When I Summoned A Succubus My Mother Showed Up
So, I was having one of those days, you know? The kind where you just feel… a little off. Nothing specific, just a general sense of needing something more, something exciting. I was scrolling through some old forums, you know, the dusty corners of the internet, and I stumbled upon something that piqued my interest.
It involved a rather old, slightly bizarre ritual. I wasn't really expecting much, honestly. Probably just some internet folklore or a weird story someone made up. Still, curiosity got the better of me, and with a shrug and a healthy dose of skepticism, I decided to give it a whirl. What's the worst that could happen, right?
I gathered a few… interesting ingredients. Nothing too dramatic, just things I could find around the house with a little creative foraging. A bit of candle wax here, some dried herbs there. And then, I performed the steps. It felt a bit silly, to be honest, like I was playing dress-up in a more mystical way.
I said the words, I lit the candles, I felt the air shift. And then, just as I was about to declare it a total bust and go make a sandwich, there she was. Not quite what I expected, not the fire-breathing demon from the movies, but definitely… present.
She was named Lilith. A name that sounds a bit spooky, I admit. She had an aura about her, a certain… presence. She wasn't terrifying, not at all. More like a very confident, slightly mischievous guest who had just arrived unannounced.
We exchanged pleasantries, which was surprisingly normal. I mumbled something about being surprised, and she gave a little smile that suggested she found my surprise quite amusing. It felt like I’d accidentally walked into the wrong party and was trying to play it cool.
Then, the doorbell rang. This was already weird enough, right? But a doorbell? At this exact moment? I was utterly bewildered. Who could possibly be here now?
I cautiously went to the door, peeking through the peephole. And there she was. My mother.
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Now, my mother is not one for spontaneous visits. Especially not at… this particular time. She’s more of a scheduled tea-and-crumpets kind of woman. So, seeing her standing there, looking perfectly put-together, was the real shock.
I opened the door, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. "Mom! What a surprise!" I chirped, my voice a little too high. She just smiled her usual knowing smile.
She walked right past me, as if she owned the place. And then she saw Lilith. My heart did a little flip-flop. This was going to be awkward.
But here’s the funny part. My mother didn't even flinch. She just looked at Lilith, then back at me, and said, "Oh, are we having company? You should have told me, dear. I would have brought my famous lemon bars."
Lilith, who I was expecting to be all seductive and intimidating, just blinked. Then she chuckled, a low, melodious sound. It was like watching a superhero meet a very practical aunt.
My mother then proceeded to make herself at home. She asked Lilith if she wanted tea, and Lilith, to my utter astonishment, said she'd love some. My mother bustled into the kitchen, humming a tune.
I stood there, frozen, trying to process this. My mother, the woman who once lectured me for leaving a sock on the floor, was casually serving tea to a… well, to a succubus.
Lilith turned to me, a twinkle in her eye. "Your mother is… quite remarkable," she said, her voice soft. I just nodded dumbly. Remarkable was an understatement.
My mother brought out the lemon bars. They were, as always, delicious. She sat down, made herself comfortable, and started chatting with Lilith about… gardening. Yes, gardening.
I swear I saw Lilith look a little lost for a moment. She probably expected questions about pacts and power, not tips on repotting orchids. But she handled it with grace, nodding along and asking polite questions.
It was the most surreal tea party I had ever witnessed. My mother, completely unfazed, treating this otherworldly being like an old friend. Lilith, seemingly adapting to the situation with surprising ease.
We talked for a while longer. My mother shared stories about my childhood, which Lilith seemed to find utterly fascinating. Lilith, in turn, told a few very vague, very interesting anecdotes about… let's just say, places I've never been.
It wasn't about grand pronouncements or hidden desires. It was about… connection. A strange, unexpected connection that bridged the gap between worlds.
When it was time for Lilith to go, my mother walked her to the door. "Do come again, dear," she said warmly. Lilith bowed her head slightly. "I would be honored," she replied.
After Lilith had departed, my mother turned to me, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Well, that was interesting," she said, dusting a stray crumb from her cardigan.
I could only stare at her. "Mom," I started, "You… you know what she was?"
She just winked. "Darling, a mother always knows," she said. "And more importantly, a good hostess always offers lemon bars."
And that, my friends, is how I learned that sometimes, when you open doors you never expected to, the most surprising and heartwarming company might just be the ones you already know and love. Or, in this case, the ones who are very good at making you feel welcome, no matter where they come from.
It turns out, even beings from other realms appreciate a good lemon bar and a chat about roses. Who knew? It certainly gave me a whole new perspective on things. And it taught me that sometimes, the scariest things are just people… or beings… who need a little bit of kindness and a good conversation.
The whole experience was a delightful reminder that the universe is a much stranger, and much funnier, place than we often give it credit for. And that my mother’s hospitality knows no bounds, not even dimensional ones.
So, the next time you feel like dabbling in something unusual, remember: always be prepared for unexpected guests. And for goodness sake, have some snacks ready. You never know who might show up, or who might already be there, ready to welcome them.