she meets along the way are killed by him, giving context to the answer he gave her earlier. After a long 30 minutes of this, she stops and turns around. He gives off holiday tourist vibes as he's looking for more things to turn into ash, but when he meets her gaze, he gives her his devoted attention. Worried that making eye contact will entice him to approach and try something, she starts walking again.
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> The man asks her to drop the silent treatment and argues she knows he'd never do anything she wouldn't want him to do. It's a curious claim and she replies they're strangers. He disagrees and proclaims once again she's Vivus.
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***CHAPTER 4: The First Days With Viviann**
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> Flos appoints himself to Viviann's bodyguard. No matter where she goes, what she says, what she doesn't say, and how many hours pass, he refuses to leave her side. Besides persistent, he proves himself to be strong, and whatever hostile creature they meet along the way is horrifically taken care of.
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> She doesn't trust him, but understands to be benefitting from his willingness to fight for her, and settles on going back home, since there's no reason to leave the forest anymore.
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> She asks if they couldn't be given their freedom back, but Flos argues it's hard to get rid of people who've fallen for him and that sparing mythicals will only allow them to come back and attack her later. Not knowing the reason why they showed up, she hypothesizes the burly beasts could've been neutral towards humans, but he doubts it, though also admits not to care.
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> Upon exiting the house, Flos is not heard or spotted anywhere, making her think he might've given up and left, but it only takes a few steps into the wilderness to summon him. She only gives him a "good morning" and leaves it at that. With her ill-suited flower picking basket in hand, she heads out to collect wild berries for breakfast and hopefully lunch.
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> She calmly, but cautiously looks over her shoulder a couple of times, but Flos doesn't appear to be plotting to charge at her. Since any form of attention makes him want to start a conversation, she quickly turns her head before he notices.
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> She then sees a group of elves standing in the distance. Since they're known as intelligent and generous beings whose powers are effective against demons, she contemplates running over to ask them for help. It's an opportunity she can't let slide.
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> She stops and turns to Flos, apologizes, and throws her basket with berries at him as a distraction. Supposedly. It brushes his shins and topples over like a fat dog, the contents spilling over the ground. Flos looks at it and then back at her, but isn't alarmed by the betrayal and just stands there watching her flee towards the conversing elves. She makes sure to apologize to him again and suggests he runs away. This woman a weirdo.
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> She politely addresses the elves, who don't listen to her plea and are more concerned with whether she's human or not, thanks to her sharp teeth. She clarifies they happen to look off, but is human. One of them lays his hand on her head and confirms not to sense any notable amount of magic. He then grabs a handful of her hair and a dagger with the other hand, planning to stab her to death.
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> His movements are fast and without warning, and Viviann isn't even given the chance to see what he's holding. Then, another hand grabs the swinging dagger, turning the elf's hand into ash as it does. He rages as he holds his bloody stump, and he and his friends give the perpetrator a determined stare, which then turns into shock. As they lay eyes onto Flos, they realize their minds are being taken over and hurriedly warn each other to close their eyes.
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> Eager to torture the wounded elf more, Flos pins him onto the ground and forces them open. The elf shouts him down and calls out to his friends, but they know they can't safely initiate an attack when blind.
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> Viviann doesn't care to stay a spectator of this sadistic play and leaves. Flos is heard making gruesome demands to his victim, who's audibly struggling to resist the overpowering allure of his enemy, but she has no curiosity for it and continues her jog.
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> Now that she's alone, the forest threatens her with many sounds, but almost as expected, the first threat to show up is Flos. Sadly, her attempt to free herself failed miserably and only led to more avoidable deaths, though she can't say to feel all that sorry for the violent elves.
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> Regardless, Flos is back, staring deeply into her cleavage, and there's nothing more to do about it. She grabs the basket from her head and resumes her initial objective.
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> Her haul is big enough to stay indoors and avoid him for at least a day, but when the berries run out, she has to scavenge again the morning after. While picking up some mushrooms and edible grass, mythicals again show up to try and kick her head in for the crime of "taking their food", but are quickly taken care of by her shadow. Flos keeps to himself for the whole trip, which is an appreciated change.
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> She puts some food on the stove and looks outside, where Flos is sitting on the ground, looking notably satisfied with himself. He often carried a face of content, like an optimist who expects everything will turn to his favour eventually, making it hard to know what he truly thought.
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***CHAPTER 5: Coked-up on Cupid's Arrow**
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> A few days pass. Viviann wishes to check up on the waterwheel that powers her electricity and is escorted to the river a few steps ahead. Flos asks if she's able to fix it if something were to be wrong, which she admits not to. Nevertheless, it's a habit taught by her mother, and to prevent damage is better than to fix.
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> She hurries over and tells them to respect his boundaries, but she's seemingly invisible to them. Flos says he's taken and Viviann his wife, but the girls don't think that to matter and continue trying to push themselves onto him. There's no stopping them and Flos asks Viviann if he should order them to kill themselves, but she finds that an extreme measure for a bunch of otherwise harmless young women. He warns they might chase him down for the rest of their lives, but Viviann is still unaware of the charm ability that ensnared them and says to find that unlikely. She suggests him to run for it, so Flos picks her up to do just that.
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> He begins crawling over the ground like a swatted fly in his theatrical self-pity and declares her a selfish lover; calling her out on her reluctance to bend over for him, even though he's worked so hard to please her these past few days. She apologizes, but this isn't good enough for him and he complains to need intercourse as a cubus in order to stay alive. She answers he's free to engage with others if that's true. Flos appreciates her lenient view on polygamy, but says to be a one-girl man. It's not impressing her much and she gets up to head back home. Flos moans some more, then follows behind.
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> After a while, the dreaded rustling of leaves is heard and Viviann carefully braces herself. A naked figure appears and speeds towards Flos like a lit rocket, screeching like a withdrawing addict spotting a sniff of coke. Flos isn't having it and knocks her out with a single slap of his hand.
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> She wonders what came over her and if they should take her to a doctor to examine for rabies, but he says not to bother and there's no treatment for her condition. She's surprised he knows what she's suffering from, to which he clarifies he's to blame for her insanity.
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> Viviann is finally informed about his charm ability; that impels anyone who sees his face to fall in love with him, though the reactions may differ. She's surprised by this, since she experiences no strong feelings of any kind when looking at him. He laments that fact and says she was also immune for it back when she was a deity.
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> The strange way people have been acting around him make sense now, though her supposed immunity to it as a regular human does not and it makes her wonder if there's truth to the Vivus story.
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> She takes off her oversized sweater and covers up the girl. She tries to lower her eyelids, but it takes a few attempts for them to stick. Flos is wholly unconcerned with his victim and more drawn to the flimsy fabric Viviann is left wearing -looking to be some kind of makeshift bra or bandeau.
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> To see him not care about having mentally wrecked and humiliated an innocent woman is saddening, but Viviann says nothing about it and tries picking her up to carry her to the nearest medical station. The victim is way taller than her and a limp body quite heavy, so Flos decides to get on her good side and takes over, though carries her like a bag of cheap birdseed. Viviann gives her thanks and the two walk off.
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> Not much is left of the day after all the commotion and walking. Viviann hits the tub to take care of her sore feet, and after some contemplation, decides to invite Flos inside as well. He coos they could've saved water by sharing the tub, but she doesn't grace it with a response.
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***CHAPTER 6: Bonding with Flos**
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> The days turn into weeks and Viviann grants the ineradicable Flos some privileges for his efforts. He's allowed inside for certain matters, like eating and washing up, though his bed remains the forest, regardless if rain falls and the temperature lowers.
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> He clarifies what role Vivus played in his life and what role he wanted him to play, and tells about the stranger who snatched him away from him, the droves of humans that followed, the war, Vivus' death, and his long quest of finding him again. Viviann finds it a pitiful story and a pitiful obsession, and asks if he's never met a proper love interest in the many years he's been alive. He says that would be her. She doesn't know how to respond to that, so doesn't.
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***CHAPTER 7: Flos Sleeps Inside**
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> Autumn officially begins. With the weather no longer in her favour, Viviann has to head out more often to stock up for the cruel winter period she knows is up ahead. Though she's no novice on the preparations that need to be made, there's notably less food after the sudden increase of visitors in the area. Besides mythicals, regular humans cross the forest as well, looking for a new home. She finds most bushes already picked clean and even the usual wildlife is missing. There wasn't a single spider or ant in sight. The forest atmosphere looked unnatural.
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> Viviann never managed to push herself to give him a bed and he still spent his nights outside. It wasn't like he's unworthy, but she didn't want him to think she was inviting him to pull more mischief. She'd offered him alternatives, building him a shed among those things, but he didn't want any of it.
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> He always showed up behind her at the kitchen counter to rub her behind as a greeting and spoke entire sentences to her with his eyes glued to her body. That wasn't normal. Was it? Not that a social noob could confidently say, but regardless, she preferred a normal "hello".
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> His skin wasn't blue or goosebumped and the hard dirt didn't seem to impress him much, so then, why did she care? She imagined her mother sitting there, with a big winter coat and a hot water bottle on her lap. If she told her she felt fine and to leave her outside for the night, would she? It was pitiful she had to insert her mother to help her make moral judgments, but she's always been the only person in her life. She just didn't know how to talk to others or what courses of action were appropriate when, so usually chose not to speak or do anything. It's always been the safest option, but was her doing nothing not getting a bit out of hand here? He's rejected her help, she understood it made no difference to him, but it wasn't about that. It was about showing someone you owed your life to some basic courtesy.
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> She tells him not to like it and asks him to come inside. Flos excitedly jumps up and asks if they're going to share a room, but disappointingly, she offers him a spot in front of the fireplace instead. He rejects and wants to head outside again, but Viviann expresses it would make her feel at ease if he stayed in during the night and to consider it, even if he doesn't care to for his own sake.
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> Viviann immediately starts on knitting a large pouf for Flos, while he offers to take care of dinner. It became quickly clear, the boy can't cook. Having lived his entire life eating raw foods, an abomination waited for them on the table. Viviann decides to leave most of it standing, not offending Flos, who's glad to get the lion's share. She questions to herself the point of cooking for him if his palate is that nonexistent.
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***CHAPTER 8: The Prevented Death of Viviann**
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> More weeks go by and the state of the forest continues to worsen. Because of Flos, mythicals started spreading the word the forest isn't worth conquering, inviting homeless human travellers to settle down in what they consider a protected area. Besides the lack of food and absence of animals, trees are getting chopped down for their town.
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> Flos is conflicted and convinced that killing the humans is the only logical solution, yet fears Viviann could pass away during his absence. He paces back and forth, trying to settle on a decision. The feeling of powerlessness is disgusting to him and just worsens his thinking process. Viviann stretches out her hand to him and again reassures it'll pass. It happened so sudden, he doesn't believe it, but doesn't want to leave, his misery builds up until he drops onto her stomach to cry.
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> After Viviann's beaten her illness, she decides not to waste any more time lying around and prepares herself to resume her tasks from before. Flos thinks his stolen wares are enough and wants to make grocery shopping his duty, but she explains not to be familiar with most of what he brought and worries she can't handle heavily processed foods.
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> For someone so scantily clad, he's surprisingly warm and she noticed the same thing back when she was sick and he lied on top of her. It was nice. She comments on it, to which he says that's likely because cubi are beings from Hell. With so many strange creatures walking around who've treated her more cruelly than he ever has, she's forgotten that fact and asks if he knows anything about this realm of fire and suffering. He says not to have some ingrained knowledge of Hell or that's where his allegiance lies, if that's what she means, and that his one and true home will always be Earth.
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> Flos picks her off the ground without consent and carries her in his arms. She tells him it's not necessary, but he really doesn't want her to get bedridden again -unless he's the one to smash her crippled- and thus ignores her. She sees no reason to start an argument over it, though it'd be somewhat embarrassing if anyone were to see an adult, uninjured woman getting carried around like an infant.
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> On a winter day, Vivian wakes up to find Flos outside again. She calls out to him, but he responds she needn't worry and he's doing the general rounds. Guessing mythicals have returned, she heads outside to inquire.
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> Flos is lying in bed, looking at the fireplace. Since he didn't sabotage the wood, the fire is large and bright, and its shape nothing out of the ordinary, yet his eyes remain glued to it.
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> Winter melts away and spring returns. The forest is reinhabited by the animals that were ruthlessly killed or chased off by the mythicals that failed to claim the area, yet the human town nearby remains unfinished and deserted. Flos and Viviann's daily adventures become less about staying alive, but giving Flos a purpose outside of getting her to bend over -a quest Flos doesn't care for, but Viviann devotes herself to in the following year.
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> They head towards the waterwheel, where a familiar camper is suddenly standing. Flos proclaims they should do this "human stuff" properly by wasting precious minutes of their life just getting somewhere and tells her to get in. There's no corpse of a woman inside, but she asks if it's the same vehicle from a year ago, which he confirms. Viviann guesses the owners failed to survive after all.
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## Characters

### Flos

Flos is an ubiccubus. He is a couple of thousand years old.

He's an orphaned, fullblooded incubus, who fell in love with his surrogate father; the Earth-dwelling deity of life, Vivus. Because of his nature as a cubus, he didn't recognize the inappropriateness of his crush and allowed his feelings to grow.

He knows his kind is far from respected and revered, and Vivus' understanding for his inability to control himself ironically made things worse and fed his affection. Flos was not deterred by his palpable disinterest, and believed to have a chance if he didn't leave home and stuck around as an adult; so Vivus could no longer see and treat him like a child.

He kept track of his human descendants, hoping to witness his rebirth and reunite with him. As he's never been told Vivus has the ability to reincarnate, his quest was based on desperate assumptions.

When Viviann was born, he vaguely sensed Vivus' presence, but since the woman only carries a small piece of his soul, it took many years to pinpoint her location. Despite her not knowing who Vivus is or believing to be anything but human, Flos is convinced she's his reincarnation and wishes to live the life with "Vivus" he failed to secure back then.

Her differing appearance compared to the real Vivus is not considered an issue, since he's naturally attracted to human females and thus sees Viviann as a convenient improvement. Having that said, he believes Vivus deliberately turned himself into Viviann for him as a late act of consolation.

He thinks to own her and kisses and feels her up constantly, but since she doesn't subscribe to his ideas and doesn't like his intrusiveness, he remains insecure enough not to enact any irreversible mistakes and awaits her full acceptance of him. He looks to have the overall demeanour of an overconfident, perverted jokester, but cries often when no one's around.

After she nearly passed away, he figured she was suffering the same fate as Vivus and decided to kill all residents of the forest. In order to keep her healthy, he continues to hunt down any and all who dare to enter his new paradise; whether human, mythical, child, or adult. As Viviann became better, he believes to be doing the right thing, yet keeps his practises a secret from her, knowing it would displease her/Vivus.

Flos has black hair, fangs, sharp nails, light-pink eyes, and a long, black devil-like tail with a pink heart-shaped gemstone imbued in the tip. Being raised by Vivus, he doesn't dress himself typically for cubi. He likes to show off skin, but has a preference for robes and large, loose clothing.

### Vivus

Vivus (*pronounced: "Vee-voos"*) was a land-dwelling deity of life of unknown age.

He created and guarded a beautiful, peaceful plot of land, where the wildlife was docile and the weather always ideal. How he came to be is unknown, and the only piece of information he shared with Flos was the claim he spawned into existence on Earth, whereafter the desolate environment around him morphed into what would be his domain.

Though it would've helped him in the long run, he refused to expand his influence, since he believed to have no business forcing perfection onto everybody. He found beauty in imperfection and believed one could not be recognized without the other. He was tolerant towards the less pleasing facts of life and tried to see both sides on matters.

He adored Flos and took great care of him as a child. Though many find cubi disgusting and it's assumed a being of life cannot coexist with one that absorbs it, Vivus did not want his adopted son to loathe himself and found kinship in the cubi's drive to reproduce -since it's an act that creates and upholds life.

Nevertheless, he understood their excessive sexual urges were less than admirable and didn't want it to define Flos. He wished for him to pursue a career as a scholar and motivated him to try out many hobbies. By finding something that would help distract him from his instincts, he hoped he could leave home one day and be welcomed in by the outside world. Having that said, Vivus wasn't always familiar with his overpowering charm ability, which Flos himself also didn't know about until he became an adult. Vivus was untouchable and immune to any type of magic, since his heart and soul were linked to the land he had created.

Vivus would eventually fall in love with a human and leave behind a child, but none of his descendants kept his legacy alive and chose a more humble existence, upsetting the already angered Flos more. He quickly became a forgotten memory, with Flos being the only one to pine for his return.

Though he's undoubtedly erased from existence, his offspring and Flos' refusal to forget him allowed the deity of life to regain consciousness at times, like a spirit in the wind, gone the same second it arrived. Flos' odd comments about Viviann having been born for him happens not to be far from the truth.

Vivus is a strange, large beast with minor human features. He has long arms, fangs, canine-like black nails, off-white fur, and strawberry blond legs and manes with a mutton chop moustache. He has a sleepy look to him.

### Viviann

Viviann, called "Vivus" by Flos, is a human descendant of Vivus. She's 32 years old.

She carries a piece of Vivus' soul, resulting in her being born to look and act a decent bit like the long deceased deity. She has no magic powers and is not considered to be a mythical creature, yet Vivus' genes are strong and made every one of his descendants have strawberry blond hair and fanged dentures. She also appears immune to Flos' charming ability, which normal humans cannot repel and Vivus' regular descendants weren't believed to be able to, either.

Since her mother passed away, she's lived by herself in their secluded forest home, living off the land. She's never had access to products considered normal in the modern world, like phones, washing machines, the internet, bras, or store hygiene items, but owns a power generator attached to a waterwheel in a nearby river, allowing the use of electronic lighting and whatever outdated device she still owns.

As a fairly aromantic loner, Flos' intrusive behaviour wasn't appreciated by her, but she's an unhurried woman who never raises her voice or gets seriously physical with someone. She doesn't hold grudges, and if a peaceful solution is possible, she'll always prefer it.

After learning Flos is a variant of cubus, she took a familiar stance and wouldn't persecute him over it. Having no power to fight off her lovesick stalker, she tried to offer him distractions much like Vivus did back in the day, which only strengthened his belief she is him.

She grows accustomed to his company and enjoys his moments of kindness and vulnerability. After getting exposed to the idea he might very well leave and be happy with someone else, she grieves, but is unable to decipher these feelings. When Flos pushes her to act, she realizes to love him.

Thanks to her having Vivus' soul and Flos being a creature whose sole purpose it is to give humans supernatural offspring, their children are Vivus-like beings that don't resemble humans in any way. Since the newborns look very much like dog puppies, Flos abuses his cubus abilities to ensure litters of them are born every year and makes the clueless Vivian mother hundreds of offspring.

Viviann is short, has long strawberry blonde hair with bangs, thick eyebrows, a large nose, a large chest, and dark eyes. She carries a calm, sleepy expression on her face, reminiscent of Vivus. She only wears homemade clothes consisting out of long skirts, boots, and large sweaters and vests. She isn't particularly skilled at knitting and many of her clothes have cheap fixes applied, are too big, with sleeves that're either too long or too short.

She's chubby, which seems to be a genetic feature inherited through Vivus' soul. Having that said, it doesn't affect her health and stamina, and is a supernatural trait that allows her to go without food and water for at least two weeks. Since she sees herself as human and was taught to eat her three meals a day, though, this ability has never been discovered or tried out.

Her dentures have also never been made a point of discussion before meeting Flos, since she and her mother lived a hermit's life and didn't interact with the humans they would sometimes find scavenging in the forest.

## Gallery

**Fullbody image of Vivus and Viviann, not on scale.**
 *(Wiki, 2023)***Vivus and a young Flos.**
 *(Wiki, 2023)***Flos and Viviann.**
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## Trivia

* "Flos" means "flower" in Latin.
* "Vivus" means "alive" in Latin.
* Vivus is inspired by The Lorax from The Lorax reboot.