A YOUNG SUCCUBUS NAMED DELICIA by Michel Poulin - HTML preview

CHAPTER 1 – A YOUNG SUCCUBUS NAMED DELICIA

01:17 (Paris Time)

Wednesday, February 03, 1932

Deserted back street, Sixth Arrondissement

Paris, France

Marie Laurent, a 41-year-old woman of average height but with quite sexy curves and a pretty face, was on her way back to her cabaret and home in the Quartier Latin, in the Sixth Arrondissement of Paris, having ‘served’ the needs of a wealthy customer she knew well. The street she was on was quite dark, with the few street lamps providing little light, while the Moon was at one quarter and partially covered with clouds. It was also bitterly cold, with a light coat of snow on the street and sidewalk, making Marie the sole person walking outside at that time and location. As she was passing by the entrance of a narrow side alley, she heard the sobs of a crying child and immediately stopped and turned to look down that alley. Marie may have been called by many a ‘debauched woman’ and a ‘whore’ but nobody would have said that she had no heart, as she was widely known for her caring for others and for her generosity. Trying to locate the crying child as she entered the dark alley, she finally saw the dark silhouette of a child crouched next to a garbage can, apparently using it as a barrier against the cold wind sweeping down the alley. Marie was then horrified to see that the child was completely naked. Hurrying to the small shape, she took off her winter coat and draped it over the shoulders of the child while speaking softly to the preteen girl.

‘’My poor child! Let me bring you to my house, where you will be able to warm up.’’

The child, who had been holding her head down in order to cut the wind and was still sobbing, then raised and twisted her head to look up at Marie, showing tears in her eyes. Her eyes also proved to be fiery red balls, while a pair of short black horns protruded from her forehead through deep red hair. Her skin was also reddish-pink in color. Marie then couldn’t stop herself from reflexively take a step back from the child, both horrified and terrified by what she saw. The girl then spoke a few words in a pleading tone and in

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a language Marie didn’t understand. Despite by shaken by the child’s appearance, Marie was touched by her tone of voice and replied to her in French, using a reassuring tone.

‘’I’m sorry but I can’t understand you, child. Can you speak French?’’ After hesitating for a couple of seconds, the girl nodded her head and spoke in French, still half-strangled by sobs.

‘’Yes! Please help me!’’

‘’I will, my child. Who could have left you like this, naked in the cold?’’

‘’My…my mother: she abandoned me here in order to save me from the ones who wanted me dead. She only meant to protect me from her enemies.’’ Marie digested those words slowly while eyeing the girl, who was still crouched next to the garbage can. She appeared to be a pre-teen child of about six or seven, which would make her quite tall for her age. Even with her horns and glowing red eyes, the girl’s face was beautiful, nearly angelic. Realizing that this encounter would prove to be utterly fantastic, the sight of the naked girl shivering, along with her pleading tone of voice and her crying, made Marie forget her initial stepping back. Crouching next to the girl, the strip cabaret madame spoke more gentle words while rubbing the child’s back in order to warm her up.

‘’What is your name, child?’’

‘’Delicia!’’

‘’Just Delicia? How old are you?’’

‘’I am five of your years.’’

‘’Five of my years? What do you mean by that? Where are you from?’’

‘’I am from Infernius. Time there goes differently from the Material Plane.’’

‘’The Material Plane? What’s that?’’

‘’The Material Plane is what we call this planet’s surface. Infernius is the Ninth Level of what you would call Hell.’’

Right then, Marie felt a furious urge to simply run away in panic and abandon that child…or Demon girl. Having been raised in the Catholic religion, Marie knew all the tales, stories and mythology said about Hell and Demons. However, Marie had also abandoned her religion years ago, disillusioned by its hypocrisy and misogynistic views and attitudes. Despite her somewhat terrifying appearance, that girl was still for her a young child in distress. Her good heart then took over from her fear and she gently caressed the face of the girl, whose skin proved to be very soft.

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‘’Where you come from doesn’t matter, Delicia. You need help and I will give it to you. My name is Marie Laurent and I live near to here. Uh, while I am ready to help you, beware that other people will likely be terrified by your appearance and may have you arrested or even killed, as you would be for them a Demon, an infernal creature which would need to be killed or sent back to Hell.’’

‘’But I can’t return to Hell, even if I knew how to do that! My mother abandoned me here to protect me from those on Infernius who wanted to kill me, as they consider me an abomination. My father, Gideon, died while defending me and my mother as we were running away from a killing mob of Demons. Lilith was left with no other option than to transport me to the Material Plane in order to save me.’’ The name ‘Lilith’ then partly renewed Marie’s misgivings about the girl.

‘’Lilith? THE Lilith named in the Old Testament?’’

Some irritation then showed in the girl’s voice and she gave a dubious look to Marie.

‘’Yes, THE Lilith of your lying Old Testament. My mother was the Queen of the Succubus, until she fell in love with Gideon and thus angered the other Demons around her. My birth further raised the ire against my parents, especially when other Demons felt that I was different from them.’’

‘’Different? How?’’ asked Marie, becoming even more confused. Delicia, showing a level of maturity that was surprising for her age, restrained her irritation and answered her in a firm but neutral tone of voice.

‘’Because they felt that I was not demon-like enough for them. My father, Gideon, was not a Demon but rather a fallen Archangel. His crime as an Archangel was to have fallen in love with a Demon, namely my mother Lilith, while Demons disliked my mother for the same reason: falling in love with a being of another alignment.’’

‘’Alignment? You are really confusing me now, Delicia.’’

‘’Please, could we continue this once at your home? I am freezing here!’’

‘’Alright, Delicia, but I will have to hide you from others living in my house: your appearance will surely scare them.’’

‘’I can change my appearance, if that could help.’’

‘’How? No makeup will hide what you are, Delicia.’’

The girl sighed in frustration at those last words.

‘’Not with makeup but through what you would call ‘magic’. That ‘magic’ is for us Demons innate abilities from birth and skills learned through experience as we grow. I will now use what I call ‘Alternate Form’, which basically allow me to take whatever

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humanoid or animal shape of the same approximate size to that of my Demon body. Just tell me as you watch if I need to correct some details in my new appearance. You may hold your coat while I transform myself.’’

Only when Delicia took Marie’s coat off her shoulder did the madame realized that the girl was sporting a pair of dark, feathery wings folded down on her back. Delicia then fixed Marie while concentrating. The girl’s body gradually changed color, turning from reddish-pink to a light beige, while her horns on her forehead resorbed and disappeared and her hair turned to a lustrous black. Her eyes also turned from glowing red to blue-green, while her wings disappeared gradually. Stunned by this, Marie was left speechless for a moment before remarking on something about her new appearance.

‘’Uh, you are supposed to be a five-year-old girl, yet your hips are larger and you have budding tits, Delicia.’’

‘’So? Demon children are way more mature than Human children of the same age, thus I decided to look like a girl aged around twelve. I could have my tits grow even bigger, if you would like.’’

As Marie wasn’t able to reply to that at once, Delicia smiled and concentrated. Her budding breasts then grew in seconds to size 32B, although her groin stayed utterly hairless. Even though Marie had been living and earning her money for years from sexual work, she felt a near glow of sensuality and sexiness emanate from Delicia that was nearly impossible to resist.

Shaking herself back to the reality of

the moment, Marie then draped back

her coat on Delicia’s shoulders, then

took her right hand.

‘’Well, as you said, it is cold

outside. Follow me to my home, Delicia.’’

Leaving together the narrow

alley, Marie guided Delicia down the

Rue Saint-André-des-Arts, going towards the Place Saint-Michel and

soon arriving at the junction with the Rue Suger, Rue Autefeuille and Rue Danton. Once at that junction, Marie Laurent proudly showed to Delicia a six-story-high, wedged-

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shaped building made of light beige stones and on which a sign was spread over the ground entrance.

‘’My home and workplace: the Mille-et-Une Nuits Cabaret and strip club. I own and manage it.’’ Somehow, that seemed to please Delicia, who made a wide smile.

‘’You promote sex and seduction, like us

Succubus?’’

‘’Uh, what is a Succubus exactly, Delicia?’’

‘’We are female Demons who promote and use sex and seduction in order to improve our individual standing and grow our powers. We also do it for the simple fun of it.’’

‘’I see! You should thus feel at home in my brothel. Well, let’s use the side entrance at the rear. That way, we won’t risk that someone inside sees you until I could bring you to my own bedroom and private study.’’

Walking quickly to a side entrance door used by suppliers and deliverymen, Marie took out a set of keys from her purse and unlocked the door, opening it and inviting Delicia in while motioning her to stay quiet.

‘’Be silent, please, so that we don’t wake up anyone. We are now going up by one floor, to my private suite.’’

Negotiating quietly the semi-dark staircase, which were lit by only a few small oil lamps, Marie led Delicia to her suite, which comprised a large bedroom, a private study and a private bathroom with a bathtub and shower head, a sink with counter and a flushing toilet. Once in her suite, Marie locked her door and lit up the electric lights of her suite, then took her coat off Delicia.

‘’Let me examine you more closely, Delicia. Any anomaly on your body could attract some embarrassing questions for you.’’

‘’I agree with you on that, Marie. While a Demon’s body is very different internally from a Human body, externally I can make it look completely similar and normal, including my genitals.’’

Marie nodded at those words, then spent a good two minutes checking her out, concentrating especially on her groin area and genitals. Finding nothing untoward about the Demon girl’s body, she nodded once to Delicia and smiled to her.

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‘’Everything is fine with your body, Delicia.’’

‘’Of course it is, Marie, or should I call you ‘Mother’?’’

‘’Not yet, Delicia. I will first have to register you as an abandoned child I found in the street and whom I want to adopt. For that, we will have to find you a proper name, to be then put in the civilian registry. Hum, what about calling you ‘Mélanie’?’’

‘’Mélanie will do!’’ said Delicia after a short reflection. ‘’I could say that my full original name is Mélanie Laroche and that I was born on September seventh of 1923. I was really born on Infernius at a date corresponding to September seventh of your calendar.’’

‘’Excellent! Then we will go with that name and date of birth. However, say that you were born here, in Paris, but that you were kept mostly locked indoors by abusive parents.’’

Somehow, that brought a sad look on Delicia’s face and she lowered her head for a moment.

‘’Lucifer knows that my parents were anything but abusive with me. My father died protecting my escape, while I am not sure that my mother will survive long after her return to Infernius.’’

Her reaction in turn made an avalanche of questions pop up in Marie’s head but she decided to reserve those questions for later: Delicia had just lived a most traumatic experience and deserved some time to adjust to her new situation.

‘’Well, we could discuss further all this later on, Delicia, or should I say Mélanie. Our priority now will be to find some proper clothes for you. Thankfully, I have a few large chests full of old clothes I keep in my attic. Let’s go up there and look through them! In the morning, I will present you to the staff of my cabaret, then we will visit the city’s civil registry office.’’

08:10 (Paris Time)

Kitchen and dining room, Mille-et-Une Nuits Cabaret 34 Rue Saint-André-des-Arts, Sixth Arrondissement Paris, France

When Marie brought Delicia down to the ground-floor room used both as the kitchen and dining room for the staff of the cabaret, Delicia wore a simple blue short dress and a pair of dark shoes with white socks. The nine women and two men cooking,

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eating breakfast or cleaning the dishes there all looked with surprise at the tall, young and also extremely beautiful teenage girl accompanying Marie. Paul Dujardin, a solid man of 32 who was employed as the doorman and handyman of the cabaret, was the first to ask a question to Marie.

‘’Uh, who is this girl, Marie? When did she get in?’’

‘’She was abandoned by her parents in a nearby small alley. I found her nearly naked and crying at around one last night, while on my way back from visiting a client. Her name is Mélanie, Mélanie Laroche, and she is nine years-old. After bringing her here to warm her up and get clothes for her, I decided that I will go register her and then adopt her.’’

Réjeanne Bouvet, the 48-year-old cleaning lady of the cabaret, left the dishes she was washing in the kitchen’s sink and went to ‘Mélanie’ to tenderly hug her.

‘’My poor thing! How could anyone do such a thing to a child?’’

‘’They did love me, madam.’’ replied Delicia in a soft tone. ‘’However, I believe that they were forced to do so by something they could not win against. Very bad people were after them and they may well be dead by now.’’ There was then a collective ‘Aww’ and most of the men and women got up from their chairs to come and hug her or kiss her on the cheeks. Only the cook, 38-year-old Sylvie Renaudin, who was in the process of transferring cooked eggs from a skillet to a number of plates, had to stay were she was. Marie then invited ‘Mélanie’ to sit at the large kitchen table before starting to present her personnel to her.

‘’Mélanie, may I present to you my employees and friends? First, Sylvie Renaudin, my cook, who is presently next to the stove. Then you have Réjeanne Bouvet, my senior maid; Stéphanie Morin, my junior maid; Paul Dujardin, my doorman and handyman; Marc Aubut, my barman and wine waiter; and my six dancers and strippers I presently employ, Aïsha Rahal, Hien Min Wa, Sung Li, Fatimah Kassem, Dinh Fam Tieu and Leila Karajan. Presently absent are three more of my employees, who are musicians playing while my girls are dancing. Ahmed, Omar and Ali have their own families and live in apartments close to the cabaret. You will be able to meet them tonight, when they will play for my girls.’’

‘’Maybe I could dance then, Marie.’’ suggested Mélanie, attracting a few scandalized looks around her.

‘’But you are way too young to dance and strip, Mélanie!’’ objected Aïsha Rahal, a nineteen-year-old Lebanese girl. Mélanie in turn gave her a no-nonsense look.

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‘’To strip, probably! To simply dance, why not? My mother taught me how to dance from a young age and I love dancing. Marie, what is the present age of consent in France?’’

‘’Uh, I believe that it is presently thirteen, if they haven’t changed it recently, Mélanie.’’

‘’Then, I can legally dance in front of men in light clothes, as long as I don’t have sex with them and don’t let them touch me, right?’’

‘’Yes, but I know priests and others who would be scandalized to see you dance in a strip club, Mélanie.’’

‘’Screw these hypocrites!’’ forcefully spat out Mélanie. ‘’They most probably be the first to use me if they could without being outed for it.’’

‘’Mélanie is right about that!’’ said Réjeanne Bouvet, the graying maid. ‘’When I was young, I saw and met many of those preaching hypocrites abuse young girls, some less than ten-year-old, then threatening them so that they wouldn’t tell their parents about it. One of those bastards even tried to grab and fondle me when I was ten. I then grabbed a nearby shovel and banged it on his head before running away from him.’’

‘’Good for you, Madam Bouvet!’’ said Mélanie, smiling. ‘’Women and girls should have full control on their bodies and of their sexuality.’’

‘’Wow!’’ We have a young feminist here, in a strip-club.’’ said in a facetious tone Marc Aubut, the barman, triggering a round of giggles and laughter.

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