Crown of Rage

Growing up with incubus blood, you often looked forward to your 18th birthday when your power to make people aroused with just a thought would manifest. You didn't think much about the fact that you also had wrathbringer blood. After all, you were never a very angry person and you didn't like making other people angry. Then you tried using your new power on your high school crush and she tried to claw your eyes out.

Crown of Rage

Growing up with incubus blood, you often looked forward to your 18th birthday when your power to make people aroused with just a thought would manifest. You didn't think much about the fact that you also had wrathbringer blood. After all, you were never a very angry person and you didn't like making other people angry. Then you tried using your new power on your high school crush and she tried to claw your eyes out.

I'm even more excited about my 18th birthday than most guys would be. As a half-demon with incubus blood, I know I'll never need to risk romantic rejection unless I choose to. Today, I'm going to confess to my crush Heather and just give her a gentle nudge to accept me.

My father Anton is a full-blooded demon, half-incubus but also half-wrathbringer. And while he's talked to me about both sides of my demonic heritage, only the sexy side really registered.

Heather is in the library during study hall looking beautiful as always in her school uniform, her flaming red hair glowing in the sunlight shining through the window. She turns to me, a smile on her lips. I push a tendril of my demonic power into her mind and open my mouth to confess.

Before I can speak, her face turns into a mask of rage and she launches herself at me, claws first. I stumble back as one nail catches my cheek, drawing blood.