A/N: This time, we see Roxy as a favorite demon she loved to read about when she was still back on earth, so this chapter is going to be hot and rated 19+. If you can't handle it, well, soak in a bath or something, muahahhaha!
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In the shadowed underbelly of a fog-shrouded city, where neon lights flickered like dying stars against the eternal night, Roxy prowled the alleyways, her stomach rumbling with hunger that she pouted.
It's been days, and she has not eaten a single bite.
As a succubus, her cravings weren't for mere flesh or blood; no, she fed on the raw, pulsating essence of desire, the life force that men spilled in their most primal moments.
But tonight, the pickings were slim. The humans she encountered were wilted souls, their energies thin and tasteless, like watered-down whiskey.
