The world was completely different a long time ago. Magic existed, but a very few knew about it. The ones who experienced it, wanted to forget its existence. In ancient Egypt, a shaman changed everything.
Taliban was despised his whole life, as his face got burnt when he was a child. He spent most of his life trying to change his look, when at the age of 32, he succeeded. He performed a ritual based on ancient texts, which released powers and entities, which made him not only beautiful, but irresistible. During the ritual, he opened a gate to another dimension, which eventually got fused with ours, bringing their magic, horrors, demons and magical entities to our world. But this dimension was completely different than what one could imagine. This dimension was filled with sexually overheated creatures.
But these creatures - instead of destroying our world - have settled here, and started feeding on us. Almost all of them.
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ENCYCLOPEDIA: Incubus
The Incubus is a demon in a male form that seeks to have sexual intercourse with sleeping women, sucking energy from them.
A homosexual incubus is not that common, but exists.
A heterosexual incubus's purpose is to inseminate women, to multiply. Homosexual incubuses need male semen to stay alive.
Incubuses are gorgeous male men, constantly adapting their outlooks to their target or general ideals. Every part of their body serves one purpose: to capture their victim.
Incubuses produce special hormones, which attracts every other creature.
Every incubus has its own special attribute/skill, which fits their character.
Read more: Incubus Servant
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Chapter I. - Beginnings
My name is Callum, and I was 24 years old, when it all started. My father died right before I was born. He was a drunk, and he raped my mother. That's how I happened to be. But my mother was a wonderful human being. We spent the first 11 years of my life in happiness. Then the cancer came. Her sister and her family raised me, but I have never had a great relationship with them. They provided everything for me, they loved me as much as they could, and I loved them as much as I could. But they aren't my mother. And I am not their son. They have two children, who were always prioritized over me. I have learnt where my place is in the family, I did more house-work than my step-sisters, I was a worse student, and well... When I realized that I am gay, they were not happy. When I got to the university, and got my first part-time job, they basically abandoned me. Sometimes they spend some money for my birthday, I visit them once or twice a year, but that's it.
I have never been a super social person, I have some friends, but more like study-buddies. I had never been in real love before, but had a few crushes. Of course, I have had a few hookups, even some short-term relationships, but nothing too serious. I was not a whore though, so by few hookups I mean I am not totally inexperienced, but there was room to improve.
So on that specific day, I just finished my shift at the bar. I was a waiter near the university. I had a long night, as there was a birthday party there, and we had to clean up. It was 6AM, and my first class started at 8AM. I took a quick shower at the bar before leaving, then headed to the classroom. I was going to do some reading, and try not to sleep. When I entered the room, they were there. The Landry brothers. I could not believe my eyes how good they looked, especially since a few hours before, they were shit-faced drunk in the pub.
Alpha Landry (yes, that was his real name!) was the oldest. He was tall, extremely muscular, and had very short blond hair. The sharp edges of his face framed a constantly superior look. His name was Alpha, so... makes sense. Every clothes he wore, the way he walked, the way he was sitting radiated that he is above everybody else. Maybe even his brothers.
Chase Landry was the middle one. He was also quite tall, face properly shaved, eyes were warm. He was almost always in a suit of some kind, which made him look even better than he originally was. Which was impossible. His stylish blond hair was shining in the light. His shirt's top two buttons were always unbuttoned, showing off a few blond chest hair and a necklace, which was hidden behind the other buttons.
Hunter Landry was the youngest one and the shortest (even though he was still around average). His boyish face, his somewhat longer blonde hair made every eyes around him to stare. Everything about him shouted style and money: his clothes, his watch, his phone, his bag, everything. A cunning half smile made every man and woman melt away.
Even though they looked completely different, they had around 1 year between each other, and some small things in their looks made it obvious that they were brothers indeed. They were very secretive, nobody knew much about them.
So when I entered the classroom, they were there. They looked at me, but said nothing. I waved at them, but they ignored me, except Hunter. He kept looking at me and I saw something in his eyes. He then turned to his brothers and started whispering. A few minutes later, they looked at me again for a second, stood up, and left the room.
I spent the rest of the day in class, actually managed to get an hour of sleep around lunchtime. But by the end of the day, I was exhausted. I wanted nothing more than to reach my dorm room and sleep through the night. My dorm was like a 20 minute walk from the university. It was one of the cheapest and shitties ones. I was staying in a room with 2 beds, by myself. Yes, it was that bad. It was almost Christmas, so it was very dark by the end of the day. I knew a shortcut, which led me through some smaller streets, near the university, so I could avoid crowded streets. I had never had any problems in that area before, except that day. A few minutes away from my classroom, a guy in a black hoodie stood in front of me.
"Give me your wallet!" He said in a shaky voice, with a knife in his left hand.
"Wait, no! I barely have any money left for this month! Please just let me go!"
"Give me your wallet, NOW!" He took one step towards me.
"Wait, okay!"
I started looking for my wallet in my backpack, when suddenly, somebody shouted:
"HEY! Leave him alone!"
And then it all happened so fast. The guy with the knife, looked back. Two familiar people stood there, but it was too dark, to be sure. The guy shouted something, then started running towards me. He knocked me over, I fell to the ground, and hit my head. A few seconds later two men stood above me. Was it really...? One of them kneeled next to me, and now I was sure. It was Hunter.
"Are you okay?" He asked. He reached out with one of his hands to my face. It felt like he was touching my mouth, but everything went dark.
When I woke up, my head was hurting a bit. I was lying on a couch, in a very warm room. I looked around, and there was a fireplace, with burning fire in it. The room was huge. A giant fluffy carpet was on the ground. The couch was also huge. Books, a giant TV, shelves with strange objects, which looked like ancient artifacts covered most of the walls.
"Finally, we were worried." It was Hunter who was talking. His voice was like an angels. He looked at me with those beautiful eyes, and I was not able to talk.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yes, I think so! My head hurts a bit, but I think I am fine!"
