I awoke with a huge headache.
"Holy hells," I muttered into my new human hands.
Information shot throw me like lightning. My brain was overloaded—memories, history, Instagram? My brain felt like a mush.
It wasn't even war that seemed out of the ordinary for humans. It was the technology—a digital age as they'd say.
I knew they would advance, but...this fast?
Human interaction as I'd known it had completely changed.
I groaned and dragged my hands down this unfamiliar face. I was once again reminded of the other succubus's warnings on the new level of difficulty that humans had manufactured.
Armed with new knowledge, I quickly found her 'iPhone' and looked for my target. After a bit of poking around, I found him.
"Ahhh~ so this is a 'streamer'?" I mused as I stared at the magic little machine. It was difficult to wrap my head around how it worked, but seems Vanessa didn't question its inner workings either.
It was so interesting how no humans were truly interested in how this complex invention accomplishes such incredible feats. I was still amazed at the light bulb. The thought made me giggle.
Humans are such crafty little things! I clicked on his live whatever-it's-called and tried to glean as much information as I could.
Her memories were faulty at best so it's better to learn what one can from making my own.
After 30 minutes, I could definitely say one thing—he's gorgeous. I could see why he'd amassed a worshipping mass of people trained on his every move.
He'd be the type that would inspire countless poets to string together beautiful sonnets in his name. I felt a little more sympathetic to my insane little stalker client.
What was even more astonishing was how much his personality also shined. Although 80% of the jokes flew over my ancient brain, it was easy to tell that he's very likable.
I shifted my attention to multicolor little sentences endlessly flowing on the screen.
"I almost licked the screen"
"Uwowowow took the L"
"LMAOOO died again"
"I need him so bad"
"LOL he's gonna restart again"
Hmm…I feel like I need an education on the modern way to speak. I let out a frustrated sigh and let my eyes find their way back to a set of beautiful dark brown ones. His face calmed me. At least he's handsome.
"...Ok ok you guys calm down, I'm gonna get through this game one way or another! Even if I'm shitfaced by the end credits," he said determinedly, grabbing a bottle.
Ooh so every time his little controlled character dies, he drinks more? I smiled and kicked my feet in a little fit of excitement. This is fun!
Daniel let out a raspy laugh, "Ok you sadists, I know you what you want..."
He then decidedly took all long swig of vodka, eyes squinting from the burning sensation. He swallowed, immediately flushing, breathing growing heavy. He hurriedly set the bottle on his desk, running a hand roughly through his hair.
"...Woah," he said between breaths, blinking away tears.
Woah indeed. I let a hungry smile grace my lips—drinking in his disheveled appearance. I should thank my client again for her great taste.
After another hour of admiring my target, I set the device down to ponder my next step. The hard part is to actually meet the man. He may live in the same state but I doubt my client and him run in the same circles.
There's also the matter of his notoriety. The number that popped for his live was seemingly much higher than the rest of the faces I scrolled past.
A quick google search lead me to believe his fame was a step above what I'm used to with celebrities.
Which may mean…rivals—human and succubis.
Most of my experience comes from the dream world with their kind. The fantasies they conjure are revealing but not as helpful with reality.
In their dreams, I'm a conquerer—invading their lands and dominating every shred of resistance. A queen eating a pawn.
In the waking hours, I don't have such powers of persuasion; minds are much more distrustful and inhibited.
Although, these memories…Belle did a lot of networking in the streamer space as an 'editor.'
I sighed in frustration.
I had a lot of planning to do.
Suddenly, a text pinged on her phone.
"Are you coming to the party tonight? It's supposed to be crawling with streamers, maybe even you know who."