Demons of My Heart

I remember what it was like to live in a cage. From the days when I was little, I remember how it felt to be sold, used, beaten, and persecuted. I remember then as the last vestiges of my humanity fled from me and created the monster that they so feared. The Angels? God? They had abandoned me. An empty cry to a mother never to be answered. Humanity likes to cage that which it fears. To tame forces of nature, to control that which is beyond their understanding. They had tried to capture me again, and they had failed. I remember the day they killed me. I remember the day they made me…'We of the Succubi show no weakness.' -------------------------------------------------------------- Since the day Kali lost her sight, she has been cold. She has spent eons in the darkness, reliving the horrors of her past. As a succubus demon, and shackled with only the sight of the movement of air, and how objects affect it, she is limited and blessed in her senses. Calculated and ruthless, she has dedicated her life to the sword, making her blade an extension of her soul. She has passed the centuries offering her services to the highest bidder, seeking answers about her powers and her people. Today, she hunts at night alone -- accepting contracts on high level demons escaping from the ever thinning veil between dimensions. Hiding in plain sight, she has spent her existence seeking answers in her research . Who is she? What are these powers she has memories of but cannot manifest? Why are the demons coming after her? She has kept herself alive for centuries, as a girl who has never known warmth or love, she certainly doesn't need this stranger, Rhys, who ignites a passion unlike she has ever known. WARNING: This story will contain mature content, including R-18 rated chapters.