I awoke to a thud, feeling a familiar weight pressing down on my bare chest. As my eyes slid open, my blurry vision, which cleared as my eyes re-adjusted to the night, gave way to deep-crimson eyes staring into mine. Up and down my chest, I could feel something, something soft, teasing my sensitive skin. I got lost in this feeling, I was drowning in it. I know that this is a bad thing, to be drowning in the feeling of someone such as her... but is it really that bad?

I felt my... my male-exclusive body part pressing up against her, this rush gave me a moment of clarity, allowing me to push her onto her back. This girl was a succubus, her name is Razel Lilin, whom I haven't been able to get away from since birth. Despite knowing her for so long, she still likes teasing me in the middle of the night. In this world of ours, gods and angels, devil kings and demons, spirits and humans, along with mutts, which are the spawn between two or more of these separate beings and tend to be treated the worst, co-exist due to the effects of the Great War, or the Unforeseen Ragnarok. I'm one of those mutts.

Most mutts, that have relations to more than two beings, don't manifest any type of abilities and usually only gain some physical features of their parents, which is the case for me. I'm probably the most disappointing mutt out of them all, as I've basically part everything. Even though I'm normal, even though I have less abilities than a human, Razel still sticks around, and it's sort of... flattering. Yes, even humans have an ability, which is the ability to escape fate.

However, I thought to myself, then made a request to the beautiful, curvy, and dream-like girl that was recovering from how rough I was, "P-please stop doing this every, single, night. It may feel good... but I'm just a normal dude, it's pretty hard for me to resist giving in."

With an odd look in her eye, one seemingly filled with desire, she swayed upright, stretched across the bed to lick my neck, then whispered in my ear, "I'm sorry, pale boys with cute lil' horns really just... mmm."

She stood up, then began to make her way out of the room. Only then did I notice she wasn't wearing anything, as usual. After noticing this, I observed her form closely in the moonlight, as she made her way to the door, taking in her beautiful and silky crimson hair, along with her hour-glass figure. As the door closed, I laid back into my bed, thinking of Razel, despite my best efforts to get her out of my room and my thoughts.

I opened my eyes, yet again, but this time they were met with abnormally golden morning light, possibly a sign for what will happen to me in the following days. I slid off of my bed, took a glance at the clock, then began to make my way to my dresser. The dresser let out a familiar creak as I pulled it open, then assorted some clothing to get changed into, my clothing of choice being a simple white button-up shirt with a black tie and pants. Oh, I almost forgot. I pushed the dresser drawer in, then grabbed the sun-gold stop-watch from on top of the dresser, a gift from... I'm honestly not sure who, I've always had it.

I looked at the standing mirror, which was next to the dresser, making not of how my horns have grown yet again. Their dark coloring, sharply defining themselves against the paleness of my skin, acted as a physical reminder of how disappointing my very existence was. Great, starting off the day as depressing as always, I thought to myself, my words laced with self deprecation. I gently rubbed my face, as if I was trying to rub out the anxieties that kept gnawing at me. I stood there for another moment, taking one last look at myself in the mirror, then walked over to the door.

With my clothes in hand, I turned the door knob, stepping out into the hallway. Razel's room, as she declared it to be the day I moved into the relatively large apartment, was directly next to mine, with the bathroom being right across from her room. I opened the bathroom door, then closed it behind me, making sure that she wouldn't be tempted to enter while I was showering. I'm not going to let her pounce on me... not again.

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The sound of rushing water faded as I turned off the water, which let me hear the sink running in the kitchen, letting me know Razel was awake. I made quick work of drying myself and putting on my clothes, then I made my way to the kitchen. By the time I made it to the kitchen, rather than the sound of rushing water, I heard the pleasant sizzling emanating from the stove and I could smell the appetizing smell of a hardy serving of bacon and eggs.

Taking in the smell, again, I thanked Razel, "Thanks Raz, you know you don't have to do this everyday, but I definitely love everything you make."

She looked up from her work, paused a moment with her back facing me, then teased, "Is my cooking the only thing you should be complimenting me on?"

What, I asked myself, letting my sight linger down the expanses of her body. Upon closer inspection, you could see the supple curve of her butt while a lacy strap of her apron covered the upper half of it, but her back was still mostly exposed. She turned around, facing me now, and I got a glimpse of something I may never forget. The upper half of her apron had stars cut out, which allowed her nipples to poke out.

While spinning around to avoid gazing at her any longer, I managed to use my shaking voice to blurt out a few words, "I-I-I real-l-ly wish you'd s-stop doing this kind of... stuff!"

Giggling, she turned back to her work, while I made my way to the living room to bury my face in a pillow until she was done.