![]() ![]() Stephon peered into the bleak depths of the dark tunnels that surrounded them, uncertain of which one had led them into the chamber, and realized that he and his comrades had been lured into a deadly trap. The crusaders stood in silence, surveying the shadowy perimeter of the chamber, listening and watching for the slightest sound or movement. The remaining knights held their torches high, but the meager firelight could not illuminate the full extent of the caverns above them. Stephon squinted into the darkened heights of the chamber, scanning the shadows for the unholy creature that had killed his friend. After their swift assault, the swarm dispersed, fleeing the chamber through the various tunnels that surrounded the room, but the swirling confusion had caused the vampire hunters to lose sight of their quarry. As the descending swarm engulfed them, the knights swatted at the loathsome creatures with their swords and torches. The screeching bats surrounded the crusaders in a flurry of wings and shadows. She let loose a shrill wail, causing dozens of bats to flee their resting places in the chamber's heights. With one stride the creature leapt high onto the wall, clinging to the chisled bricks with her talons. This unearthly creature was not his beloved Rianna-no. Staring into her hollow eyes, Brom realized he would not be set free by the angel of darkness that stood over him now. Unable to move and powerless to supress the desires that stirred within him, Brom could not look away as the beautiful enchantress gazed down upon him. Beneath her icy touch, an unknown energy began to spread forth within his veins, and an unholy rapture claimed him as he lay paralyzed before her. The dark angel silently hovered beside him, and Brom shuddered as she placed a chilling hand upon his exposed chest. Tendrils of her black gown delicately wavered behind her as she moved, trailing off into the tomb's shadows like vaporous serpents. The unearthly creature seemed to float upon the air as she ascended the steps, approaching the altar where Brom lay helpless. Raven-black hair cascaded down over her pale shoulders and ebony wings rose from her back, spreading outward behind her. Brom watched transfixed as the black cloud took the form of a beautiful dark angel draped in velveteen shadows. Excerpts from Book 2 Succubus by Joseph VargoĪ billow of smoke began to rise from the mist that encircled the stone dais.
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