Pomonella

Page 1: Lit Lights with an S

It was putrid. The smell would eventually rise and swarm our airways. They said that the fog would pass within a week, but many days have passed since then. The telly never mentions it anymore. It's so sour that it remains in our memories. You can recall the exact day. The exact time. In which the city of Gradney was swallowed by the smell of a dirty dog. No, not a literal dog, But the general sweat of the city that was chained beneath the street tile. It's inside all of us. Constantly ruining our lungs. If it wasn't the air that killed you, it was the cigarettes that you smoked. All the people of Gradney, smoked. At least the ones that I knew. But I didn't know enough good people, to give a good answer. Prostitutes, muggers, men made of monsters. You could see them under the lit city lights. Scattering like cockroaches at the first sign of a sunrise, or the first sight of a silver badge. The ones who only come out at night, are especially different. But no one would stay out late enough to see it. Unless, you are one of them.

I could wear the black coat of death, but even then, I could never be spotted. My heals were only as loud as I wanted them to be. The holes in my stockings, showed my highest rank in this society. How ironic that a woman like me, who could get anyone in the world, should have to sleep around to enjoy my time here. But oh, how I loved my job.

Of coarse it was dark. It was always dark in the city. Remember the fog? As I started to walk out the door to my latest job, I could hear the man snoring and laughing at his own dreams. The front door creaked as I took a step onto the sidewalk. Looking behind me, all I could see was his face, both satisfied and displeased at the same time. He would never see my snickering face, as I completely closed the door. My body was surrounded by the night. The rain could never touch me, the moon would never fear me, we almost seemed to be at an agreement. I didn't bat an eyelash, when the rain started to fall. I let the water steep through my eyes. Then I continued to walk over the empty sidewalk. I found myself turning onto a familiar corner. As I stood and stared into the alleyway before me, I was overcome with hatred. Beggars and muggers lined the walls, peering back at me. They sat in the rain. Some of them slept without knowing I was there. Others could feel my presence before I could even turn the corner.

One step after another, I walked through the darkness. I began to pass the poorest people of Gradney. They had a burning fire within their eyes. I could feel their hatred for me, yet they hesitated to do anything about it. They knew everything that I knew. I looked them dead in the eyes, which caused them to slink back down onto the floor. I could only imagine what they saw. Could they have seen the worst parts of themselves? Maybe they saw their future within my eyes or my maddening abhorrence for them. Yet I had a contradicting love for them. They have the same feelings for me, as I do for them. The rumors were all true, and every last one of them, had seen it with their own eyes. The murders, the subduction, my taunting words. Without the deals and the bets, I felt no pleasure. Its a succubi's nature. So what am I to do?

A tail and a pair of wings are too progressive to show the modern world. This is the easiest secret that I've ever kept. You'll never see the binding red corset, beneath my black coat of death. My boots clanked on the stones below me. I could feel a change in the gravel, until there was only a dirt road beneath my feet. I stopped in the middle of the road and looked at my seamless black boots. Then I carelessly slipped them off of my feet and threw them on the ground, before a lonely beggar. Only so that I may feel the soft dirt between my toes. The beggar took the shoes by surprise and looked up at me, curiously through the rain. I told him to "take the shoes and leave." Then he stood up quickly and ran through the ally way, bumping into another beggar, and eventually disappearing through the other side.

I let the rain drench me. My orange, curled locks were soaked and my lips were as red as a rose. The rain felt amazing and gave me an impeccable sensation. I walked to the other end of the ally with a stern look on my face and peered into the street before me. The road was streaming with water. A single street lamp, was lit for the people of Gradney.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see something of interest. Through the flooded city, I saw a woman, stumbling out of a bar with an older man. The man wrapped his arms around the woman, looked her straight in the eyes. Then he gave her the most passionate kiss that I've ever seen. I could feel a sly smile rise from each corner of my mouth. The world was silenced.

It was so slow, but I only wanted to watch. The roof of the bar began to fall apart. It was so beautiful, yet so horrific. I began to see one of the steel beams from the top of the building, fall straight towards the lovely couple. And... Oh, If only someone could have warned them.

I'm only a succubus...not Cupid.