My name is Abaddon. Dagon Abaddon . I am here to give you pleasure, and nothing but pleasure …
His voice is lost in the last shadows of your dream. You know that dream well: the dream that exhausts your being, but leaves you restless, and hungry for more. You also remember it well: legs wide spread, your back arched to push your pelvis up, your breasts hard as rocks, with pointy nipples, still longing for his touch. You also remember how heavy he felt on top of your body, how you couldn’t move without his permission. And you do not care to learn his name, but you do want him back. You want more of that delicious abandon, without knowing, that, in fact, more of that would be the end of you.
While most incubi would take you just to feed, then take all of you without remorse, the one you were lucky enough to visit you last night had to feed on you, but did not want all of you. He probably hoped to find what he was searching for: thousands of years of longing for the perfect mate, that human female to complete him. A few years aside a being-so-perfect would render him happy, would give him a purpose beyond the mere legends that turned his magnificent powers into the stuff of nightmares and religious bias.
Consider yourself honored that Abaddon chose you: you are that beautiful. You may remember it as a dream, but what you think you were dreaming, was the true touch of the incubus. If it weren’t for the dream you think you had, you would just go shower, then go on with your day, morning rituals and all. But, now, you have to remain under the sheets, recalling his piercing black eyes and the feel of his long blond hair on the silk of your bosom. Suddenly, the memory of his hand cupped around your left breast, and the voice that whispered “Let me in!” become lucid. It’s like he never left. He is still there, in his true form: black bat-like wings and all, a memory that will linger on.
This is the curse of the incubus: the longing for his touch will torture you incessantly, more than the fear of the unknown. Few women on Earth have lived to experience the sweet agony you are in. But alas, after the touch of the incubus, no other touch will ever do, and your next mates will never be enough. It will take great will power for you to be happy in the arms of a mortal man, that is, if you will ever be allowed to touch anyone else but the incubus who possessed you last night.
What was so special about that guttural voice that whispered your name? What was so special about those ebony eyes that seemed to scrutinize deep into your soul? You do recall how crazy with pleasure he made you, and the fear you felt when he spread his dark wings above you subsides compared to the ecstasy of the kiss that followed. “Enough, now,” he said when it was all over, kissed you gently, and left out the window. You saw him flying away, then you turned back to sleep, convincing yourself, for a brief moment, that you were just dreaming.
“Come back,” you hear yourself whispering, not knowing that you are damning your very soul, inviting back in your life a cruel, relentless master, who will torment you without remorse, till the life force leaves your body. He promised you “pleasure, and nothing but pleasure,” but his existence is a tale of carnal lust meant to enslave your spirit to his will, unless you find a way to resist him now.
The being of angelic beauty that possessed you in your sleep is a demon, and, although he frightened you, this time he was gentle. He feeds on sexual energy, more than he feeds on dreams, and soon, he will take you while awake… over and over again, till you are all drained out, and he no longer has use of you.
So run to your church and confess, pray and bring back a priest to purify your home with Holy Water. You may still stand a chance, if your Faith turns stronger than the will of the incubus.
Alas, this is Dagon Abaddon, one of the most powerful of all incubi in existence, a merciless creature in essence. Perhaps, if you learn his story, you will find a way to make him release you before it’s too late.