Alright, so I may or may not have changed the title for Chapter Six. I also ‘may’ (and this is a big may) or may not have just unapologetically referenced one of my all time favorite films. You know what? It’s my story. I do what I want! It’s an independent story that don’t need no man! …You know, besides the writer himself.
In all seriousness, if you’re wondering why I changed the title (or maybe you didn’t notice and are now just confused), it’s because I moved that title over to Chapter Seven! Chapter Six started to get a little long on me. I thought that I could cover all the material in one chapter but with how different thematically the trip to the Rising Sun was from the actual experience while there, and also given how much I had written already for when they arrive at The Rising Sun, I figured I may as well make it two chapters. So good news is you get two for the price of one update! Whoo! I could have released them at different times but I can’t rob you all of that perfect cliffhanger ending in Chapter Six, could I? Have fuuuuuun!
The wind felt wonderful as it rushed against my face. Petra and I were flying across the night sky, hidden just below the clouds as they created a dark background above us. Large gusts of air swept past me quickly, breathing life into my long, dark red wings which had slowly been cramping up. Succubi can hide their demonic features naturally without having to dip into any reserves of power, but we never liked to do it for long. Long hours of blending in was killer on your wings unless you get used to it. Besides when that sorceror let me out to play tonight, it had been awhile since I had to hide amongst humans.
I took the opportunity to glide a bit, coasting on the gusts of wind as they blew me around. I dipped with the wind and then arced back up, feeling the wind push against my outstretched wings and push me back. I flapped hard to gain altitude and then dove down, zooming towards the Earth below, feeling the speed as I continued to draw closer. Finally, I curbed back up, flapping higher until I circled in the air and righted myself. Oh, it had been way too long. I was having so much fun.
Petra, on the other hand, was not looking happy. Though, this may have been a typical look for her as far as I had seen tonight. It did ruin the wonderful mood I had been in, though. She flew with purpose, her white and velvety wings flapping only every now and then to push her forward. In comparison to my free-flying, her style was fitting her mood. Pouting. She turned to me yelling over the wind, “You didn’t have to rip my shirt!”
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