The ritual was almost done. The blood red circle was painted, the candles were lit and the demon’s hour was almost there. She stood there in the clothing fit for a ritual such as this – a long but thin, black see-through skirt, jewels around her wrists and an amulet with the symbol of the beast. Only the last part of the ritual was missing – the blood from a human caught completely by lust, offered as a gift.
Her knife was in her hand, sharp and enchanted with the spells needed. She knew that this is what she, as the witch she is, must do to bring an apprentice. No other mortal man would do, even if she enjoyed seducing them. They would never be enough. She wants to breed, and she will do so in the only way fit for a witch – with an incubus.
She had longed for this moment – the moment when she would finally be satisfied. She could already feel herself dripping under the skirt. She took a step towards the ritual ring, brought the knife to her lip breathing in. slowly, she sliced the bottom lip, letting the blood flow slowly down her chin. She took a drop of blood, brought it down beneath her legs and mixed it with her fluids. Finally, she performed the final part of the ritual, and let a drop of mixed blood fall on the candle in the center of the ring.