(Sequel to Jack's Lament *the story about the succubus claiming she was going to make a plan to destory the king yike*

Why did I start crying writing this hello

The music makes the experience 90% better btw)

Something ugly in you, you also saw in me

When Maven first saw you in a physical form, you had a hood to hide your face. A servant opened the door for you, as they welcomed you into the home. The rain outside was harsh as it pounded against all four walls confining you and Maven into the same building. Maven approached you with curious fingers, asking you what you wished for him. And when you took off your hood, his heart stopped. You were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. You were so beautiful that it made him question you immediately. What does a pretty lady want in this castle?

When you made eye contact with Maven, you felt a feeling deep inside of your soul that you hated. There was something about him that just reeled you in. It's like there is something about him that you are the same. But he's a human, and you're a monster, so there should be no relation. 

Guess we're infected with the same disease

"I just want shelter from the rain," you lie as you lean your head down, trying to make yourself seem helpless. Maven tries not to fall for your charm as he stands tall. He doesn't have a strong reason to deny you access to an extra bedroom. A part of him knows to not allow this, but something about you just reeled him in. But he's a prince, and you're a commoner, so there should be no relation.

"Of course, I'll be happy to aid you," he lies also. He puts his hand out for you to take, and you do slowly. His gloved hands grip your hand softly as he leads you down the halls. 

Well, I could be your girl and you could be my baby

And as he leaves you in front of your room, you make sure to smile extra sweetly. That was the start of your relationship. You would have done this the way you wanted, through his dreams, but you realized that he lacked that. The first time you tried that was the only time it was possible. Like you opened something up in his mind that was quick to shut back off. So now you stand in front of him, your hand still being held in his as he looks into your eyes. You still play the role of innocent as you take your hand away from him, blushing as you thank him politely. He is left breathless from your touch, wondering why his breath was suddenly pulled from him so quickly.

Have a habit of ruining everything

Maven satisfies your red, beating heart. With all of the men you've swooned over the many years you've been alive, Maven has been interestingly different. Not only can you not go into his dreams, but he completely lacks the proper mind for you to impel. But a part of you doesn't want to go for him. He is different from the other men. He means something to you. It's an odd thing you hate to admit, even to yourself. But you have to do this, it will be the best thing for you, you shouldn't care about whether it is for him. 

We're the same, we're both rabid animals

You watch over him as he sleeps. He's like a ghost, completely unmoving and gone. He's not nearly as dead as he is when he sits on the throne. You've seen him there, surrounded by his anxious-pressured silent stone. It's so worthless. Things will still be able to get into his head with it. But it does block off one thing for you, his heartbeat. Every time he walks the halls, you can hear his alive heartbeat like you hear everything else. But on that throne, it's silent. It scared you at first, but you got used to it after a mere second once you realized the silent stone. It's still the creepiest thing you've ever seen. 

But after following around Maven, both physically and spiritually, you noticed why you feel so connected to him. He's just like you. The way he talks his way out of and into situations and the way he won't hesitate to lie. It's so charming. Like looking into a mirror. Watching Maven has become less of a pattern and more of a scheduled event. 

Think sad things at night, we know no control

"The rain was not stopped," you place your hand on the window. Your hot fingertips cause steam to rise from the contrasting cold window. Quickly, you pull away. It has been over a week and you have not left. And Maven hasn't proposed that idea, either; he wants you to stay. Your presence is like one of an angel, completely angelic and peaceful.

Maven looks at you, his heart pounding in his ears. The rain continues, your ghostly presence refusing to stick your hand outside for Maven to see the rain fly through you. As long as Maven thinks you're human, you are happy to stay in the castle. 

"I like it that way," he admits. You put a hand on your heart, trying to stop it from feeling the way it does. Everything he says affects you in a different way. You stop your thinking, trying not to overthink every hidden meaning in his words. This human is driving you crazy. 

So you turn around, walking over to Maven and grabbing his face. You tried to go into his mind, but you couldn't. All you could do was look into his eyes. And that's the most human you've ever felt. 

Well, no blood for you will ever be enough

You love it when you're allowed in Maven's room. Over the months you've spent in his presence, his room is your favorite place to be alone with him in. It's like the rest of the world doesn't exist, only the two of you. You love pointing things out in his room for him to explain. It's all a scattered mess of things close to him in his mind. 

A part of you tells you that this will be the easiest place to kill him; alone in his room. But you try to run away from those thoughts. Can't you just be human for once?

You're the darkest horse that I've ever seen

"Do you want to be my queen?" Maven whispers to you, his hands resting on your cheek. Your bodies are close, and your hearts both beating. This is it, you think. You pull Maven into a kiss, giving you time to think about your answer. Truly, this is it. What will you do now? Forfeit your plan, or fulfill it? 

"Of course," you whisper to him in the dark. You keep your eyes close, not wanting to see his reaction. You can feel your brain pulsating. You try not to freak out. Outside, there is thunder. You are going to kill him. That's it. That's true. You're going to kill him. 

Of all the things you fuck, I'm the most empty

And you were the happiest during your wedding when he allowed you to take his hand in marriage. You forced yourself to look into his eyes, to accept your fate and his fate. To accept the end. But you hated it. 

And no blood for you will ever be enough

You forced yourself to get used to the way life works. A predator will always hunt it's prey. But as Maven falls asleep in your lap and you touch his hair, you want things to be different. How could you do this to yourself? Falling in love with a victim? But you're getting what you wanted by marrying him. You'll have all of the riches in the world. You look at his head, your nails growing to their true size. Your eyes, twisting sideways and turning red, form tears as you stop petting his hair. Your rest your hand on his head, your fingers wrapping around his scalp. You squeeze, covering his eyes with your other hand. You used your succubus form's power to put him into a deep slumber as you suck the soul from him, leaving yourself in a crying, bloody mess. 

Can't bury anything without digging it up

You hate the way he talks to you. 

You hate the way his hair curls.

You hate how his smile makes you give in.

You hate how he stares at you.

You hate his long, dumb cape and the way he reads your mind.

You hate him so much it makes you sick.

You hate the way he's always right.

You hate it when he lies.

You hate it when he makes you laugh.

Even worse when he makes you cry. 

You hate it when he's not around and the fact that he died.

But mostly you hate the way you don't hate him.

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.