Fuck. I did it. I actually did it. I was in shock as I watched the pentagram slowly fade, the pit of darkness once again becoming a boring beige carpet.
Zazel’s horns… What did I just do to myself? I looked down at my soft pale hands. They were bigger. They felt cumbersome, like claws from a beast form… Not that I’d ever had the privilege of wearing a beast form. Hell, I was lucky to be summoned so often considering my status. Well… “Lucky”
It was a gambit. Leak your name, get summoned more. Get more souls. But then, it doesn’t matter how powerful you get if too many people know your name, you’ll still be a slave, and that’s a very permanent slip up. Of course, Eizazulique wasn’t my name any more. Like all mortals I didn’t even know my true name now. I’d have to go on some spirit quest, or seek a mystic to find out. I laughed at the absurdity of it all. Me, a succubus, climbing some mountain to see a doped out guru to find out what my name is.
Honestly human lives are so short, it probably isn’t even worth it. I was free. Free from the endless cycle of sucking and fucking. Free from the greater demons shoving their cocks down my throat. Free from getting sucked dry by an envious Sister. I was free. But I was mortal, and that was a different type of imprisonment. It was possible to find ways around that. With my knowledge I had a half decent chance of scrounging up a litigious Ifrit, or maybe soul binding my flesh to some artifact, but in truth I wasn’t even sure I wanted to. Maybe I wanted to die. Maybe I wanted to experience what mortals did in the end… A true release, whether an ultimate end, or a different type of beginning…
The Sisters teased me when I thought like this, musing out loud about these questions. “You’ll get over that by the time you’re 200” they said. Well… I guess I no longer had a choice.
I looked down at the leather cord around my neck. The talisman at the end was char, and it crumbled in my hand as I squeezed it. No two way trips, at least not with this little trinket. I wasn’t sure why the old toad demon gave it to me, and for such a low price too, but he had, and I resolved to use it my next summoning no matter what.
The charm was like a VPN. YES I Know what a VPN is. I’m a modern demon, not one of those old bitches who still thinks bustles are in style. The first thing it did was scramble my summoning, send me somewhere else, somewhere the summoner couldn’t see. But the next thing it did. Well, that was a soul swap. The term was a bit deceptive. It was more like, every attribute of yourself was swapped, down to the very soul. From an existential perspective, I was still me… I think… I shook my head and dislodged the wandering thoughts. That’s in the past now.
I regarded myself. So this is my body, huh? I grit my teeth and grumbled. I wish it hadn’t been a guy. 9 Hells. I looked down at the biggish clumsy form. At least he looked young enough. Maybe in his mid 20s? That wasn’t so bad. I could have popped up around some wrinkly old fossil.
A brief swell of sympathy grew within me for the man whose life I’d stolen. I was human now, and deigned to entertain the thought. Sympathy, for that poor soul, imagine that. It would be him in an endless cycle of fucking, too tired to even think half the time. It would be him getting pushed around by elder demons. I sighed. It would be him living forever, or at least a really long time.
Fate had dealt me my cards, but I had every right to seek my own fortunes. I appreciated the sympathy. Sympathy was not an emotion afforded to me in my old life, so I enjoyed it. But sympathy wouldn’t change my mind, nor shake my resolve. This was my life. I searched the lingering memories in the physical parts of this body's mind.
“Tristan Wilde.” I smirked. “Huh, cute.” I could work with that.
I looked at the mirror examining my new features. Shaggy brown hair that shimmered even in the pale moonlight. Defined, yet delicate features. He was average height, and on the muscular side, but I could tell his frame was skinny. I’d seen less body hair on a guy before, but there still wasn’t much to shave off.
Yeah. A few shape spells, a bit of rouge, and I could fix this body right up. Maybe I’ll play along with his life a little longer, you know, get the full human experience before I go off and do my own thing. Or maybe I’ll quit his job, and turn tricks. I laughed. Who knows? Who cares? The world is my oyster.
