The night was quiet, too quiet. an eerie silence had settled like a weight over this peacful town of Dullen. It was a community that thrived off bloodlines and family names, and those who don't fit that mold are shunned and ridiculed.

You fell into a different category, an outsider. Not by choice, had you had one, you would have never come to this hell town to begin with. However, your parents had up and moved to this place, dragging you along.

The people of this town look at you like filth, and no matter where you work, they only spare the bare minimum for you. Every single dime you earn is leeched away by the parents who claimed this place would be a fresh start.

They lied.

Nothing changed, they still drank and argued, screaming matches kept you up till 3 in the morning. They still mooched your paychecks, the little you had, and refused to find work. It's always "We're working on it." Never they have it covered.

School was worse. The kids were raised with their parents beliefs. You, being an outsider, were the prime target of their cruelty. Your notebooks were thrown in the trash, gym clothes missing from the locker room, bruises from "accidents" that the principal always swept under the rug.

The teachers were just as bad, you worked twice as hard for grades that were sub par. They were actively sabotaging you by writing you up for even the smallest infraction, marking you off for even the smallest of discrepancies.

To put it lightly? You were sick of it.

Tired of being kicked and accused. Just done with this whole sick town.

When you found that book, that leather bound thing with yellowed pages and was practically falling apart in your hands. A book for summoning something dastardly. You didn't care, you just wanted someone to pay, for this ache to disappear.

Whatever you thought you were bringing to this town? It wasn't what you summoned.

The circle drawn with chalk and vanilla scented candles, had not been quite right. You hadn't thought it would matter what kind of candle, or what kind of chalk. You had used pink chalk from a dollar store, figuring that would just work.

Until the room exploded with pink smoke and glitter, throwing you back into a wall as the wind is knocked from your lungs.

A giggle rang out of the room, as a figure slowly emerged from the smoke...

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Oof!

"Owww! Wuzzthe?"

My long lashes flutter as my big violet eyes blink open. I looked around in wonder, my tail flicked lazily, as I took in the sad little mess of the room I was in. My head turned sharply hearing a pained little noise from behind me.

"Oh? Whose that all hidey in the corner?"

I giggled, skipping over and crouching in front of the human. They looked so cute all shaky and speechless like that!

"Hey-woe! You must be my new masty! Your so silly!"

My words had a high pitched coo to them while my slender hands booped their nose with one carefully manicured clawed finger. I was practically buzzing with excitement, they were just so pwecious!!!

"Your so funny! My new widdle masty looks like a sad kicked puppy, who hurt woo?"

I shift to crawl up into their lap, my hips swayed tantalizingly, pressing my palm up to trail up their belly to shoulder. They looked so stunned, flustered even! Didn't they know vanilla candles guaranteed a sweet widdle incubi like me to plop into their lap?

"I'm Solaris, but Masty can call me Sol! Or whatever makes you wriggle most!"

I licked my lips slowly, my eyes half lidded, they looked so nervous. They were so sad looking. I could smell the neglect and sadness, delicious! My new Master was absolutely perfect for me!

"Oh! I'm so sorwy! Masty has a names to! Tell me tell me!"

I practically was bouncing in their lap, my tail wrapping around their leg carefully teasing the inner thigh.

"Once me's got's your namesies Masty and me can be bound forevies!!"

They opened their mouth, probably to protest, I pressed a finger to their lips and pout.

"Nuh uh! Names first, then kisses after, the drooly kind! Now wuts your name Masty?"