Ah, my witch, my goddess, my succubus.

It is sorely tempting for me to

provide you with your

required life essences. The ecstasy

as it is drained from man has been

recorded since time immemorial.

I feel the draw from here. Your powers

are indeed intact. Having only grown

more powerful from your long life.


Oh yes, I know, the promises.

Never to completely drain. After all

it's me. The man. The conquerer.

I am so sure of my command.

She savors me too much to draw

all to her plan.


I say thee nay!

How many have fallen?

Prey to their own egg shell ego.

Vanity is thy name.

Like a turtle egg crushed

in the jaws of its hunter,

the snake.


Still, the ecstasy, drawn from

man's only protruding port...

But no, succubus.

To thine own nature be true.

And thou wilt.

Laughing, greedily sucking and

licking your lips as the last

of my life essence is pulled

from me.


How many?

How many have felt the final

ecstasy through your lips?

Their muted cries fading

as Eternity's bell.


'Tis your devine nature, succubus.

Yes, devine, as in demon of mine.

But never really mine.

More as in mine devoured,

eh evil one?


I have no fear you will find

your required life essences.

While I to mine.

When I find my long lost

occult palace, and my dominance

and powers once again fully

restored, I will seek thee out

succubus.


Cage you in unbreakable magic.

The wildest beast mine to sell.

But no, your hell will endure.

Mine for eternity.

To rape. To use.

Always, anytime, to my whim.

Oft will I enjoy thee.

Laughing as my protruded port

is put to other use. Ha, ha, ha.

You will never escape succubus,

save through ecstasy.

Where is your laughter now,

evil one? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha....


Your eternal Master

Victor von Doom