Rita's last sentence had completely shocked Akane and Syl.

They both tried not to show it, but they were absolutely dumbfounded and found themselves unable to say a word.

"It was pretty confusing at first," Rita continued. "One second, I thought he had recognized his daughter, and the next he was leading me to his bed."

The two did not even know whether they wanted to hear the rest of the story. They didn't have it in them to tell Rita that this was enough, that they could picture the rest.

In the first place, they couldn't picture the rest, and wanted to know whether what the continuation they had in mind had come to be or not.

"Before I knew it, I lay on his bed, and he was on top of me, telling me all these things." Rita had a slight smile on her face as the scene played over in her mind. "He told me that he had missed me, that he couldn't live without me, that he had no idea how he had survived for so long without me..." For a moment, it almost seemed like the Demoness was about to chuckle. "He told me that he knew his wife was jealous and wicked, that it had been her fault, that he never would have abandoned me, that he was glad to see I was alive... He insulted his wife so much."

Rita momentarily raised her gaze, and almost felt like she could see her.

"All the while, his wife was stuck to the ceiling, enveloped by my threads. The same threads that had brought those two sisters into their estate."

The Succubus lowered her gaze.

"He kissed my neck and talked, kissed my neck and talked... All the while, I lay on their bed, staring right into his wife's eyes... I couldn't tear my gaze away from her eyes."

Akane and Syl couldn't help but gulp silently.

"I stared into the wife's eyes while the husband kissed my neck and insulted her... It was... I still can't describe it well." Rita moved her gaze towards the two listeners. "You might think that, for a Succubus, having a man kiss her neck would feel good. That's usually true, but in that instant..." Her hand moved to her cheek. "She couldn't move. My threads were so tight around her entire body that she couldn't even make a sound. My threads weren't as thin and sharp at the time as they are now... In any case, all she could do... Was cry silently." The tip of her index finger drew a line on her cheek. "Stuck to the ceiling, she cried, and her tear fell all the way down from her eyes... To my cheek."

Rita momentarily stared at the finger she had placed on her cheek.

"That tear... It was burning hot and ice cold at the same time. It was filled with so many things, so much love, jealousy, hurt, pain, shame, and despair... Nothing has quite compared since then, to what I felt as that tear ran down my cheek."

Silence envelopped the three for a bit.

"He was getting more heated, more eager... And that tear had made me the same. He wanted more, and so did I..."

Syl gulped again while Akane felt the urge to hide her eyes with her hands.

"So I undid my magic." Rita smiled and put her palms together. "I wanted more tears, more pain, I wanted to feel and witness more of it, so I undid my threads, and the sobbing wife came crashing down from the ceiling's darkness."

The two listeners almost let out a sigh of relief.

"The moment that she hit the bed... It was almost like she had suddenly appeared. Shallow wounds were all over her body. There was even a bit of blood on her face. The three of us froze perfectly and in unison."

By this time, Akane and Syl's curiosity had turned into all-out interest.

"What happened, then?" The Fox asked without realizing.

"Can you guess who broke the silence?" Rita tilted her head playfully.

Syl thought for a bit. "The husband, obviously... Seeing his wife appearing covered in blood..."

"Correct!" Rita chuckled. "He stared at her for a while, before asking the best question he could have asked."

"Which was?" Akane was hanging on to the Demoness's every word.

"What are you doing here?" Rita brought a hand to her mouth as she tried to suppress her laughter. "Isn't that hilarious? He asked her what she was doing there, as if she had done something wrong!"

Syl was holding her chin with both hands, anxious to hear the rest.

"Just when it seemed that time had started to move again, it had frozen again. But it wasn't as rigid as before, because she started moving, and she moved fast. Faster than she moved when I tried to catch her. Way faster than a human of her age and strength should be able to. She moved to the nightstand on her side of the bed, and opened the drawer with freakish speed."

"What was in there?" Syl asked.

Rita raised a finger. "The moment that he saw her move like that, his face twisted and contorted as if he had been slapped and brought back to reality. He urged her to get the knife, and to get rid of the Demon." The Succubus let out a long sigh. "See how quickly people can turn on you? One moment, he's kissing my neck, the next he asks his wife to stab me." Rita chuckled. "I later learned that the Inquisitors who had dealt with the concubine had left them with a knife blessed by the church, a Holy Weapon, in case the child were to come back. Holy Weapons are trouble for us. Any wound made by a Holy Weapon on a Demon's body won't heal, no matter how much time passes." She explained.

'I don't remember seeing a wound like that on her.' Syl thought to herself.

'Even if they have a weapon that can hurt her, touching her with it is the issue.' Akane nodded internally.

"So," Rita took a deep breath. "She grabbed the Holy Weapon with all her strength, turned towards me, leapt closer, and..."

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