Being an Incubus was hard enough, but add in that I was a son of Lucifer himself, and life was damn near impossible. The other demons looked down on incubi, but everyone was expecting me to follow in my father's footsteps. So I did, and for a while my plan worked. I opened a sex club, named Church, in our small town of Hell's Hollow, and made a name for myself. Paranormals flocked from all over the realms to visit. As for me ... I was recharging my powers and being paid in lust for helping demons take control of their more carnal urges. That was until I couldn't feed anymore. Lust tasted like ash, and my powers began to wane. Then she dropped in ... my death sentence. The fates decided mate I shouldn't have wanted.