Lilitu: The Memoirs of a Succubus
Her body was covered in lumps—egg sacs, I gathered—and they continued to hatch, bleeding rivers of tiny spiders.
I managed to make it into the other bedroom, and slammed the door behind me. I dove towards the bed and lifted the mattress, just as Theresa smashed through the door and pounced. In a single, fluid motion, I yanked the blade out from beneath the mattress and slashed it towards her. She backed away, avoiding the blade’s silver-flame trail. I circled around her, and darted out of the room.
I rushed through the hallway, stepping on countless spiders with my bare feet, and reached the stairs that led down to the entrance hall. Salem’s former maids were still strapped to the wall, shri
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