The Succubus's Unwanted Keeper
Joe and I grew up together.
I, a pureblood succubus; he, of the Black Serpent bloodline—both misfits in a world that called us monstrous.
When we were young, he loved to rile me, delighting in the sight of my face turning beet-red.
But once, we had the fiercest argument of our lives. He spat that succubi were low, abhorrent creatures ruled by lust. I shot back that snakes were disgusting—creatures driven away by the sun's warmth. Neither of us would bow.