The Naphil's Kiss
“Adjoining the kitchen, the massive space doubled as a meeting hall and auditorium. Every surface was white from the cinder block walls to the laminate floor, even the tile ceiling. A row of narrow windows near that ceiling admitted pale winter sunlight.
The room was full of milling clerics, Nephilim, and children, just like any other day, apart from an excited buzz which hummed just below the surface.
Mr. Smith stared blearily into a cup of coffee as the newlyweds slipped onto the bench across ...the table. Lucien set down a tray laden with a huge breakfast. Sarahi carried a glass of juice and a muffin. Mr. Smith glanced up from his drink and eyed the succubus.
“I didn't think you needed that,” he said, indicating the food.
“I don't need it,” she replied. “But I can eat if I want to. It's easier for people if I do now and again. Helps them forget.” She smiled and laid her head on Lucien's shoulder. He squeezed her gently and then tucked into his food without a word.
“Mr. Smith,”MoreLess
The room was full of milling clerics, Nephilim, and children, just like any other day, apart from an excited buzz which hummed just below the surface.
Mr. Smith stared blearily into a cup of coffee as the newlyweds slipped onto the bench across ...the table. Lucien set down a tray laden with a huge breakfast. Sarahi carried a glass of juice and a muffin. Mr. Smith glanced up from his drink and eyed the succubus.
“I didn't think you needed that,” he said, indicating the food.
“I don't need it,” she replied. “But I can eat if I want to. It's easier for people if I do now and again. Helps them forget.” She smiled and laid her head on Lucien's shoulder. He squeezed her gently and then tucked into his food without a word.
“Mr. Smith,”MoreLess
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