The Games Incubus Plays

The Abyss is vast. So vast it cannot be controlled. So vast it cannot be tamed.

But every society has a ruler and so does the Abyss.

Helios was not a ruler, but instead, he was the dirty knife the ruler used to stab insolent creatures of the Abyss straight into the heart. He was nothing more or less than a tool that brought destruction if used by his owners hand.

Days in the Abyss were all the same, filled with pleading, screaming, bloodshed and massacre. There was nothing special about this place besides it caged the worst of the worst. It was a prison for the creatures which belonged nowhere else. Wherever they went, they spread misery and carnage. Some of them were born in the Abyss and some were sucked inside after the other worlds discarded them. Helios was born here, but as a general, traveled elsewhere to feed on insignificant residents of other ignorant places.

It was a fun life that was often dangerous and threatening, but a fun life, nonetheless.

As he was walking towards the news which were to send him to Earth again, his dark armor was melting into the blackness of his wings. They were folded behind his back now, straining under the weight of the chains that were put on them.

Nobody was free in the Abyss.

The chains were strong and heavy, tightening around his wings and then his torso. He could not get rid of them. Only the Ruler could use magic to unbind them. But the Ruler was ruthless and cunning, and the days Helioss wings were free could be counted on one hand. The sword he carried around his hips was no ordinary blade. It was the steel from Earth that contained a piece of the soul of the blacksmith who made it. Nobody knew who this person was besides Helios and the Ruler, but the power of the soul was not to be underestimated.

The creatures residing here had no soul so no matter how good their technique in crafting weapons was, the steel was never as strong as the one coming from Earth. Humans carried the light of life inside them, a piece of undying magic that made them live forever even if their physical form dies. The soul was the secret ingredient of everything they made. Piece by piece, it detached from their inner being and melted into the object they crafted.

For a creature from the Abyss, to rule over a sword that contained such strong force was almost impossible. In order to wield something strong like that, your blood must not be pure, and the creator of the weapon must be pure of heart in the moment of crafting.

Helios worked hard to obtain that sword. He preyed upon the old blacksmith who had the most beautiful daughter in the village. It happened many years ago and he was still very fond of that memory. At first, he just wanted to feed off her, ** her and then watch her die as she would slowly sink into the milkiness of death and then find another and repeat the same thing until he was bursting with energy and life. Anela was delicate like the morning dew with her white skin and big round blue eyes. Her hair was the color of honey, and her cheeks were always slightly red like she was always blushing. Her hands were soft and her lips even softer, he could tell, because he tasted them many times before he managed to consume her. Helios walked by her house many times before he managed to even talk to her. Anela tended to hide in the stables and whisper to the horses, running away from the outside world and spending most of her days behind closed doors of the house.

Her father was a good man. He worked hard and provided for the family he had left. Anelas mother was lost a few years before the great famine, dying from pneumonia. He was left with two beautiful daughters. Laya, Anelas sister, was only eight when Helios took the older one away and he planned on returning for her as well, but the Ruler decided Earth was too dangerous at that moment and the missions he went on after were never connected to Earth anymore.

The old blacksmith worked night and day, providing the armies of Earth with the finest steel and that was not something he did out of the goodness of his heart. He did it for the gold and the gold was good, allowing him to feed the girls and give them a good life. He tried to protect them from the outside world as well by teaching them to read and use their own heads. He provided education for them whenever he could and looked closely at the people approaching them.

When Helios saw her, he knew she was an easy target. Her heart was transparent like the rain catching on the windows of her room when he saw her reading there.

First, he pretended to be a stranger who got lost on his travels and is now in desperate need of help and she believed that. Then he asked her if she could provide him with some food and clothing, which she gladly did. He asked her to tell no one that she helped him because of his pride. He promised he would make a place for himself in their little village and come back to return the favor. After that, it became easy to apply for a job in her fathers forge and not even three days passed before he managed to spin her head and make her eat right off his hand.

His game began when the old blacksmith accepted him completely and started to look at him as if he was a ray of light in his gray, working world. Helios was nice to him, and his Incubi energy was enough to win the favors. By that time Anela was head over heels for him, ready for him to consume her, but thats when he saw his opportunity.

A week before he was to return to the Abyss, he decided how he would approach this situation. On the first night, he came into the blacksmiths dreams and warned him of the being who will kill his daughter. The next morning, the blacksmith was very shaken and talked to Helios about it. He knew his moves were right because on the second night he appeared next to his creaky wooden bed after lurking for some time in the dark behind the door. He approached the blacksmith turning his eyes red and changing his physical appearance into his real one. Demons were terrifying to humans. They were scared of their distorted faces and bright red eyes. He then turned his face into the one he was using on Earth, hinting that he was the one to kill Anela.

The morning after, the old man was already losing his connection to the real world, and he spent all day looking at Helios and waiting for him to make any move that he considered suspicious. Helios made his fears come true. In one of the moments when the old blacksmith was looking at him, he quickly changed his appearance into his demon form, making the watcher scream in horror and run away outside the forge. Helios then came after him, asking him if he was all right, claiming that all was untrue and the blacksmith only imagined everything.

One day before he was to leave for the Abyss, Helios was satisfied as the old man was now deeply engulfed in his insanity, forging a sword that would protect his daughter with the power of his soul which was now pure. He wanted to protect her so strongly that nothing else in the world was important anymore.

He forged the sword and prepared for Helios that evening. He was about to attack him and kill him the moment his eyes turned bright red again. He stayed awake, looking at the doors of his bedroom which would soon let in the shadow that was haunting him for days.

The sword was next to him, leaning on the nightstand when Helios came from the dark and met his eyes. Before the old man managed to even utter a word, a demonic hand reached directly for his heart and plucked it out from his very chest.

His breathing stilled fast as life was abandoning him and Helios took the sword with a triumphant look on his face. It was hard work, but the prize was his.

Anela was sleeping that night as any other, peacefully dreaming of the wedding with Helios. After all, he was the only person her father ever liked, and he was perfect with his pitch-black hair and bright green eyes. He respected her and she knew he would protect her every day until the end of their lives.

It was until the end of her life on