Jack awoke to a dull throb in his head, and splitting pain running between his ears like a current of electricity. He bit back a groan, knowing from experience that if he made any noise, he'd only upset his aching head. The incubus opened his eyes blearily, trying to blink away the drowsiness diminishing inside him already.
Beside him, something stirred slightly. He gazed at a reddish blur for the longest time, until he rubbed his eye with his knuckle and let out a silent yawn. That too hurt, but the throbbing was beginning to dissipate as the blood previously pooled in his head began to spread back through his body. After a scant few seconds of vertigo, he was upright and rubbing his eyes.
He gave examining the red thing a second try, and this time, he almost jumped in surprise. It was a little girl, hands on his knee to prop herself up as she leaned toward him, dazzled. The red on her was her fiery red hair and robe. Jack thought it amusing that she looked like a little red devil, even though she was so cute.
Wait, girl?
Where the hell was he? Where'd Anathane taken him that children would be? This certainly couldn't be hell, no, children didn't go to hell. Did they? He examined the girl, who couldn't have been more than four years old, and found that behind her robe were two red wings and a little red tail like his own white one.
"Mama!" the girl called, very shrilly. Jack's ears pounded like someone was crushing his head with an anvil. "The unicorn is awake!"
Unicorn? Wait, she was talking about him? Jack didn't care much as he soothed his pulsing head and massaged his temples. The little red girl threw on a hood and giggled giddily as she leapt away, arms outstretched like she was pretending to be an airplane, and ran off somewhere else. Jack closed his eyes for a few seconds as he dragged himself to his feet.
After a while, he regained his balance somewhat and searched the room for any sign of familiarity.
If he'd seen this place before, then he had been clubbed to death and resurrected without any memory of it. The place was nearly as large as a superbowl stadium and the ceiling looked at if it were miles above his head. The walls were painted in gold, or made of it, and glimmered in the light of an unknown source, spreading a gold hue all across the entirety of the place.
Out of the golden walls peered leering gargoyles, with long fangs and fire leaping from their mouths like lava that disappeared just before touching the floor. Their ruddy red eyes seemed to be staring into his soul, and their clawed hands and long teeth reaching for it hungrily.
Although the place was furnished with no furniture at all, a large pool of dark blue water ran from just a few feet away to the other end of the massive span of golden floor. Jack found the little girl running along the lip of the shallow pool, laughing merrily as she made airplane noises and entertained herself happily.
"He...hello? Who are you?" he called. She stopped and turned around, running back to him with her arms out to her sides still. When she reached him, she latched onto his leg and clambered up his body until she was resting on his shoulder, giggling again.
"I'm Limarei," she replied. She pointed one tiny finger toward the gigantic doorway at the opposite end of the golden room.
"I'm Jack. Hey, where are we?" he asked. She giggled.
"Silly! We're in Mama's house. Mama! Mama!" she called, hands cupped around her mouth to magnify her voice. Suddenly, the doors opened and a black shape appeared between them.
"Limarei, honey? Is...oh, he's awake." The black shape suddenly turned into a woman as she warped to Jack's immediate location. He stepped back, more out of surprise than anything else. He still wasn't used to people being able to do things instantly.
Before him stood a succubus, obviously so because of her black wings and tail, and lack of demonic horns. But she wasn't like the others. Her skin was charcoal-black, dark enough to put midnight to shame. Though her skin was so dark, her hair was a fiery scarlet, and it ran down her back and shoulders like a cascade of vibrant blood.
"I assume you're 'Mama'?" Jack said expectantly, removing Limarei from his back to hold the girl out to her mother. The succubus smiled gently, her deep grey lips parting.
"Thank you. You may call me Nyx, as many humans have before."
"Nyx! As in the goddess Nyx?" Jack stammered.
"Indeed. I assume that your name is not Unicorn like my daughter insists. You must be called Jack, am I right?" she purred, staring at him intently with eyes akin to endless dark voids. It took a conscious effort for him to draw his gaze away from them, and to keep it off her ridiculously well-endowed chest.
"Oh, yeah, my name's Jack. And him, over there," Jack motioned over to where Anthony lay. "That's Anthony. Anathane told me that you could help us."
"Of course. Niaf is one of my older friends, and Anathane as well. And I have much fondness for Fain and Elassa as well. I was told of your predicament before you awoke, and even though I did entertain the thought of killing you, I decided it best to give you my resources to help further your progress." She gave him a brief smile before Limarei leapt back onto him and wrapped herself around his shoulder.
"You're fun to play with!" she exclaimed happily.
"She seems to have taken a liking to you," Nyx said.
"Surprising, considering I've never been good with kids."
"Unicorn is big and strong! He's more fun to ride than Mama!" the little girl exclaimed as she clambered onto Jack's neck and wrapped her legs around it. She sat with her chin resting on the crown of his head, grasping his one full horn with a dainty hand.
"Well, you must have indeed caught her interest. Some days, she refuses to leave my person," Nyx explained with a small giggle. She turned around, massive black wings folding around her exotic body like a shroud of midnight.
And was she ever built! Jack could barely get over her shape, let alone her assets and face and gaze! She had broad, muscular shoulders and not a thick neck, but not so slender as the twins or Elassa. She was tall as well, easily an inch taller than he was.
Along with her broad shoulders, she had a chest even bigger than Elassa's by at least two cup sizes. They were literally as big as her head, and they looked as big as Anathane's the time she had remodeled herself for him during their first meeting. Swooping down, her body didn't make so much of an hourglass shape as he'd thought it would.
She held sort of a, gentle slope, from her vastly protruding chest to her wide, womanly hips and thick thighs. She was built like a fucking brick house. A real big, beautiful Amazon. And damn it was the look sexy as anything he'd seen before! God, he was already turned on simply by staring. Nyx looked back as he followed her down the hallway past the massive double doors, smiling gently.
"Well, it seems as if the rumors of your lust were not exaggerated, Jack," she remarked dryly as they continued to walk. For the first time, Jack suddenly realized that he was entirely naked, and his erection was sticking out in front of him. He flushed red with embarrassment and tried to cover himself up. Nyx turned around and unfurled her wings to reveal her shapely form once more to his hungry eyes.
He drank in her image like a starving bear does honey.
"Perhaps you would like to relieve yourself with my body?" she suggested, holding her arms out to either side like she was a servant to be commanded. Jack, rather embarrassedly, shook his head and brought his white wings to life behind him. Limarei clung to one and laughed merrily as Jack tried to gently shake her off. He covered up his front with the other.
"Um, no, I'm fine thank you. But, uh, what exactly are these rumors about me? Nobody really knows about me here, right? I mean, I've never been to a Sanctuary before." He tried to make sense of the situation, but he couldn't find a single reason why there would be rumors about him here of all places, in hell!
Again, Nyx gave him a soft smile that flustered him and aroused him more than ever. Nodding softly, she relaxed a bit and spread her wings out fully, arcing them as she stretched the leathery black skin to near transparency. He could see orange torchlight through them, like looking at a flashlight through one's hand. Though strangely, her wings had no veins to speak of.
"You possess four lovers from hell, do you not?"
"Yes, well, that's complicated. Anathane's not really..." he trailed off as her gaze hardened.
"You are bedding with four of them, then?" she asked, making it impossible for Jack to deny the apparent adultery that was going on under his roof.
"Yes."
"Your lust is renown in the Sanctuary of Salvation for being very powerful. You are a virile young incubus, to say the least. Anathane has spread tales of your abilities all across the four Sanctuaries."
"No, no that's not true. She...God damn that woman. How many people know about me?"
"At least one sanctuary is teeming with new, young succubi awaiting their own Jack Archer to take them to unknown heights of pleasure and undiscovered depths of love. In the Sanctuary of Deliverance, you are, as mortals say...every little girl's fantasy?" Nyx chuckled at the joke as Jack began to grow more and more disheartened.
"Anathane laid my entire sex life out for everyone to hear like it was some storybook?" he clenched his fists tightly and felt his blood begin to rise.
"She also released visions of such things to a select few thousand. I have them on record if you would like to revisit them. You seem...troubled?"
"How can I get her here?" he growled. Nyx raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"Who?"
"Anathane. Where is she and how do I get her here?" he snarled, gritting his teeth as his claws cut into his palms.
"Anathane said that revealing your presence was-"
"Anathane!" Jack roared at the top of his lungs, steaming mad. Something inside of him was bursting at the seams. She'd shown his extremely emotional and personal life to thousands of complete strangers without any form of his consent of even one care for his feelings. He trembled with rare and raised his head. "Anath- mphf!"
