Authors note: Its the weekend! hurrah! more writing for everybody! i'll be writing another chapter of The Feline Faction, and probably start another fiction.

Step Three

her mother had always taught her stuff. somethings came in handy really early in life, and some she hadn't found any use for yet. nine years ago was the earliest she could remember.

"okay honey, all you have to do is put your left hand here, you right hand here, and tilt your head, jut this out a little more, and, there! your a natural, my daughter."

"he he, of course i am! but, i'll never be as good as you."

"nonsense! i tell you, in ten years you'll be twice as good as me! just you wait."

"okay, but when is dad going to teach me stuff?"

at that point in time, she remembered her dad walking in, a thoughtful look on his face. he was well over two meters tall,, and his shoulders were broad enough that he had to turn sideways to get through most doors. he had muscles like a body builder, but they didn't look out of place. for him, his natural state seemed to be a walking fortress, and she had never seen him trip, or lose his balance, which only led credence to her thoughts.

"hey, dear, i was thin- OH MY UNDEAD GOD, WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU TEACHING OUR DAUGHTER?!"

"now now dear, you shouldn't yell in front of her. she has a very delicate mind, and she needs you to be strong for her, not a yelling lunatic."

he took a moment, trying to calm himself, and tried again. "sandra, what in the devils name are you teaching to our four year old daughter. depending on your answer, i may be forced to lock you in a tower until such a time as you promise not to do it again."

"oh, come on! i was only teaching her how to seduce, it's not like i did anything bad! a girl needs to now these kinds of things."

"YOUR TEACHING A FOUR YEAR OLD HOW TO SEDUCE? WHERE THE HELL DID YOU LEARN YOUR PARENTING FROM?!

"from my patents."

"oh. i guess that makes sense. but why do you think our daughter needs the same kind?"

"well, she's already showing signs of her giant strength, and even though she's short she might even be stronger than me. and thats at four years! imagine what she would be like in ten! in fifteen! i can't afford to waste time. i want the best for my daughter, and i'm going to teach her everything she has to know so that she can do anything she wants!"

"*sigh* i guess that means i can't lock you in the tower."

"even if you did, a brave hero would undoubtedly come and rescue me, and we would fall in love."

"humph. if any hero fall for you, it won't be of any choice of his own. hell, i don't even know why i fell for you."

"it's because your crazy. no regular person would ever love a succubus of their own free will. but you did. and i did the same."

at this point they started making strange noises and quickly moved out of the room, and locked the door. "i wonder if the things mommy taught me will work on daddy? after all, she said that i should do it if i want a guy to like me."

the next memory i could remember, is when i was nine.

"okay, you take the rats blood and you put it in this skull."

she had continued teaching me all kinds of things throughout my childhood, but today was different.

"then, you take a drop of your own blood and you draw this picture on the front, like this."

"mommy, why do i use my own blood?"

"if you use the rats own blood, then when it dies the skull will shatter, and if you bind any other rats to it then when those come back to life they will be a mindless puppet whose only purpose is to guard the skull, since if you want to bind anything to you and still have it retain it's soul, you need to be immensely stronger than it. think of it like this. power is a weight, the more powerful the soul, the harder it is to bring them back from the afterlife. that is why i can't just use this on your father to forever bind him to me. they say that power attracts power, and in this case it's more like, 'power drags a much weaker power from hell.' if you use it on something that isn't at least one-two hundred times as weak as you, only the body will come back, and while this is okay, it will be much weaker than if you simply used necromancy on it.

"now, this next part is crucial. if blood is taken from someone, then they will become mindless puppets that will listen to anything you say. it will be as if they are as strong as you or stronger, and since the soul didn't consent to come back from hell, only the body will be bound to you. if the blood is freely given, then they will retain intelligence, and they will only be encouraged to listen to what you say, not forced."

"mommy, why do i need to learn how to bind souls to me?"

"the adventurers have been getting stronger as of late, and the time may come when you will need to defend yourself when me or dad can't. when this happens, you can bind others to you and they will help you. i also want you to practice your fire magic. so-"

my dad rushed up the stairs, and i had never seen him so out of breath before.

"sandra, they're here. take her to the nearest town and keep her safe."

"but, dear, if i help we can-"

"they're too powerful. i will buy enough time for you to erase your existence from this place, and get out of here."

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mommy was crying. "b-but you can't lose, your more powerful than me!"

he smiled that smile that i had only seen once before, that made me think that dad wanted to cry too. "power isn't every thing. i will be defeated. so take our daughter and go! she is the only thing in this world as important to me as you."

she looked madder than i had ever seen, and i wouldn't be surprised if dad melted just from that look.

"you bastard... you wonderful bastard... fine! but you better give them hell, or i will personally drag you back from there to give you a beating!"

"i will do that." then he turned to me, and told me the last words that i would ever hear from him. "Cellex, i have never done what a father should have done, and been there for you whenever you needed it, but you have loved me just the same. stay safe, find yourself something that you love, and always, always, remember, that there is hope for every person. no one is bad simply because of the body they were born with. i don't need to tell you to make me proud. you have made me the most prideful father this world has ever known. now go!"

he said as he shoved us in the direction of the window, and my mother unfurled bat wings, and flew off. she never looked back at the fortress that was shaking from magic spells and explosions. but she cried all the same.

a couple weeks later, mother went off to see if she could learn anything, and she never returned. in the main room of the inn we were staying at, i heard about the lord and his nights finding a succubus in a tavern, and killing her. one of the witnesses say that he could vaguely remember her from somewhere, and told the lord to go look for a short girl.

after hearing this, i left. and did as my father told me, and tried to find something that i loved. i tried not to hate all adventurers and people, just because their kind had killed my parents and taken everything from me, but i'm afraid that i sometimes lost my temper, and lashed out. the first time i killed someone was when i was ten. he was making fun of giants by dancing around with a stupid look on his face, trying to smash the furniture. i shoved pieces of furniture into every inch of his body i could see, and after ward there was nothing left but chunks of something on all of the furniture.

i made a promise with myself. i would never hate a human for being human. but being an adventurer was a job, something you chose. i would massacre them, and i would love doing it. the only problem was that adventurers only came after monsters, and me, being a short and very cute looking young girl, didn't quite strike them as monstrous. so, i tried one thing after another, robbery, banditry, and all kinds of things. and now, i had finally found something that would make adventurers come to me. i smiled, not that sad smile, not that happy smile, but a bloodthirsty one. it was at this point that the goblin who had delivered the news of adventurers coming wet himself.

"well, why don't we greet them?"

i came out of the cave, and there was two adventurers. an ugly looking old archer, and a priestly woman. when they saw me surrounded by goblins, they immediately tried to call out to me.

"little girl! are those goblins keeping you hostage?"

"no. i am the overlord Cellex. and your life's are forfeit."

i walked up to the women, and bitch slapped her, but i used too much strength, and her head flew off. i grunted in anger. i had wanted to have more fun killing her. i then turned to the man, and decided something.

if i just killed all the adventurers who came, i would never get the really strong ones. so, i would let him live.

but only barely.

"hello there mister, how are you?" i said in my cutest voice, my clothing slowly going red from the woman's neck blood.

"wh-what are you?" he looked very afraid.

"your worst nightmare." i said with a cute and innocent smile.

then i ripped his arms off, and used fire magic to cauterize the wounds, so he didn't bleed to death.

"now, what should i do with you?"

Authors note: those who have a weak stomach should not read the next paragraph. i was feeling like i needed to up the gore, but i think that this was a few hundred notches too much.

i dropped one arm, and ripped the other one into small pieces, then i ordered the goblins to hold him down, and i fed the pieces to him. at first he resisted, but when i stepped on one of the things in his pants, and threatened to do so again, he cried pathetically while chewing. once he had eaten the whole thing, throwing up after every bite, i thought about what to do next. i could feed him the other arm, but that was getting old. so, i turned him around and shoved the other arm as far up his anus as i could, then i used fire magic to fuse the skin of his ass to the arm, so that where the arm stopped his buttocks began. then i put him on his horse and wrote out a quick message with the woman's blood on the side of it, and sent him back to the village.

Authors note: okay, it's safe to read now.

she smiled, and said words that made a couple of the other goblins wet themselves.

"now i will get the chance to do the same to as many adventurers as i want."

end of step three.