“That man…” Catherine stopped and gestured towards a lad, just barely eighteen years of age, in the corner. “Who is he?” She began moving in his direction, an unexplainable maternal urge welling up inside her.
“Catherine…” The older Fae man groaned. “He’s just another doomed human life. Another soul for the meat grinder.”
She whirled around to face him. “I can’t believe you, Geron. Why do you always say such things about these humans? They’re not so different from you and me!”
“They have no honor; not even decency or politeness! You of all people should know this, Catherine!” He grabbed her arm. “Let’s go.”
“You’re one to talk about decency,” She wrestled her arm out of his grasp. “I have been with many human men and I know the worst they are capable of. I know it all too well.”
“I can’t understand why you do this to yourself.” The much bigger Fae relented. “Fine… go and stir that disgusting cease pool of a soul. You’re only going to get yourself hurt again.”
“Leave, then!” The succubus pointed to the portal; a soft golden light spilling through a massive fissure in the wall; just above the doorway to the school gym. “I don’t expect you to understand, nor will I tolerate such talk in reference to my former husbands.” A sudden surge of longing and sadness welled up inside her. “I still love those men, Geron, and nothing will change that.”
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