Succubus What if Victor Creed was really the devil…? The X-men had decided to spend their one free night from saving the world by going out on the town. New York was a town of little wonders, since no one had the time to stop and stare, so it was up to them to provide their own entertainment. The night started off with a loud raucous dinner at a very cheap Chinese restaurant (yes, they do exist!), then proceeded to a low-priced theater. The movie sucked, to say the least, so halfway through, they left to walk back to their cars. Unfortunately, most of the X-men still had energy to spend, so the trek to the cars was loud and hyperactive. Even Logan was being a handful. He had stolen Remy’s hair tie and had run off down the street, the entire entourage followed his lead in excitement to watch the two duke it out. But as they caught up, a hot breeze ran *through* them and a horrible feeling of displacement surfaced. Instead of the empty street they had been standing in, they were now surrounded by succubus (female demons who have sex with sleeping men). The air was electric with savage lust. The smell of liquor was thick, the smell of sex, thicker. The women around them were laughing drunkenly, crying out to their new visitors. Some were the fabled red color of lore, some were the same shade of pink as a new born, but most were colors of race, Caucasian, Hispanic, African-American. In the background…though it was far from being unnoticed, was the beat of a stereo’s base playing some heavy song about, you guessed it, sex. Streamers were flying madly through the air, and confetti rained on them from somewhere unseen. There were neon signs that displayed women sitting on what was unmistakably vibrators, words flashed infront of the group proclaiming “GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS!” “Damn, if I didn’ know better, Gambit be sayin’ dis was one helluva Mardi Gras!” Remy shouted to the others over the song. “Where th’ Hell are we?” Logan shouted back, debating whether to cover young Jubilee’s eyes or not. “Precisely!” Laughed one of the red women who was clad in nothing but strips of leather. “What?” Jean asked, confused. The girl didn’t respond but pointed to another neon sign that read: “SATAN” with an arrow denoting a path infront of them. Like the idiots they were, they followed. The door loomed infront of them, thick wood with a heavy lion’s head knocker. With nothing to lose, they rapped. “Enter!” Came a familiar voice, though no one could place it. The door creaked open with coaxing and infront of the X-men was a quaint room. A large fire burned in the even larger fireplace, velvet sheets draped the walls. There was a long table set aside with beverage and food. But more importantly, there was Creed, sitting high and mighty in a high-backed chair made of the same dark wood as the door. He was alone. SNIKT! “Pleasure to see you too, runt.” He grinned but made no movement to attack. “What’s goin’ on!” Logan growled fiercely. “In here? Nothing. Out there? A party.” Victor sipped from a golden goblet that no one had seen until then. “Where--?” Jubilee began. “Hell.” He replied before she could finish. “Whaddaya want Creed?” Logan hadn’t moved since popping his claws. This got Victor moving. He got up, clad in a black suit that hugged his body sensually, and wandered towards the short mutant. “I have a deal to make with you.” He reached out and placed a loving grip onto the other man’s shoulder. Logan eyed his hand suspiciously. “You sell your soul to me and be my right hand man, and you can have anything you want. Anything.” Victor’s voice was calm and seductive, though the situation called for neither. “I want you to get yer hand offa me!” Wolverine yelled and almost instantly, Creed responded with a gleeful beam. “Done!” his hand fell away and Logan felt a another breeze, this time cold, go through his body and in Victor’s hand, formed a crystal-like sphere. “Your soul.” He explained reassuringly. “Wait! That’s not what I—“ “You wouldn’t got back on your honor, would you?” Creed’s face fell into anger beyond anything Logan had seen before. “You tricked me.” Logan could only reply. “I thought you were smarter than me. Apparently not. Anyway, stop whining, you belong to me now and I can’t stand whining.” “That’s hardly fair!” Jean spoke up. Creed regarded her with a look of patience wearing thin. “A deal’s a deal’s a deal.” “Do we get a chance to fight for his soul?” Jubilee asked pathetically. “Do you think this is some dumb movie? What? You want to play chess or something? Maybe snakes and ladders? This isn’t a game; Logan sold me his soul for me to remove my hand. I’ve done my part, he’ll do his.” Creed’s voice was haughty but he had every right to be, he was bigger, smarter, and a helluva lot better looking than the rest of them. “Please, anything?” “Begging? That’s miserable.” Victor scoffed at them. “I’ll kill you.” Logan threatened lowly. “Ah, you still don’t understand, do you?” Creed snapped his fingers and the other X-men began to disappear, to be relocated in the street they had left not ten minutes ago. “Understand what?” Logan sneered into his face. A hint of fear shone in his eyes as he realized he was alone. “I *am* dead, this is the after-life, I’m your worst nightmare, I’m your fears come true, I am the Devil, and your ass is mine.” Fade to black. END |