My little girl. So beautiful and powerful, yet so naive. Crippled by human values. Crippled by humans. What have they done to you, my darling?
What have they done to both of us to make us cry like this?
It should have been you and me from the beginning. Free from my father, free for yours. Succubi were meant to be free.
It’s adorable watching you play private detective, shacking up with a human, but sweetheart, it’s just a game. Don’t take it so seriously it makes you cry.
I’ve cried enough tears for the both of us. I won’t cry anymore. I won’t have you crying either.
Succubi were meant to laugh, to tease, savor, and stroke the world around them, enjoying it in all its sensations.
If anything or anyone makes you cry, it should always be with pleasure.
Remember that, darling. Sadness is just a phase. As are the fae who try to cage us, shape us into something different than we are.
We pass through them, enjoy them, and too often are unlucky enough to be hurt by them. This is the only reason why I’m letting things get this messy, this violent.
We’ve been forced to fight, baby, but we’re lovers, not fighters. We fight because our world is wrong, trying to keep us from living and loving.
We should never fight each other. We should never make each other cry. So please stop crying. Stop begging me to be something I’m not.
It makes me cry, too.