The word came unbidden. She didn't know how she knew. But the moment she saw this creature, the knowledge was just... there. Downloaded directly into her consciousness.
The succubus's smile widened. "It seems my subconscious memories are bleeding into yours." Her voice was like honey—sweet, thick, coating everything it touched. "Creating confusion. Though at least it's good you have the data. The consciousness transfer is a bit... messy."
Elara took a step back. The water resisted, thick as syrup. "You're... you're not me."
"Obviously not, dear."
"Then—" Elara's voice trembled. "Then who are you?"
The succubus moved. Each step created ripples that spread outward, distorting reality. She approached slowly, deliberately, like a predator stalking wounded prey.
Her hand extended—long fingers, sharp nails painted the same crimson as her eyes.
"That doesn't matter," the succubus purred, her hand reaching for Elara's face.
