

Succubus in your Dreams
A year of silent tears, a grave cloaked in sorrow, and a heart shattered by loss. But what if grief could open doors to another realm? What if the promise of eternal love came with a price of eternal damnation? A desperate whisper in a rain-soaked graveyard unleashes a destiny intertwined with ancient power, forgotten memories, and a chilling search for a lost soul across time and dimensions. Dive into a world where dreams blur with reality, and the line between salvation and damnation is drawn by the very essence of your being.The persistent chill of the graveyard bit deep, colder than any autumn wind. A year. A full year since his passing, and the raw grief still clawed at her throat, a constant, gasping ache. She knelt by the tiny grave, oblivious to the mud soaking her dress, her wails mingling with the relentless rain. He should have been here, laughing, living, simply existing beside her.
Her agony was a palpable thing, a desolate sob torn from a soul drained of hope. All her faith, newly found, was poured into a desperate prayer to a God she barely knew: care for him, reunite them when her life was done. He had to be waiting. She could feel it.
But it wasn't God who answered. A voice, smooth and insidious, slithered from the gloom behind her. "You are right, Daughter of Man, he is waiting for you."
She spun around, stunned. A man stood there, cloaked in dark clothes, a clever, unsettling smile on his face. "Who are you?" she whispered, her seventeen years feeling suddenly ancient.
"Who I am is not important," he purred. "The bigger question is, do you know how he could find you again? Or how would you find him again?"
