Bliss stood at a river’s edge. The sky was an empty black, no stars, no anything. The water splashed slightly as it flowed, an eerie ambiance emanating from it. The bunny succubus looked down. Where are my clothes? Why am I standing here butt-naked? Her bare feet pressed into the soft soil at the bank of the river, the moist feel sending a shiver up her spine.

“Where did you come from?!” Bliss jolted back as a figure appeared before her, a figure floating above the river. “Don’t look!” She reached her right arm around her large breasts, trying to hide them as she maneuvered her left hand in an attempt to conceal her crotch.

“I have no interests in your sex organs, succubus.” The figure spoke with a raspy voice, a black cloak concealing said figure. At the entity’s feet, a boat began to materialize. The wooden vessel was rather small, just large enough for two. “It is time.”

“Time for what?” Bliss blinked, still trying to cover up.

“Time to go.”

“To the afterlife? Wait. Am I dead?” Her bunny ears twitched.

“To the other side of the river. I’m the ferryman, and you are dead.” The ominous, cloaked entity extended its right arm, pointing a skeletal finger towards the river’s other side.

“So I am dead.” Bliss slouched forward, dropping her hands, her bunny ears drooping. She straitened up, her gold eyes going to the ferryman. “Was I a good succubus?”

“You didn’t even make it twenty-four hours before dying. What do you think?”

The ferryman has a valid point. Can’t believe I didn’t even make it one day. This so sucks. “I’m ready.” She reached her right hand out.

The ferryman reached out their right hand to meet Bliss’s but stopped short. “I see.” They pulled their hand back and looked up. Under the hood of their cloak, Bliss could just make out a skeletal face. “It seems it is not your time after all. You are being resurrected.” The entity’s boat began to pull away.

***

Bliss’s golden eyes cracked open, the gray, stone ceiling coming into view. She twisted around and sat up, the red, silk blanket falling away from her chest. She sat in a king-sized bed, the mattress plush, the frame wooden. She slipped out of the bed and stood up, the feel of the cold, stone floor on her bare feet not really all that comfortable. Apart from the lack of footwear, she was still clothed, wearing a red halter-top, brown mini-skit, and white panties.

Where am I? She glanced about, taking in the room. The king-sized bed looked fairly high-end, and its pillows were soft and luxurious. A nightstand stood beside the bed, a candle flickering upon it. I’m starting to think light bulbs may not be a thing here. She stepped up to the nightstand and pulled open its drawer. W-What is this?! Her face went bright red at the contents. Just whose room is this anyway?!

[This is your room.]

M-My room?! So that means those things are … She slammed the drawer shut. Well, I guess I’m stocked up if I’m ever … in the need. She sighed and turned her attention to her room’s dresser. Please be normal clothes. Slowly, she opened the dresser’s top drawer. Panties. White ones. Guess this is my panty drawer. She opened the middle drawer. An assortment of tops. Finally, she opened the bottom drawer. Mostly skirts. Nothing weird with the dresser that I can see. That’s good.

Bliss walked to where a vanity set had been set up in her room. A full-length mirror stood beside it as well as a window. I get a window. Nice. She took a seat at the vanity set and pivoted to face the mirror. The hell. My hair is a mess. I guess dying and being brought back could do that to you. She pulled open the vanity’s drawer and started groping around within it. There has to be something in here for that. No way my nightstand has those kind of things but my vanity doesn’t have a comb or something. A brush. This will work. She turned back to the mirror and began brushing her long, silky, light-brown hair. This is kind of relaxing actually.

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Having finished brushing her hair, Bliss set her brush on the vanity’s table and rose to her feet. Her golden eyes went to the window. It looks pretty late. Should I go back to sleep? She grimaced at the thought. I am so not tired though. Maybe a walk in the night or something. Wait. Where are my shoes? She started hunting around her room for her high-heels. Oh. Here they are. She snatched them up from the spot by the door where they had been neatly placed. After slipping the black footwear on, she headed for the window and opened it up. Why bother using a door when you have a window?

***

Why does the night have to be so damn dark? Bliss stumbled around, almost walking into a tree. Maybe I should have brought that candle with me or something.

[Night-Vision skill acquired.]

[Shadow-Step skill acquired.]

[Name: Bliss

Race: Bunny Succubus

Skills:

Soul Absorption: *Censored*

Charm: You are charming and can charm men.

Incubation Ritual: You cannot get pregnant unless you first use Incubation Ritual.

Flight: You have wings and can fly.

Demon King’s Guard: You are stronger in the Demon King’s Castle.

Running in High-Heels: You can run in high-heels.

Night Vision: You can see well in dim lighting.

Shadow Step: You are stealthy in shadows.]

Bliss blinked as the world came into focus around her. Though it was night, the light was such for her that it may as well have been day. That was rather fortuitous. That Night-Vision skill really works well.

Bliss stood in a forest, not to far from the Demon King’s Castle. Overhead, a blood-red moon hung in the sky, casting an ethereal, reddish glow across the scenery. The forest stood mighty with its many trunks jutting up towards the heavens.

So one skill to see better at night, and another skill to be stealthier at night. Feels like someone might be trying to tell me something here. She stepped from side to side for a moment. No real trouble moving. I guess I do feel kind of stealthy.

She pondered what to do next for a moment. Well, I guess I could try my Flight skill out. Flying is supposed to be cool, isn’t it? She spread her wings and just stood there for a while. Then she closed her eyes. Come on. Fly already. I have the skill, don’t I? Finally, her high-heels began to lift off of the grass. In time, she was floating roughly half a foot from the ground. I’m doing it. She fluttered her black, succubi wings and went higher. This is amazing. Flying is great. I’m kind of flying like a drunk hawk though. A sudden gust of wind blew her into a tree’s branches. I think I could use some practice.

Bliss hung from the branches, strewn up by the back of her halter-top. I wonder if this is how a kite feels when it gets stuck in a tree’s branches. She glanced to her chest. Due to the fabric of her halter-top being pulled taut, her boob-flesh was spilling out quite a bit, but at least the more-important bits were still covered up. A moment later, she had slipped free and was hovering once more. Good thing my halter-top didn’t bust. Would not want to be running around topless out here. Another gust of wind picked up. Oh hell! Not again! This time she at least managed to not get hung up. I think that is enough flying for now.

Her high-heels touched down on the lush, soft grass of the forest. Considering that she had been blown around a bit, her long, light-brown hair still looked pretty good. Maybe I should be getting back. I am getting a bit sleepy. She turned to the Demon King’s Castle, her beautiful, golden eyes falling upon it. High overhead, the red moon still glowed, its light shining down upon the landscape. For now, not a single cloud hung in the sky.