He must be rich

Grant Park was as dark as it was quiet. One of the only sources of light was a lamp post next to a walkway with a small bench facing Buckingham Fountain. Drayce decided to wait here, spending what time he had left googling succubi on his smart phone. He found nothing useful. All his searches revealed were a few myths -- and a plethora of erotica stories that would make a whore blush.

He looked at his watch: 11:59 p.m. He grew more and more nervous and apprehensive with each passing second. Was he at the right spot? Was she going to show? What if she didn't show? Maybe she had left Chicago already and...

"I'm so glad you came, Drayce!"

Drayce jumped as Fiona appeared on the bench beside him, seemingly out of thin air. "Shit! You scared the hell out of me!"

Fiona smiled wickedly. "Your fear amuses me."

As she stood, Drayce could not help but stare at her perfect behind. She wore the same outfit as the night before: short black cocktail dress, black knee high boots, black sheer stockings, and an unzipped black designer leather jacket. He caught a glimpse of the patch of bare skin just above where her stockings ended. Drayce had no doubt that her standing in such a manner was deliberate.

"Come. Let's go for a walk, shall we?" Fiona smiled.

Drayce rose from the bench. Fiona wrapped her arm around his back and rested her head against his shoulder. Despite knowing how dangerous she was, her touch was comforting, and her sweet perfume was soothing. It had been a long time since he had a woman on his arm. The fact she was a demon didn't make it any less pleasant. They walked the poorly lit path without saying a word.

"So," Fiona said, finally breaking the silence, "have you made a decision about what we discussed last night?"

"How would you be able to help me?" Drayce demanded.

"You just leave that to me. As you already know, I have a unique set of skills you won't find elsewhere. Besides, what do you have to lose?"

"My soul," Drayce quickly retorted.

Fiona laughed. "I already told you, I only consume the corrupt ones. Your soul is pure, which is a very rare quality in today's world."

"I don't understand. Pure?"

Fiona sighed. "Ever heard of the Seven Deadly Sins?"

"Yeah, sure. Wrath, Lust, Greed, Pride, Gluttony, Sloth and Envy."

"Very good!" Fiona declared. "Good to know not all knowledge is lost on you humans. Do you remember committing any of them?"

"No," Drayce replied.

"That is why your soul isn't corrupt. However, that alone isn't enough to make your soul pure. You must also uphold the Seven Holy Virtues."

Drayce looked at her, confused. "Seven Holy Virtues?"

Fiona rolled her eyes again. "It's no wonder there are so many corrupt souls. You humans only focus on what you shouldn't do and not what you should do. Love, Hope, Courage, Justice, Fortitude, Kindness, and Wisdom." Fiona looked as if she swallowed a bug. "Just saying those words makes my stomach churn."

Drayce reflected on what Fiona said for a moment. "You make me sound like some kind of messiah."

"Messiah or not, it would be in your best interest to make sure your soul stays that way. Lest I be tempted to make a meal out of you." She eyed him appraisingly.

"How do I know you won't anyway?"

Fiona stopped. "I'm insulted you would insinuate such a thing! I am a succubus, a demon of lust, not some petty imp seeking to deceive you. I don't deal in lies, only seduction."

It appeared she was not lying. If she wanted him dead he already would be. She certainly possessed the power to do so -- though her potent seduction abilities could be far worse than any lie.

"What do I need to do?" Drayce asked in a very solemn tone.

Fiona smiled and then grabbed Drayce, squeezing him tightly. "That's the spirit! All I need you to do is find corrupt souls for me. That is all. You track down criminals all the time. That's what you do. So, this should be fairly easy for you. Instead of arresting them however, you'll just send them to me."

Drayce became more and more comfortable with the idea as they took their midnight stroll. Rather than having criminals rot in a prison cell, they would rot overnight in sexual bliss. Plus, there would be no need for a jury when she could instantly know everything they had ever done. No matter how he looked at it, justice would be served.

A wiry man suddenly appeared from behind a tree. "That's a fine piece of ass you got there, buddy."

Drayce immediately noticed the gun in the man's hand. He felt a shiver of fear. He had left his revolver in his car. Fuck! Didn't figure he would need it, considering he was there to meet Fiona -- who apparently was immune to bullets.

"Look, we don't want any trouble. What do you want?"

Drayce tried to engage with the man.

A larger man snuck up behind Fiona and grabbed her from behind, his arm around her throat.

"He must be rich," the second man said as he clinched the lovely succubus. "No whore who looks this good comes cheap."

They think Fiona is a prostitute? Come to think of it, she did wear suitably slutty attire, Drayce realized. Nonetheless, they had no idea who or what they were dealing with.

The wiry man pointed his gun at Drayce. "I want your wallet, your coat, and anything else you got!"

Fiona started laughing hysterically. Drayce knew something was about to go down, and it wasn't going to be pretty.

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