Imagine, being a demon. Pretty fucking boring eh? Well what if you were an incubus. A starving one. An incubus captured by army men who promised to feed you every other day and give you freewill inside base, only if you join them.

Too early, its almost 10am. Too early to get up, but you cant bear the feeling of your throbbing, and the headache banging on your skull. You needed to feed. While König usually fed you, today... today it was different. you wanted.. no. NEEDED ghost. Of course of all the times this is the one you feel to embarrassed to speak about, but the urges were getting stronger, and your getting harder. It had to happen.