Django awoke to the pillowy thighs of Reiko beneath him and the softened stroke of her fair elven fingers through his hair. It would have been as damn near perfection as the young scoundrel had ever experienced, but something was off as if he now knew a truth but had forgotten its name. Raising his hands up to rub his weary eyes, Django shot up as he spotted the ring he had thought safely in his pocket now somehow sat firmly upon his finger.
"When did…" Django began to question before being cut off by the cheerful applause of Reiko beside him. "Congratulations on your awakening, Master Kamadeva!" Reiko beamed almost too innocently, Django unsure what exactly she was talking about as well as how to react to suddenly being addressed by the title of his late and apparently great grandfather.
Even Miss Tracy joined in congratulating whatever it is he had done, both of them suddenly showing the young man an odd amount of respect. Where had all their teasing and joking gone, Django wondered, the two beauties now looking at him with oddly sultry and inviting eyes. His rather rough upbringing had taught him if something looked too good to be true, then it probably was, immediately becoming suspicious of the two and asking them just what exactly they were talking about.
Without skipping a beat, Tracy all too eagerly explains quite possibly too many details for Django to handle. She speaks of angels and demons, demi-humans and all sorts of mystical energies and magics they all possess, some of which has now been awakened within thanks to the ring he now wears. It's a lot, and Django was never too keen on nitty-gritty details, or learning much in general. But some things are made abundantly clear, most importantly that his grandfather was a powerful Incubus, and as his heir, Django had just taken his first step into following that very same legacy.
Being told one is a demon isn't quite so easy to swallow, even if Django could recall being compared to one several times throughout his short life. To him this felt like commitment, some grand dream being forced upon him, shifting to blame as he accused Reiko of forcing the ring upon him. "The ring chooses its own master, just as it did with your grandfather," She assured, taking Django's hand and staring into the gleaming pink jewel-like it was an old friend.
"Maybe you'll be happier once I tell you the perks; being a demon isn't as quite as bad as it's made out to be in those old books," Tracy questions rhetorically, immediately going into another lecture before Django can even take a breath in response. This time there is at least a bit of audience participation, as the driver asks the newfound demon just what he knows of Incubi, Succubi, and their kin. The horny youth's immediate thoughts are sex and seduction, an answer that Tracy confirms to be not too far from the truth.
"You are no longer sustained by mere food and water," Tracy says, her Irish tone becoming low and sultry as she continues, "pleasure is the lifeblood of the Incubi, by any means necessary." As Tracy explains the basics of what Django should expect of his new and demonic form, that worry and blame quickly fades from his mind, the rambunctious youth already scheming ideas of just what was possible with this ring upon his finger.
"Calm yourself, Master," Miss Tracy teases, seeing the look in his eyes through the rearview mirror. "Great power comes with great responsibility, and if these needs are left unattended, they shall prove just as fatal as any mortal vice." The driver spoke with words and accent that Django only roughly understood, but the gist was clear: without sex, without pleasure, an Incubus will starve. Being half one doesn't save him from that.
There was so much to take in, so much to learn, as questions arose within Django faster than he could get them out as words. But just as these two mysterious women opened this door of forbidden knowledge, they just as quickly slammed it shut, the car coming to a sudden halt before a towering high rise. "Here we are, Master!" Reiko exclaimed, looking up at the stack of apartments now under Django's ownership.
As much as Django wanted to know more of what demonic fate had been forced upon him, the sight of his new playpen did briefly avert his attention. Django had never stepped foot in somewhere as classy as this, never mind owned the whole thing, the sleek stone walls and modern design a place he was more used to being thrown out of. Quickly pushed out the car door, Django was thrown a set of keys, which he fumbled with as Reiko closed the door.
Django asked if they were really just leaving him there, with only half the story and no idea, but Miss Tracy only responded with a sly look. "If you want the full story, you'll have to have me over sometime," She tempts, shooting the young man a wink, before bidding him adieu and departing from the curb, leaving Django bittersweet. Turning towards his estate, he still couldn't quite believe all of this was his, the high-rise building seeming to stretch up into impossibility.
Django rarely felt anxious, his brazen cheek always overcoming any worries, but for some reason, this place truly daunted him, never having been the King of any castle before. But with a deep breath, Django took the first step forwards, the unfamiliar clack of his expensive shoes upon the pavement once again reminding him exactly where he was.
Just stepping into the lobby was an experience of its own, Reiko not lying about this being his grandfather's personal abode, with no expense spared from counter to curtain. It was a lot for Django to take in, the majesty and wealth of this place, an aesthetic he would have to grow into, but for now, it only left him lost.
"Your first time here too?" A voice calls out from across the lobby, immediately drawing Django's attention, his eyes widening as he finds its source. Stood with a smirk was a young woman surely a few years older than himself, at that perfect age where confidence finds beauty. A slight sheen of sweat glistened off the bright lights of the surrounding space, fitting her workout attire and still ragged breath.
"I'm Juri, just moved in yesterday," She spoke with an already friendly tone, extending a hand towards him, giving the sharply dressed man before her a less than subtle once over. Django had been approached once or twice by girls back home, but this was by far the most brazen. Was this the feisty New York nature he had heard so much about or were the effects of his demonic soul more potent than he had realized?
Philly girls don't chase men.
Regardless, this was an opportunity Django was absolutely not going to pass upon. If what Tracy said was true, then he would have to find friends and fast, the desires he once held now need. So, with well-practiced charm, Django clasped her hand in his, their eyes parting the sparks that flew between, beginning his new life of sin and seduction...
Or returning to one.