Vlad's Secondary Magic Training [Private]

No, I won't fall for this again, I'll always see behind your smoke and mirrors. I know you love me deep inside, your simply caught up in

 
Marceline had rushed over by his side, though it seemed he had disregarded that. He had not really noticed, perhaps he was a bit too distracted by the pace in which things moved. Having heard all of this, none of it would make sense until he was on the ground. Cold... It's cold... He though to himself. It seemed this was the end, and the last few things that crossed his mind were the things he had ignored; her tears. The way she seemed to panic when the whole ordeal occurred. She actually cared for him. That was unexpected. That was something he couldn't forget. It annoyed him that he had simply ignored the tears, and the pleas. He should have listened, even if only to comfort her.

If he could, he would let out a light sigh. Looking at the female, it seemed she was a bit of a sadist? Well, that was fine. Moving his hand up, he would poke her cheek; though, that was all the energy he had left in him. As he passed on, it was a cold embrace; something he held no fear to. He knew what was in store for him; he knew where he would go. He was prepared to face those who he had killed. In all honesty, he expected it. He had no remorse, nor any regret, for what he did. He had his motives, and he stayed true to them. Wait, something was off; he felt a warmth pulling him back. 

His eyes shot open, he was back. Lurching forward, he would grab Marecline by the cheek. "You are something else, you know that? I accepted my death. I don't mind dying dear, please do not taunt me." He chuckled, leaning in and kissing her. "Honestly, now, please do talk to me. I do wish to know more about you; and now I could even say myself. Please?" He urged her, now moving forward. 

Such an aura would surround this girl, when she was just on the verge of tears. "So, very, interesting..." He marveled, looking her over. "Well, a few things make sense now..." He laughed, walking over to the female, sitting beside her. "I don't really mind, so speak!" This is what he would say, though something was tingling him. His chest? What was going on? Moving his hand up to his neck he felt no pulse; well, he did die... But wait. This was not the feeling. That was simply a cold feeling that overtook his body. No, this was something more; it felt as though it was a primal desire. Something that brought the human race this far. No, that still wasn't right. It was much stronger. A desire that he couldn't simply ignore. This was a fundamental piece of his existence. Looking over to Marceline his eyes would begin to wander.

Looking her over it was as though he was looking at her for the first time; her voluptuous breasts, and fine ass all stood out. Rubbing his eyes, he looked away. The fuck is wrong with me? Wait.... she is a succubus... No way, it can't be.... Looking over to Marceline his mind was filled with a mixture of the memories of the sensual, heat filled acts they just committed and fantasies. The lines began to blur, he was beginning to lose himself to it. Smirking, he would look over to Marceline. "Underdog? Useless? Pathetic? You address me as these things?" He chuckled, moving over to face the female. 
   
Carnal desires; something that he could no longer resist. Something that was simply whispering into his ear, egging him forward. His body couldn't lie. Moving forwards, he would lean in. Grabbing her by the ass he would fall forward. Now, laying atop Marceline, he would hesitate. What, exactly, am I doing? He began to think to himself, though the thoughts were quickly erased by this urge that filled his body; it shook his very core. No, it was his very core. How could he resist the essence of what he was? This was all something that Vlad was still unclear of. Could one resist the urges? How did Marceline do it?

Leaning in grazing his lips against hers, he would move his head to the side; now, whispering into her ear, "Tell me, how does one resist such... Carnal... desires?" His voice was shaky, as though it was teetering between two different options; this was the best he could do. 

Moving his head downwards, he would simply rest it on her shoulder; holding back was all he could do right now. Having two paths laid out before him he felt as though either would be fine; it seemed that both would lead to the same ending. No, this is simply a sense of security... He was lost. How did one simply adapt to a change such as this in a short period of time? Surely it wouldn't be easy, but it could be done. "Pathetic? Useless? No, I am a survivor. I will change things." He said these things as though they were something that could alter the truth; change the very fabric of the existence he found himself in. Turning his head, he would simply look up at her. 

No, I won't fall for this again, I'll always see behind your smoke and mirrors. I know you love me deep inside, your simply caught up in

 
Despite how he had reacted, Vlad was a prideful man; having been taken back by the confusion it seemed he had needed a catalyst to snap him out of his confused state. How could he have allowed himself to be so swept up by the flow of things that he had forgotten who he was? A man who cared not for the opinions of many others; a man who felt that most were beneath him; a man who believe in the simple truth that this nation was corrupt; a man who was as narcissistic as he was beautiful. This was his true nature. He was not a person who would be fearful over death! Who would? Death was simply another journey he would face, though only when it was his time. Marceline had quickly changed; having acted in a very cute manner, it disappeared. Simply moving her face as he poked her face was the first indicator. Well, this was something that made more sense. She was not, usually, a caring person. Succubus? Hm... That makes sense. He thought to himself, though it seemed she was already diving deeper and deeper into the history of the species; this was all the past. Lilith did not effect his current situation, at least not directly; sure, she was the thing that allowed for this situation to occur, but that was not a bad thing. So, that was death... Very dull... I don't see what the big deal is...

Listening to the female it seemed he began to understand his situation; to forever be filled with these desires. Well, these were things he often thought of anyway; this, however, felt like a necessity. It amplified what he desired. What he would fantasize about when he first laid eyes on a female that he found to be attractive; a decently sized, voluptuous, pair of breasts; a round ass. If he really though on this, they were traits of Marceline. Well, it would explain why these urges were so strong at the moment; his new body. His new soul. It simply projected the truth of this desire. He wanted to fuck her. Plain and simple. This was the power of a succubus, the power of an incubus; revealing the true desires of those around them. Being able to lure in any person they chose, it was an easy tactic. Luring them in with your voice, causing them to want you so badly they go insane. Simply speaking to the person could cause their demise; this was something that brought a smirk to his lips. He now began to imagine what things would have been like if he had this gift earlier. Torturing a person, and having them still lust after you. Amazing. The number of opportunities this offered was enumerable. He was excited, he couldn't wait to use these new abilities of his.

Vlad suddenly watched as the female transformed it something new; something he had never seen before. Having been kicked off the female, he was now on the ground. Listening to her words, there were a few things that he came to realize. She had a relatively low self-esteem for a person of her caliber. She called herself an ugly creature, but that confused Vlad. What he saw was something akin to beauty. Sure, it was in a different form, but it was beautiful none the less. This is when he realized he was still on the ground, and he simply allowed her to continue. It seemed he had a long road ahead of him; he would have to learn of the abilities this new form granted him, the rules of living as an incubus, and the simple characteristics of the species. It was an entirely new world to Vlad, and he was very excited to be a part of it. Immortality. He now had enough time to do whatever it was that he pleased to do. Allowing her to finish her monologue he would begin his own retort to her actions.

Standing up, brushing the dust off of himself, he simply looked at her. Running his hand through his hair, he seemed to be thinking; it was rather difficult. Images of what they were doing continually flooded his mind; forcing his desires to the surface. He would not let them get a hold of him, at least not without a fight. "What nonsense do you speak, Marceline? You say that you are an ugly creature, but what I see standing before me is beauty. While it may not take the form of a human being, you are beautiful nonetheless. I presume this life is about accepting yourself. Sure, you must learn to..." He stopped for a moment, thoughts of pushing Marceline to her limit flashed through his mind; he simply slapped his cheek, looking away; looking into the darkness, he could concentrate on it. The nothingness it offered. "Where was I? Ah, yes. You must learn to accept your desires, and control them. Accept what you are, and live on? Is that not what this is? What this will be? The simple act of survival." He stated, confident in what he had been saying.

Taking a step forward, Vlad would be a bit bold. He knew she held the key to teaching him all about this new lifestyle; of how he would be forced to live. "I hope you will help me learn to adapt to this new lifestyle. I am sure there is plenty for you to reach me, in fact, I think you'll enjoy it. I'm sure we will enjoy each others company! We get along so well. I do need some sort of guidance in this endeavor!" He stated, taking another step forward. Looking her over nothing but lust overtook his mind, but he attempted to suppress that. "I have never, actually, devoured a soul. I have only ever destroyed them. Perhaps I should stop that..." He chuckled, walking forward, now returning to how he had originally been. A mere inches between the two he began to speak in a lighter tone, a more assuring one. "We could have so much fun together. What do you think? There would only be a few things I would request. The first being you never say that you are an ugly creature. You, truly, are not. You hold a splendid beauty, and I enjoy it. The second would be to teach me of your world. Our world. What do you say?" He asked, looking into her eyes. Perhaps this would help deepen the bond between the two. This, however, pushed him over the edge. It seemed he was only able to stave off this desire for so long. He was truly entertained by the images that ran through his mind and he allowed one to come forward. Placing his arm around her wait, he pulled her in. "What do you have to lose?" He whispered, interested in how she would reply.

No, I won't fall for this again, I'll always see behind your smoke and mirrors. I know you love me deep inside, your simply caught up in

 
Were the sins of your father yours to bear? What was the past of a species when compared to the history of the universe; what was age in a world where the immortal existed. These were all things that Vlad found no merit in even considering; who cared for he past? If it was not his own, then it meant little to nothing to him; he was the man who would change the future, not alter the past! It was these thoughts that would alter his mind; alter was too strong a word; these thoughts always crept in the recesses of his mind, it is not as though they did not exist! These thoughts were merely those he kept close to himself, they were things he felt others did not need to know; even if they did, who would truly care? It is not as though they had the same gall as him! It is not as though they could act on these thoughts anymore than he could! Origins, creation, these were things that all people had; all beings had; all demons had. Creation was one and the same as destruction; one led to the other, and it was obviously welcomed. Creation, and chaos; Chaos came before all of creation; Vlad would even say chaos is creation and destruction in harmony; it is all that the universe is. This, however, is neither here nor there.

It seemed that she seemed to love to talk of their past, though Vlad did not understand why! Sure, it was important to understand your roots, and to appreciate them, but it was not everything. While you were your fathers son, you were your own person first and foremost. Was she unable to comprehend this simple fact? They often say, "To each their own." Was what she considered her own the past? Was she trapped in a past so dark that she simply looked at these stories of creation and held them so dearly, as to avoid it? Well, whatever her reason may be, he was not fond of it. He did not care much for the death of the man. He was not someone he knew, nor was he that man. It was something that happened, because it had to happen. It was over. It is in the past. 

Standing; it seemed this was what she would focus on at this point. Standing between the two of them, what relationship they had. Was this even a relationship? Was this not just a fleeting moment that the two of them became swept up in? It seemed that there was a plethora of plausible reasons for all of this. It seemed what would, really decide, this was the way the two would proceed. Vlad was not in the position to choose much at the moment, he had realized that she would be helping him through this trying time, though he sensed that she was not very interested in doing such; she had her own agenda, just like the rest of the world; well, it is not as though he had expected anything more. She was still a person that he enjoyed, and would continue to enjoy. It was with this that he realized something; his urge was coming under his command. Well, it was something that felt amazing; not having to be a slave to his own carnal desires! How about that!? 

It was as this crossed his mind that he could feel his body quickly turn hot; it seemed something was out of the ordinary. Why was he constantly feeling ill!? It was becoming bothersome! First he falls on his ass, then he dies, then he feels like shit! This was ridiculous and he did not see a need to experience it all, alas, he was not in control of what he would experience; he could not stop it from coming forth. Cracking noises would be heard; it seemed his body was taking on a new form, something he had no idea of. What was happening to him!? Letting out a slight moan, the skin on his forehead would move upward, before turning into horns. It seemed this was his appearance as an incubus. The whites of his eyes turned black, and the once hazel eyes turned red; this was his Incubus form. This was how his desires animated them self, and how his soul would be unleashed. Was this the proper explanation? Even he did not know.

As this all occurred Marceline was still busy with her own speech on what she was, what they were and how they should treat each other; these things meant next to nothing to him at the moment; he was more concerned with why he felt so different, why he felt so much more powerful, why he felt as though he could destroy, conquest, and utterly command anything he pleased; why is it that amongst all these feelings he couldn't help but get distracted by her body. Was this the life an incubus led? One with such tremendous power, though a look at the opposite sex is able to distract them; drawing them in until nothing else was observable. Sure, he was still listening, but it was not processing. It was as though he was being drawn into an abyss with no way out; it was a black hole for thoughts. 

He had to be able to avoid this; to train himself to stay focused, even with a female around him. This had to be possible. It must be, though he was not thinking of this; he could only think of a plethora of lewd thoughts; thoughts that would prove he was now a demon of lust; this demon of lust, however, was just as proud; his pride would be what could save him from this situation he found himself in. 

He would not allow this simple distraction to lead him off the path he had worked so hard to obtain; he could already tell the monstrous effects this would have if he was unable to condemn this damned distraction to hell; he would endure this! He would be triumphant, like all other times he had needed to be!

"Well, is this normal!?" He exclaimed, it seemed she had just finished speaking as he exclaimed this; Well, he meant no disrespect, he was merely curious as to why he was changing, though it was to be expected; he was no longer human! It is not like he disliked this feeling, he simply needed to know what it meant for him and his future as an incubus. Would it be an advantage? Was this something not many could achieve? What, exactly, could he do in this form? Could he revert back? He assumed that this would not be a long term problem, but what did he know!? It could last for all of eternity, and he would not be the wiser; this was something that was already growing on him. He was beginning to like this feeling, this power. Sure, he could do amazing things already, but this pushed him over the edge into the powers of a legend; he could alter the fate of so many with this type of power; he could slaughter so many. He could finally change the world, gain the title he deserved. 

"Please, do enlighten me on what it means for me; how will this effect my life! What shall happen to my body? Will it ever revert? These are the questions I would like answered! Of course we may help each other! I love to learn about this stuff! I am eager to know what is going on! Please do tell me, I wish to know it all. Knowledge is power and I love to know it all!" His tone was rather calm, though his eyes depicted what excitement he held with this new adventure! It was exhilarating. "Please, do continue!"