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Raised in a convent and destined for the life of a nun, Anythe’s world shatters on her 18th birthday when she discovers a dark, seductive truth—she’s a succubus, a creature born of sin and desire. Fleeing the only home she’s ever known, Anythe becomes an outcast, hunted by both the holy and the profane.
She has to make some heavy decisions and each one, has a consequence... Good or bad, or both.
And one of these consequences bring her into the hands of an Angel, sent down to kill her and her likes. She's the last one he needs to finish to return to the holy place but he seems to have a terribly hard time finishing the job.
But the closer she grows to him, the harder it becomes to deny the bond forming between them—a bond that could doom them both.

Demons, Angels and Everything In Between

"Yes. You have ten minutes." The commanding voice states before fading away.

"No." Anythe yells but there is no response to her defiant response. "I will not desecrate the body of such a man. No, I will not carry out this assignment."

"Really? You want to defy me?" The voice returns, a tinge of anger in its voice.

"Please, don't make me do such a thing. You asked me to leave here, I will. But please I can do my first assignment anywhere else but please, not here."

"Your begging is of no circumstance to me. Now, go and do as you have been ordered."

"You will do it, whether you like it or not." This time, the voice sounds like it is not just talking to her.

Then its presence leaves and she is left with the other one in her head. "We have to go Anythe. NOW!"

"No. I am not going to." She moves to walk to the bed but her spirit body freezes. "What's happening?"

"We are going to do this whether or not you like."

And without her permission, her body begins to stand up from the bed, and takes off its clothes. As the state she is in, she is able to watch as her own self undresses and all of the mass of body growth underneath. She gasps softly when she sees just how much her body has grown even further within the past hour.

Her breasts are full like a nursing mother's and her nipples are pink, pointed and poised to go for whatever she is going to do. She knows what tainting means but she does not want to admit it just yet, just like she does not want to admit that she is no more the woman she used to be just an hour before.

Stripping down naked, her body stands up straight and she enters into her body but she is still frozen and completely not in control. And she hates this feeling, like a puppet being controlled by an invisible puppeteer.

"If I agree to do it, will you give me free will?"

She feels her control return and sighing, she walks out of her room, careful to not make any single noise.

By the time she walks for two minutes, she stops at the end of the hall signaled to be the male quarters.

"I have never been in this wing before. How am I supposed to find him? Let's just go back."

"If we go back and don't do what we have to do, we will pay for it."

"What will happen?" She asks, still unmoving. Maybe she would rather face some punishment than do this to the man she had such a long time crush on.

"You don't want to know. Let's go. His door is the one glowing underneath."

She looks at the hall's length and true enough, there is a door halfway down that has light glowing underneath it.

As she walks closer, tiptoeing, her guide whispers to her. "You can walk normally, no one can hear you or see you. You own the night, use it."

Anythe pushes open the door to the room and the light fades, leaving his candle that's staring to go out. She uses the small light to be sure that it really is Father Atlas and true enough, he is in his bed, fast asleep in nothing but shorts and a thin, flimsy white woolen singlet.

Anythe walks to the edge of the bed and the candle dies.

But her eyes light up the room with a bright purplish glow.

"What do I have to do?" She asks now, her hands trembling uncontrollably.

He is right there in front of her, asleep and completely unaware of his surroundings. She hopes she does not have to do whatever they are asking her to do.

To Do It with Atlas.