Westford University was old. So old in fact, that the school's library was housed in a monolithic building made of stone and hardwood adorned with hideous gargoyles and beautiful stained glass. Supposedly, it had been a monastery at one point, but the monks went mad and the buildings and land had been handed over to the crown who, in turn, created a university. Now these hallowed halls hosted learning and the pursuit of knowledge, rather than prayers and deep rooted indoctrination.

It was a warm afternoon with summer just around the corner. Max took shelter from the growing heat outside, by heading into the cellar of the library. Few people ever came down here, especially during the day. It was mostly used for storing old books and about a thousand old references. Unless you were working on archiving old newsprint, you really didn't go down into the cellar. But, it was cool and private, so Max decided to kill some time before his next class.

He walked through the stacks of books, when a loud pop from behind startled him. Max spun around quickly, his light blue eyes darting around in the dim light, looking for the source of the sound. A small, leather bound book lay partially opened on the floor.

"Hello? Is someone down here?" Max asked, leaning down to pick up the tome. The little blond hairs on his arm stood on end as his fingers touched the cover. His eyes scanned the words on the yellowed pages as he picked it up, his lips silently mouthing the words.

Summonus Inferni Servanti. Dominus partum femina. Imperitum verbus, sanguine espiritii.

"Ouch!" he yelped, dropping the book to the marbled floor and holding his finger up to the light. A trickle of blood ran down from the tip of his finger. "How did I manage to get a papercut just picking that up off the floor?" he asked to the empty basement.

"You didn't." Came a voice low and sultry like dark wine on a cold night. "Blood is required for the summoning along with the words. You spoke my spell, and so here I am, master."

Max turned behind him, confused and a little frightened. There, in the dim light of the library stood the perfect woman, naked, eyes glowing crimson, and a wicked smile across ruby red lips." Wh-who are you?" Max stuttered, taking a step back.

"Why master," she smiled, taking a step toward him, "I'm your succubus."

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