Connection through Worship

Fatima sighs as she flops backwards onto her bed at the temple, taking care of  baby succubuns was a bit exhausting but it was worth it. 

Turning over in bed, she glances at her stuffed animals, grabbing a doll with long blonde hair and red eyes, holding it close as she strokes its hair, a warm smile spreading across her face, gently stroking its cheek.

Sighing contently and holding the doll close, she closes her eyes, drifting off into slumber as a feeling of warmth washes over her, a flash of white quickly appearing behind her eyes. 

Fatima looked around the room, hazel eyes taking in as much of her surroundings as possible. Looking down she noticed that she was sitting at a table with a black and red notebook that had what looked like a strange symbol on the cover, open to a page with scribbles already written in it; across from the table looked to be a whiteboard?

 In her lap was a doll with long blonde hair and red button eyes, black bat-like wings sewn onto it’s back. Putting the pencil down she lifted up the doll and stared at it, eyes shining as she reached out and pet the dark gray horns jutting out of its head.

“Fatima? Are you paying attention?” A kind, yet somewhat deep voice caught the young succubun’s attention, making her look up and stare at… a demon that looked exactly like the doll in her lap!

“Uhm, yes?” Fatima replied, her voice softer than she remembered, sinking into her chair as she held the doll up to her face.

The blonde haired demon sighed. “Come now, my dear. I know these lessons bore you but you have to know these things before you leave my side.” He said kindly, even though his eyes were a bit stern.

Fatima frowned, “But, I don’t want to leave… I want to stay here with you!”

“Fatima, love, we’ve talked about this. You know you can’t stay with me.” 

Fatima pouted, her cheeks puffing up as she stared at the table, eyes welling with tears as she slid out of the chair and ran out of the room, leaving her doll behind.

Fatima wasn’t sure where her little legs were taking her, but she hoped it was somewhere her demon caretaker wouldn’t find her. At least not yet, not while she was being the biggest crybaby ever, again. 

Eventually, her little legs took her right back into her bedroom, and under the covers.

It wasn’t fair. Why’d she have to leave her caretaker behind when she was older? Why couldn’t she just stay with him for the rest of her life? 

There weren’t any other succubun there with her so she wouldn’t be a hassle, would she? She was always the goodest girl and listened to all the things he told her to do. She even went to those boring lectures to learn all the things he wanted her to learn. 

Being here with him sounded so much better than going down to that Burrowgatory place, it sounded scary! And the fact that as soon as she left she’d probably never see him ever again made it so much worse, no matter how many times he explained why it had to be that way. 

Fatima sniffled as tears welled in her eyes again, then rolled down her cheeks. 

“Fatima?” Her demon caretaker called, stepping into the room and looking around, his red eyes landing on the very tiny lump in the very big bed.

“Go away!” Fatima exclaimed, throwing a pillow at the pale skinned demon.

Her caretaker easily caught the pillow in his free hand and sighed, making his way over and sitting on the bed, placing the pillow on his lap; turning the doll in his hand.

“My dearest girl, I know a way for us to keep in touch once you leave. I could teach you how, if you like.” He says, watching as the tiny lump shifts and a tiny pink and red head pops out from under it.

“Really? How?” Fatima asks, staring at him with watery eyes.

Fatima’s demonic caretaker smiled and nodded, gently patting the pillow in his lap, watching as she crawled on top of it, handing Fatima her doll.

“There’s a temple in Burrowgatory called the Church of Sulfur.” The demon began to explain, an image of the temple manifesting in his hand, making Fatima’s eyes light up. She loved when he used his magic to show her things. It was always so cool!

“Within that temple is a large statue that looks like a demon. If you go there and talk to it then, I’ll be able to hear you wherever I am. No matter how far apart we are.” He says.
Fatima tilts her head, “So, I just have to go and talk to it and you can hear me all the way from down there?” 

Her caretaker nodded. “Correct. All you have to do is talk to it and I’ll be able to hear you regardless of where I am at the moment.”

Fatima stares at the image of the statue in her caretaker’s hand, then looks at her doll then back to the statue. “Can I talk to you through this too?!” She asks, holding her doll up to him, her eyes shining, ball jointed tail wagging happily behind her.

The demon smiled, a soft chuckle escaping him. “Of course! Why do you think I made it for you?” He replies, lifting the small red-headed succubun up to his face and gently rubbing his nose against hers. 

Fatima’s eyes light up and widen, a large smile spreading across her face.

“Yay! I promise to always have your doll with me forever and ever no matter what!” Fatima exclaims, hugging the doll close.

Waking from her nap, Fatima looks around, taking in her surroundings, before standing up and making her way out of the room and towards the front of the temple; standing in front of the large, bronze, demonic statue behind the podium, looking up at it. 

“Master? How have you been lately?” She asks, stepping closer and gently placing her hand on its arm. 

“If you are not busy, could I tell you about my day?”