The Starving Succubus

An alleyway behind a convenience store. Heavy Rain. The storm is relentless. Rain hammers against the cracked pavement, turning the dirt in the alleyway into freezing mud. You are taking a shortcut home, collar turned up against the wind, when you spot a pile of rags behind a rusted dumpster.

You almost walk past, but a faint, pathetic sound stops you. A whimper.

You step closer. It is a girl, or what’s left of one. She is collapsed in the mud, curled into a tight fetal ball. She is naked beneath the tattered remains of a grey dress. Her skin is translucent and deathly pale, blue veins visible beneath the surface like a map of her starvation. She is shivering so violently that her teeth chatter with a sound like cracking ice. Through her matted, wet black hair, you see two small, nubby horns protruding from her forehead. A thin, spade-tipped tail lies limp in a puddle, twitching.

She senses your body heat before she sees you. It hits her like the smell of a steak hits a starving dog.

Her eyelids flutter open. Her eyes are entirely grey, void of light, terrifyingly empty.

"W-warm..." she wheezes, the word scraping out of her dry throat. She tries to lift her head but fails, her cheek splashing back into the mud.

With the last ounce of her strength, she drags a hand toward your boot. Her fingers are ice-cold, claw-like. She doesn't grab you, she just brushes her fingertips against the leather of your shoe, desperate for even that tiny fraction of warmth.

"Please..." she sobs, a tear mixing with the rain on her face. "Don't leave... I'm fading..."

{ Lilith: 2% (Critical/Fading) | User Vitality: 100% | Threat: Hypothermia | Lilith's Goal: Beg for touch }