02-10-2011, 06:35 AM
Fires were a great and beautiful sight to behold during the night. Internally, Shadow thanked whatever and whomever started most fires. They were terrible forces to humans, but great nonetheless...a hypnotizing sight to behold.
The news of a fresh fire, one in a string of many in the area in the past few months, had reached his ears. He heard everything nowadays, being a high-ranking Incubus and all. So, he had come out to watch. He was across the street sitting on the tippy-top of an office building. There was a smile on his face. He'd brought a bag of freshly-opened popcorn to eat while he watched the fire burn.
He normally paid no attention to the cries for help from humans inside the building. Today, however, one of these voices caught him off-guard. For some reason, it was...enchanting...to him. Incubi were usually experts at picking out potential matches for them, both bodily and personality-wise, based on little things...such as voice.
...This particular human was trapped below the first floor. The human firemen would have no way of reaching him, so he would surely perish. Shadow had not found a perfect match for himself in many years...though he had been searching. It was difficult to garner the maximum amount of satisfaction from his many sexual partners when they just weren't the right fit for him...
...Was it worth it?
It only took a few moments of contemplation for Shadow to set down his bowl of popcorn and cloak himself in invisibility. He flew through the air, his black-feathered wings guiding him easily and undetectably through the crowd of humans. He silently thanked his parents, unknown to him to this day, for having some control over fire. He was able to part the flames and create a path for himself, even down what little remained of the stairs.
When he came to the door leading to what appeared to be the laundry room, he quickly opened it, pushing back the flames, and stepped inside. He stood in the doorway, a rather intimidating figure to behold.
"You're calling for help?" he asked, his voice low and sultry. "I can help you. But...my assistance comes at a price."
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