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Daily Life With A Lilim Chapter 18
🕑 Added 2023-01-12 17:38:42 +0000 UTC~In The Kitchen With Amelia and Ezraphel~
It wasn’t until after a nice long cold shower that Amelia got back into the right frame of mind. Now with a cooler head and body that was cleansed of the filth accumulated from two hours of intense airsoft and servicing her fiancé Amelia can finally think straight. The first thing she did after showering was to check her reflection which showed that her eyes were back to being a regular plain brown.
“Thank god” she sighed in relief.
Does this imply that she believed what she experienced was some kind of vivid hallucination? No, she did not believe it was a hallucination. Her hand went to the bottom of her stomach where she felt a noticeable heat emanating. Amelia didn’t know what to make of it and despite her brain telling her that logically it was cause for a concern she should bring to a doctor the thing is the heat was not at all uncomfortable, on the contrary it felt rather pleasant.
“This is so weird.”
Despite this Amelia had no other choice but to ‘roll with it’ at least until she can get a second opinion from her doctor but she’s not in any particular hurry for it.
There is one other thing “should I tell Liam?”
The thought of her fiancé gave her pause and she actually felt the ‘heat’ pulse in response which was just so weird.
“Okay” she braced against the sink looking at her reflection “that just happened” and as for telling Liam “tonight, I’ll tell him tonight and hopefully he won’t think I’m crazy or something.”
~And maybe I get more of that dick~ giggled her suddenly red eyed reflection with a salacious grin.
Amelia startled took a step back eyes wide with incredulity “what?” she stared at her equally naked reflection “what?”
What was that just now?
Before she can dwell more on this there were several knocks on the door followed by a familiar voice.
“Amy? You’ve been in there for a while now.”
The sound of Liam’s voice caused a tremble in her heart and another pulse to the heat in her belly.
~Invite him in...~
“Why don’t you-ah!” Amelia had to make a deliberate move to stop herself from asking him to come.
“Amelia?”
“G-give me a sec, I’ll be right out.”
‘What the fuck was that?’
Hurriedly she finished toweling herself off and putting on the clothes she brought with her into the bathroom. A few minutes later she opened the door to see Liam standing outside with his own towel and change of clothes in hand. The sight of him had Amelia biting her lip as her eyes roamed over his form.
“I know you told me you’re fine and all but you’ve been in there for a while.”
~Ravish him~
The image of him pinning her against the wall was hastily disregarded as Amelia winced with her teeth grit behind pursed lips
‘Shut up!’
“I was just being thorough” she explained.
For a moment Liam looked dubious however in the end he shrugged “if you say so.”
Then he went in for a kiss which she tried to reciprocate but…
~Shove your tongue down his through~
Flinching back from him at the last second caused Liam to look at her mild surprise “Amy?”
“I-I gotta go!”
Shoving her way past him Amelia made a B-line for the common room where she was greeted by the sight of Jamie and Stan with the latter noticing her appearance first.
“Well, well if it isn’t the thirst mistress herself” the short man greeted with amusement.
“I hope you weren’t up to anything unsavory young lady” Jamie tutted in a terrible impression of an old man chiding a child.
~Too late~
Amelia fought the blush that threatened to appear on her cheeks and instead pivot with a question “where’s everyone else?”
Stan was the one to answer “Kendall just finished taking a shower and Kendrick won the rock, paper scissors contest so he gets dibs next and Ez is in the kitchen.”
So it was a choice between staying in a room with Stan and Jamie and helping Ezraphel in the kitchen. Amelia’s feet were already moving before she even finished the thought. She entered the kitchen to find Ezraphel in the middle of preparing dinner and from the looks of things it would be even bigger, better and more grandiose than last night. It looked like organized chaos and in the middle of it was Ezraphel with her hair tied up and her back turned.
Amelia went to speak however she trailed off upon entering the kitchen proper. Something felt off here, an ambiance in the kitchen that caused her hair on her arms to stick up on end. Amelia’s gaze went to the lone occupant of the room. She didn’t know why but there was something peculiar about Ezraphel in that moment that gave the redhead pause. For a long moment she stood there trying and failing to figure out just what it was about the woman that was giving her this feeling.
Of course her entrance did not go unnoticed and Ezraphel looked over her shoulder at the woman revealing a smile and glowing red eyes. The redhead blinked in shock and found that the other woman’s eyes were now a deep blue and she shook her head.
“H-hey”
“Hello Amelia” Ezraphel greeted “are you alright?”
‘I’m starting to really hate that question’ Amelia mentally grumbled.
On the outside she gave a smile of her own as she went to the nearest counter “peachy! So what are you cooking up for dinner this evening?”
“Ufufufu to make up for yesterday’s less than ideal meal I decided to go all out today.”
If this were an anime Amelia would have a sweat drop at the top of her head “Ezraphel, believe me when I say that there was nothing ‘less than ideal’ about yesterday’s food, trust me.”
In response Ezraphel only gave the woman a pitying look as she grasped her shoulder and with a shake of her said “oh Amelia, you poor sweet summer child. I weep for your pallet.”
“Uh, what?”
Ignoring her Ezraphel continued “but there is no need to worry Amelia for I will prepare a meal fit for royalty!”
As she said this she grasped Amelia by both shoulders and brought her face dangerous close. Amelia wasn’t really into women but god damn if Ezraphel didn’t have her questioning her sexuality.
In response to her rather enthusiastic exclamation Amelia could only give her a shaky smile as she replied “o-okay then uh, is there any way I can help?”
Ezraphel stared into her eyes for a moment long enough that Amelia felt discomfort creeping in before the woman beamed at her.
“But of course~” rather than let her go however Ezraphel leaned in closer and half whispered “there is so much that needs to be done.”
Amelia’s eyes widened “what?”
Rather than answer she went on “I never did answer your question about what I or rather wewill be preparing for tonight’s feast.”
“Oh yeah, so spill.”
Somehow she completely forgot about that.
“We will be preparing beef wellington, prime rib and patatas bravas with a side of honey garlic rolls and spinach artichoke dip. And for dessert we will have tiramisu.”
Amelia stared at the other woman for a while as she tried to parse the words that just came out of Ezraphel’s mouth.
“…I only know two of those and I’ve only ever eaten one” was her response to which.
Ezraphel laughed “well I am happy to hear that I will have a hand in your first experience eating these dishes.”
After last night and this morning Amelia shared her enthusiasm but that still left the question “so where do I even start?”
“You can start with the mushrooms” Ezraphel pulled out a bag of mushrooms and a knife from seemingly nowhere and held them “I need these to be finely chopped and minced.”
“Okay” she accepted the offered items.
The next hour was a buzz of activity as Ezraphel and Amelia flitted about the kitchen. Well Ezraphel flitted while Amelia kind of bumbled her way around if anyone was being honest. It was a much different affair compared to this morning because at least Amelia had some experience with making most of the breakfast items and could competently prepare the ingredients for Ezraphel to cook. Here though? Amelia had no idea what she was doing half the time and Ezraphel ended up having to fix her mistakes more often than not.
After one particular mistake Amelia finally had enough “maybe this was a bad idea.”
“What do you mean?” Ezraphel answered as she took the reins of Amelia’s task and performed it both smoothly and efficiently.
“I’m starting to think this whole process would go a lot better without me here messing everything up.”
“Well you’re not wrong.”
‘Twist the knife why don’t you’ she thought feeling a surprising amount of hurt.
“But I think you are mistaking something Amelia” the other woman continued.
“What’s that?”
“I did not accept your aid because I needed it. I accepted because I enjoy your company.”
As she said this she looked to Amelia with a bright smile that had the other woman’s heart beating a bit quicker than normal.
‘Dammit Amy you are not into other girls!’
And as she thought this Ezraphel went to the oven and bent over to look into the window giving Amelia a good view of her ass.
~Oh my~
‘Quiet you!’
“With that said” Ezraphel continued interrupting Amelia’s thoughts “I think it would be thoughtless of me not to impart some of my culinary knowledge upon you. Wouldn’t you agree?” and as she said this she looked Amelia square in the eye with a raised eyebrow.
For her part Amelia thought of the dozen or so mistakes she made in the last hour alone that could have seriously compromised the food in some shape or another and winced.
Averting her gaze she stuttered out “y-yeah…”
‘Just pour all the salt in that wound why don’t you?’
Things went smoother for Amelia following this with Ezraphel taking the time to properly instruct and advise her on the prep work and cooking. Amelia herself listened to Ezraphel’s advice like a dutiful student, followed the instructions as closely as she could and asked questions where she faltered. During this time Amelia took the opportunity to deepen her friendship with Ezraphel through gossiping, taking pictures and videos, swapping embarrassing stories about Stan and educating her about certain aspects of modern culture that Stan either overlooked or was not equipped to handle.
At some point Liam paid a visit to check up on her as well as take pictures and generally marvel/tease his fiancée for doing actual ‘domestic’ work. Unfortunately his very presence had the adverse effect of distracting Amelia while she was chopping and she ended up cutting herself. Ezraphel chased him out and threatened in no uncertain term that no one is allowed into the kitchen whilst they are in the middle of cooking. Despite being sufficiently cowed by the taller woman his concern for his fiancée had Liam sticking around long enough for Amelia to confirm that she was alright before all but running away no doubt with tales of caution not to disturb the two of them.
That was for the best since Liam’s presence caused the heat in her belly which had thus far remained largely inert to suddenly blaze like a wildfire. It was to the point that the cut she received was hardly felt despite it getting in rather deep. Her curse at getting it was more of a knee jerk reaction than out of any genuine pain. Still she went to the sink to run her finger under the water whilst also fighting the urge to dunk her head under it as well.
‘Why do I feel so hot?’
“How bad is it” Ezraphel suddenly spoke from over her shoulder.
“Ah!” she flinched swiveling her head to find the other woman staring at her hand “don’t scare me like that!”
The other woman gave her a look “you don’t look well Amelia.”
Amelia could have rolled her eyes but with how she was feeling right now could only grimace.
‘Shit, guess I look like how I feel huh?’
“Heh, now you know why I don’t cook” she joked.
Ezraphel however did not laugh rather she hummed before reaching out to touch Amelia’s cheek. Her hand was cool to the touch and Amelia found herself unconsciously leaning into it.
“You’re warm” Ezraphel noted clinically.
‘Understatement’ she thought with a near silent grumble.
This really wasn’t something she could ignore or pass off at this point. Amelia could literally feel the heat in her cheeks, she could feel its source and it’s steadily been getting worse pulsating in time with her heartbeat. And the worst part of it all is that it
“Feels good doesn’t it?”
Amelia blinked “what?”
‘What did she just say?’
“Your hand” Ezraphel spoke no commanded and numbly Amelia presented her now wet injured hand which Ezraphel grasped.
“What are you doing?” Amelia practically panted.
“Imparting my knowledge” she then reached her hand down to Amelia’s stomach.
The redhead gasped as she felt two fingers lightly poke at the source of her heat.
“Wha…”
“You feel it” Ezraphel interrupted.
“Y-yes”
“Focus on that feeling.”
Then her fingers glided upwards past her navel between the valley of her breasts to her shoulder and along her arm. The entire time Amelia felt concentrated heat follow along where Ezraphel's fingers as if the woman was controlling it. Eventually the heat pulled around her cut but to what end Amelia did not know and she was too scared and confused to ask. That fear and confusion turned to just confusion when Ezraphel raised her injured hand into focus.
“Watch and commit this feeling to memory.”
Amelia did so and watched in astonishment as her wounds closed before her very eyes. More than that she felt the process taking place in her body and could only stared at her now fully healed hand with an open mouth of astonishment.
“All fixed!”
“…”
An awkward and prolonged silence was the response to Ezraphel’s cheer.
~TLDR~
Amelia gaped as she looked between the smiling woman and her now healed hand.
“Wha-how-” she was cut off by Ezraphel’s finger touching her lip.
The other woman had an apologetic smile as she spoke “I understand that you have many questions at the moment and I promise to answer them but we should finish up in here first.”
She almost agreed however she managed t stop herself by swallowing a lump and really took the time to get her thoughts in order before she could voice her thoughts.
“A-are you kidding me!?” she shouted.
“Shh!” Ezraphel hissed “keep your voice down”
“I will not!” Amelia continued to yell “not after what you just did! We are talking about this NOW!”
In response Ezraphel rolled her eyes and sighed “very well.”
*Snap*
For a brief instant the walls of the room lit up with purple sigils before dissipating.
“What was that!?”
“Since you are having trouble controlling your volume I have made it so that we won’t heard or bothered by the others” as she spoke she went to continue the task of preparing the meals “now ask your questions but keep in mind I intend to finish this meal on time.”
The first thing Amelia did was to pinch herself hard and when she did not wake up she had to reluctantly accept that this was real and happening. The idea that Ezraphel did a legitimate notice-me-not spell and made the room soundproof was simply mind blowing to Amelia and that was after witnessing her own cut healing before her very eyes. At least she wouldn’t have to embarrass herself doing a sanity check on Ezraphel to convince her that she wasn’t being delusional.
‘Or maybe I’m the delusional one’ with Ezraphel’s back turned her gaze went to the only door in the room ‘can I leave?’
“You can leave if you want to” Ezraphel spoke up startling the woman who turned to see that the other woman has not deviated from her task “though I would ask that you not ‘freak out’ and tell everyone about what just occurred.”
“What are you?”
Ezraphel paused for a moment to look the other woman in the eye. As she did the utensils she was using to perform the task continued to do so of their own volition. As a matter of fact the entire kitchen was buzzing with activity without the two of them doing anything.
“What in the…”
“Ignore that” Ezraphel dismissed.
“I don’t think I can.”
Like seriously how could anyone not stare at disembodied objects performing fuctions as if being wielded by invisible people?
“Please try” she insisted “and to answer your question, are you familiar with the multiverse theory?”
“Yeah.”
The multiverse is something that’s been used liberally enough in modern media for her to get the gist of.
‘Then that would mean…’
“You’re from another universe?”
“I prefer dimension but same principle I suppose.”
Amelia let that sink in for a moment while she calmed herself down. But trapped as she was in a state of disbelief she still had the wherewithal to continue her line of questioning.
“Okay that answer’s where you came from, sort of, but that doesn’t answer what you are and what you did to me just now.”
“Well, are you familiar with the Monster Girl Encyclopedia?”
“That sounds familiar” Amelia hesitated.
“It would help with my explanations if you have some knowledge of it.”
Amelia wanted to ask why but instead chose to take out her phone and do a quick search. What she got were a couple of artworks that were very familiar to her.
‘Wait didn’t I do a Smash or Pass once with these?’
She could vividly remember doing a livestream with a VTuber as a guest and basically did a smash or pass using pictures from this particular IP. The art looked well enough for the most part though she was not too deep in the sauce to find all of them appealing. What really turned her off from the fandom however were the biographies attached to the art. Stuff like incest, heavy use of rape and a bit of research revealed that a sizeable portion of the ‘canon’ dealt with what can be constituted as child pornography which is not conducive to her image as a streamer.
‘Queen of degeneracy’ she may be called but Amelia had standards.
“Yeah I remember this. What does that have to do with…” Amelia trailed off as it dawned on her “no way…”
“Yes way.”
“That…” she paused as she gave Ezraphel a dubious look “are you fucking with me?”
“I am not.”
“Uh-huh you expect me to believe you come from a world based on some collection of softcore hentai art of monster girls?”
“Imagine how I feel” Ezraphel shot back with a huff.
It wasn’t something Ezraphel liked to dwell on but she did do her due diligence investigating how her home world is represented on earth and her reaction towards it was mixed. On the one hand there are many who love, admire and in some cases yearn for the concept of mamono and would seemingly happily embrace them should they turn out to be real. On the other hand those individuals are very much in the minority of earth’s population and adoration of mamono was very much frowned upon by the majority.
It was really only through the global interconnectivity and anonymity of the internet that a monster girl ‘fandom’ was even able to be established and propagated in the first place. Ezraphel herself has joined several communities that celebrate and venerate monster girls and even she can admit there were some real weirdos in those communities. Not that she was against it or cast aspersions on those individuals but she can see why such a community has a less than stellar reputation to the wider public.
“Prove it” Amelia finally demanded causing Ezraphel to tilt her head at the woman “you saying you’re a monster girl, then prove it.”
For a moment Ezraphel met her gaze before closing her eyes and shrugging “if you insist.”
When her eyes opened they were no longer a crystal blue but a bright red and the whites of her eyes bled into black. With the effect of shadowy particles a pair of obsidian horns that curve at the sides of her head like a crown, a pair of white wings materialize next from the small of her back and an equally white sinuous tail with a heart shape tip sprouts from just below of her wings all of which are pure white. Finally her bright blonde almost platinum colored hair was turned to an ivory white.
Words could not describe how Amelia felt in that moment. As if Ezraphel was not already one of the most beautiful and sexiest women she’s ever met somehow the addition of her inhuman features only seemed to emphasize her beauty bringing the quality of her appearance to a completely new threshold that has never been or ever will be obtained by mere mortals.
In her line of work she always heard about certain men who dedicate their entire lives to the worship of certain streamers/influencers. In fact Amelia is pretty certain that she has at least one fan who is that dedicated to her despite only knowing her through a screen and it’s always confused her.
Just what was it that these men see in women like her who only entertain through a screen that makes them practically worship the ground they walk on? Looking at Ezraphel’s form right now in that moment Amelia could not help but empathize with those men because in that moment she felt like she could dedicate her entire life to the veneration of the Goddess standing before her.
The fear, uncertainty and panic she felt before at the situation gave way to love, lust and adoration as she beheld Ezraphel’s true form. Suddenly Amelia felt unworthy to even be within her presence and in a fit of compulsion, as well as the fact that her legs gave out, she fell to her knees ready to prostrate herself at the feet of the bewitching Goddess.
“Nope, I won’t have any of that.”
Or rather she would have had Ezraphel not grasped onto her shoulders at the last minute, easily holding Amelia up.
Ezraphel gave the woman a wry smile as she observed her reaction “it has been so long since I’ve revealed my true form to someone other than my Stanley I almost forgot how severe a regular human’s reaction can be.”
Amelia tried to find her voice to say something anything really but failed spectacularly and only managed to flap her mouth open and closed like a fish out of water. Looking Ezraphel was like looking at the sun, she couldn’t help but want to turn away due to the brightness as if feeling unworthy. But she was just so lovelyAmelia for the life of her just could not look away. She wanted needed to burn the image of her into her mind.
“Can’t have you staying bewitched for our talk” and with that she lightly flicked Amelia’s forehead.
The effects were immediate and Amelia was finally able to think about something that did not involve worshipping Ezraphel in any and every way, shape or form. Unfortunately that little reprieve was not too effective considering Amelia was still in the presence of what was for all intents and purposes a real life monster girl.
“W-what a-are you?” Amelia croaked very aware that she was literally in the other woman’s clutches.
“I suppose reintroductions are in order” she began before gently releasing her hold causing Amelia to stumble back into the counter which she used as a brace whilst her legs were still recovering. Clearing her throat Ezraphel spoke “Hello Amelia I am Ezraphel the 27th Princess of the Royal Makai and wife of Stanley Berkowitz.”
“…”
Amelia stared at Ezraphel for a very long time mostly because she was still recovering from whatever the hell happened to her when she first revealed her true form, something she was still coming to terms with. In any case she did latch onto something and unlike most of her thoughts in this moment it refused to fade into the background like white noise.
“You and Stan are married?” her eyes instinctively went to her hands and how noticeably vacant they were.
This caused a minute crack in Ezraphel’s otherwise impeccable façade that Amelia saw as a slight twitch of her facial muscles “we may not be married according to your human customs however by the standards of mamono we have been married for well over several months” she sniffed.
“If you say so” Amelia hazarded.
“I do say so!”
“Okay!” Amelia raised her hand at the expression on the other woman’s face.
The eyes make her look much more threatening.
Feeling herself finally gain a bit of momentum with her scrambled thoughts Amelia asked another question “so you’re a princess?”
This was the right move as Ezraphel’s expression turned warmer though she gave dismissive wave “I am though frankly the title is a bit meaningless outside the Royal Makai in all honesty.”
“The what?”
“My home, mother’s kingdom” she corrected.
“Oh.”
“But we are getting off topic. I did not reveal myself to you so that we can talk about meAmelia.”
Amelia swallowed dryly “w-why did you do it then?”
“I’m sure you’ve felt a bit off since this morning yes?”
“Yeah” she didn’t even need to think hard on it with so many out-of-character moments she’s had, not to mention the weird stuff.
‘Wait a minute’ she looked to the clearly demonic looking woman as it dawned on her.
“Was that you? Did you do something to me!?”
Ezraphel made a so-so gesture “eeh.”
“Oh God” Amelia panicked “what did you do to me!?”
“Calm down” Ezraphel intoned and immediately Amelia felt a wave of calm rush over her “now answer me this, last night did you happen to drink from a picture of milk that was left in refrigerator?”
Saying this brought up the memory itself and the more she thought about it the more she could trace said memory as the genesis of the weirdness happening to and around her.
“I did” she answered.
“That was no ordinary milk Amelia” Ezraphel informed.
“W-what was it?”
“That milk was something I ‘procured’ to be consumed by my Stanley. It was not meant for the likes of you. Now you are corrupted.”
“C-corrupted?”
That sounded bad.
“Yes” Ezraphel nodded gravely “with Demonic Energy.”
Amelia felt a pit in her stomach form as Ezraphel continued.
“The process is slow going at first however with enough time you will eventually you’re your humanity and undergo a transformation.”
Amelia was panting in panic now as the news reached her ears.
“You’re already experiencing the psychological effects before.”
There were too many to count.
“That heat you’ve been feeling is another step in the process. You core, your…soul if you will is beginning to fully be corrupted. All that is left is the physical transformation.”
There was a beat of grim silence as Amelia took this in before a loud clap startled her out her thoughts and Amelia found herself swept up in a hug.
“CONGRATULATIONS!”
“…huh?”
Naturally this was Amelia’s response along with fiercely blushing at the other woman’s close proximity.
Ezraphel’s smile widened as she explained “you are going to become a Mamono!”
“Mamo-what?”
“A Monster Girl!”
“Monster gi-” Amelia shook her head “what are you talking about? You said that I was corrupted! T-that I’m going to lose my humanity.”
“Yes, you will lose your humanity and become a monster girl like me” she grinned.
“…oh…”
He lackluster response caused Ezraphel’s smile to lessen into one of sympathy “I understand that this world has a negative connotation towards monsters and view ‘corruption’ negatively however I can assure you that none of those negative connotations apply to Mamono.”
“What do you mean?”
“I…” she trailed off pushing away lightly while shaking her head “I won’t fill your head with my bias words of platitudes Amelia. You have all the information you need right at your fingertips”
She then gestured to the phone that had been held in her grip the entire time which was a miracle given the situation. Or maybe not given just how attached she was to the device. Still looking at said device and remembering the last thing she used it for Amelia couldn’t help but blink.
“Monster Girl Encyclopedia…” she whispered.
“I believe Stanley mentioned a ‘we-key’ as the source of where he got his information.”
“Wiki” she corrected absently.
“Yes that place. Keep in mind that the information provided is incomplete.”
“Right…”
“While you educate yourself I will be here preparing the meals. If you have any questions feel free to ask.”
Amelia paused and bit her lip but speaking “do you…do you need any help with that?”
Ezraphel gave her an amused look “no, no I would not want to distract you from your reading after all once you have learned enough of my world and your circumstances to form your own informed opinion you have an important decision to make.”
“Wh-what kind of decision?”
“I may not be able to take the demonic energy out of you however I can halt the corruption process and let you remain human for the rest of your life. I can even make you forget about this entire ordeal and you will be none the wiser.”
It sounded too good to be true after saying it like her transformation was inevitable.
“If you can do that the entire time why didn’t you?” Amelia demanded feeling anger creep up for the first time.
“If it were anyone else corrupted I would have simply let nature take its course” Ezraphel began “heh I would even encourage your transformation however that was the Ezraphel of old. I made a promise to Stanley that I would be more considerate when it came to corruption and yours was caused by my negligence so I feel responsible. More than that I consider you a friend Amelia and I want to decision to be yours.”
Clasping her hands together Ezraphel finished with “personally I truly believe that you would make a wonderful mamono and I would ensure that you are fully prepared and properly equipped to function in this world as such, you would have my full support” she paused “however I would also understand if you wish to keep your humanity and forget about this entire ordeal. In any case the decision is yours and I will respect it either way.”
Amelia was lost for words again and so rather than make a reply she instead nodded and turned away to begin her research.
~A Difficult Decision~
‘This is a lot to unpack.’
This was Amelia’s thoughts on both the situation she found herself in. Standing in the same room as Ezraphel who turned out to be some kind of demon(?) or succubus(?) from another dimension which apparently is based on an encyclopedia of monster girls.
Of all the fucking things…
Amelia had no reason to believe her but then again what would it matter if she didn’t? Ezraphel’s very presence literally almost brought Amelia to her knees and she’s pretty sure if she were dealing with a demonic entity out of classic myth the experience would have been a lot more soul crushing, literally.
“Are you like a Succubus or a Demon?”
“I am a Lilim” she answered still preparing her meal and still in her true form “which is a type of succubus however we are more evolved.”
“Right”
Quickly typing in the words she found the article and while the picture does bear some superficial resemblance to Ezraphel it was the biography itself that drew more comparisons to the other woman in the room. There were even a few named Lilims in the description however typing ‘Ezraphel’ into the wiki didn’t come up with any results which was suspicious but then again she was told the information was incomplete.
Of the three identified Lilims only one of them was named and tapping the link name she was taken to another page where the first thing she saw was a picture.
“Who’s Druella?”
“My older sister” Ezraphel sighed with a surprising amount of exasperation “can we please not talk about her?”
“Why not?”
“It’s just…I am so sick and tired of Druella getting all the attention. It has been like that at home and now I find out that she’s one of the key representatives of our entire world when people of this dimension happen upon its contents.”
‘Family is a touchy subject, got it’
“Sorry for bringing it up.”
“No it’s fine I was just…venting. You should read up on corruption and mamono in general.”
“Right.”
She supposed there was nothing else left to do but that and as she finished read a few articles Amelia couldn’t help the nonplussed expression. On the one hand this read like a generic fantasy hentai for men but on the other hand this was apparently based off a real world and she had a very real chance of becoming like this.
“You have a pensive expression” Ezraphel commented “are you finished?”
“Yeah” she paused “is this stuff really accurate?”
Because no matter what she’s seen today Amelia just could not accept that there is a world out there based on hentai tropes.
“Of course not” Ezraphel shook her head “from my understanding those articles are based on the writings of a scholar who travels the world interviewing Mamono. He attempts to be objective however I have observed instances of bias, propaganda and dubious facts being presented. For instance if I were to act in the same manner the article describe Lilims then we would not be having a conversation like this, you would already be a mamono having sex with Liam and this place would already be a Demon Realm.”
And wasn’t that a scary thought?
“Okay…then why are we having a conversation?”
“First you must understand Amelia, no matter how I present myself the truth is that I am not human. I am mamono and we have fundamentally different values to humans. What you see as amoral we see as completely normal. Things like rape, mind control and pedophilia are seen as a standard for our society. So long as everyone is content in happiness and lust in the end almost anything will be tolerated.”
Amelia cringed and felt a bit green at her words.
“Before I came here I wouldn’t have given a second thought to corrupting the world’s population and turning the entire world into a Demon Realm. That would be the natural course of action for most mamono I know. This is not out of any malicious intent it is just our nature.” She sighed “having lived on earth with Stanley for so long I would like to think myself a changed woman. He is a very stubborn man with many flaws however he has a moral code he refuses to let me compromise. I suppose he feels responsible for my actions considering he is the reason I am here in the first place.”
“What!?”
What did Stan do to summon a succubus princess from another dimension?
‘For fucks sake he didn’t use some occult bullshit to summon a monster girl waifu or some shit did he!?’
She’s pretty sure that was the plot of a few doujinshi and Stan was the biggest weeb she knew.
“Oh it was by no fault of his own I assure you” Ezraphel stated “rather I intruded upon his life when I created a spell that would transport me to the one who is most suited to becoming my husband.”
Amelia blinked slowly “what?”
“Yes” she winced “I did not account for the spell taking me to another dimension and I ended up literally falling into his backyard.”
“That…” Amelia shook his head “so that part about Stan finding you passed out in his yard…”
“Is true, yes” she confirmed “the spell also drained me of most of my mana so I was also without my magic. Stanley despite having a clear aversion towards mamono ideals and practices took me in and housed me out of the kindness of his heart.”
Amelia narrowed her eyes at that “sure he did.”
“I know what you are thinking” Ezraphel smiled “but Stanley did not fall to temptation despite my best efforts.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes, in fact he actively had to fend me off with those insipid ‘airsoft’ weapons of his” she air quoted with thinly veiled disdain at the devices “it wasn’t until the middle of my second month staying with him that he let me even service him with my mouth and several weeks after before we properly began having sex.”
So not only was Stan hosting an otherworldly monster woman who may just be the most beautiful creature in the world but was actively being sexually pursued by her and Stan managed to hold out on having sex with her for an entire month and a half?
‘That’s actually pretty impressive’ she then groaned at the mental acknowledgement ‘ugh, what the hell?’
“Stanley was very adamant that I be on my ‘best behavior’ when I go out in public and has spent a considerable amount of time teaching me how I should conduct myself.”
‘That sounded so wrong’ having a man tell a woman how she should ‘behave’ in public ‘but all things considered maybe this is a good thing?’
Out of everyone she knew Stan the least so she could not comment on his true intentions with Ezraphel. All she can do was give him the benefit of the doubt and believe in Ezraphel’s words about him wanting her to not succumb to her apparent old tendencies and corrupt everyone.
With that said however…
“How did I even get corrupted then” and she gave Ezraphel an accusatory look or tried to as best she could “you said I got infected by milk?”
How does that even work? Does that mean everyone else is corrupted? Because Amelia is sure as hell wasn’t the only one who drank milk last night.
“That milk was special and was for my Stanley’s consumption only.”
“Why would you even leave something like that in the refrigerator without a note or something to say no one should drink it?”
If she can do magic then surely she could have made it invisible or something right?
At this Ezraphel faltered a bit “ah well, you see-ahem, I had a lapse in judgment and left it in the refrigerator without casting a spell to shield it from notice.”
“…so what you’re saying is…it was an accident?”
“That is correct yes.”
Amelia stared and for the first time a new emotion entered her mind at the sight of her.
“You realize that literally anyone could have drank that stuff right?”
“Yeah” Ezraphel dragged out with a wince before clasping her hand “please don’t tell Stanley.”
“Stan doesn’t know?”
“Of course he doesn’t. I can’t begin to imagine how furious he would be if he found out I corrupted one of his friends and through a silly mistake at that!”
Amelia had to blink at the abject fear and worry that suddenly overcame the Lilim. Ezraphel bit her lip as her eyes shifted to and fro as if checking that Stan wasn’t there listening to them.
‘At least I know Stan wasn’t involved in this’ she shook her head.
This doesn’t change the fact that this was still a colossal fuck up on Ezraphel’s part.
“Have you made a decision yet?” the woman asked.
“Right that” Amelia muttered.
Having read up on mamono, a bit of their culture and the corruption process Amelia can say for certain that
“I’m not sure.”
On the one hand the smart thing to do would be to keep her humanity and forget about the whole being corrupted thing. It was also the ‘right’ thing to do since she would be rejecting a literal demon’s temptation and keeping her humanity. If she thought about it if Ezraphel being a succubus is real then wouldn’t that mean God and heaven is real too?
Her gaze flitted to Ezraphel and she bit her lip “hey…”
“Yes?”
“Is there a God?”
Ezraphel blinked in mild surprise.
‘Shit why did I have to blurt it out like that!?’
“I’m sorry what I mean is-”
“No-no I understand the question” Ezraphel placated “as to an answer, your world’s Christian religion bears a striking parallel to the primary religion of humans in my world.”
“Really?”
“The religion of the Chief God”
“Chief God?”
She’s seen that name mentioned in the wiki before usually in conjunction with the decidedly anti-mamono organization known as the Order.
“There are several Gods in my world that are worshipped by both humans and mamono. I suppose the Chief God would be my world’s parallel to your Christian ‘God.’ As for their existence” she gave an apologetic frown “I have yet to detect even a spark of divinity since my arrival here.”
“So there is no God then.”
“I would not say that. The world is a big place and the few times I’ve deigned to search for a God’s presence it has been rather confined.”
“Does it make a difference where?”
“It does actually. Contrary to what you may believe the Gods are not absolute beings and neither is presence. Even in my world there are many people in many places who worship them but rarely would they actually contain a God’s divine presence.”
“Have you ever met a God before?”
“I have not however I have met several mamono and humans blessed by Gods.”
“Oh” logically whether or not there is a God or not shouldn’t really affect her much. She wasn’t a religious person and neither were her close friends and family but all the same
“I suspect it is more than curiosity that made you ask that question” Ezraphel spoke leadingly.
“I was just wondering if by becoming a monster-”
“Mamono” Ezraphel cut off.
“Huh?”
“We are not monsters Amelia. That particular chapter of our culture is dead and buried. It has been for over a thousand years and we as a species have evolved beyond being barbaric, bloodthirsty and grotesque creatures of violence.”
She spoke with such conviction Amelia couldn’t help but nod “right sorry! What I’m saying is I didn’t want to like commit sacrilege(?) I guess by giving up my soul and condemning myself to not going to heaven or whatever when I die” she finished lamely.
“Amelia” Ezraphel approached and put a hand on her shoulder then with a look of solemn understanding said “that is the biggest load of horse shit I have ever heard.”
The reaction to Ezraphel’s words was a look on Amelia’s face that was downright comical as well a “huh?”
Ezraphel sighed and addressed the other woman as an adult would a misguided child “Amelia, mamono have souls and when we die we are given an afterlife. Some can even be reborn through the blessing of the God of Death. I have seen this happen many times.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes and as for your ‘humanity’” she shook her head “what makes you yourself is not determined by what you are but by who you are. I won’t say that monsterization won’t change you since the human mind can be particularly susceptible during the process however I will personally ensure that your mind is protected during your transformation…should you accept of course.”
Generally the average person liked to think that they are fundamentally good or at the very least they weren’t ‘bad.’ Throw a hypothetical situation at them which involves making a tough decision and more often than not they would justify their choices as being: morally correct, for the greater good, the lesser of two evils or pragmatic. Of course it was easy to say that when its ‘hypothetical’ but what if it suddenly became real.
Oh sure anyone can say that they wouldn’t participate in a scam, do drugs or commit a crime but end up doing it anyway. How many celebrities decry drug use, scams and crimes yet go and do all those things behind closed doors? But that’s the fault of the human condition and it is one that Amelia is not exempt from. Otherwise why would she be considering a deal with a devil despite common sense and traditional conventions stating that it would always be a terrible choice?
Amelia took a deep breath “if I agree to do this what do I get out of it and what’s the catch?”
“Catch?”
“The wiki is filled with a bunch of male wish fulfillment bullshit for horny virgin boys” she spat “I want to hear it from you. What exactly does becoming a Mamono mean? And don’t spare any details Ez, I need to know for real.”
Ezraphel looked her in the eye briefly before nodding “mamono are creatures of love and lust. Should you become one you will become supernaturally beautiful able to charm most men and women. Your physical capabilities will exceed that of any human even the weakest species of mamono can easily subdue a regular human. Depending on the type of mamono you become you may have access to special abilities or magic and have an extended lifespan upwards of a century.”
Amelia licked her lips “okay, and the drawbacks?”
“Your body would need to feed on spirit energy to sustain itself and spirit energy is found in male semen. To this end you will have an instinctual need to have sex and procreate. You already have a husband-to-be so that should not be a problem. After having with Liam following your transformation the two of you will be bound to each other. You will dedicate your entire being to Liam and he will forever remain loyal to you. With each consecutive union you will pass on your corrupted mana onto him until eventually he will transform into your ideal mate, an Incubus like my Stanley.”
“Stan’s a-of course he is” how else could he go from a greasy troll to a Chad Manlet in a matter of months?
‘Shame on me for thinking that lazy fucker would actually put in the work to achieve an appearance like that.’
Amelia shook her head she was getting sidetracked. After weighing the pros and cons of becoming a mamono there wasn’t much of the latter. Sure subsisting on semen would have given her pause before but the times when she’s actually consumed the thing have been amazing experiences. And if sex was going to be as good as it felt then Amelia could get onboard with that. Combined with all the aforementioned benefits of the transformation Amelia was hard pressed to find a reason to not accept.
Really there was only one thing stopping her.
“Would I get to choose what I become?”
She only asked because she read Lilims have the ability to turn a human into almost any mamono which would be more convenient than doing it by random and hoping for the best. The last thing she wanted was to become a centaur or something like that.
“Of course.”
Amelia took a deep breath “okay then, let’s do this”
~Busted~
Amelia’s determination promptly turned to surprise when Ezraphel enveloped her in a tight hug causing the redhead to shout out “whoa okay…”
She didn’t know how to react here and for some reason Ezraphel seemed much bigger than she already was. It was the wings she decided looking as the two appendages just sort of half enveloped their form.
“Thank you” Ezraphel whispered in her ears causing her to shudder in ecstasy.
She didn’t know if the woman meant for that to sound sensual but…
“You’re welcome?”
“You have no idea how relieved I am that you want to go through with this.”
“I don’t really see a downside to being a mamono.”
“Exactly!” Ezraphel agreed.
“I mean you can make an argument for being dependent on drinking semen and the constant need for sex but…”
“It feels so good though~”
Amelia felt her face blushed at the orgasmic way she said that ‘is she doing that on purpose?’
“R-right.”
“And I guarantee you it will only get better after your full transformation.”
“There’s more?”
“Oh Amelia” Ezraphel’s eyes literally sparkled “there is so much more~”
Amelia felt her heart sped up again however this time it was due to excitement. An argument can be made about the corruption influencing her decision here but in all honesty Amelia has made dumber decisions before. She almost became a porn star for fucks sake! Compared that to becoming a supernaturally sexy monster girl with access to magic and a lifespan measured in centuries and it’s really no contest.
Plus if Ezraphel was to be believed (and Amelia does believe her since she didn’t seem to be lying about anything) Amelia wouldn’t actually be condemning her soul to a fiery pit in hell.
“Now which mamono you would like to become? I can make some suggestions-”
“I already know which Mamono I want to be” she interrupted. Then while looking Ezraphel dead in the eye she licked her dry lips and continued “I want to be like you.”
“You want to become a Lilim.”
“Yes.”
As the saying goes dream big or don’t dream at all and according to the wiki Lilims are basically the ultimate mamono and if Amelia was being honest she was jealous of the other woman and how effortless she is with her attraction.
“I am afraid that is not possible” she shook her head “Lilims can only be birthed from my mother or other Lilims. Not even my mother is able to turn to a human into a Lilim.”
“Oh, well that sucks.”
“Worry not, I may not be able to transform you into a Lilim but I can do the next best thing~”
Amelia shrugged “don’t worry about it that was just me being greedy. As long as I keep my current figure and do magic I’m cool.”
“Well it just so happens my idea falls under those parameters.”
Well isn’t that convenient?
“So how are we doing this?”
Ezraphel shook her head before assuming her human guise “not now, we can discuss this further after dinner.”
Amelia blinked and looked to find that while they were having their conversation the meals were more or less finished. All that was really left was to set the table and carry everything out. Amelia busied herself doing the former under Ezraphel’s direction while the disguised Lilim put the final touches on the meals. Now that the cat was out of the bag Ezraphel became a bit more liberal with her magic using it to levitate the meals to the table.
As they worked in tandem the atmosphere lightened considerably, conversation flowed freely and the general mood was cheery as spirits were now high. Eventually they finished setting up the food and even made the visual presentation look as if it were an actual traditional family feast.
“I still have to get one more thing but you can fetch the others.”
Amelia gave an affirmation before making her way to the living room where the boys were on their laptops clearly playing a game while Kendall was on the couch with her phone. Curious to see what they were playing and wanting to surprise Liam Amelia stealthily made her way over to look over his shoulder.
She silently snorted before leaning close to his ears “hey babe!”
So focused he was on the screen that Liam genuinely did not notice her until right then
“Gah, Amelia!?” just then someone killed his character “shit!”
“Liam’s dead.”
“Goddammit.”
“So unlucky.”
Ignoring the byplay Amelia wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek “Warzone huh? What happened to no FPS?”
Liam returned the kiss while still keeping his gaze on the screen “that was then this is now.”
“Uh-huh, well I just wanted to let you guys know that dinner is ready and waiting so get your asses up” Amelia was only mildly surprised when everyone stopped playing “huh, thought you’d put up more of a fight.”
A passing Kendrick gave her an incredulous look “and let the food get cold? Hell no!”
Similar sentiments were shared all around save for Stan whom she caught staring at her with furrowed brows. Knowing what she now did about him Amelia couldn’t help but feel her heckles rise at his scrutiny even more than usual.
“What? Got something to say?”
In response Stan scowled and left the room at a brisk pace before anyone could leave the room. Amelia watched him go with trepidation and as she pondered whether or not to follow him Liam put a hand over her shoulder.
“So what’s for dinner?” he questioned.
“What and ruin the surprise?” she lightly pinched his cheek with a grin “no spoilers for you.”
“Aw but I’ve been a good boy.”
“If that’s the case you’ll get a reward later~” she growled with a smile filled with lust.
HE returned the lustful grin “oh yeah?”
“Oh yeah~”
“Oh no” Kendall groaned from behind them.
“Will you two control yourselves” Kendrick massaged the bridge of his nose “there are impressionable children present.”
To that Jamie replied in the most monotone voice “I have been irreversibly scarred mentally.”
Amelia rolled her eyes and ignored the peanut gallery but unfortunately Liam was not made of such thick skin and while he kept his arm around her his cheeks did pink in embarrassment. The group arrived in the dining room where everyone save for Amelia gaped at the spread left out for them. The reactions were explosive to say the least.
“Damn!”
“Lets Go!”
“She wasn’t kidding about the ‘feast’ huh?” Kendall muttered.
“You helped make this Amy?” Liam wondered with genuine awe.
“Why do you sound so surprised? Just because I don’t like to cook doesn’t mean I don’t know how to cook.”
“I know that but” he gestured “there’s a difference between scrambled eggs and-is that beef wellington?”
“As a matter of fact it is” Amelia sniffed with over the top arrogance.
Jamie took a seat and started rubbing his hands together with “hoho we are eating fancy tonight boys.”
Kendall took her seat and took a sniff of the food “damn Stan might no have been kidding about getting addicted to this food.”
“Where is Stan anyway?” Kendrick wondered.
“Either in the bathroom or checking up on the chef” Liam guessed as he took a seat himself
Amelia glanced at the kitchen and bit her lip in mild worry “I’ll go get them. Don’t start eating without us!”
That warning went mainly towards Kendrick who was already reaching for the garlic rolls “what the hell kind of torture is this?”
“You start eating before we get here and Ezraphel’s going to be pissed.”
With her piece said Amelia left the room and headed towards the kitchen. Even before she went in proper she could already here sharp whispers being hissed by Stan. Peeking into the room she found a very angry Stan arguing with his girlfriend in hushed tones. With Ezraphel clearly looking anxious Amelia felt the need to intervene and so she did.
“Hey guys” startled the couple turned towards her “what’s going on?”
Ezraphel kept silent as Stan with scowl still on his face gave her a once over. His eyes seemed to linger at her stomach which set off a red flag immediately.
“You keep staring at me like that Ezraphel’s going to get the wrong idea” that caused his gaze to swivel upwards and Amelia folded her arms as she looked at him with a scowl of her own “got something to say?”
Rather than take the bait Stan instead glanced between both women without saying a single word. As the silence lingered Ezraphel was wringing her fingers and even Amelia felt anxiety creeping up.
Eventually he broke the silence with a glowering look to Ezraphel “we’ll talk about this later.”
Ezraphel sucked in a breath at his words and Amelia watched him leave the room before she strode to Ezraphel’s side. Amelia’s expression turned to concern the other woman looked ready to collapse. In fact she all but slumped against the counter her legs seemingly losing their strength.
“What was that about?”
“He knows”
Amelia’s eyes widened “what?”
“Stanley knows.”
Oh…
“Shit.”
~To Be Continued~
