the twisted trinity
in the beginning
1/22/07, somewhere in mississippi
He sensed something was amiss. He could not place his finger on what exactly it was, but both he, his dragon(Kage), and his demon(Fury) knew something terrible had happened. The feeling started at 3:20 a.m. when he awoke to the sounds of a rasping breath. He, no, they, were curious as to what the sound was.
Kage, knowing what was going on thanks to his superior knowledge, decided to stay quiet. Fury on the other hand, decided to voice his opinion.(meatsac, perhaps 'twas a burglar?). "Burglars don't have breathing problems"... He decided to check on his deaf father, to see if anything had happened to him. he climbs out of his bed, and goes into the living room of his house.
His father, having lost his hearing to spinal meningitus two years and some odd days prior, slept lightly on the couch.(Your mother was having breathing problems, no?) what Kage's inquiry to his host's unvoiced question. "Yeah. seems like. Father told me not even an hour ago that she was okay, and to quit worrying."
For the next two hours and ten minutes later he spent getting ready to go to school. Yes, school...at 5:30 in the morning? Oh heavens above, no. Half the time spent getting ready, and the next fifteen minutes, he devoted to his latest discovery: moc.ratsffiy...His favorite story was nonyiff story was about a dragon, a demon, and a succubus hiding secrets from the world. Their secrets were known only to their master's lover, a regular hume, and their three best friends. Another portion of that time was spent observing his 'pathetic' body.
He had short brown hair, that curled upward at the ends in the front. his face what neither ugly, nor handsome in his eyes, though his girlfriend often told him otherwise. He was a freshman at college, and near the top of the freshman graduating class. At 214 pounds and just shy of six feet, he had a rather decent mix between a plumber's build, and that of a swimmer. "Bulky, yet swift", his girlfriend would say,"just like another part of you." Indeed, it did resemble him somewhat. At seventeen inches when rock hard, and two inches thick, he is a monster of a man...figuratively and literally.
In the story he likes to read, called 'the twisted trinity', there was a flashback to a time before the story, that explained the coming of the succubus. In the story, the mother of the man had died, creepily, on the same day that he was reading it. january 22nd, 2007. and the succubus had come to his apartment to following day, bearing a striking resemblance to his girlfriend, only leaner, and with a bigger bust. Yet, the succubus looked...younger, like a sixteen year old, instead of his 19 year old girlfriend. needless to say, he found her lying on his bed, spread eagle, demanding attention and promising release from his anguish.
{this is what he is reading}
He took a moment to observe her body. She had a nice hourglass shape, with a waist of 20 inches, hips appeared to be 28 inches, while her bust was unique. They were DD, he could tell that much about them, but there was something off about them. Her skin was a deep blueish-green color, that reminded him of the ocean that he loved to swim in. She had a thin, long tail, that ended with a heart-shaped tailspade....and it was currently spearing into her wet cunny. Speaking of which, it seemed to open and close, in a pulsating way, drawing in his attention and keeping it there. When he broke his attention from the delicious looking hunnypot, which was a shade of purple. He noticed her face. a carboncopy of his girlfriend's...quite literally the face of an angel....well, rather, a fallen angel.
She waved her hand in a come hither motion. When he reached her twat, she grabbed his head, and shoved it against her drenched mound. "Eat", she said,"eat, and feel whole again." Eat he did. The succubus seemed to have the ability to control the flow of her juices, as one second there would be a steady stream of the nectar, and the next, hardly a drop."You must work to ravage my bod-
{he stopped reading}
There was that feeling again, but this time, it was so strong that he forgot about the story. That terrible wrenching at his gut sent him into a worried frenzy. he went over and over the possibilities that something had happened to one of his friends. 'Did Kylie break up with Patrick? Goliath get arrested again? Kage, you can sense this kind of stuff, can you tell me what happened?' ...The dragon didn't know how to respond.'Aw fuck it, i'll find out eventually.'
He looks at the clock on his computer as he zips up his pants. It read 5:40.'five..five minutes before the time listed in the story...'. He was about to leave when he could have sworn he saw that succubus from the story." Calm down, idiot, stuff like that doesn't exist". Flustered at the notion of nonexistence, Fury began to rant, saying stuff like, if succubi don't exist, what do you call me? To such a question, the teen had no answer. Right as he got outside, he noticed that it was pouring down rain. His father was never a morning person, so it ruled out the possibilty of waking him up. so he goes into the master bedroom, to wake his Mother."Mom" He whispers.
No answer."Mom", He says, louder this time, yet again, no answer. After a third time, and aproximately two minutes after he got in there, he decides to turn on the lights.
..................
............His mother, is half laying on the bed, half on. her eyes stare, glazed over, milky white, at the ceiling, with an inhailer in her right hand. The teen, not noticing the fact that she is not breathing, shakes her arm, trying to wake her. after another two minutes, he realizes she had passed on. He touched her again, to see if she was warm or cold. He felt the faintest traces of warmth left in her, so there was a chance of revival.
He frantically searches for a cell phone. he finds one. his mothers, just as decribed in the prior chapter of 'the twisted trinity'. He dials 911, and when they ask for a time, he looks at a clock, and drops the phone, for two reasons.
The clock read 5...:4.....5....
The second, far creepier thing, was that, despite it's imposibilities, the succubus, this time clad in mourner's garbs, is standing next to the clock."I'm sorry" She says."I tried to warn you. That story wasn't just a story, kid..... it was YOUR story." The teen passes out, never to awaken as himself ever again. The succubus gets absorbed into the boy, who would from now on, be nothing more than a husk of a body, for the use of a dragon, a demon, and a succubus....
epilogue....
a dragon and a demon were playing a game of cards. the wager? whoever wins the most hands out of 100 gets to use the body. the body in question? the same one thatfour years ago, discovered his mother dead. the current owner of the body? the succubus, of course. She had decided on a name for herself. unlike her two 'brothers', her name didn't hold any significant irony to it. Her name...was rage.
What was she doing? Discussing the latest news with their girlfriend. Yes, THEIR girlfriend. The same one that the teen had been dating. As it turns out, she liked Kage, but only on a brother/sister relationship. Since Kage was practically a carboncopy of the teen, Kage and the girl obviously clicked. As of recently, she was one of four that knew of the twisted trinity. both the story that their host had discovered, and of Kage, Fury, and Rage. the other three, were Patrick, the teen's best friend, Kylie, Patrick's girlfriend, and Goliath, which was just a nickname....one that the teen had given him. he was so touched by the teen, that he officially changed his name to that of the old myth, goliath.
Some people, who had disrespected the teen's mother the day it was placed in the obituaries, soon found out that 'Goliath' could mean more than a nickname. They were in a coma for weeks to follow. Then, they were visited by a certain succubus named Rage while the slept, and were tortured until they died on the inside, much like how her host had. He was still very much alive, just unable to control the body. what a horrible fate. He was forced to live his life, through the eyes of another. That was one thing that his four friends, and three personalities didn't know about. It was the only thing they didn't know about.
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Auther(esse)s' notes: When most read this, they will often go" Who is the main character? What's his name?" His name was the name of our host....Jaime Chapman. With the exception of some minor altercations, such as the name of the story in the story, and obviously Rage appearing in front of him, this is our recollection of the events less than three months ago. ALL of it happened. But, the day after, we searched everywhere for that story, but we could not find it. If a similar case happens to anyone, please tell us.