Enchanted Luciferse Chapter 1A

Chapter One: Obsidian.

I think I will start up on that blog site I’ve been dying to try, WritePressed. No harm in trying, eh? Ashley thought to herself as she contemplated opening up her laptop for the first time in over a month.

She was in a funk, a writing funk, and it was time for her infamous escape.

You’ll probably fail, like usual.

Yeah, what’s the point? A couple of her alters chimed in via her notorious intrusive thoughts.

I want to fucking do it, okay? She remarked back, momentarily silencing her intrusive alters as she finished logging on to her WritePressed account page, and opened up the editor — and wrote for the first time in what Ashley had felt was forever and a day.

Ah, the headline. The tricky part, always. How about ‘The Introduction & Expectations from @ashwrites666’? she asked one of her less intrusive alters, Alice — essentially her inner writer self.

Sounds good to me, you got this girl! Alice replied, with all the support in the world.

Alright, let’s do this. Ashley smiled.

“The Introductory Expectations from @AshWrites666,”

Welcome to hell.

Her life had always been one more on the painful side of things, without disappointment in ways most could never even imagine…

Welcome to the home page and pinned for the serialized fic blog, The Supernatural Succubus which not only will tell the story of Jasmine, but will also have intermittent IRL updates from yours truly. :)

My name is @AshWrites666, and today I bring to you the start of a story of no ordinary succubus demon, but all the pain, trauma, loss, and every other mystical trials and tribulation she must undergo as a split form succubus demon in a world full of soulless mortals.

Jasmine is one of the most powerful demons in her world, and in fact, she goes by the nickname split due to her rift between her light and dark form selves.

This made our favorite demon Jas, now public enemy number one for every celestial being to come into creation that would match her elemental power levels — though they were always highly unpredictable.

Jasmine, for her entire life on planet Amethyst, typically never had life what some would call an easy one, and she consistently felt as though her life was always working against her, no matter how much good she tried to do.

So what is an extremely powerful demon to do in a world more painful than hell?

Let’s start by talking about where Jasmine had lived her life so far, in a place called the district of the elementals and the soulless where there are nine goddesses and deities who are the powerhouse to the cell that is Planet Amethyst.

They split the nine goddesses within Planet Amethyst up into nomad chapters, though some of them would work together when the universe called for it, or if anything were to disrupt the balance between the soulless and the demonic that walked among one another.

Py, the goddess of fire, ran the nine nomad chapters; Ter, the goddess of the hearth; Lux, the deity of envy and lust; Aro, the goddess of the air; Agua, the goddess of the water; Abadonna, the demon of sex and chaos; Death; Love; and lastly — the deity of desire.

But, behind closed doors, the celestial nomads required something each month, but required something from splits or half-blooded demons, to be able to live up top away from the depths of hell — though it was not always worth the price in Jasmine’s eyes, because of the condescending nature of the soulless district.

Sometimes though? There are exceptions to every rule.

She just had yet to find said exceptions when it came down to the lore or the stereotypes — which almost always seemed to ring true from her experience.

So what was this costly price?

Well, it came in two forms of a fee, which was to be paid on the first of each month by midnight precisely — or risk celestial punishment.

The choices were always the same, pay five thousand muns, or sacrifice a new mortal that has yet to lose their soul to the celestial nomads — and either was acceptable though the latter was preferred and created favoritism within the community with select beings who paid up.

But only if they reside within the core district were they eligible to receive said favoritism within the demonic community, and sacrifices were always repaid upon receipt of the souls — qualifying the payee to be free of payments for the coming month, sometimes longer if the celestial nomads were feeling gratuitous that evening.

However…

If the payee misses a payment or sacrifice, it would warrant all nine of the nomad chapters to come and work together — to find a solution for their problem, and typically will appear before the half-blood responsible, to revoke their abilities at best, or worse yet…

But now, on top of her monthly payments or the stress of a sacrifice, Jasmine must decide and soon in her fucked up reality within the next six months — to choose, or not to choose, to take on her full form — but which side will she become?

Will she give up her shot at being the most powerful demon to walk the streets of the district as her dark self, or will she become tired of her life as she knows it and start anew?

I hope many of my future readers will enjoy this kick-off to my serialized stories and blogs, as writing them really is an escape for me.

Anyway, please do stay tuned for my next post as I will be uploading super regularly, and next time we will look inside the depths of Jasmine’s mind as we follow the journey of her life, split — where she must choose, as one can never have life both ways, and you won’t want to miss this enticing though consequential life story of the half-blooded demon: Jasmine.

Until the next session…

-AshWrites666”

Alright, awesome. I believe that this draft is perfect outside of some tags. Time to publish! Ashley, for the first time in as long as she could remember, was filled with excitement over her first post for her blog — despite all the burning unease she had alongside her confidence.

The blog site she had published to, was one she had spent weeks pondering the creation of — which was no small feat with her level of high standards that typically fell on the unreasonable side for most.

Wait… it’s five fifteen?! What in the hell happened to one o’clock? She exclaimed, as she realized that she was late for her first day at her new job at a club known as The Liquid Psychosis, as one of the top strippers around — or rather would have been since she was over an hour later as a no call no show, and this did not sit right with Ashley nor her realization of the consequences to come as per her norm.

Smooth move, why do you always fuck up your new jobs?

Yeah, you literally don’t even know how to be on time do you? The voices of her alters echoed inside her head, as she wished she could just fucking think, just for a moment — free of the intrusive voices that seemed to always chime in during the times she needed to think the most — and find a solution.

This is Chapter 1A, with the following parts to be posted in the upcoming days — so please let me know what you think of the rewrite of Novel One, Chapter 1A — in my Five-Part Series Enchanted Luciferse out for pre-order now, for my release in just over one month on 2/28/2022!