Mike parked the truck and hurried to the back door. Sissy was lying across the back seat, wings draped to the floor board.

"Sissy," he whispered, "Sissy, we're home. I'm going to carry you upstairs but I need you to turn human for a little bit."

"I'm trying Mike," she said weakly, "I've been trying. I'm sorry, but I don't think I can." Then with an exhale, she passed out.

Mike's blood ran cold, she was getting worse. Time was up and he feared he was going to lose her. Mike reached behind the seat for the moving blanket he kept there. He carefully folded her wings around her body and wrapped her up in the blanket. Mike lifted her in his arms and carried her to the elevator in the parking structure. The doors opened just before he arrived, and out stepped Mrs. Milton, from the 12th floor. Mike smiled nervously and nodded as he passed her. "She overdid it a little tonight it seems. Even fell in the fountain on fourth street." He lifted up the blanket clad girl for emphasis.

She nodded and smiled back but afterward seemed to stare at one end of the blanket. Mike looked over to see the blanket had fallen off Sissy's feet. Silver hooves and red fur were visible poking out the end.

"Oh," said Mike, and put on a big smile, "awesome boots, right? If you want I can ask where she got them for you when she wakes up," just as the elevator closed.

Mike sighed with relief as the elevator began to rise.

"I was born with them," came a muffled voice from the blanket. Mike looked down to see a red eye peeking out from the folds, then it winked at him.

He tugged with the arm under her back and the material fell away from her face. Her eyelids looked heavy and half closed, but she smiled up at him. He lifted her up and tenderly kissed her lips, then rested his forehead against her horns. "Great, now your neighbors are going to think I'm a lush." She teased weakly.

When they entered the penthouse, he placed her carefully on the couch. "Do you need a drink? Or some trash TV?" He asked with a smile.

She shook her head lightly and touched his arm. "I just want to spend all of my last moments with you before I'm gone."

"I won't let you go," he said, "helping people is what I do. It's what I've always done." Tears were beginning to form on his cheeks, "I couldn't save my mom. Sissy, I won't lose you."

"Mike, I…" Sissy cried out in pain and once more began to stutter in and out of existence.

"No, no, no, no, no," Mike picked her back up into his arms. To him she felt like that buzzing when your arm falls asleep. But all over and he didn't have the feeling as much as she was the feeling. "Please. Please Sissy, stay with me. Please Cissera, don't go." He whispered. While she was in this state, rapidly switching between being here and not, she seemed to weigh almost nothing. But soon the stutter slowed, her weight increased and with a sigh she passed out once again. But she was still here. Mike breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down with her cradled in his lap.

Sissy awoke, unsure of what time had passed. She was on Mike's lap, but his attention was on the smartphone in his hand. His brow was furled and he scrolled furiously with his thumb. She reached up a hand and touched his cheek.

"Hey," Sissy said softly, looking up at him with a weak, dreamy expression.

"Hey," he responded, quickly putting down the phone and running his fingers through her hair. "You're awake. You had two more instances while you were out."

She nodded, "they will accelerate rapidly from this point until I can't fight them. What were you doing?"

"Digging online for anything on demonology, succubi, and trans-dimensionalism. I think I spent about six hundred dollars on books and most were either new age mysticism bullshit, or academically too general, and taking in what you've told me, completely wrong."

Sissy could not hold back a weak laugh, "Mike, you are not going to find real mystic texts online. The Order hoards them all."

"The Order?" Mike asked.

"The Arcanum Order," Sissy continued, "a coalition of magic wielders that hold a kind of self appointed place in this world as the law."

"Wait, so not only are demons real, but wizards too?" Said Mike, "and these wizards have books that actually might help?"

"Mike no." She said, "they're actively trying to send things like me back. Mike, they are never going to help me."

"But if they know how to save you," he said, his voice cracking, "I have to try to get that out of them."

She pulled his face down to her and kissed him, "I love you you big dummy, but what happened at Danfield's was one of their nephilim hunters. She nearly killed me then. You'll never get close to one of them."

"So nephilim," questioned Mike, "like half angels?"

"You already know what succubi and nephilim are. How is that, Mike?" She asked as she eyed him sideways.

Mike looked a little sheepish, "I… may have played D&D."

Sissy laughed, "oh! So you were a geek, Mike." After she controlled her outburst she added, "they surprisingly get a lot of stuff right. Talk about dedication to research. You'd probably get more out of your Monster Manuals than that crap online."

"Hey, it's a fun game." Mike said, his ego sufficiently bruised.

"As much fun as what we did last night?" She managed to purr the question suggestively, even in her weakened state.

"I can't truthfully say that anything in my life was ever better than what we did last night." Mike held her close, once again touching his head to her two horns.

After several minutes of just holding each other, she said softly, "you need to just let me go, Mike." She looked up into his eyes, trying to summon the strength to convince him to do something she didn't really want to do herself. "It hurts too much, I can't take it. The next time it happens just let it take me."

"No," he said, "Sissy, I don't want to go on without you.

"Mike, please." She pleaded, "I don't want to lose you either but, this… us, it's just not possible." She began tearing up once again, "you will move on without me with some sweet, real girl and," she shook with sobs, her voice breaking, "And I can only hope a few hundred years of torture can make me forget how much I love you Mike."

"Sissy, I don't think I can." He began, tears leaking from his eyes, "No one will ever have my heart like you do. I don't want just some nice girl. I want you, you are everything I never knew I wanted."

Sissy gave a sharp intake of breath, "Mike it's starting again, just let me go. Please."

Mike closed his eyes as she began to once more stutter into non-existence. He squeezed his eyes shut and held her tightly to him, until he could not stand it anymore and whispered, "stay with me Cissera, don't go."

Sissy, who had been trying to relax and let herself slip away from this world, gave a cry of pain as she was suddenly fighting again to remain in it.

"Damn it Mike!" She said, weeping, as the incident finally wound to an end "You can't keep using my true name just to keep me here. It won't last."

"I'm so sorry Sissy," he apologized softly, "I tried. I tried to just let go, but I just couldn't bear it. I'm sorry."

"It's ok, Mike," she said, running her hand down his cheek. "I'm afraid to let go too." She kissed him, and then laid her head on his chest. "Actually, now I could use that drink." She smiled up at him.

"As you wish," he quipped, as he stood and laid her back on the couch.

He was making his way to the kitchen area when the front door burst in. A tall red haired woman strode into the apartment in a trench coat over black tactical gear. She pulled out a huge handgun and leveled it at Sissy.

Mike ran back to the main area and positioned himself behind the couch between Sissy and the woman. "No, don't, please! Just leave her alone!"

"Sir, please get out of the way. You don’t know what you are dealing with." She said calmly and flatly.

"Yes I do." Said Mike now matching her calm as well. "I know exactly what she is and I don't care."

"Mike, please be careful," Sissy said before pulling herself up on the back of the couch to face the nephilim. "Please don't hurt him, I'm right here, just leave him alone."

Mike moved to keep himself between both women. "She isn't a threat, she hasn't fed in too long, and she's getting pushed out already."

"Mike, is it?" The tall woman began, "she's just using you, Mike. She'll steal your soul the first chance she gets. It's what they do, especially if she is on the verge of being starved out already."

"No, she won't!" He stated firmly, "I know because… I already offered my soul to her, willingly. She won't take it."

"Then she's not really starved out." The woman said matter-of-factly, "and this is a trick of some kind."

"Mike, let her." Sissy said, suddenly.

"Sissy, what are you saying?" Mike replied, her statement garnering shock from both of the other people in the room. He took hold of her to steady her on the couch.

"Mike, it will be quicker, and it will hurt less." Sissy pleaded with tears in her eyes.

"Mike, I've only been sent back once in my time here, it has never hurt this much, please Mike, let her kill…" Sissy screamed suddenly and Mike felt her wrenched from his hands. She flew across the coffee table and seemed to land against something in mid-air. Like a wall that Mike couldn't see. All around her it seemed like the very air was tearing in dozens of spots like cat scratches on a couch, and a sickly red light poured forth from the holes. Everywhere Sissy touched the openings, sparks like when a hot wire touches metal shot out around her. And Sissy screamed louder than he had ever heard her, "Mike! Please! Let her kill me, please!"

"Sissy!" Mike screamed back, trying to reach her. He tried to get to her, to pull her down, but attempting to get close to her, to the sparks or the red rips was like trying to approach an open furnace.

The woman was visibly in shock, she holstered her gun and lifted her hand to feel the heat radiate from the fissures. And the demon, she didn't take his soul, even when freely offered and she was begging to be killed, to protect this guy, it seemed?

"Mike, right?" She asked, as she turned his head, "my name is Lucy. I believe you Mike. This is obviously no trick. Now, I've only seen one Succubus starved out, and she just faded away eventually. It was nothing like this. This is big. This is beyond me. I'm going to have to call in backup, but It's someone I know we can trust, please try not to worry." Mike nodded and she stepped away. A scorching wind had begun to blow out of the tears in the air and Lucy stepped into the hall to hear.

Mike looked at Sissy, her eyes were closed and tears ran down her cheeks, but those were near immediately boiled away by the hot wind from the rips, and still she just mouthed the word, 'please' over and over again as the force held her upright against the slashes in the air.

"That's right, I'm out of my depth here," Lucy spoke into the phone, "but it's bad. I need your help Alex."

Minutes later, after Lucy had gone back in the room and talked with Mike, another rip formed in mid-air across the room. Mike could see into this one what looked like rows of shelves lined with books, like a library. Two people stepped through before it closed behind them. The first was a man that looked barely drinking age, an inch or two shorter than Mike, in blue and gold robes, wire rimmed glasses and a book in his hands. The other was a small girl in a frilly white dress. She only came up to the other man's chest, her skin and hair were china doll white and her eyes were clear blue like gemstones.

"Mike this is my brother Alex," started Lucy over the roar of the wind, "and this is Sweety, his familiar and my adorable little sister-in-law. Alex, Sweety, this is Mike. And that," she indicated the succubus in the middle of the disturbance that you could not possibly miss in the center of the room, "is Sissy."

Alex examined what was happening, he had to put one hand up in front of him to dampen the glare from all the different light sources. "Our world is trying to push her out, but I've never seen an incursion give it so much trouble." Alex also had to shout over the wind. "For some reason it seems hell is pushing back, trying to keep her from entering, and that strain between her world and our world is tearing the fabric of the universe. It's a cascading cross rift of a magnitude I've never seen. Lucy, this is bad."

Mike noticed that the little doll-like girl had let go of Alex's hand and began to walk toward Sissy.

Alex however, was busy looking at his sister, "if she doesn't leave this world it could irreparably damage the veil between the worlds. I'm sorry Lucy, but we may have to just kill her to protect the fabric of reality."

"What!" Screamed Mike, overhearing the plan to kill Sissy. He turned his attention back to Alex. "If hell is keeping her out, and you kill her, where does she go?"

Alex looked down, avoiding looking Mike in the eye, "if our world keeps expelling her and hell won't accept her back, then she will be pushed between the worlds and be cast off into oblivion. She'll just cease to exist Mike."

"No!" Screamed Mike, "you are not going to make the woman I love cease to exist!"

"Yes!" The shout turned out to be from Sissy herself. "Mike, if the tear gets worse, you'll definitely be hurt. Let Lucy kill me. It's ok." As Sissy continued to scream in pain as she thrashed against the tear.

"Alex!" Came the almost inaudible cry over the howling wind.

"You had better fix this magic man, I refuse to lose her." Mike pointed to Sissy, and noticed the little lady had stepped up on the coffee table. Her hair and dress were rippling in the fierce wind but she was seemingly oblivious to the scorching heat. She was attempting to put her hand on the lower part of Sissy's stomach.

Alex and Lucy had turned away to have a heated discussion, and it was apparent Lucy wasn't keen on killing Sissy either.

"Alex!" Came the muted cry again.

"Um, dude," said Mike as he put a hand on Alex's shoulder, "I think your…wife? Wants your attention."

Alex immediately looked and saw where his familiar had gotten to.

"Sweety!" Alex shouted, then made some complex movements with his fingers. A glowing orange latticework disk popped up over the rips behind Sissy. The wind and sparks died away and the heat was mostly blocked. "What is it? What's wrong?" He asked, as he ran up to her.

"My love, I can feel her spark." Said Sweety, as Mike took this opportunity to run up to Sissy and hold her hands.

"How?" asked Alex. "Demons don't have a divine spark."

Sweety looked over at Mike, who was up on his tiptoes trying to kiss Sissy. "His love. It has begun to reignite her spark. It is small and weak, like a pinpoint really. But I can sense it."

Mike listened to the babydoll voice of Alex's wife, trying to follow what she was inferring. "What does that mean?"

"You gave your love to her and she accepted it. And that began to rekindle her divine spark. It is where angels, like me, create love from, and how arcanists, like my Alex make magic." Explained Sweety.

"You did do this to me," laughed Sissy, further aggravating the pain she was in, "I was right."

"It's why hell won't let her through, even though this world won't let her stay." Alex explained further. "She can't stay here because she doesn't possess a soul, she can't go to hell because she has her spark again, and she can't go to heaven because, well, she is still a demon. Sissy seems to be an anomaly, a paradox the universe cannot seem to reconcile."

"Then you have to help her, please. I'll do anything. I offered her my soul but she refuses to take it." Said Mike, burying his face in her hands.

"No Mike," Sissy cried, both tears of pain and sorrow, "I keep telling you I won't take it, I won't do that to you."

"Sissy we have to do something," Mike pleaded, shedding more than a tear or two himself.

Alex noticed Sweety staring at him, eyes wide and she kept raising her thin and white little eyebrows at him. It was the look she gave him when she was ahead of the point and waiting for Alex to catch up.

"She has a spark!" Alex shouted finally. "Mike, you were willing to give up your soul for her, are you still willing to go that far?'

"No, I'll not take it," objected Sissy once more, her voice fading as she weakened.

"No Sissy," he'll not lose it," smiled Alex, "I am going to bind your spark to it. Mike will be your anchor in this world, as I am Sweety's." He turned to Mike, "Are you ready to have a succubus bound to your soul for all eternity?"

Mike smiled up at Sissy, "if it will save her, absolutely."

Alex grabbed a scrap of paper and began to write, "Luce, I need you to find these ingredients," Alex tore off the paper that contained the ingredients. It was the spell he will never forget, that gave him the greatest love he had ever known. He handed it to Lucy. The nephilim nodded and raced off to the elevator. "Mike, I need some things from you. Sweety will take care of Sissy."

Mike reluctantly left the succubus's side and went to Alex, as Alex looked to Sweety, "Sweety, can you help her pain?"

"I will try, my love." She smiled at him and with a nod stepped up to Sissy.

Alex looked at Mike, "I need you to find two things, two things you have a genuine attachment to. A tie that binds, something in the order of a cord or string-like object that means something to you on an emotional level. And something to serve as windows to a soul, also with a personal connection to you. Think about it while Lucy gets her list. Have what you need by the time she gets back."

"I think I already know what I need for both objects." Said Mike confidently.

Sweety placed her hands on Sissy's belly just below where her navel would be, if she had one, "we were sisters once," Sweety began as her aquamarine eyes began to glow, followed by a white light in her palms, "what you were before you became what you are, I was before becoming Alex's familiar. But I think you will like being bound to Mike, this is the best existence I can imagine, we live in their love and it fills and sustains us." Sissy could feel a warm sensation spread through her body to mute some pains and chase other pains away. The warmth particularly concentrated where Sweety's hands were, but deep inside, in the place a mortal woman would have a womb.

"What is that I feel below your hands?" Sissy asked.

"That is your divine spark. It is reacting to mine right now." Replied Sweety, "if you can feel it, then that is a good sign. It shows that the love Mike has given you is strong."

"That's where this… spark is?" Asked Sissy, confused as to how this could be a coincidence.

"Where else would you think love is created?" Replied the little angel girl. "Love and life are linked on a cosmic level. That is why this placement corresponds between humans and angels."

Sweety looked behind Sissy, the rips were getting bigger. "Alex the rift is degrading more."

Lucy ran into the apartment just then. "Got all of it," as she set down a bag, out of breath.

Alex finished the markings on the floor and began removing the items from the bag. As he set about preparing them, Sweety looked up into Sissy's eyes. "You said you could feel your spark, I need you to put your hands on either side of it." Sissy did as she instructed. "Now focus on drawing it out into your hands."

"What?" Said Sissy, "no! I don't want to remove it if it's Mike's love! I don't want to stop loving him! Or have him lose his love for me!"

"You won't lose anything, sister." Smiled Sweety, "But you need to bind it to Mike's soul."

Sissy focused on the warm light deep inside her, and slowly a pinpoint of light passed out of her belly and hovered between her hands. Two arcs of light poured off the point, like the plasma in those novelty balls you touch and get lightning. These two lights flowed off her spark and into the bowl below. "Am I losing it?" She cried.

"No sister, this is normal," Sweety reassured her.

Alex finished the ingredients and lit the bowl. He looked at Mike, "a tie to bind!"

Mike stepped up to Sissy and removed the silver necklace that she hadn't taken off since he gave it to her.

"Mike! That was your mother's." Sissy argued.

"Yes," said Mike as he touched her cheek, "and now it will bind us together forever. I think that mom would approve." He placed the necklace in the burning bowl. "Besides, I can always buy you a new one."

"Windows for a soul." Said Alex next.

Mike removed his glasses, and dropped them in the bowl.

"Not your dorky glasses." Said Sissy, "I liked those on you."

"I can get more glasses, Sissy. As long as I can see you, I'm happy." Mike responded in a slightly annoyed tone at the continuing complaints.

"A name to command with." Continued Alex, "speak her name into the bowl. Her real name, Mike."

Mike bent down to the burning bowl and whispered into the smoke, "Cissera."

"And a drop of blood from the summoner."

Said Alex as he pulled a dagger out of his robes and took Mike's left hand, "Brace yourself, Mike."

"Oh, my blood? I thought you were the summoner." Said Mike.

Alex pushed the tip of the dagger into the ring finger of Mike's left hand, "we're not binding her to me, Mike."

Mike clenched his jaw as Alex squeezed a drop of blood into the bowl. As the smoke poured out from the bowl, Alex noticed the smell was different, even though he used the same ingredients for the spell. Sweety's smoke had been sweet and flowery, a smell she still emanated naturally to this day. This time the smell was like cedar wood and sulfur, kind of like a struck match. It seemed each smell was unique to the familiar.

Sissy began to worry, what would this do to her? Would she end up a sweet and compliant little pet, like Sweety seemed to be to Alex? Would she lose herself in this bond to Mike? She loved Mike, she couldn't deny it, but would she just end up some plaything for him just to remain here? And still, at the same time, she wondered if it might be worth it to her if she got to stay with him forever?

The bowl continued to billow, and in the smoke, the arcs of light moved up and out of the bowl. They moved up Mike and began to wrap around him, flowing into and out of him as they seemed to tangle him up. At the same time, Sissy's spark began to drift back towards her. Passing through her belly and into her body. Suddenly Sissy's back arched and they both felt a jolt of energy between them. The arcs flared into a blinding white light. Mike who had been holding on to Sissy's hands, felt her begin to fall. He caught her under her arms in the blinding light and kept her from hitting the floor or the coffee table. As the light dispersed, the rips in reality could be seen closing up, becoming thin red after images before fading completely. The crisis had passed.

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Mike held Sissy up, she hung limply in his arms, her eyes closed and her breathing steady. He placed an arm under her knees and scooped her up, walking to the couch to sit down with her in his lap. He caressed her cheek lightly and ran his fingers through her hair.

"Sissy?" He whispered, "Sissy, are you alright?"

Sissy's eyes fluttered open, she looked at Mike and a big smile spread across her face, "hello, master." She purred.

Mike looked at Alex questioningly who was wide eyed at this as well. A giggle that sounded like a little silver bell from Sweety set Sissy off in a fit of laughter as well.

She slapped Mike in the shoulder, "Jeez Mike, it was a joke. Calm down."

Mike breathed a sigh of relief and kissed the succubus in his lap. "Thank God. I didn't want you as some kind of slave."

"Yea right, I could smell your arousal when I called you that." She whispered in his ear. "Don't get too used to that."

"To be fair, that happens every time you just look at me," Mike countered.

She smiled and pressed her lips to his.

"So that was a joke?" Asked Alex, "you weren't forced to call him that?"

Sweety put her hand in Alex's, "I was never forced to call you master, my love." She said with a shy little smile, "the spell doesn't force obedience. A familiar serves because we want to. Because we believe in you. Because… I love you…master." She gave Alex a warm smile and put her head on his chest to listen to her most favorite music, "I only stopped because you asked me to, Alex."

"I love you too, Sweety." He whispered, kissing the top of her head as she listened to his heartbeat. "And I do love to hear you say my name more than calling me master."

"Are you alright, miss Lucy?" Sweety noticed Alex's sister was wiping a tear from her eye.

"Yea," she shrugged, "all this lovey-dovey is making me miss Calie, I guess."

"She is investigating rumors of a demon cult in Bahrain," said Alex, giving his sister a big hug. Sweety of course, made it a group hug, attempting to wrap her little arms around the both of them. "Why don't we give these two some time alone and see how Calie’s doing?"

Lucy nodded with a smile, having to fight another tear trying to escape. She then walked over to the newly-bounds and handed them a black business card to Mike, "keep in touch," she looked to Sissy, "and if any of your old acquaintances come and find you looking for trouble, we're here for you."

Sissy stood up to give Lucy a hug and had to fall into her as her legs wobbled, trying to give out on her. She fell into the tall, fellow redhead, but got the hug anyway, "thank you," she told Lucy, "you've given me a true chance to have happiness." Sissy looked over at Alex, holding Sweety from behind, "all of you, thank you."

Sweety hugged both women and looked up into Sissy's eyes, "you and Mike are bound together forever, till the day he passes from this world, and you carry his soul to heaven, to be with each other for eternity."

"Won't that be funny," Sissy couldn't help picturing the saints and angels when a succubus brings Mike to the gates of heaven.

Sweety smiled back at her, "you are in for many changes, sister." Before returning to Alex.

"Just be good." Said Alex with a smile.

"I will," she said as she released Lucy. Flames rolled up her body as she fell into Mike's lap. She now wore her true-self-minus-demon-parts form, dressed in black leather short shorts and tube top and looked in Mike's eyes, "I have the best example I could ever ask for." And once again locked lips with the man she loved.

"We'd better go before the sex starts," quipped Lucy, waving her family away.

Sissy broke the kiss and said with a wink, "better hurry then."

Alex made his motions with his hands and once again the air ripped open, this time wafting the smell of exotic spices and the sound of middle eastern music before they stepped through. Everyone waved goodbye and the tear closed.

She kissed him one more time and stood up, pulling him to his feet. "Come on," she said, beginning to drag him toward the bedroom, "we haven't had sex since yesterday."

Sissy could feel his trepidations through this new link of theirs. She touched his cheek, "oh Mike I'm sorry. I didn't even think…"

He took her hand in his and kissed it, "it's ok, Sissy. You are not her. You want to sleep with me because you love me, I know that."

"I do, Mike," she kissed him softly, " so, so much."

"Ok," he said mildly hesitant, "is this going to be a regular thing?"

She turned to look him in the eye and to run her hands up his chest to rest them on his shoulders, "you bound yourself to a succubus. One that can now feel the sex she's having with you," she kissed him lovingly, "and who loves you with all her heart. So yea, I think you need to get used to this."

She returned to pulling him to the bed, "and we need to move your stuff in here because you will be sleeping beside me every night," she stopped at the big bed and kissed him again, "and if you will be ok with it, we will be making love every night," another kiss, "if not more," yet another kiss, and she began pulling his shirt up to remove it. "You have quite a job ahead of you, lover."

Mike sighed in both fear and excitement. But he picked her up by her bottom in both hands and fell into the bed, with her wrapping herself around him with a squeal.

It was almost a week later, they were in Mike's truck, driving home for the night after a day building habitat houses.

Well, Mike and the other volunteers did the actual building, Sissy kept people motivated by bringing ice tea and lemonade to whichever team got their next wall up fastest. It helped that she spent the day in daisy dukes, a tied off red flannel and high heeled cowboy boots. Her once again red hair, as she found herself migrating to red more often because Mike seemed to prefer it, fell to her mid-back in two braided pigtails. She even sported a fancy tramp stamp on her back and a Betty Page tattoo in her thigh as it excited some of the worker guys. Needless to say, work moved at a brisk pace. A few of the ladies helping build gave Sissy some dirty looks. Her response was to say if they were to pick up the pace and give the boys a run for their money, then she'd bring them drinks too. She punctuated this by pursing her lips and giving a wink before strutting off.

The whole thing seemed like a game by the time the day ended. One of the guys asked Mike as he opened the door to his truck how he found a girl like her. Sissy pointed at one of the other ladies that had been helping, she had tied her shirt up like Sissy as the heat of the day wore on, "you just go talk to her. Heather is single, by the way."

They drove off with Mike commenting, "you are going to get Jake slapped when he goes to talk to her."

"Don't be too sure," she sang into his ear while she played with his hair, "she was checking him out while the second floor south wall was going up. "I could smell her…interest in him." Sissy giggled and played with Mike's thigh, "also all that tension kind of got me going."

Mike let out a chuckle, "am I even going to be able to get a shower when we get back without you turning me and our bathroom into your personal waterpark?"

She tapped her lips with a finger thoughtfully, "ummmm, no," and giggled, "that's the disadvantage of being with a succubus, Mike. Or is that the advantage?"

Mike sighed dreamily and said, "both." He looked down at her thigh just then. "Nice ink by the way, I didn't know you could do tattoos too."

"Oh yea," she said, extending her leg and turning it back and forth. "You never got my clothes off that first night when we met or you would have seen several." She looked at her ink herself contemplatively, "do you think it's in bad taste to wear a tattoo of yourself though?"

"What are you trying to say? That you were Betty Page?" Mike replied in a joking tone.

Sissy just raised an eyebrow and nodded with a smile.

Mike slammed on the brakes, getting annoyed honks that continued as the cars were forced to go around.

"Mike!" Sissy screamed, "what the hell!"

But Mike was focused on her revelation, "you were Betty Page? You were THE Betty Page?"

"Um yea." She replied, "Mike, shouldn't we be moving…"

Mike looked at the face on her thigh and back up to Sissy several times. He then googled a photo of Betty and held his phone next to her head. She sighed and rolled her eyes, but then struck the same facial expression as the photo and fluttered her eyelashes. Different hair and make-up, but the face in the photo was undeniably also Sissy's.

"O my god, I'm soul bound to Betty Page…"

There was a tap at the window and Sissy rolled it down to see the cop standing there. "I'm sorry, officer," she began immediately, "I just sprung it on him that I was pregnant, we'll get moving right now, I promise."

"Oh," the policeman responded, "well congratulations, but yes please keep driving." And he tipped his hat as he walked away.

Sissy looked at a still stunned Mike, "Mike will you drive?"

This jolted Mike out of his shock and he put the truck back in gear.

"I'm sorry, I forget sometimes you are centuries old." Said Mike, "I just never thought about you having been anyone famous in that time. My mom was obsessed with Betty. She danced under the name Anastasia, but she supposedly wore a lot of Betty inspired costumes."

At the next stop light, Sissy made Mike look at her and moved her finger around her face, "Mike, look at me, I am not Betty Page, I am Sissy, just your Sissy. Betty was just someone I made up when they were snapping pictures of me. It was a choice way to hunt at the time, I just didn't know she'd get so famous." She let him go back to looking at the road.

"Wow," he said finally, a little way down the road, "that makes the devil costume spread pretty ironic."

She tried not to but Sissy couldn't help giggling at the comment, "yea, the photographer couldn't understand why I couldn't keep from laughing during the shoot."

They chuckled for a bit as they drove, but Sissy began to worry how this would affect his feelings toward her in the long run.

But Mike finally looked over at her with a big smile on his face and she felt the love from him just rush at her, "Cissera, you just keep getting more amazing to me."

Sissy bit her lower lip, slid in the seat up against him and just smiled her new favorite smile, her real one. The smile she now smiled when she was actually happy.

"Were you anyone else famous?" Mike finally asked.

"A few," she said nervously, "but I refuse to tell you who while you're driving!"

"Mata Hari? Really?" He said over burgers Mike had picked up on the way home.

Sissy nodded, while eating in bliss. Sissy was a fiend for french fries apparently. "I don't know who the five guys who made these fries are but they are the best."

She then realized his question was still hanging, "yes, but to be fair not just me. There were several of us, kind of sharing the name. War zones are great hunting grounds for us. So me and some of my sisters were there and we kind of decided to help out the war effort. Pissed some of the different wrath demons that hang around wars to all hell. So we passed information around that we squeezed out of some lusty boys and wrecked a lot of carefully laid out wrath demon plans. And it's hard to catch a spy that can change her appearance every time she turns a corner."

"So Betty Page the spy?" Mike said, fantasizing it in his head.

"I was not Betty yet," Sissy scolded, "I vas mostly ze french whore." She added in an impeccable french accent. And Mike could only sit there and stare, as his arousal wafted at Sissy. "Oh cherie, you like zat?" She abandoned her meal to get up and sway over to Mike, flaring into a period perfect french prostitute outfit from the forties, She dropped in his lap adding, "I guess I shall 'ave to uze ze accent more often, hmmm?"

He looked into her eyes, "you are so unimaginably beautiful, I can't stand it." She smiled at his love that she could feel pouring out into her, "I just can't understand how I am ever worthy of you."

She widened her eyes in surprise at this, "Mike, you are more worthy than I could ever express. You loved me, when I couldn't do anything for you that I was actually good for. Even when you saw what I really am, you gave your love to me. No one else in this world would have done that. No one in all of history I ever met would have dared to try to actually love me, in order to give me this chance you have given me." She placed his hand on her belly, "I feel your love Mike, flowing into me, feeding my spark. I feel it growing Mike. And I am starting to remember. I can remember the joy of heaven, being an angel and being surrounded by love. But even all the love in heaven pales to what you give me every minute of every day." Sissy pressed her lips to his to kiss him passionately.

"Sissy, you do so much more for me than mere sex. You make my heart so full, you are actually kind, nurturing, and it is easy now to tell you were an angel of love."

Mike picked her up from his lap and carried her to the bed, their meal forgotten.

They laid in bed spooning in the afterglow, breathless and happy. He could feel the velvety softness of her wings folded against her back rubbing on his stomach. And the silky hairs around her hooves tickling his shins.

He thought back to how they met weeks ago, "Do you miss it," Mike asked, "your old life?

"Trolling for lowlifes willing to commit sins of rape and adultry in the throws of lust just so I can take their souls and stay here?" She said, dripping with sarcasm, "that would be, no."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." He said kissing the back of her neck. "The life though. The bars, the clubs, and parties, do you miss that?" She turned around to look at him and her eyes lit his face in red, "I mean, I live a pretty boring life. Are you ok with that?"

"I'm part of that life now, are you saying I'm boring?" She asked teasingly.

"No! God no!" He gasped, "Sissy you are so much more than I can even handle sometimes." This brought a smile to the demoness' lips, "but you, you've lived such a wild life. Besides the sex, is my life enough for you?"

"Clubs and bars and such were exciting," she began thinking back, "but if I have you I have all I need, Mike."

He pulled her tight as he kissed her lips then rested his head against her horns. She purred and took his hand placing it on her bare breast, "ok." He said smiling, "before round two begins. Tomorrow is Saturday, and I have no obligations. What if you use that magic talent of yours to get dolled up, you help make sure I look nice, and I take you out? Dinner, movies, dancing? Whatever this sexy demoness would find fun. What do you say?"

She kissed him lightly and placed her cheek against his, "that sounds wonderful, my love." He felt her tongue tickle the back of his ear, "but right now, I really need you inside me again, if you are up for it."

Mike nodded, but he wondered how he would survive this relationship.

They arrived at the restaurant and Mike could swear the whole place stopped. She made sure he looked nice, with a dress shirt and even a tie. But she was stunning as usual. Hair and make-up straight out of a Hollywood premiere, red silky evening gown, split up both thighs, and held up over her neck by a thin string with nothing resembling a back of the dress. Mike could even see the crack of her butt peeking over the top. The way she walked on the way to their table had to have got some of the guys here in trouble, because it was impossible not to watch her pass. She absolutely rotated on every joint as she walked.

After they sat and the maitre d left, Mike asked, "was that on purpose?"

Sissy smiled at him through half lidded eyes, reached across the table and touched the thumb of her long gloved hands to his lip, "always. I have to mark my territory." She punctuated this by pushing his glasses back on his nose with a finger. She then giggled, adding, "gotta let the other bitches know they don't stand a chance of taking you away from me."

"They don't stand a chance anyway," he replied, as he grabbed her retreating hand and kissed her fingers.

"Ooo steak and potato please." She purred at the waiter, when he arrived.

"Same," said Mike as he handed him the menus back. "And a bottle of champagne with strawberries, please." He added as the man left.

"Mike, you know I don't get drunk." She smiled, coyly. "It would be no use trying to liquor me up."

"Obviously," he replied, "but have you had any since you've been able to taste?"

Sissy's eyes got wide and she smiled even bigger.

They ate and talked, one of Sissy's feet kept leaving her heels and playing with Mike's leg through the whole thing. But he just smiled, he did not jump at her touch as he did before. He welcomed the feel of her now, he was reassured by it. He loved her and she loved him back, and that's all that mattered to him.

They left after dessert, Mike had jokingly ordered devils food, and Sissy ended up absolutely adoring the taste of it.

They drove to a club next, not one of the thumping dance orgy clubs like he had found her outside of, but an elegant high society style club. The music was orchestral and the place decorated like a palace. Cocktail servers weaved between the patrons with practiced grace carrying complimentary drinks, these clubs had memberships that covered everything automatically, and served from trays that Sissy kept snatching glasses from and downing them in one or two goes. This was after finishing the whole bottle and the strawberries at the restaurant. Mike had one glass he merely sipped at, all during dinner. But Sissy tipped back the drinks while spinning through the crowd with a grace that made the cocktail servers look like clumsy clods. She reached the edge of the dance floor and spun back to face Mike. She placed her latest empty glass on another passing tray and held up her hands to him. He clasped one of her hands in his and put the other and the other on the small of her back. Sissy took the hand on her back and moved it down to rest on her butt before putting her hand on his shoulder with a wink.

And they spun off onto the dance floor, "I warn you I'm not very good outside the waltz Agnes taught me." Mike whispered in her ear."

"Aw, baby." She whispered back, "you weren't spectacular at the waltz either. But I don't care, as long as you are bad at it with me." she said, putting her head on his chest. And then she heard it. The music in his heartbeat Sweety had talked about. It was the most beautiful music she had ever heard, because it was the music of their love. A melody that played only for her.

The next dance was a fast paced, up tempo samba. Sissy spun away from Mike, hips shaking and her whole body gyrating. Mike did his best to keep up but she literally danced circles around him. Sissy out classed Mike's abilities so bad in fact, the Sissy's moves graduated from a samba to her rubbing against him in a manner a tad too provocative for the club management's taste.

Sissy finished by twirling to a stop with her hind end against Mike's front end, still gyrating furiously, and her arms crossed behind his head. Mike wrapped his arms around her midsection and began kissing her neck.

A measly little man in what Sissy could see was a roughly worn down tuxedo, approached them on the dance floor. "Sir," he began, huffing away, "I'm not exactly sure who you both are but that is not the type of dancing we practice at this club."

Mike finished a kiss of Sissy's neck and looked up at the man unfazed, "I happen to be Mike Mason, and since my father has not only a been member of this club for forty years, and he happens to own this building," Mike paused with a big smile on his face, "then I think the lady that is soon to be his daughter-in-law, will dance as she damn well pleases."

The man walked quickly away in a red faced panic attack, and Mike's sudden commanding tone and attitude reved Sissy up so much that it took a moment for her ears to catch up with her libido and realize exactly what Mike had said to the man.

She turned to Mike having not noticed one of his hands had left her waist and fished out a black box that he now held in front of her. "Sissy, I don't know how much closer two people bound at the soul could become, but if we are to travel our life together for the rest of eternity, I'd like to make it official, I'd like us to do so as equals. Marry me Sissy, please."

Sissy's heart felt as if it had stopped. The flow of Mike's love right now felt like a tsunami in comparison to all the time before it. She couldn't seem to breathe. "Mike," she whispered, "are you sure?"

With a smile, Mike opened the box. Inside was a silver ring, and on it a heart cut diamond the size of the heart on the necklace he burned in the bowl to bind her to him. "Never more sure of anything in my life.

She closed her eyes as the tears rushed down her cheeks, and nodded as she held out her hand for him to slip the ring on to. The whole club erupted into applause.

"Sissy, I love you more than anything. Thank you for saving me." He whispered under the roar as he held her tight.

"You were the one who saved me from oblivion. How did I save you?" She asked around the tears.

"Before you I only planned to spend my life hiding away in charity, serving and helping others to make up for what happened to me, and prevent it happening to others. Now, you have given me something to actually live a life for. Thank you, you saved me, my angel from hell."

The buzzer sounded and the door opened to the room. Two guards escorted the blonde woman whose brown roots now crept up her locks like weeds in a garden. She had only a week till she was released. She would need a few things touched up after she got out. Her hair, a new wardrobe, and her lips could use some more collagen. But she could find some sugar daddy for a few weeks to pay for those. Then she could get back to the hunt for a new golden goose. Find herself a rich man to snare, maybe a little younger now, one who wasn't shooting blanks so she could get pregnant and insure a stable financial future for herself.

"Lorraine Van Beurain," the guard who had been waiting in the room recited as the other two locked her cuffs to the table. "You have a lawyer here to see you on urgent business."

Probably one of John's, Lorraine thought. Well he couldn't stop her release now. The plan was to find a husband who can meet old Johnny on equal footing and ruin him financially. He was practically dead already, she had heard. But without daddy's money little Mikey's charities would be crushed.

Lorraine nodded and her two escorts left the way they came and the chatty one opened the other door of the room.

Steel stiletto heels from knee high black boots clicked on the linoleum as she entered. She wore a tight black leather skirt and business suit that had managed to find a blurred line between the boardroom and the stripclub. Her make-up was sultry and smokey, and her raven hair was in a severe bun that dramatically contrasted the silver librarian half glasses she wore.

The guard exited, which was strange to Lorraine, one usually stayed to keep a prisoner from attacking anyone. Unless it required confidentiality, like when it was your own lawyer.

The door closed and the woman stood in front of the table. She made no move to sit so Lorraine wondered if it would be quick.

"So who are you?" Snipped Lorraine, "I don't know you so you ain't my lawyer."

The woman smiled, which didn't put Lorraine at ease "I did tell them I represented you, that was to garner us some privacy. I am actually here on behalf of Mike Mason."

Lorraine laughed, "little Mikey, not John? Aw, is Mikey going to sue me? For what? I gave him a wild weekend and popped his cherry at fifteen. I did him a favor."

It came so quickly Lorraine barely saw her hand move. But the woman's hand struck her with such force that only the handcuffs kept Lorraine in her seat behind the table.

However even the heavy steel table moved three inches in the direction of the blow.

"What the hell, bitch!" Lorraine screamed, touching her face and finding blood under her nose. "Damn it, now I'll have to get that fixed!"

The woman slammed her hands onto the table to stare daggers into Lorraine's eyes. Fear lodged in Lorraine's throat as what she could only describe later as an inhuman growl emanated from the woman and her eyes glowed.

"What you took from him was his dignity, love, and the ability to feel the joy of another person's touch for the rest of his life!" Her voice was now suddenly deep and echoed past the point where she stopped speaking. When she spoke again it had returned to its previous tone, "thankfully I was able to give it back to him." She stood, adjusting her outfit almost absent mindedly. "You see, when I indicated I represented Mike, it was not as his lawyer," she held up her left hand, revealing the huge diamond heart ring on her finger, "I am here as his fiance'."

Lorraine's face flashed across as fear, but suddenly shifted to suspicion, "oh, I see. You've managed to get your hooks in baby Mason. A fellow gold digger, are you? Well, at least he can give you a bun in your oven to secure your fortune, unlike his old man."

Sissy kicked the edge of the table knocking Lorrain back, only the handcuffs keeping the chair from falling over backward. The ex-step-mom pulled herself upright only to slam her ribs into the table and have to push back the chair to breathe.

"I love Mike. He is everything to me." Sissy began, "so the thought of someone who hurt him like you did, potentially being free to hurt him again, pisses me off!"

"What do you want?" Lorraine said, still gasping for breath.

Sissy just began laughing, "I won't hurt you. Mike is not vengeful, and I would never disappoint him by doing something he could never approve of. But I am here to assure you that there is a special place waiting for you. For people like you that hurt and molest children. And it is the worst place in all of hell, I can guarantee you."

Lorraine scoffed, "ok, you're trying to give me religion, turn over my leaf? Lady, I've been getting preached at since I got here. Save your breath."

This kind of pig headedness made Sissy smile. "Oh, I'm not talking from a position of belief. I'm talking about facts."

And Sissy flared. She stood before Lorraine in her true form. She kept the skirt and the suit as it made a nice effect with her demonic accoutrement, although the suit top was now a midriff to make room for her wings.

"Jesus Christ!" Lorraine screamed. The table actually tried to leave the floor when she jumped back. The chair fell over behind her and she pulled against the cuffs fruitlessly since the heavy table would not budge further. She stood there, her face a mask of horror and chains taught, trying to keep as far from the monster before her as she could.

Sissy smiled as she slinked around the table, closing the distance between them until she could run her finger across Lorraine's forehead.

"Mmmm," she purred, " we can't wait to get our hands on you." She sniffed Lorraine like a predator, "the stink of your sin is still on you. You have not buried it, nor tried to quelsh it with guilt. You wear it like a badge of pride. I could suck your soul out right now, it is still so fresh."

Urine ran down Lorraine's legs and pooled under her feet. She stood petrified with fear as the demoness hovered over her.

"But, Mike wouldn't like me to, and I love him too much to disappoint him. He is such an amazing man. I myself don't understand how he could be so merciful to someone who did something as reprehensible as what you did to him."

Of course Sissy couldn't really take her soul. What Lorraine what did to Mike was in greed not lust, and its nauseating smell was beginning to turn her stomach. She walked away from Lorraine before she blew chunks all over her and ruined the effect.

Sissy flared and her appearance returned to the one she came in wearing. She turned her head back just as she reached the door, "be seeing you Lorraine, and sooner than you think." And only now did she push the buzzer. When Sissy walked out Lorraine began screaming.

The guards rushed in, attempting to restrain her. "She's a demon! A demon! She wants my soul! Please don't let her near me!"

Rachel stood up as Sissy cleared the security area. She could hear Lorraine screaming through three sets of isolation doors. "What happened?" She asked Sissy.

Sissy shrugged, "I think the guilt of what she did to Mike must have finally broken her. Or maybe that he will finally be happy despite her is what made her snap. Who knows?"

Rachel looked at the girl suspiciously for a minute but finally smiled, "couldn't have happened to a nicer person." The two women walked out arm in arm. Rachel added, "speaking of Micheal, let's get you home, you two have a wedding to plan."

After a few steps Rachel said, "you changed your hair."

Sissy smiled, "it's temporary, just for maximum bitch effect today."

"Well it suits you," replied Rachel, "though I think I prefer the red on you."

"Mike likes the red too." Said Sissy with a smile, squeezing Rachel in a side hug as they walked.

Mike came home to find Sissy sat at the kitchen counter in her true-but-human form, wearing nothing but one of his grubby work shirts. He could tell by the stains on it that it was one right from his hamper. She had his laptop out from the office and magazines and pamphlets spread out on the counter. He could tell the moment she sensed he was home. Her head snapped up from the screen and she spun the bar style stool around to leap off and run at him. Sissy jumped into his arms and kissed him.

"I missed you." She said as they broke their kiss. As he set her back down on her feet she grabbed his wrists and guided his hands back on her posterior before laying her head on his chest.

"I missed you too," he replied. He looked at her contented face, "you've been doing that a lot lately."

She lifted her head and smiled dreamily at him, "it's like I can hear music in your heartbeat. The sound of your love for me that only I can hear."

He kissed the top of her head, pulled up on the sleeve of the shirt and asked, "I thought you hated my nasty T-shirts?"

Sissy bit her bottom lip as her cheeks took on a rosy hue, "I really missed you, and this one smelled the most like you."

"Well now you can smell the real me," said Mike as he pulled the shirt up over her head, exposing her naked body, "and I get to look at that perfect you." He then kissed her passionately.

"So what are you doing?" He asked as he held her in his arms.

"Planning our wedding, jerk." She slapped his behind before she pulled out of his arms and returned to the stool.

Mike looked at the monitor, "so why do you need the floor plans for my father's house?"

"It's definitely big enough, and it is the easiest way to make sure your father can be there. We did promise him he'd see a wedding." She answered as she plopped a naked butt back on the stool.

Mike wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck. "We also promised a grandkid or two."

Sissy's eyes opened wide and she instinctively flared, forcing Mike to release his grip on her. Now wearing her little yellow sundress again. "Slow down," she said and moved her finger in circles over her belly, "this is not ready to be making babies yet."

"You'd be a fantastic mom, I'd bet." Said Mike.

"Not as good as the dad you'd be." she replied, kissing the hand he had laid back on her shoulder.

He looked at the mess of papers strewn about, "where did all this come from?,"

"Rachel," she sighed, "she had it sent over. Look," sissy started picking up different papers, "venues, caterers, bridal registries, invitation printers," she held up a shoe box sized carton, "this is just info for different people who make wedding invitations!" Sissy breathed in deep and sighed. She then grabbed Mike by the shirt, "I need your help, I can't do this by myself."

Mike could see Sissy was genuinely in a panic, "of course. Sissy, I would never expect you to do this by yourself."

"You better." she said in her harsh but loving tone, then her mood seemed to grow sad, "especially since all the guests will be there for you."

"Mike hugged her again from behind, "I'll be there for you." She laid her head on his arm and patted it with a hand, and managed a small smile. "I told Rachel you didn't have any family, or close friends," and Mike paused thoughtfully for a minute and smiled. "But you could have a couple of nephilim as bridesmaids and an angel for a maid of honor. I was going to ask Alex to be my best man, after all I'll never be able to fully repay him for what he did for us. So I think everyone will be too busy staring at you four ladies to wonder where the rest of your guests are."

Sissy laughed at this, and smiled, kissing Mike's arm.

"By the way," Mike said, changing the subject, "I got a call from the social services worker today that handled my case back when I was fifteen." He began as Sissy became nervous, "we've kept in touch and I help him on occasion with hard luck cases. But he told me Lorraine was admitted to a psyche ward today. Just days before she would have been released." Mike bent his head down to look at Sissy's face, "isn't that strange?"

Sissy put on a contemplative look, "maybe she couldn't handle what she had done and finally broke?"

"Uh, huh," said Mike suspiciously.

"Hey," Sissy tried to interrupt, "I need a break. Why don't you take me to the bedroom and…you know…take me in the bedroom?" She pulled him down to a kiss and ended it with a playful bite on his lip.

Mike smiled and scooped up his bride to be and carried her into the next room.

"Put me down and get on the bed," she whispered, nibbling his ear.

Sissy stood before Mike while he sat on the bed. With her arms out sissy did a ballerina pirouette and while she spun she flared. As her spin slowed Mike could see the full magnificence of her succubus form, her blood red hair this time spilling off her head to her waist in two anime girl style pigtails.

Mike's face was all smiles then suddenly shifted to surprise, "Sissy," he said, in a worried tone.

"What!" She asked, taken aback by his reaction, "I'm sorry I thought you'd like the pigtails…"

"No!" Said Mike more urgently, "Sissy, your eyes!"

Sissy looked at the mirror by the bathroom door, and she put her hand on her cheek by her eye in surprise. She stared at her own eyes in the reflection, where her burning red eyes should have been looking back at her, the eyes that gazed back were a brilliant bright blue.

Sissy screamed, "WHAT THE FUCK!"