The night was eerily quiet as the moon's pale blue shroud peaked over the clouds as the last drops of rain petered out entirely, even the insects seemed to know not to make a sound, nary a chirp from the crickets nor the shrill of the cicada as they remained underground.

And near the edge of a quiet suburban region bordered by mountainous hills and unkempt forests where wild boars were said to roam, two figures make their move from a darkened alleyway, the crunch of their shoes against the pavement the only thing one could hear in the deathly silence.

It was like the fabled Witching Hour had begun; folklore tales to scare children to bed where demons, spirits and other magical entities roamed the Earth, spiriting away the unlucky caught outside when the supernatural ruled supreme.

But the two men stalking their way down the dimly lit streets showed no such fear, dressed in simple attire that seemed bulky in certain places; containing the tools they’d need to carry out the plan they had spent meticulous weeks planning.

And from the disgruntled expressions they wore on their less-than-pleasant faces, it was surely nothing good.

On the left strode the taller of the pair, his scraggly beard and messy crop of wild black hair making for excellent intimation factor as his beady eyes stared out with malice into the world, his furious breaths condensing into massive plumes of white around his head. The sweatshirt he wore was stained and worn out, the thin fabric clinging to his chiselled pecs and hairy forearms with patches already missing from the wear and tear of time, the equally torn jeans and damaged sneakers with a sock covered toe protruding out of it not doing any favours to his dishevelled appearance

Next to him, a relatively normal fellow shadowed his every step. Being well kempt in comparison to his friend; with his chestnut brown hair kept in a neat crew cut, his calm face well shaven, wearing an ironed out plain white t-shirt that went will with the ordinary trousers that stretched down to the same sneakers his friend sported, only the pair he used looked brand new.

If there were news savvy eyes kept up to date with the happenings around town watching them, then they would know better than to interfere, for they were none other than Chris and Miles, the most notorious criminal pair that operated with no moral code, their reviled acts and famed exploits earning them favours and jobs with international crime families and rumour had it, agents of various governments around the world.

From simple crime like robbery to the extreme end of the pole with murder and even extortion and other unmentionable things, nothing was out of the question for the duo. While Chris, the meat, did the heavy lifting while spending every moment looking for a vent to smash his anger into, Miles was the brain, working out the complicated kinks and issues that had to be ironed out for each one of their runs to be the smashing successes that had earned them their fame.

Together, they were unstoppable, and they knew this very well…

Tonight was no different from their previous rodeos, out on a job from a mobster family that wanted them to steal the fortunes of their rivals so as to teach them a lesson. A simple thing for Miles, a disappointment for Chris.

“Can’t we just…I dunno, smash in the front doors and wreck the place?”

“Heh, nice idea Chris but no, last time I let you do things your way, you ended up almost breaking the hostage…tell you what, we pull this off my way, and I’ll treat ya to whatever ya want for the next week. Deal?”

“Grrr, alright…”

And as the pair approached the clearing in the forest that acted as a natural gateway of sorts, silence falls over them as they get serious, eyeing the ebony roof of the building they had etched into their minds as they strode down the dirt path that led to the gates proper.

But as they pass the threshold leading to the villa they planned to infiltrate. Something changes unbeknownst to the pair of criminals as the starry sky above them vanishes entirely, the speckled surface of the moon barely visible with the naked eye turning into a pale orb reminiscent of a pale pupil, the light it cast as it trailed the pair, masking it’s true appearance as it stalked the fresh arrivals that had unwittingly entered into a nightmarish realm that had seen many visitors in the past, with only a handful ever making it out to tell their tale.

As the wind blows across the empty patch of ground where the two men were last seen, that would be the last time anyone would ever hear of the infamous criminal duo that wrought much pain and grief during their time…

–

Finally approaching the relatively unguarded gates to the impressively large villa, the pair take eye up the lone guard standing still at the gateway, hands placed squarely to his sides as they notice no visible armaments on the belt around his waist.

Tapping Chris on the shoulder as he motions to a patch of soil that bordered the fencing around the villa, the beefy man stabs his fist into the earth, removing a hefty chunk of foundation before peeling away a sizeable portion of the fencing, torn off its hinges with the wet earth still clinging to the metal base, quietly laying the wrecked thing to the base of the bush patch they were currently hiding in much to his partners satisfaction.

And soon, the pair were in, sneaking around the relatively quiet exterior before arriving at the unguarded backdoor, most of the lights being off suggesting that the homeowners were fast asleep.

Immediately getting to work on unlocking the standard locks on the door, scoffing at the absence of a basic digital lock, it isn’t long before the lock clicks with the discovery of the lock's g-spot, the door sliding open silently much to Miles' satisfaction.

“Alright, I’ll head in alone to find the vault, once I do, I'll trigger the beacon.”

Motioning to the matching bracelets on both their arms as Chris lets out a deep sigh, Miles turns around, sneaking in through the open door before turning around to get one last look at his buddy.

“Oh, and be a good boy okay?”

“Ahh fuck you…”

Pushing his way past Miles before shoving the smaller man back outside, Christ turns around triumphantly, bear-like hand gripped around the handle.

“Leave the sneaking to me! I’ll get to that vault no problem!”

Before surprisingly shutting the door with barely a click as the subtle thump of his feet against the floor fades away into the distance.

While Miles wasn’t underestimating his friend’s ability to stay quiet, his tendency to become ‘distracted’ while on the job was still concerning. But when it came down to things, Miles couldn’t really say no when Chris felt like he wanted to be in charge.

Sighing like an abandoned pup outside the home, Miles simply leans back into the brick wall, left to twiddle his thumbs in silence…

–

Whistling silently to himself as he pushes through the narrow doors and into what looked to be the main hall, Chris marvels at the elegant furniture and victorian era architecture as he steps through the dimly lit room, the candles on the walls lending to the aged aesthetic as he inspects the various furniture and items left displayed on the drawers and shelves, careful to keep his shoes planted on the fur matting that dampened his footsteps somewhat.

He wasn’t sure if there was anyone nearby but with how spacious this place was, each step ringing out and bouncing across the open space.

From the dossiers and scouting runs, he knew the family here was massive, numbering at around 8 people along with a handful of other servants and guards, but from what he could see, there was no one around, barely even a hint of activity upstairs as he flipped an ornate mug around in the light, the brass reflecting the orange hue of the candlelight catching his eye.

But the most interesting thing of all was the massive painting that hung above the fireplace, depicting what looked to be a mature beauty posing elegantly for a painting, her attractive features replicated one-for-one on the pristine canvas; her sharp piercing red eyes gleaming in the light as Chris found himself unable to look away, entranced by the supernatural beauty, while he had taken notice of her more ‘demonic’ qualities like the pair of curved horns that poked out from both sides of her head to the long pointy ears she sported, none of that could compare to her amazing eyes.

Never before had Chris felt the primal instinct to procreate consume his entire being as much as it did now. While not being one to shy away from sex and debauchery considering his dark twisted history that he only found solace in, Chris knew deep down that something was wrong here, something dark and malicious pulling strings, their hooks buried deep under his skin the moment he laid eyes on the painting.

But in the end, Chris was just an ordinary human,against the forces of the supernatural, he was of course no match, any attempt at resistance might as well be pointless.

You want her?

The thug simply stood still, even as the seductive disembodied voice rang out around him, burly arms lazing by his sides as he shook his head in affirmation, eyes locked on the painting’s own as rancid drool dripped down his cracked lips and into his beard with his mind now totally devoted to the entity behind the painting.

Do you desire her?

This time, some resistance can be seen as Chris’ brows twitch in suppressed anger, when he himself had never been able to keep his fits of rage in check whenever he was triggered, struggling to regain control as his fingers twitched, palms slick with sweat before the crimson glow emanating from the figure in the painting grows stronger, stunning Chris before he falls limp once more, nodding obediently.

Good~ 

Voice trailing off as the crimson hue in the hall fades away, Chris steps over smoothly to the fireplace, picking up a purple closed box embossed with gold trim as he pries open the lock, brute force snapping the hinges as he simply tosses aside the cover, revealing a master crafted pendant, the single large ruby set into gold gleaming in the light as Chris takes the fine cloth on both sides of the jewel, lifting up his massive head before clasping the silky smooth fabric around his neck, a light click resounding as it snaps into place…

Before the gemstone inlaid on the pendant begins to glow brilliantly, the same crimson glow from the painting glaring violently as Chris throws his head back, eyes and mouth burning with the same fiery red light as he lets out an unearthly howl that sounded like two people screaming; Chris’ own voice being the dominant one with a distinctly feminine underlayer beneath as his arms splay out to both sides, before drastic changes begin to occur to the thief.

Beginning with his haggard face, the massive flea infested beard Chris had personally taken pride in begins to recede in length, cinders burning as the tips of the unwashed beard begin to burn away, revealing an ugly sight of rashes and pimples before that too changes, as his skin seems to heal over, becoming soft and hairless as his tanned complexion washes over with a slight orange hue, with just one look being able to tell anyone how soft and smooth Chris’ skin now was.

And for the thick mat of black spiky hair? The opposite happens as it cascades down his back, turning silky smooth as fire runs up the length of it, cleansing it of impurities, healing roots and granting the midnight black mane a vibrant platinum blonde hue as the tips curl into lovely locks, giving the appearance of wispy clouds.

With a choked cry of pain, Chris’ bones begin to snap and reform, disintegrating before reforming into longer, thinner shapes to accommodate his changing body as muscle and fat burns away, his bodybuilder frame giving way with invisible hands kneading away the ugly muscle.

Until eventually, the formerly tight fitting sweatshirt and jeans he wore now hung loosely off his comparatively smaller frame, frail slender arms twitching where tree trunk sized clubs once were, tipped with well maintained healthy nails over the chipped grime filled ones from before.

While all this was happening, Chris’ mind was on fire, unable to control his own body, unable to stop the changes as a frenzied ice blue flame emerges from the ruby, taking the shape of a woman as she caresses his shivering body, climbing over his shrinking torso as she presses her burning body against his, the clothes that hung loosely off of him bubbling like boiling water as the worn, stained fabric melds into a singular set of cloth, a dark purple dye spreading over the brown blob as a form fitting gown manifests itself over Chris' changed body, an open cut down its front leaving his bare chest exposed as the jeans morph into a frilly black flower that, like the top, parted down the middle to give a good view of Chris’ legs, devoid of muscle and hair as the fiery woman plunges her arms into his chest, the screams intensifying as she pulls them back out, summoning forth a hefty pair of milky tits to fill the empty cups of the dress that are barely enough to cover up the jiggling mammaries as the man’s screams are overtaken by the lustful moans of a woman.

As floral patterns and other strange symbols begin to appear over the dress, knee high stockings slap themselves over his soft calves, accentuating how curvaceous and plump they now were as they cinch at his thighs, ruined sneakers catching alight as violet plumes of fire engulf them before reforming into a simple pair of high heels colored to match her dress, wrapped around tender feet that ended in delicate toes that looked as if they’d never touched the floor.

Soon, all that remained of the criminal was his clean shaven face covered in healed over skin and the still resistant manhood that poked out beneath the long gold hemmed loincloth that hung down the front of the gown, the silky lingerie that had formed beneath the ensemble struggling to get a good grip with its front pushed aside, black tendrils of lacey cloth climbing up the length of Chris porcelain chest as it connects to the cloth binding the pendant tightly around his now shapely thin neck, like the branch of a tree that could snap with the slightest force.

Smiling for what was to come next though,the fiery woman that had been watching silently takes hold of Chris’ pained face, drawing him in for a kiss as both their fire-engulfed eyes meet, Chris’ in shock and the woman in lust as her other hand wanders down with ease thanks to the massive loss in height, stroking his erect member while her tongue wanders down the man’s throat, his facial features losing their gruff edge as wrinkles fade, eyebags recede, lips plumping up into moist cushions, eyes widening as light red pupils take over as the flames fade.

With an enormous spray of semen, Chris hits climax as the last vestiges of his face warp, overtaken by that of another person altogether as the woman parts from her lovely kiss, a high pitched gasp escaping the former man’s lips as she feels something foreign worm it’s way into an unnatural formation deep in her belly, her lean toned core gyrating wildly as uncontrollable moans in a voice not her own escapes her, looking down in wide eyed fear at her partner’s cum coated fingers thrusting in and out of the foreign slit between her slender legs, hips thrusting in response to the erotic sensations of a woman’s vagina, her vagina, being teased and pistoned by a pair of dexterous fingers.

Not even a minute after her first climax, Chris experiences a second, vastly stronger blast of electricity shoot it’s way up to the nub of her sensitive clit, the aching nipples that tipped her lovely breasts and through her shapely back as it arches in shock, an earthshattering scream that sounded like bloody murder echoing through the halls as the newborn woman flops over onto the couch behind her. Bountiful breasts rising and falling with each laboured breath as the fiery woman smiles in satisfaction before fading away.

After a moment of silence, broken every so often by a choked gasp from the lovely new woman still lying dazed on the couch, a pained yell escapes her as she clutches at her temples, groaning as blac calcified growths push her hands aside, stopping once they had grown into long hardened horns that curved gently upward, much like the ones her fearful eyes tracked in the painting before her.

But just before she can think to run, to warn her companion that the place was cursed and that they should just ditch the job, a smokey presence in her head takes her aside, feeling herself plunged into darkness as her consciousness sinks away into the furthest recesses of her mind with her body falling limp, dainty hands by her side, long curvy legs crossed at the knee as vaginal fluids and semen continue to flow down her thighs.

Seconds turn to minutes as time passes, the feminized body of Chris lying dormant and unmoving as the flame from the fireplace casts an ominous light over the scene, like a murder had just taken place, until…

“Ahh…”

As a soft sigh resounds, the limp body of the woman rises up slowly, an ominous red glint in her steely eyes, no longer any signs of emotion or the former man she once was within as she takes on an elegant posture, supernatural pink fire enveloping her as it cleanses her body of any residual fluids from the little accident from before, leaving her clean and proper as she looks around the strange hall she found herself in, shadowy pools of magic forming around her as a creature of darkness rises up beneath her, carrying its demonic mistress like a steed as she fiddles lazily with the umbrella that had lain near the doorway, now spinning idly in her dainty gloved hands.

“It’s been so long…to finally return as flesh and blood…what was that prude even thinking…”

While there was no record left of the being that now inhabited Chris’ body, she had been a relatively powerful human mage back in the medieval era, before making a deal with demons that had corrupted her forever, warping her into a simple demon that had gathered enough strength and mana to grow into a Higher Succubus.

And at the peak of that golden age, she had met a certain being that was said to appear with the arrival of a phantom mansion that only showed itself once a year, influencing her with promises of immortality and greater power should she pledge her services in her name. Until that accursed group of goody two shoes had stormed the manor with her inside, mercilessly cutting her down.

She had thought it to be the end…but here she was, standing, or rather, riding her trusted mount she hadn't seen in so long, with a brand new body to boot.

The reborn Higher Succubus glares up into the ‘night’ sky through an open window, knowing this was a simple recreation of a space in reality…the only being she knew that had this much power…it really had been her then. Clenching her small fists in anger as a stinging pain stabs through her cranium, before fading into a pounding headache.

Rubbing her sore head, it seemed the process for reincarnation was either very rough or incomplete, noticing gaps in her memory polluted by the foul human that had been used to serve as a vessel for her to inhabit. It was a struggle to even remember her own name through the muddled haze of two lives fuming in her head. While she still preferred a good fuck with a worthy human, she felt disgusted at each glimpse of the life the former man led before becoming her.

As if remembering her own name wasnt hard enough, now she had to contend with wondering if that cold harsh personality she seemed to exude was even her own to begin with...

Not one to betray her emotions so easily, a blush settled on her unfeeling face as the brief glimpse of the familiar woman she had crowned her Mistress that day flashed by in her mind from the perspective of the former Chris; of her kissing him…and then proceeding to stuff her cum soaked fingers into her aching pussy, throbbing with need at the memory of it still freshly ingrained in the moist walls behind the soft lace panties clinging to them.

“Damn…her!”

But something else from the memories had caught her attention; of another human that had been partnered with Chris, waiting just outside for a signal. Glancing down at the discarded bracelet on the floor that had slipped off at some point from her body's trashing.

Her pet didn’t need a command to swallow up the thing, gliding silently down the hall and towards the open door where the intruder had entered, its mistress keeping her steely eyes forward as she made her way towards the vague human presence she was beginning to sense with the slow return of her Succubi abilities.

While it wasn’t clear, she had every intent to drain the man dry to fill the void she now felt; the gluttonous hunger of a Succubus, she wasn’t sure she could make it in time before the Mistress she had pledged her eternal service to had her way with him, clicking her tongue in annoyance as her pet slid swiftly down the hallway…

–

“He sure is taking his own sweet time…”

After about ten minutes of waiting, Miles had begun to do a little bit of exploration on his own, assured their cover remained intact judging by how the windows showed no signs of anyone waking to check for disturbances.

Noticing something a fair distance off from the backdoor, Miles drops the pebble he had been playing with as he trudged off the path, walking a fair bit into the forested area where the villa’s lights still shone, revealing a decrepit doghouse left abandoned by the trees.

“Hrm…didn’t know the family kept dogs…or used to...”

After performing a relatively thorough scan of the house through days of scouting and recon, Miles was sure they had every inch of the house covered, thankful that the oversized kennel seemed to be abandoned.

If the family had a dog as big as the kennel suggested, he wasn’t sure they would’ve been able to make it this far in undetected ,much less alive, gulping as he imagined the teeth and claws, unsure if Chris, the lumbering brute of a man, could even take it head on.

But in his thoughts, Miles remained unaware of the approaching figure silently sneaking up from behind, before he felt a rough hand grab the hem of his shirt, as another slaps something hard and stiff around his neck with the clinking of a clasp shutting, the air knocked out of him as fe flies forward.

All in the span of a second as he sees the suited guard from earlier standing right where he had been, a single blue eye gazing right at him.

Coughing as he struggles to climb up to his feet, Miles finds himself unusually weak as he clutches at the tough circle of leather now locked tightly around his neck, the jingle of a tiny metal circlet like that of a dog collar ringing out in his struggle to tear the thing off, only managing to make it tighter as it bites into the unusually soft skin around his neck.

It was only then that he realized that it wasn’t just getting tighter, it was changing him as well after noticing the skin of his knuckles begin to sprout a generous amount of soft black fur…

“W-What the fuck…is this?!”

Letting his hands drop away from the collar as he looks back in fury at the unmoving guard, Miles struggles to stand, resorting to crawling when it looked like his legs couldn’t muster the strength to handle his weight, but with the changes occurring to his body, he could only really drag himself a tiny inch forward before a strong spasm of pain rocks him to a standstill, sweat beginning to drip down his alarmingly smooth skin as body hair fades away, adding to the already hairy forearms and calves he now sported as the extra mass shreds the tight cargo pants that could no longer bear the strain, a black cloud of fur blooming forth as his feet grows razor sharp claws, a loud snap causing Miles to flip over onto his back in surprise as he lets out a pained cry, echoing into the night sky.

But with his exposed back now tickled by the cold grass beneath him and his face looking up into the oddly bright moon, Miles finds himself entranced as his furrowed eyes glaze over in a daze, panting in exhaustion as the changes continue to assault him. He wanted to get his arms around the asshole who did this to him, wanting nothing more than to exact the pain he was feeling now on his target. But the moon…the big yellow ball in the sky that seemed to grow more and more enticing with each passing second…it seemed to call to him, sending calming waves through him as he kept his eyes trained on it, like a reward…

And the longer he stared, the harder it became for Miles to even remember what he had been so angry about, a ditzy high pitched giggle escaping his softening lips as his eyes begin to grow sleek, gaining a seductive slant as red begins to seep into his ordinary brown pupils, cheeks growing rosy and soft as fanged canines begin to grow.

Soon, the pain that had made him feel like going mad had given way to calming pleasure, like a professional masseur rubbing at his aching bones as Miles’ exposed body shook and twitched sensually, glowing skin sparkling in the moonlight as flesh and mass gained from his dissolved musculature spreads across his body, gathering in his tight core, expanding hips to childbearing size, fattening into modestly sized breasts that jiggled with each breath and into his plump thighs while the remainder reinforces the now bulky fur-matted forearms and calves he possessed, human feet bent and broken into a triple jointed limb pulsing with muscle and tipped with sharpened razors.

But before Miles’ hazy mind can reach for the aching fat pink nipple in his field of view, he throws his head back at the sudden alien sensation between his legs, ruffling his newly grown mane of silky smooth black hair as the last traces of chestnut brown fade away, along with the remnants of his testicles as he squeals at the feeling of his former organs slide back up through the newly formed passageway beneath his belly, flanking the warm pulsing womb as estrogen and other hormones begin to pump through her body, inciting urges to fill the empty space between her legs with something, anything.

Wasn’t there…something…hargh…to…howee…speeeak…grrr argh! 

With her IQ plummeting and her memories fading, her human mind gives way to the beast within as her gaze finally breaks away from the moon, Miles could no longer register hostility towards the man that stood staring at her on the cobblestone path, a knowing smile on his face as if he knew, as if he had, what she needed. An animalistic growl rumbling from beneath her slim neckline, crawling on all fours as padded paws bounce off the ground, the only remnant of the former human being the tight boxers that clung to her gyrating hips, threatening to peel off entirely as a massive tail explodes out above her shapely rear, an excited yelp escaping her hungry lips as she continued on toward the man, eyeing the bulge in his pants as she neared.

Before something bursts through the doorway behind them, the emerging presence forcing Miles back on her feet and away from the man as a fearful howl rings out.

“I see I was too late…though I thank you for keeping your word…did you really need to turn this one so quickly?”

Aww, was I that obvious?

With her disguise seen through, the security guard turns to face the blonde haired woman holding an open parasol above her head that seemed to writhe with life, riding a beastly shadow creature as it oozed out the door and towered over them in its full size, myriad eyes focused on the man as his skin flakes and peels off, a bioluminescent glow of mesmerizing blue light brightening the villa exterior as the human facade fades away to reveal a strange blue woman standing where the guard had been only seconds ago, her nubile young body glowing with patterns of the stars and various nebulae as her pale blue eyes narrow into a mischievous look.

The same woman the High Succubus couldn’t help but frown at from her memories.

Feeling better Shamil? I had to do some dirty work getting you all hyped up back there, you were incredibly hard to get awake~

Jerking her slender arms in a provocative fashion, the High Succubus holds back a groan as her cheeks flush red at the memory, running a hand over her belly in shame.

“S-So…Shamil? That’s my name?”

What? Can’t remember what mommy and daddy called you after a couple thousand years asleep?

“SILENCE BIT…*ahem*, Mistress…I wasn’t the one who invented the oh-so-great Reincarnation spell alright? And you starved me of the only food source around here…”

Wow feisty~ And who said that was the only snack in my lovely home…anyway, I’ve got a present for you, say hello to uhh…Mila!

Moving aside to give her space, Shamil moves forward to inspect her ‘present’, eyeing up the spunky werewolf as she presents herself to the High Succubus, hoping to gain favour from the being she knew to be vastly superior to her, cupping her modest perky breasts behind lusciously soft black furred arms as a lusty growl rumbles from behind her kissable lips.

And for some reason, she felt a pang of familiarity run through her as she gazed at the manly visage the werewolf possessed as her bushy tail wagged in anticipation. A keeper for sure.

“Hrmm, she just might do…I see your transformative spells are as strong as ever Mistress…but your naming sense could use some work…I don’t think you mind, do you Julia?”

Nodding vigorously as she lets out an affirmative bark, the werewolf goes to all fours as she crawls up to Shamil, lowering herself from the towering steed to reward her pet with a soft ruffle between her ears, not being able to help the small smile that spread on her lips at how fluffy they felt.

Well it looks like my job here is done…feel free to make changes as and when you like…you are after all, my honored guest. I’ve got others to ‘take care of’ if you know what I mean, ciao~

And with that, the blue lady vanishes in a blip of distorted space, drowning the place in darkness once more as the moon above; in actuality her other eye, vanishes with her departure. The only things left to illuminate the pocket dimension being the pair of red eyes after the door Shamil had sent flying smashed into the large decorative lamp at the edge of the villa.

“Tsk, couldn’t even be bothered to leave us a candle…”

But turning her head back to the happy yelping coming from beside her, Shamil notices the faint glimmer of something, eyeing the steady trickle of fluids leaking out from the ill fitting boxers Julia had around her hips, whining with a fierce blush on her face, needy eyes staring into her own.

“*Sigh*…come Julia, let’s get you cleaned up with a nice change of clothes…then we’ll see about tending to your other needs…and my own~”

With an excited bark, the newborn werewolf and her mistress make their way back inside the villa, silence falling back over the area once more…

Soon, the news of Chris and Miles’ disappearance had become front page news, the people celebrating the end of the duo’s terrible crime spree.

Alongside the good news, rumours and talk on web forums had begun to spread of a certain place you could reach if you followed a certain ritual when the clock struck 3 in the wee hours between dawn and the dead of night, of a lonely villa surrounded by an endless forest, home to a being people couldn’t decide was a vampire, demoness or even a werewolf, maybe all three even.

Sometimes you didn’t even need to follow the steps, with people claiming to have gone down alleyways before finding themselves along the same dirt path repeated in multiple accounts. Thankfully, they were just rumors…

But you never know when you’ll step through a doorway or gate, only to find yourself somewhere you’ve never been before, so take care if you ever  find yourself down that same muddy path flanked by endless maple on a moonless night. And if you happen upon a striking beauty with red eyes while finding a way out?

Well, that’ll be a story for another day…

THE END