The succubus sat by the young man’s bed, looking confused.
“So there’s no…”
“Not really.”
“I could turn into another form! Male, female…Other…species?”
The young man shook his head. “Only if you really want to.”
“I’m good.”
The silence stretched. She stared at the purple and grey
flag on his wall. He considered.
“You need passion to live, right? So what do I get?”
“Well, all your desires fulfilled, at the cost of your
immortal soul.”
“Does it -have- to be sexual?”
Before his death the next day, the two had binged all three
seasons of Firefly and its spinoffs.
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