Free Succubus Tear (Triune promise) by Andreas Wiesemann

and fate filled him with a motivation and resolve normally reserved for the best of heroes—courage in its truest form.
    “ Shu…” Change, so swift, so complete. The change that remakes a person, country, nations, a world.
    “Bai…” Fear, a fear so complete and consuming, but it was more than fear. It was an untranslatable emotion for human senses.
    “ Teem…” Acceptance, but an acceptance far beyond anything he could ever describe. The acceptance one acknowledges upon the moment of death—no, worse than death. The acceptance a damned soul might have?
    “Cain,” Cain said softly and resumed his stance. “Me.”
    Al'bah nodded and took in another breath.
    “No, don’t. I—I understand,” Cain said as he sat back down on the couch, glad that Al’bah did not repeat Law’s response to her…statement? Plea? Blessing? He had no words to categorize the complexity of her language. They sat together uncomfortably for a few moments, neither seeming to know how to continue. Then Al’bah placed her hand on Cain’s chest and waited for him to look upon her.
    “Close your eyes, Cain.” Al’bah touched his hand. “Now tell me, Cain. Do you have a hand?”
    “What? Of course I do.” Cain snorted.
    “How do you know? You cannot see your hand, can you not?”
    He opened his eyes. “I know, because I can feel it.”
    Al’bah nodded and continued to nod as Cain slowly realized the point Al’bah was trying to bring him to.
    “No, no! I refuse to believe it’s that simple! You couldn’t possibly know…I—shit, I hate this.”
    Al’bah shrugged. “I told you my words would not satisfy you. Words are not the means by which faith is explained, or birthed. What hope does knowledge and the spheres of science have? To understand, to explain the creation of all…from nothing?” Al’bah closed her eyes and placed her hands over her heart. “There is faith, or there is not faith. There is God, or there is not God.”
    Al’bah opened her eyes and gestured around the apartment. “The place where the world and its knowledge ends, is the place where the wonderment of Faith begins.” She took Cain’s hands into her own and placed them over her chest to feel her heartbeat. “And where they meet, is where you will find me. And I—I am a Succubus…created, not birthed. I know my Maker, and give Him my praise, and acknowledge Him as God.”
    Cain felt a hint of the previous energy from Al’bah’s words, and he wished he could dismiss her claims and her as delusional. He got up with an exasperated sigh. He had to step away for a moment, as his frustrations were at the limit. He didn’t know what to make of the last eighteen hours. His hand was healed overnight from a cut and paralysis. He agreed to some sort of contract within a dream and was now “Bonded” to a Succubus from hell who revered God.
    All this summed up a problem he didn’t like; there wasn’t any rational way to explain the unusual events of the last eighteen hours, except admitting that his world view was wrong, that he was wrong.
    Feeling a familiar urge, he went to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back,” he said over his shoulder. Cain was so full of his thoughts that he was startled out of his wits by Al’bah’s cry.
    “Oh! Cain!” she squealed. “That water is sacred! You must not do that! ”
     
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    After Cain was done laughing harder than he had in a long time to Al’bah’s expression of panic, he had to explain a particular detail of the physical side of existence (namely, taking a whiz) before Al’bah would at last calm down.
    “Such a relief!” Al’bah said happily. “I had thought such water was sacred.”
    Cain nodded, wishing he could share her relief. Her presence in his life was something that he just wasn’t ready for. Indeed, he wondered how Al’bah’s presence and knowledge might change his consciousness. Especially considering she already shattered the foundation of his worldview. Here in his living