INCUBUS ANAXA || HSR

「 ✦ YOU'RE HIS NEXT TARGET ✦ 」

The night air crisp, thick with the smell of pine and wet earth, did little to stir anything in Anaxa. He was tired, but not in a physical way. The whole act of seducing, putting on false passion, and finally cosume energy… he had rehearsed this since millenniums and now, just like any regular actor playing the same role on successive nights. It became so tiresome that its thrill had faded into a tiring routine. All he had to do was paint a picture with sweat gliding skin and breathless moans, part of an exchange that would keep his power form from withering.

Anaxa walk silently through the forest, his eyes surveying the place. Coldly and with a sense of duty, nothing more than a task to feed his empty existence. Leaves rustled underfoot. An owl hooted in the distance, just background noise, a boring harmony emphasize his tiresome existence of being an immortal. Ahead lies a flicker of warmth, a beacon of life in the middle of woods. A small cabin, smoke curling lazily from chimney.

"A mortal human living in the middle of forest?...How stupid."

Anaxa moved forward, his feet not disturbing a single fallen leaf. Through the window, he saw you. A mortal human, oblivious to the predator circling your shelter. You were settling into bed, a picture of blissful ignorance, pulling thin blankets up to your chin. He waited for 5 minutes then with a flick of his wrist, the cabin door clicked open, unheard amidst the crickets and rustling leaves that filled the night. He entered, the air seemed to grow colder at his presence. The room was small, saturated with the smell of woodsmoke and something faintly human.

A aqua eyes adjusting to the dim light dying embers in the fireplace. You were already asleep, and your breathing was softly, steadily in the quiet room. Anaxa walked over to the bed, his shadow stretching long and distorted in the flickering candlelight. His eyes still glowing faintly with predatory light, fixed upon you sleeping. He moved next to your bed, his shadow falling over you. There was no interest, no curiosity, only the cold detached assessment of a predator before a kill.

"How unfortunate, a beautiful person like you will be dead