Her bewitching appearance was impossible to ignore.
She was dressed in a black short skirt dress that barely covered her ass cheeks, with cuts all over the dress revealing glimpses of her red skin.
The dress clung to her curves, highlighting her hourglass figure, and the black fish thighs exposed her toned legs, which ended in black stiletto heels.
Her skin was a rich, deep crimson, contrasting sharply with the black fabric of her dress.
Her shoulder length, wavy hair was jet black, covering her head's right side while the right sides hair were tucked behind her pointy ear adorned with earrings.
Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of violet, glowing with an inner fire that hinted at both passion and power.
Her lips were full and painted a dark shade of black, curling into an amused smirk as she dealt with the group surrounding her.
Her small black horns, elegant and curved, extended from her forehead, and a red succubus tail was sticking out from her dress adding to her otherworldly allure.
She had sharp, defined cheekbones and a jawline that could cut glass.
Her fingers, tipped with black, claw-like nails, traced idle patterns in the air as she gave a deaf ear to the advances of the young men who were practically radiating lust around her while her wings were folded behind her.
As I stood there two mini chibi versions of myself suddenly popped up on my shoulders.
On my right shoulder, there was a tiny, angelic version of me, complete with fluffy wings, a glowing halo, and holding a tiny B*ble.
He looked up at me with a face that radiated pure, judgmental disappointment.
"Don't even think about it, my son,"
Angel Drac intoned, his voice all righteous and booming, which was impressive for a two-inch-tall version of me.
"Control yourself! Show some dignity and respect!"
Meanwhile, on my left shoulder, there appeared a tiny demon version of me, complete with horns, a spiky tail, and a pitchfork. Demon Drac leaned in close, eyebrows waggling, whispering like we were sharing some wicked secret.
"Oh, come on,"
He hissed, giving Angel Drac a scowl.
"You know you wanna tap that juicy a..."
Before he could finish, Angel Drac cut him off.
"Shame! Shame upon you!"
He pointed his tiny Bible at Demon Drac, like he was trying to exorcise him.
"Our mind is a sacred place, not some den of filth!"
Demon Drac rolled his eyes.
"Oh, please. You're so boring, it's no wonder we have trust issues now f*ck off you celibate goody two shoes c*nt"
Without warning, he twirled his pitchfork and hurled it straight at Angel Drac, skewering him right in the chest.
Angel Drac clutched his heart, gasping dramatically as glittery feathers went flying everywhere.
"Ohhh, the agony!"
Angel Drac wheezed, sinking to his knees on my shoulder.
"The corruption… I… am… slain…"
He collapsed in a tiny, overly-dramatic heap, a last little feather drifting down beside him.
Demon Drac gave me a thumbs up, grinning like he'd just won the intergalactic championship. "Alright now that I took care of that pesky flie, go get her, tiger."
With that, he snapped his fingers and vanished in a puff of tiny smoke.
I ran my hand through my hair, feeling both amused and horrified by whatever strange hallucination I'd just witnessed.
"Well, s*it. Here we go again..."
I muttered to myself as I ran my hand through my white hair deciding to give Into my urges not sure what the f*ck just happened, It might be that I was finally loosing It, It could be the d*ugs or this really did happen, eh whatever Its time to hunt.
"Here you are babe I've been looking for you all over the place"
I said so naturally as I sat down next to the succubus babe and wrapped my muscular hand around her shoulder that even her brain froze for a second.
The young men's faces contorted with jealousy and anger.
One of them, the apparent leader, sneered at me.
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
Ignoring him, I turned to the succubus and whispered.
"Just play along."
She blinked, then smiled, catching on quickly.
"I'm with him,"
She said, leaning into me causing her on the larger side br*asts to press against my side, her purple eyes glinting with amusement.
Holy f*ck her milkers are next level.
I thought In my mind because even the bimbo's t*ts from earlier don't even come close to succubus softness and firmness.
The leader's face reddened with rage.
"You think you can just walk in here and take what's mine?"
"She was never yours,"
I said calmly, but the menace in my tone was unmistakable.
"Listen here, you piece of s*it,"
The leader snapped.
"You don't know who you're messing with. My family..."
"Shut you're trap you little s*it, before you even born I was already cracking skulls open with my shovel so I don't give a flying f*ck about your family, your money, and your name."
I interrupted, my voice icy and that did it. The leader lunged at me, his face twisted with rage.
Despite my heavily Intoxicated state, I was ready, a result of years of combat and training engraved deep Into my bone marrow.
As he closed in, I moved swiftly, grabbing his wrist and twisting it painfully.
"Big mistake,"
I growled, as I grabbed the back of his head with my other hand and slammed It into the table with a sickening thud.
Seeing this the other young men hesitated, clearly unsure of what to do.
I looked around, my gaze landing on four Incubus males mixed Inside the dancing to the DJ's beat crowd although dressed in casual clothes, but their seasoned 2 meters tall warrior bodies and constant glances towards the woman told me all I needed to know.
They were her bodyguards I was sure about It with 99 percent certainty.
Yeah, there's no mistaking it. They reek of blood.
I thought.
Although normal people couldn't tell, I could.
"Say, you're not an ordinary woman, right?"
I asked her, watching as her universal translator, evident by one of her earrings glowing with light, translated my words.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. It depends,"
She replied In a sultry voice.
My own universal translator, in the form of one of my black ring earrings, flashed red as it translated her words for me.
"If I cripple all of them, can you smooth things over with my government?"
I asked.
"No problem. I was about to tell my bodyguards to do just that,"
She said, a wicked smile curling her plump lips.
I started chuckling like a psychopath as I stood up, still holding the leader's head. With a quick motion, I slammed his head into the table again, knocking him out cold and leaving bloody teeth on It.
The remaining young men finally decided to act, they rushed at me, but they were no match.
The first one reached me, swinging wildly. I ducked under his punch and delivered a sharp elbow to his ribs, feeling them crack under the impact.
He fell to the ground, gasping for breath.
Another one tried to tackle me, but I sidestepped and brought my knee up into his face, shattering his nose.
Blood sprayed, and he crumpled to the floor, moaning in pain.
Two more came at me together. I grabbed one by the arm and twisted it behind his back, breaking it with a sickening snap.
He screamed, and I shoved him into his friend, sending them both crashing to the ground.
The last one, clearly terrified, tried to back away.
"Please, I didn't want any trouble,"
He stammered.
"Too late for that,"
I said, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him off the ground because my psycho switch had been flipped and before I vented myself out there was no stopping for me.
I punched him in the stomach, He doubled over, gasping for breath.
"Is that all you got?"
I sneered, looking down at the pile of broken bodies around me.
The succubus stood up towering over me because of the added height from her heels her eyes filled with curiosity and a slight trace of lust.
"Well, that was... impressive,"
She said, her tone dripping with approval and seductiveness.
I turned to her, my eyes still blazing with madness.
"Yeah way too easy..."
I said while wiping off the specks of blood from my cheek.
While the woman gestured to her bodyguards, who moved in quickly, taking charge of the situation.
They effortlessly picked up the unconscious and injured young men, moving them out of sight.
"Now, how about a glass of something spicy,"
She said, her smile returning.
As the adrenaline started to wear off, I felt the familiar rush of exhilaration.
I walked back to the bar, where the succubus joined me.
The bartender, who had witnessed the whole scene, quickly poured us both a drink.
"I'm Dracula or Drac for my friends,"
I said, raising my glass.
"Lilith"
Lilith replied, clinking her glass against mine.
We took a sip of our drinks, the fiery liquid warming us from the inside out.
The atmosphere in the club seemed to shift, becoming more relaxed as we settled into our conversation.
"So, Drac, what do you do for a living?"
Lilith asked, her purple eyes twinkling with curiosity.
I chuckled, taking another sip.
"Well, I used to be an army grunt, then panzer granadier, after that a paratrooper then SFO, and after that BOF, as for now I'm about to become a space merc with my battle brothers"
Lilith raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed.
"Well color me surprised, I thought you were a simple soldier, OIST at best but Black ops? Should you be disclosing something like that to me?"
Lilith asked her eyes showing a trace of doubt.
"That was almost 170 years ago before UNOE was even a thing,"
I said while shrugging my shoulders.