Introduction
Written by Katishka (Kat)

~Sins at Midnight~

The sounds of the music below made the hardwood floors vibrate and thump. Katishka, aka Kat, shrugged a robe onto her shoulders, covering her gleamingly pale, naked body but paying no mind to the many blood droplets that adorned her face. Red enough to match her lips the small drops fell down her soft cheeks and down more to her neck. But still she didn't wipe them away or pay any attention. Her gaze was souly for the 3 bodies now hanging from reenforced steal chains up against the far wall of her office space. Originally she had left home thinking that her succubus was well fed for the night. "Well fed" but not sated, a thought that made her battered heart clench and ache still even after all this time.She had thought there would of been enough sexual energy in its bottomless pit of a stomach to get her through the evening at Sins At Midnight, the night club she owned in central Florida. But she had been wrong. The bitching demon had caught her off guard as she was throwing around a temper tantrum at the head bartender who had once again not been checking ID on this 18 and up night at the club. These nights were few and far between, maybe happening once a month if that. But the rules were clear for once though every other night they didn't apply to a place that hosted nights of fun and pleasure to immortals, gods and other beings that remained in secrecy from the human world they walked in. The last thing she had wanted was a confrontation with the Orlando PD, the pig patrol who had a solid reputation for hunting down and robbing clubs of their liquor license just for the hell of it if they wished it. The anger and rage had built up inside her as she had hollered and thrown him into the crystal ceiling piece that hung just above the circular bar in the center of the club. The prisms had shattered to thousands of pieces, barely giving her security team enough time to flash and move the club guests out of harms way. Though they had not been successful at ridding the fear from every ones eyes as they stared at Kat as she stood in the middle of the piles of broken crystal and glass with her bare arms ripped and torn and bleeding from the falling debris. By the time she had ordered her sluts to be brought to her office the marks had closed and healed, but the incident itself had awakened the slumbering demon. Unlike most of her Courtesan sisters, with the exception of Temptress, Kat housed a demon wretch that thrived on rough sex and violence, giving her her current title of Sadist of the Night.

Looking over the three paling humans hung lose limbed from the wall she couldn't resist one last taste, one last lick of all that blood covered skin on the one and only blond in the group. Usually her taste ran to men of dark features but this one had been wanted by her demon after the creature had sensed out his willingness to be completely submissive to any woman who wished to dominate him. Leaning in her small, soft tongue caught a falling crimson drop on the tip and licked up till the line was gone. The body twitched, and the blue depth of his eyes caught hers in a begging plea. By now most would interpret that as a plea to stop, but for these men, it was a plea for more. More pain, more blood, more of her satin feeling hands all over them after punishment had been had. Kat only smiled up at him before her elongated teeth bared and sunk into the temptingly tender flesh of his shoulder, one of very few places she had not tasted or bled in the last hour. The body jerked and the mouth dropped a deep moan and cry, one cuffed hand struggled against its prison to touch her but only failed as it was too tightly bonded. The rich, Delicious taste of human blood filled her veins and stomach first, and eventually found its way to the waiting demon. The wicked creature laughed and took the violent offering with greed, drinking down this young mans life, feeding on it to sate herself as best she could even though it was impossible for her to truly be sated any longer. Kat only tore herself away when the phone on her desk started to ring. She knew that ring tone. Pulling away angrily she picked up the receiver and growled into it. "What the hell do you want, Brylan?"

"You have a visitor down here, asking for you now."

"Didn't I fucking tell you I didn't want to be disturbed unless someone was dying?" she yelled, licking her lips at the same time so not one droplet of blood missed going down her throat

"Ashton asks for you, bitch monster." Brylan said back to her with a growl of warning he knew wouldn't scare her but let her know that he wasn't going to roll over like a good little pussy cat and take her shit.

Kat let some of the anger slide from her voice and face, eying the three hanging people on the wall with pools of blood forming below their dangling feet. Unlike Temptress she hadn't killed them, so Ashton couldn't be coming to see her about that. Curiosity got the better of her and she told Brylan to let Ashton pass through the magically secured upstairs area of the club to get to her office.

Ashton nodded to Brylan as he gave the go-ahead. He walked up the stairs and toward the office door. The scent of blood met his nostrils the closer her got, and he had a pretty good idea what Kat was up to.

She fastened up the buttons on the robe, not really sure why. Ashton had been around her race for so long that seeing any of them nude no longer phased him. But she did it anyway, now instinctively. A year ago she never would of thought twice to do it, for someone had been there with her always and clothing was never necessary. As she felt Ashton's presence near her office door slowly her succubus rose from the depths of her being, penetrating her mind and memories till her head filled with the joyous vision of him, the one who had sated the demon, that had held her close during the day as she slept after a long night of killing daimons and taunting the Greek god of wine that was enemy to all her kind. Thinking hard enough she could still feel the smooth hands touching her, caressing her body to wild excitement and in turn feeding the wretched beast within her of the pleasure that poured from him like sweet honey. He was a walking aphrodisiac, just to look at him was to want him, to feel his body inside hers was the closest thing to heaven she had ever known. Cursing all of the sudden she banished the thoughts, ignoring the scream of the bitch within who unlike her found some type of pleasure in the memories. Kat did not. The emotional unbalance she had been left with forced the woman in her to rebel and seek to forget all that had happened, all that could happen, but most of all it sought it forget him all together.

"He's fucking gone, god damn you," She said with a shake of her head, addressing the demon as a soft knock came at the door.