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Tim hadn’t been in the local bar for a minute when he spotted her—the young, thin, long-haired brunette in the long blue dress with a slit down the back, sitting alone with her pink drink. Suddenly, he realized that she’d already been staring at him when his eyes met hers.

He ordered a whiskey on the rocks at the end of the bar nearest the door, checked his dark hair and admired his boyish good looks in the mirror behind the bar, then sauntered, like a peacock, toward the brunette at the other end. Marty Robbins’ Devil Woman started on the jukebox.

“I’ve never seen you around here,” he said, admiring her brown eyes and high cheekbones. She smelled like a garden of exotic flowers. “Buy you a drink?”

“Oh, I’ve been here once or twice before, but that was a long time ago. And my drink is full.”

“Yeah, I see that now. You were here a long time ago? You look like you’re barely twenty-one.”

“And you look like you’re married.”

He noticed her looking down at the pale circle on his left ring finger.

“Is that a problem?” he asked, switching his rocks glass from his right hand to his left.

“Not if it isn’t for you.”

“You’re not married?”

The woman laughed like she’d heard the funniest joke ever told.

“What’s your name?”

“Lily,” she said, calming down.

“I’m Tim.” He watched her stir her drink, never taking a sip, as she just sat there, never wavering her eye contact.

“And what do you do, Tim?”

“I own a small investment company. Any more details would just bore you.”

“Well, I just wanted to know if you had a good insurance policy.”

“Why?” Tim asked, a little suspicious of the beautiful stranger.

“I assume that you and I are going to get a room very soon, and I just wanted to make sure that your wife would be okay. I mean, should anything happen to you.”

“What the hell would happen to me?” Tim’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I’ve been known to be a little more than men can handle.”

“Oh, I’m sure I can handle you,” he said, cocksure. “And she’ll be fine. She’s got family who can take care of her.”

“Really? No money. I’m surprised. That’s a nice suit you’re wearing. It wasn’t cheap.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t have any money. I’ve got money. In fact, there’s an account my wife knows nothing about.”

“Hmm. Well let’s see if you can handle me,” she said, brushing her hand against his crotch as she rose from her seat. “You ready?”

“Sure. Your car or mine?”

“I didn’t drive.”

Tim grabbed Lily’s hand and led her out of the bar. He glanced down, for a second, feeling the intense warmth of her hand, then back up, smiling.


“Relax,” Lily said, motioning for Tim to recline on the bed after she had disrobed him. The tall brunette then proceeded to undress herself.

The best night ever, Tim thought as Lily straddled her nude body on top of his.

“Now,” she began, “this may hurt a little.”

“Oh, make it hurt, baby.”

Lily spread her arms out and looked toward the ceiling. She clenched her thighs together, and the bed quaked, as a magnificent, monstrous pair of red and black bat wings sprouted from behind her back.

Tim writhed in pain, struggling to move out from under her, but was unable to budge either himself or Lily. Every muscle that he obsessively worked to define and tone was useless. All he could do was lie there as the metamorphosis progressed.

Her great wings having unfurled until they stretched from wall to wall, Lily’s skin began to change appearance and composure. What once was soft like orchid petals, now was raised as dark-green scales, dotted with small, black horns, covered her leather-skinned body. Her long, dark hair drew up until not a thread remained. Long, black claws protruded from her wretched hands and feet. Her once sweet garden scent had been replaced by the odor of a dead fish pulled from a dirty river.

Finally, she lowered her head, her glowing blood-red pupils, encircled by silver-glistening irises, penetrating Tim’s fearful gaze. A forked tongue slithered out through the rows of sharp teeth as her grotesque mouth opened to speak.

“Do you know what I am?” she hissed.

“A monster!” Tim screamed. “Help! Somebody help me!”

“I love it when they scream,” Lily said, looking again heavenward. “I am a succubus. I am vengeance.”

“A what? What do you mean? I never met you before.” Tears rolled down as he fought violently to no avail. The more he struggled, the more the tiny horns protruding from her pricked his nude body like a thorn bush. The succubus cackled.

“I am female vengeance. Not vengeance for me, mind you—for your wife. Against your philandering ways.” Lily clapped her hands together, laughing.

“I don’t understand.”

“When you left your home tonight on another one of your many conquests, your wife, Nancy, excuse me, your pregnant wife, Nancy, sent a tearful prayer up to God.” She leaned down, closer to him, her snake-like tongue sliding over his face. “Unfortunately for you,” she whispered, “I’m the one that heard it.”

Lily tightened her thighs more. Tim felt the searing heat coming from her pelvic area, getting hotter the longer he stayed inside. She dug her front claws into his chest, around his heart, and her rear claws to the top of his feet and out through the bottom.

“Somebody, please! Help!” Tim felt, and saw, a ripple under his flesh as a wave of intense heat moved through his blood from his feet to his head.

“I don’t mind you screaming,” she said, her wings folding forward in front of her, the black, bone-like tips combing Tim’s hair. “I feed off it. Besides, no one can hear you, including the young man getting ice from the machine right outside the door. All he can hear is wild, passionate, unbridled sex taking place. He hears what you came here for.”

“Please,” he yelled, feeling his semen boil, “I’m sorry. I have a family. I have money. Millions. I can pay you.”

He felt her jagged claws reach deeper into his chest, scraping his erratically pumping heart.

“You’re sorry? You have a family? You should have thought about them before tonight. And as far as the money goes, I know how much you have. I can read your thoughts. I know where it is and how to get it. But I have no need for that which you believe to be so valuable.”

“I love my wife.”

“You are not able to conceive of love.”

Tim felt a searing heat within his torso, his organs seemingly engulfing in flames. Her claws slowly began inserting into his left and right ventricles.

“Please. My heart.” Tim gasped and wheezed. His eyes sealed shut from the pain.

“Oh, honey. You have to have a heart to have a damaged one.” Suddenly, Lily jerked her hands out of Tim’s chest, bringing his heart with them, killing him instantly. She bent down, peering inside. “Nope. I don’t see one in there,” she cackled.


Nancy shuffled as quickly as she could to the knocking door.

“Tim?” she asked, opening the door to the bright sun.

“No, I’m sorry, I’m not Tim,” said the dark-haired woman in the blue dress, standing on the front porch. “But I did know your husband, and he wanted you to have this.”

“What is it?” asked Nancy, taking and unfolding a piece of paper.

“It’s a secret account. An account that contains a lot of money. Tim won’t be returning.”

“I don’t understand. Where’s my husband?” Nancy cradled her large belly.

The stranger turned to leave.

“Who are you?”

“My name,” began the brunette, “is Lilith. Take care of your son. Teach him how to treat the woman he loves.”

“How did you know what I was having?”

Lilith gave Nancy a wink, spun around in her high heels, and walked away.

18 Responses so far.

  1. Avatar of Sonal Pandey Sonal Pandey says:

    Ooo.. very Jigsaw (The Saw Series). Devil teaches the bad guy a lesson. Nice :)

  2. Chris says:

    I like a short story that’s compelling, gets to the action quickly and has characters that I can care about immediately. This one hits on all cylinders. Nice job.

  3. Avatar of stephanie says:

    If you like this story and want to read more of Greg Hair’s writing, you should check out his book Werewolf (available on Kindle for .99) or become a fan of Greg Hair(Author) on facebook.

  4. Chanchal says:

    i agree with “Chris”
    ( I like a short story that’s compelling, gets to the action quickly and has characters that I can care about immediately. This one hits on all cylinders. Nice job.)

  5. Ginger says:

    I thought it was great! I love to see bad guys pay the price for thier actions and a positive outcome! Another great read Greg! Thanx!

  6. Avatar of Greg Hair Greg Hair says:

    I want to thank everyone for their wonderful comments and ratings. I truly appreciate it. I’ve submitted another story, a much different one, and am working on a follow-up to that one. If you’d like to see what I can do with a novel, check out Werewolf, available on Amazon. The second book in my Werewolf trilogy, Werewolf: Ascension, is due out soon.

  7. How’d you come up with this idea is what I wonder. Nice one. I wondered what the wife’s prayer was though.

  8. Avatar of Greg Hair Greg Hair says:

    Robby, so sorry that I’m just now responding to your question. I got the idea from a number of friends on Facebook who kept mentioning their philandering spouses/boyfriends. So, in a way, I have the husbands’ cheating ways to thank for this story.

  9. Avatar of corey says:

    definitely my favorite one of the short stories

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