She came to him in the darkest hour of the night; a beautiful abomination of nature, the personification of mankind's lecherous demise. Her unshod feet provoked light footfalls as she sashayed across his dusky bedroom, the sensual sway of her strides made even more pronounced by her skimpy attire.
"Good morning, my Lord and Master," she greeted, the sound of her voice just at the edge of hearing, with a sultry undertone beneath the surface. "I apologize for disturbing your rest, but I'm afraid the epoch of your rebirth is upon us."
"M-my rebirth?" Leroy mumbled and sat up slowly, frightened of the creature that was climbing onto his bed.
"Why, yes, my Lord," she said, drawing her nubile body next to his. "We must hurry now, time is of the essence."
"What?" He asked stupidly. "W-who are you?"
She giggled before giving answer to his question; a sweet, childlike noise that was unbelievably endearing to his ears. "I'm only your humble servant, the one they call Lilith."
"Lilith?"
The creature nodded. "You mustn't be afraid of me, my Lord. Nor of my horns, or my fangs, or of my long, pointy tail."
A momentary silence ensued, during which Lilith let out another heart-fluttering laugh while Leroy processed the words he'd just heard. "Are there... are there other servants like you?" He asked, his voice quivering with trepidation.
"Of course. Even now, in the remote crevices of hell, your subjects hail your name and wait patiently for your return."
Leroy had to swallow the lump in his throat before he could speak again. "H-hell?"
Lilith nodded, "Oh, it's not the dour place your priests and reverends make it out to be, my Lord. You'll see it for yourself when I take you."
"And how will you take me?"
In lieu of words, Lilith edged her lips closer to Leroy's. "Would you like me to show you first?" She asked.
But before he could answer, the succubus had already sealed their lips together in a kiss. And in doing so, for that one brief moment, Leroy's mind became a mosaic of fractured memories of times past, unusual sensations, and distorted images. One second it was so, the next it was something else--something whole; something singular; one clear picture.
No, a vision, Leroy quickly realized.
What he saw through his mind's eye couldn't be mistaken for anything else--it was, in fact, a small acre of paradise, viewed from an omniscient perspective only the human mind could allow. He saw trees that were unlike any other trees he'd ever seen before, and perched on their broad branches were luscious elf-looking creatures. Most were beguilingly dressed, while others went about clad in nothing at all. The leaves all about them emitted a strange silver afterglow that bounced reflectively on their olive skin, as soft as moonlight.
Underneath one such tree was a pool of crystalline waters, where beings that were undoubtedly nymphs scampered about, splashing and giggling with wanton abandon. Far off from his vantage point, he was surprised to see a row of thatched houses, with pink and yellow and green lights shining through their individual windows. He could just about make out the inhabitants of that place as they go about like silhouettes in the distance.
"Master," she purred when they broke apart. "Do you see?"