For many years I thought of myself as a monster who didn’t deserve love. After all, I’m a succubus—a demon that feeds on people’s emotional energy and can kill while feeding, even if only by accident. How it happened to me. I hated myself and my nature so much that I wouldn’t allow myself to be happy and to love.
Until the man I loved decided everything for me—helped me accept myself and learn to love life. I found my family and hope again.
But happiness lasted so little. Fate struck me with such force that it seemed easier to die.
But I will rise—because there’s something worth living for…