User blog:Eradose/Chamber of the Succubus: Issue 2

''Good evening, and welcome once again to my chambers. It is I, Morgana, and I have new stories to tell. But this time I am not alone. I have two others who have their own stories as well. And since I have a new plaything, it means I’ll have more time to toy with him. So let’s get our terror tales started with one that my sister told me. It’s called…''

Story idea by Lemon-Sir
Drake Michelson was often regarded as a brilliant artist, with his works going for top dollar at auction. But, the only art Drake was good at is the art of deception. None of the works that he was credited for were made by him in the first place. Every one of them was stolen from the true artists who created them.

It all started years ago in a run-down apartment building. Drake had ambition, but he and his roommate, Jonathan, worked a dead end job just to make end meet. Jonathan was a brilliant artist, working in various mediums, from sculpting, to painting, and even etchings. Most of his spare money went into his hobby. Drake on the other hand lived above his means, and was in serious trouble. One day, Drake thought to take one of Jonathan’s works and sell it. It not like he would notice one of his etchings was missing. The buyer was ecstatic, asking a large amount of money for it, and calling Drake a genius, and said he would buy more of “his” works. It was at that point Drake realized he could sell Jonathan’s art as his own to make more money.

It worked for a while, that is until Jonathan found out. He confronted Drake, demanding him to come clean about stealing the artwork. Drake refused, saying he could cut Jonathan in on the profits. But Jonathan wanted his artworks back, and was about to go to the police. Drake, not wanting to give up his racket, killed Jonathan in cold blood, and dumped his body in acid so that no one would question Drake’s rights over the artwork. And without having to sneak under Jonathan’s nose, Drake was free to sell any of the works without fear, becoming richer with each one, and gaining fame for “his works”.

But Drake knew that Jonathan’s artwork wouldn’t last forever. Sooner or later, he was going to run out. Drake needed someone else to make art for him to sell. He used his fame to land a teaching gig at the college, and spend his off hours learning to “fake” his brilliance, so no one would know that he wasn’t the great artist he pretended to be. He also made sure he taught one student at a time so that there were no witnesses. Any time a student of his came up with some grand work of art, he took it and sold it as his own. And if any of the students realized what was going on, he had ways of making sure they didn’t talk. Some were easily swayed with automatic passing grades if they kept their mouth shut. Other needed a bribe. But for the more problematic one, he was quite skilled at making them “disappear”, altering records so that it seems like they were never in his class. Sure, a few of them turned up, but their deaths were never tied back to him, and no one was the wiser.

It was one day that he encountered a beautiful girl named Alison, whose beauty was only surpassed by her sculptures. He was more than willing to take her as one of his students, and went by her place to see the artwork she had created, under the pretense of assessing if she was skilled enough to be one of his students. All of Alison’s sculptures were that of beautiful gargoyle like women, each one contained in its own individual room. It was strange to Drake, especially with the somewhat… erotic nature of the sculptures. Some were posed is seductive ways, where as other seem to be engaged in sexual activity with a man that was integrated with their pedestal. Despite these unusual sculptures and their presentation, Drake felt Alison was an artist he could exploit. He assigned her to his night class, and had her sculpt a new statue as a “project”. He knew he would have to get rid of her as soon as it was done, which was a shame, but his greed knew no bounds.

As Alison worked, she began to ask questions of Drake of what kind of woman he was attracted to. It was strange, but Drake humored her, as it was obvious she was using his input to create the sculpture’s features. In a week, the sculpture was nearly completed. Alison said it only needed a pedestal to be finished, and should be done the next evening. Of course Drake couldn’t wait. It was finished enough for him. He was going to return before she comes back that night and take the statue.

Once Drake finished with his students that day, he went back to his lavish estate, and prepared his truck. The statue was going to be heavy, but not something he couldn’t carry out by himself. He drove back to the campus, and entered the workshop he assigned to Alison just as the sun was beginning to set. In the center of the workshop was the statue. A ravishing beauty with long hair, leathery wings, curved horns, and a tail, sculpted so well that it almost seemed as if it was alive. It also seemed Alison added markings along its left leg and right arm since last he saw it. Drake began his work by attempting to grab the sculpture and drag it to the truck. But, when he grabbed it, it seemed… soft, much like warm flesh. At first he though he may have damaged it…

But when the sculpture began to move on its own accord, Drake became terrified. It tried to grab him, but Drake managed to slip past her as he ran for the door. But as he gets closer, he can see Alison closing the door on him, his only escape. He runs at the door at full speed, only to have it slam in his face. He tried to get it open, but the door would not budge. But the door locked on his end. How is it that it could not be opened?

That was the last thing he thought as the talons grabbed him from behind.

As the sun rose on a new day, Alison opened the door to the workshop. The gargoyle, turned back to stone, perched upon the stone figure of Drake Michelson, engaged in violent love making.

“I must say,” said Alison, “you make a great pedestal, Drake Michelson.”

~END~

''Needless to say, my sister still has that statue in her chambers to this day, being her favorite of them all. If you haven’t figured it out yet, she was that student who created Drake’s new masterpiece. As for Drake, in time he didn’t mind becoming part of the very artwork he tried to steal. In fact, every evening, he and his new wife are more than willing to try a new pose before sunrise. Don’t believe me? Go to Alison’s workshop and see for yourself. Who knows, you may become the next great masterpiece.''

''Now then, it’s time to turn thing over to the next host, as I need to get back to my “plaything”. Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon enough to give you more wet nightmares.''

''Good evening, and welcome to my library. It’s not often that I get visitors. I am Saphirette Sprika, the Demon Realm scholar, and I hear numerous stories. Whether they are told to me directly, or heard by one of my Dark Elementals. And I must admit, it fills my body with longing. After all, I’m still looking for a human man to help me progress my research. If anyone is interested in becoming my husband, by all means, please drop by the demon realm state of “Polove”.''

''Oh dear, I made another advertisement. I did that a few times when working on my Demon Realm Traveller's Guide. Well, it is best that I get to the matter at hand. I think this story may be good to start with. It’s called…''

Story idea by Lemon-Sir
Alex was a skilled magician and often performed to sold out shows. Many of his illusions left many audience members scratching their heads as to how he does them. His greatest trick was what he called the “Living Doll Trick”. In it, he takes an old doll, about the size of a girl no more than in her late teens or earlier twenties, from a trunk, and sits it down on a chair. In moments, the doll begins to move its head, and soon after, stands up and walks around the stage. As soon as he touches it, the doll would go limp again. He then removes the doll’s head to show that there was no one inside it moving it around. He also passes his hand over the doll as it’s moving to show that it’s not being controlled by strings. At least, he made it seem like he was. In reality, the doll was a marionette being controlled by stage hands above the stage with fishing wire. When Alex passes his hand over her, he passes it through a gap in the wires, and waves his hand at an angle to make it look like his hand is passing over the doll.

After the doll walks, he then uses her as an assistant in some of his other tricks, such as sawing the doll in half, making her disappear, and other such illusions. Whenever he asks her a question, he holds his ear up to her and pretends she replies, maintaining the illusion that she might be alive. Even before the shows, Alex tries to make it seem like the doll is alive by having her sit in his dressing room, as if she was getting ready for the show. He also performed illusions with the doll days before his performance by having the doll it in a park or public area, and when someone comes up to see her, only to notice she is a doll, he would throw his voice to make it seem like she said something to them. Needless to say, this scared more than a few people. When he is at home, he sits the doll on a chair on his personal stage, or uses her to practice his tricks and illusions.

But, the doll served more than just being part of his act. Alex was also a brilliant con-man, and used the doll to smuggle jewelry he had stolen during and before his act. A few days before his performance, he would perform magic on the streets (such as the trick with his doll) in order to scout jewelry stores, and in the dead of night, sneak in and take as many valuables as he could. He also had many fake gems and jewelry that he swapped for the real thing when he had volunteers from the audience come up on stage for some of his illusions, using sleight of hand so they would never notice it. He also used those same skills to pick pockets on the streets while scouting out stores to rob. At the end of the show, he would place all of his stolen loot inside the hollow doll, and put her in the trunk. If anyone checked the trunk, they would only see the doll, not that anyone has ever suspected him of robbery before… It was during one of these heists that he stumbled upon a strange pendant. It was of an unusual nature, and its dark purple gem seemed to almost glow. Unlike many of the other gems and jewelry, which he sold on the black market, this one seemed like it would be a suitable trophy for him. Upon returning home, celebrating another successful heist, he placed the pendent on the doll, and jokingly danced with her upon his stage. When he was done, he placed her once again upon her chair, and went to bed.

Late that night, he was awoken by a strange sound from his stage. Upon getting out of bed and investigating, he found that the doll was moving about the stage, more graceful than he had ever seen her move before. He, of course, thought that a stage hand must have snuck in and was playing a joke on him, so he went up to the catwalks above the stage. But as he began his climb, the doll stopped moving, and upon reaching the catwalks, he found that no one was there. Puzzled, he went back down to the stage, and picked up the doll.

It was then that he noticed something was wrong. The doll felt soft and warm, as if she was a real person. Taken aback by this, he hurried to place the doll back in her chair, but as he tried to leave, something grabbed him by the arm.

“My dear Alex…” the doll said to him, “do you not wish to spend the evening with me?”

Alex looked in horror at the doll. It was really alive, and the seductive look in her eyes made him even more uneasy. He broke free of the doll’s grip, and ran for the door, shutting it behind him. He kept telling himself it was all just a dream, and that he would wake up any minute, but he could hear her, running up to the door. He locks it just as the door began shake, the doll trying to open it. A few seconds later, the door stopped shaking, and Alex breathes a sigh of relief.

But then he remembered that there were other exits from the stage. He ran over to where the main entrance was, but just as he was about to close the door, he saw that the doll was sitting in her chair again, as if she had never moved from it. Still shaken from his experience, he locked the door, and went back to his room, trying to get back to sleep, or wake up from his nightmare, whatever the case was. But just as he was drifting back to sleep, he heard the door to his room open. In the back of his mind, he tried to tell himself it was all in his head. It was moments before he had the courage to open his eyes.

There, standing at the foot of his bed was the doll. Her clothing draped on the floor, and her naked body illuminated in the moonlight, with the pendant almost casting an eerie glow. If not for her joints, she would have almost looked like a human girl.

“Alex…”” she said to him, “You have been so kind to me. Now let me show you how much I care for you…”

Alex’s screams drew the attention of his stage hands, who were sleeping in the guest house that night. They were frightened, but the three of them managed to gain the courage to investigate. They ventured into Alex’s room, only to find it a mess. They then heard a sound coming from the stage. When they entered, they found Alex, naked and sitting upon the chair the doll sat in. His eyes were blank, starring off into space. The stage hands began to approach, only to be horrified as the doll walked onto the stage on its own. She looked at them, and gave them a wicked smile, which caused the three stage hands to run screaming from the house. They went to the police, but they did not believe their crazy story, thinking it another publicity stunt. But when the police came to investigate the house, Alex was not to be found. And no one has seen him, or the doll, since.

~END~

''As you may have guessed, that pendent wasn’t any ordinary jewelry. It was full of demonic energy, which brought the doll to life. As for Alex, him never being seen again isn’t entirely true. He’s here in the demon realm with his new wife. She still acts as his assistance in his magic acts, but she’s the one calling the shots now.''

''Not it seems I need to turn things over to the next host. But don’t worry, I’ll return with more stories. And if anyone is interested…. No, now is not the time for another advertisement.''

''Welcome to my laboratory. I am Nichole, a Lich. Please do not mind my assistant, as we were just about to commence another experiment. It will be a bit before the potion I created will take effect, so I suppose I can tell you one of the stories I have heard.''

''So take a seat on the slab over there, and cover up with that sheet if you are chilly. This little tale is called…''

Story idea by lucena1
A young man was looking over his letters one evening, many of them sent from widows and single women he had been corresponding with. All of them rich. This man, named Seth, had been running his own scam racket for a few years now. The plan was always the same, as he would court a rich woman, usually one that not many men would give a second look to, and take her for all she was worth.

His first victim was a woman named Margret, who was left a large estate from her parents. She wasn’t really a looker, but Seth didn’t care. All he wanted was her money. After corresponding with her through the mail, he managed to meet her, and won her over. He then moved in with her, and began taking advantage of her money. When she became suspicious of his actions, he altered her will so he would be the sole benefactor of her estate, and killed her, making it look like she fell down the stairs. After he gained her inheritance, he sold the entire estate for a large sum of money. To this day, no one has ever tied him to the “accident”. But, the money didn’t last, and soon he needed more.

His second victim was a woman named Cornelia, who was almost twice his age, and quite a large woman. It was easy for him to make it look like she slipped and fell in the shower, after altering her will first of course. As before, he sold her estate, and took the money, then started over when the money ran out, this time with a woman named Pauline. She was already ill when he met her, so it was a simple matter of switching her medication, making her death look like it was caused by the illness.

For six years, he kept up his nefarious racket, amassing large sums of money each time. But it never lasted, and he would have to start again. But this time, he was growing tired of it. Not to mention Seth was no fool. He got away with it so many times before, it was only a matter of time before he slipped up and his whole scam would be exposed. Going over all the letters, one caught his eye. An invitation to a party, and a picture of a beautiful woman who was to be the guest of honor. Sure, her skin looked a little pale, but from what was said, she was very interested in seeing him. And with how fancy the party sounded, she must be loaded too. Seth decided that this may be the one, the girl he would settle down with and end his racket, unless it turns out she was not the hot thing he was lead to believe. After all, the picture was two years old.

The party was to be held on Halloween Night, just an hour after the sun set. Seth was unfamiliar with the address, but he was able to find the gate leading to where the party was going to be. But as he drove past the gate, he discovered that he had ended up in a graveyard. He knew he had the right address, but something was not right about this. But he pushed those thoughts aside. After all, this was a Halloween party. He pulled up to a brightly lit mausoleum, and went inside.

As he went in, he noticed that the party was in full swing, and everyone was in costume, all of them as some sort of undead. He felt kind of silly not having one. But it felt off, as all the guests were women, and there wasn’t a man in sight. Some of them were even looking at him strangely. Part of him just wanted to get the hell out of there, but he at least needed to see the guest of honor first before leaving, at least to see what was going on.

Suddenly, there was a hush amongst the crowd. Looking at the end of the mausoleum, coming out of a coffin, was the woman in question, looking just as pale as her picture. She walked over to Seth, and grabs his hand. Seth noticed she felt as cold as ice, and giving him the same lustful look as the others. It then dawned on him that she wasn’t alive, nor was anyone else, and they weren’t in costume either. It was a party for the undead!

He struggled to pull his hand free of her grip, but he can feel his strength fading away. With overwhelming resolve, he managed to free himself from her grip before his strength is taken completely, and ran out the door of the mausoleum. He makes it to his car, and tries to start it, only to find that the engine had died. He looks over to the mausoleum, and sees the woman coming for him. Since the car wasn’t any help as it is, he gets out and makes a run for the graveyard’s gates. As he does, more undead start to come out of their graves, all of them try to grab him and pull him down. He comes close to capture a few time, but he managed to evade capture as the gates come into sight.

He grabbed the gates and tried to open them, but he finds that they were locked tight. He turns around and sees… nothing. The undead that were trying to attack him were gone. He thought to himself that maybe he was seeing things. Maybe he was just thought there were undead. But as he walked away from the gate, he felt something grab him, causing what little strength he had to fade away.

When his sight returns, he sees that he had fallen on the ground, and the woman was on top of him, still looking at him with those lustful eyes.

“Not many men can resist a Wight.” she tells him, “Even after having their energy drained as much as you did. But you cannot escape me now. You will make a grand king for my undead kingdom.”

~END~

''To be honest, using want ads to net a man isn’t a tactic most Wights use, nor do they tend to be so aggressive, but there are a few who deviate from the norm. As for Seth, his wife drags him to the usual undead mixers, but he always seems a little drained. Then again, with her sucking out his spirit energy on a daily basis, who wouldn’t be?''

''And speaking of, my test subject is ready for the “experiment” to begin. I will see you next time. Until then… pleasant screams.''