Do Demons cry?

  Pray?

  Or scream for forgiveness?

  Someone or something was in my mirror; they stared at me in fear and copied all my movements. Whoever was looking back at me saw me through their sharp yellow eyes—heard me with their pointy red ears, twitching at their feminine voice. They look at me with horror, their words familiar like a forgotten retive. Their hands touched the small pointy bone-colored horns stuck in their head, bulging out of their messy dark hair with bangs covering their eyes. They stood there naked, they stood before the mirror in disbelief, sharing the same bleeding bck wounds, and wearing the same painful scars on my arms that I have. My scars. Mine. Me. Our eyes widened in surprise.

  “ME? Is that me?” I asked her.

  It is.

  “It must be a lie, an illusion, unreal! This is not me. Can it?" I denied stepping back.

  The demon in the mirror copied every word and movement I made. Her face, oh her face. She was so scared and hurt. I was the one that was in the mirror’s reflection, the one that could not identify itself like an animal was seeing itself for the first time. In my crotch, my externals were now internals of sin. My chest is no longer of power but of seduction.

  “If it wasn't for that damn potion this might never have happened!” I said, horrified at my reality, trying to bme something pacing around the dorm.

  There is no way a potion to kill demons turned me into one, how did I fuck up this bad?

  You know what you did. It wasn’t that.

  My body ached all over and my head was dizzy from the blood loss. I just stood in the mirror letting the bck ooze keep pouring out of me. Zephyr being the kind familiar brought me bandages and healing potions. The healing potion felt refreshing, giving my strength back to stand firm. The bandages reminded me of my time dealing with the pgue that came years ago. My wound slowly closed up only leaving small scars.

  “I need to fix it, I need to turn back human, I must!” I cried at Zephyr who was in silence while keeping their beak down.

  Stopping to look at my reflection was impossible, my gaze was perplexed at my body, afraid to even touch the disgusting demon that was me. My hands were tempted to commit foul transgression by touching my taboo body. I hate this. I hate this, why does this body feel so weird? Being a woman. It felt so wrong yet so right. It feels just like the time I pced an illusion spell on my body (as practice) to appear as a woman but so much worse. At that time I felt the dirty feeling that I was doing something wrong, and now I'm living it.

  “This is not my body. A demon must have cursed me, it must be, or the book must be cursed!” I cried to the mirror with a trembling voice knowing well I did this when I cut myself.

  All for stupid css. When I peered at the girl in the mirror, I felt her eyes staring back at me. I have seen the bodies of girls before, but this was different. Is it bizarre because this girl's body is mine or because it is a demon’s body at which I am staring? My mind was not able to decide what was weirder, I know the soldiers I know will say there is no difference and ugh while taking another drink. Morbid curiosity was starting to get the best of me, if anyone saw me staring at how I was, they would call me a perverted bsphemous heretic and burn me at the stake. This body is so majestic it fills me with guilt. Gods, I can already imagine it.

  I gulped my anxiety.

  Oh no, what will people think of me? What will my family think of me when they find their beloved heir is now a woman, no, worst, a foul demon? At best, they will banish me if they even recognize me, being realistic I am not surviving that family reunion. To be more realistic, I am not living to reach my brother’s wedding if I am stuck like this. I look down at my body, my chest, my hips, and my demonic being.

  Zephyr recognizes me but are they with me because they know it is me or because of our contract? Zephyr is bound by contract to protect me, and take care of me, in exchange I give them magic so they take physical form in this world. They cannot betray me. They at least gave me a bit of privacy pretending to sleep in their nest, meanwhile, I dealt with everything that had happened tonight; admitting defeat that they couldn’t help except protect me if something were to enter my dorm and attack me.

  I covered my body with clean clothes, my tail was in the way of my undergarments, and I had trouble because the tail had a mind of its own. It kept wagging, wrapping around my leg, and being a slithering snake. Every time I feel that thing between my legs, my instincts tell me a snake is riding up my leg. Not having my manhood in between my legs felt odd, if I touched what I had now I might die. My untamed curiosity will not win again tonight, I listened to it already, and look where it got me. But the voice in the back of my head whispered to me.

  “Explore your body, it is yours after all. Why will it be sinful to do so?” That voice told me to hide the book instead of delivering the book to the priest or a magic professor. The voice of temptation was whispered in my ears many times; I will not let it win, again.

  I opened my cabinets, went through my things to get more bandages for my wounds, and found the cleansing potion that the academy recommends having for emergencies like this. Wasting no time, I chug the potion tasting its bitter fvor, gagging at it, waiting impatiently for its effect to happen, to clean my body. Nothing happened, I tried again by looking in my book collection for a spell that could turn me back to normal. After finding the remove curse spell, I read it carefully to not jump any steps while casting it. Spellbooks are the same as cookbooks, when you are unsure of the recipe or steps just follow the book. I held my wand pointing at myself, reciting the words casting the spell while waving my wand as the book instructed. Arcane magic spiraled around me cleansing my body, yet nothing happened again. I was still a demon.

  Desperately, I drank more cleansing potions to the point of almost vomiting. I have searched my books again for anything that worked at all. No matter what I could not get rid of this demonic feeling that wanted my body. As if the curse was everything I am.

  “So many books and none about curses!” I yelled passing around my dorm.

  I needed to go to the Grand Library to find something that could work and hope it would release me from this nightmare. But to do that I have to venture outside once again. That thought alone made my body uneasy. Looking outside by the small opening of my window the people of the city were still in a demon hunt for me.

  I continued researching salvation in one of my books about demonology and my body ran cold reading the description of one of the types of demons. Red skin, bck horns, yellow eyes, a slithery tail, and an irresistible body. A demon or the book has corrupted me to be a succubus. They hunted and tricked men and women into having sexual intercourse with them to eat their souls. Demons are beings of destruction and carnage, driven by the lust for chaos and death. There is not much known of their origins except that they have killed, haunted, and corrupted humans since Hildirun cast the first magic spell.

  Although the demonic urge to kill and bring chaos did not fall onto me, instead, it was fear and paranoia. Fear of the guards already at my door waiting for the perfect moment to bust down the door and kill me. Scared that an arrow might fly through my window into my head, even if they were close. Just like my father on his worst days, waiting for the next attack never to come. After reading everything I had in my dorm I concluded that I was cursed by that bloody book I bought. No wonder it was cheap.

  Growing hopelessly, refusing to look at myself, there was one st thing to try. Kneeling at the side of my bed I started to pray.

  “Solstice mighty God of Light, I beg you please cleanse my body from this curse that has taken over me. Protect me from the dark forces that corrupted my soul.” I drop down to my knees. “They are tempting me oh lord. Save me from my impure thoughts. I am so sorry for what I have done and for disrespecting the gods, I didn't mean it. Oh, please gods please do not forsake me when I need you the most.” I wailed at the heavens.

  I tried to be good, giving myself to them and pleasing them all my life as I could. I prayed and prayed again to all the gods, but none of them answered.

  “Why will you not listen to me?” I asked the gods that were not here. “I am the demon. That is why! Why will they listen to an abomination of life?” I sobbed. The river of vulnerable tears had never flowed down my eyes with such intensity since I was a kid. It was foolish of me to think the gods shall come for a demon begging for salvation.

  ***

  After trying every spell, I had in my collection that might work. I y motionless in my bed staring at the wooden ceiling of my dorm unable to sleep. My tail was always in the way and felt like a parasite on me. Sleeping face down was not good either, my… chest felt uncomfortable being squished against the bed and I wanted no reminders that I had breasts. Because then the temptation will come back. These lumps in my chest are made to feed newborns, yet they corrupt men and women alike. I was no exception.

  Reading before bed always helped me to sleep, forgetting my worries, but this time I did not. My scars still ache even from being healed. The knife I used feels like is still cutting my hand, even if its not there. Unsure of the time I kept reading all night about demons and how they had killed The Great King Alexander Dawn the Third. Legends say he fought twenty demons at once wielding the legendary sword of daylight while protecting his beloved granddaughter. After the carnage of the fight was settled. His body was found half-eaten and unable to be recognized. Below his corpse, her granddaughter was found alive without a scratch yet covered in the royal gold blood of her savior. Another story that kept bugging me was of the son of the lord of a city who went outside the holy nd and returned corrupted by a cunning succubus turning half the city into sodomite cultists. Then the Lord had everyone associated killed on sight, purging the entire city and himself. The city now lies in ruins.

  When morning finally came, I hoped, I prayed, I had faith that it was all just but a bad dream, that nothing happened yesterday. That I just fell asleep making the demon’s bane. Solstice’s morning bells started ringing at dawn and the first bell rang, I heard my body being purged, bzed in torment. The ringing of the bells reached inside my soul, and I woke up screaming in pain, falling down my bed. Covering my ears did not help at all as god’s bells exorcized me, which were made to repel demons. Zephyr was woken up by my screams flying desperately to me trying to comfort me the best they could, but they did not know what was causing me so much pain. They thought that the bells were too loud for me today and tried to sing loudly to cancel the horrendous ringing. When the bells finally stopped, I was crying again and shaking on the floor. I was pathetic.