Dara walked into the kitchen to find me lost in thought. My husband, a high dark elf who looked like a twelve year-old, despite being thousands of years old due to a certain incident, noticed I was deep in thought. So he broke my thoughts by asking "Is something wrong, Lily?" I snapped back to reality, a litte surprised by his sudden appearance before me. I'm six feet tall and he's probably four, seeing as he stood facing my bosom directly. I sighed and said "Why did we get a kitchen? We don't exactly eat"
My name is Lilith. I'm a succubus. More precisely, the mother of all demons and the right hand man of Beelzebub. I'm married to a dark high elf and we live in the post apocalyptic earth. Together, we always wanted to make our own family, but due to a curse from God, I'm unable to bear children. But that didn't stop us. We have four adopted children. And I think my family is perfect.
"Same reason why there's a nice meadow town for us to live in and the humans aren't being enslaved; because you wanted to experience the everyday human Life", he responded with an exhausted voice. I slapped my own forehead as it all suddenly came back to me. "I walked in here and wondered why we have this", I said, feeling very ridiculous. "You don't eat." "I do occasionally", He said from in front of me. "I don't eat." "You do but occasionally", he said again. "Darling and Carla don't eat." "They also do but occasionally", he added. "I want us to have a family meal like normal people." I sighed. "Eh... Honey. What do you mean normal? We are in a post apocalyptic world. NOTHING IS NORMAL!" He jumped and hit me on the head "Ayyye!" I held my head in a wince. He sighed another exhausted sigh. "We do need to eat though, it's been five hundred and three years since your last meal and seven hundred since mine." I looked at my clothes. "I think I've lost weight." I could feel them lose fitting. "You have", he responded with a very direct blank stare at my bosom while holding his chin and I hit him on the head with the closest frying pan. He winced and held his head. "Whaaat? They were right in front of me and have gotten smaller", he said in a nagging childish voice. "Since I swore off feeding on humans, you'll have to eat so I can eat from you. As for the kids, I don't know if Dullahans can eat or what they eat."
"I do eat", a voice said from behind me. I turned to see Darlington and Carla. "And I eat human meat", Carla said. "Oh right, she's a zombie. Well it's settled then!" I clapped. "We are going to go shopping in the seventh dimension for dragon, nymph and lizardman meat for your dad. Then the grave yard for Carla." I stopped. "Ehh... darling, what do you eat?" He gave a stern face and said "The wings of a black pheonix born from a planet's core!" Everyone in the room went silent with confusion. Then he burst out laughing. "So you are kidding, right?* I asked, not wanting to get whatever it was he just mentioned. "Yeah, I eat normal food." I sighed, heavily relieved. "But how do you... eat? You know... with your neck missing... and your head not connected to your body?" He looked at me confused for a second then said "Oh!" then put his head up on his shoulders, where it floated. He opened the fridge, picked up an apple then took a bite. They watched as the bitten piece fell from under his head and disappeared into the hole where his neck should be. "It's settled." I grabbed then by the wrists and said "Shopping we go!"
Later that night before dinner**
"WOOOWWW! What happened to dad?!He looks five now?!" I glanced over at Dara who was beaming and smiled and said, "I took food from him, he'll be back to normal after dinner."
At dinner**
I heard Carla asking Darlington what succubi eat and what the white stuff I was slurping from my bottle was. "It's cream." I replied with a smile as I pat Dara on the head . while he smiled too, too wide in fact *don't make it obvious*.
my name is Lilith and I have a perfect family.