A/N - Okay so i welcome you to my AU kinda version of Lost Girl. Purely Doccubus, but other characters are present as well. Changed some major information, names, last names, species and stuff so its really AU. I'm not sure what to say about this. Ysabeau is a Succubus Empress in the Empire of Sar'Gah. On her way back home from another battle, she stops in a small city, saving a young woman from vicious attackers. After that, everything starts to change for her. Summary is crap, i know, but please try and give it a shot.

Love.

Love was something a Succubus never truly felt. Of course, there were better, more erotic feelings like passion, lust, or even the simple feeling of freedom. But love was something they never felt.

It was a fruit they never had the pleasure to taste. All of them grew, very well knowing this point. Very well knowing that the main point in the life of a Succubus, was passion. Passion to win battles, passion in their bedchambers, passion in debates. Doesn't matter which.

Most of them were trained for bedding their enemies. Killing them afterwards. An Assassin's work. A small group was trained to debate problems with passion greater than any human could ever had. Using their powers to prove their point, they were unstoppable in the arts of tongue. That small part of the remaining Demon League, as other Fae loved to call them, were raised and trained to lead. To conquer, obliterate their enemies. To lead their slaves into victory. To rule in prosperity.

Such was the case of Ysabeau Dahlin, daughter of Aife and Yalen Dahlin. One of the strongest Succubus ever to be witnessed, and a deceased Blood Sage that was also the Emperor of the Sar'Gah Empire. Blood. Ysabeau was far too young to remember her father's death, but afterwards everything changed for her. She was to rule the Empire that was on the brink of war. Her childhood ended sooner than it could even began. Taking up arms, training her powers, leadership, the ways of speaking, walking and acting. Those were the lessons she relatively enjoyed. However, the lesson that her mother had taught her, scarred her for the rest of her already long life.

To bed men, cage her beast, control her hunger, or to let it flow. To kill without mercy, to scavenge even the tiniest bit of anger, to wield her powerful bloodline, use it to rain terror over her enemies. To use her body as her own weapon, her eyes as the ultimate tool of seduction, her touch being the last thing her subject would ever feel. To feed of anyone she could, would it be willingly or not. Her mother taught her these lessons well, even though Ysabeau had a problem in understanding the necessary cruelty she needed to feel.

But, her mother had taught her well.

Her aunt however tried to teach her all the necessary things to become a great ruler. Power was ultimately not everything Ysabeau needed to control. There were cities. Villages. Even the small settlements she needed to take care of. Also her people. Both Fae and Humans. Others taught her to respect her superior lineage as the Fae, but to her it never truly mattered. A soul was a soul, no matter the vessel. And because of that, her aunt Evony was rather proud this child will lead their already broken Empire. She saw what only she and her sister could. A future for both Fae and Humans, under the banner of the new Blood Empress.

There was, however, a lesson nobody could ever teach her. Her mother, never enduring this terrible burden, her aunt being a Leanan sídhe, other succubi not present, already hunted and dead, or simply as Aife, never endured the horrible fate of a shattered mind, Ysabeau was forced to learn this cruel lesson on her own. To imprison her own self inside her mind, keeping it hidden from the outer world. Keeping it shackled like a horrid beast, keeping your own self bounded, hidden and locked, never allowed to open its cage. That was the one lesson she had to learn herself. Alone and afraid, in the end, she managed to hold her monster inside. She created a perfect cage for it. Although no cage holds beast forever.

And now, as the true Empress she was trained to be, Ysabeau rides back home into her palace in the main city of Gerala, accompanied by her faithful knights, her personal Valkyrie bodyguard and her Banshee best friend. Returning from a long, bloodied journey, she was glad to finally go home. To dip into her personal baths and let her sore muscles relax, let her battle wounds heal, and to literally fuck her frustration away. That was her life. To fight, to rule and to heal. There were other ways, but to be honest, Ysabeau enjoyed a fine woman body under hers, pleasing her, taking the frustration away. Her Succubus nature wanted it, after all, and she had no reason to fight it.

On her way however, there was another attack. Savage demons trying to end the Succubus in any way possible, attacked from the shadows, just like the cowards they were. The Empress Ysabeau had ended many of them, and this was no different. Quickly drawing her two runed swords, she reflected everything that was throwed at her, were it projectiles or quick sword attacks. Her men rallied quickly, their strong and royal horses neighing into the dark night, their weapons ready to shed more demon blood. The Valkyrie Tamsin, effectively protecting her Empresses back, her double handed runed sword already bathed in their blood as she slayed one beast after another, effectively dancing on the tunes of death the way only a true Valkyrie could. Kenzi, the deadly Banshee yelled, screamed into the night, stunning everyone but her comrades and the Empress herself. Her arrows hitting every possible target she could find, and those who would come too close, her hidden blades and her deadly voice would end.

The battle was quickly over, demons being all weak and pathetic, or the Empresses party being far too experienced to be killed by them, nobody knew which one was more truthful. The Empress quickly scanned the area, looking for more potential enemies, but she found none. Just few of her men on the ground, groaning in pain. Her weapons quickly forgotten and already at their place, the Empress looked at her bodyguard, waiting for the status report.

Tamsin quickly checked the wounded men, asking them questions, nodding in response. "All men are alive, although few of them are hurt." she said, slowly walking back to her Empress. Ysabeau simply nodded, glad to hear her loyal men were safe. "How much ?" the Empress asked, and as Tamsin finally arrived before her Empress, she looked behind her, counting the downed bodies.

"Around twelve, my mistress" she replied, Ysabeau nodded again, calling her general to join their banter. "Tend the wounded, General. I want to be in Gerala by sunrise" the Empress ordered, already leaving the place, nearing her horse. The general quickly managed to yell back. "As you order, Empress"

At this, Tamsin needed to speak with her Mistress. "Empress, if I may" she asked for word and Ysabeau stopped her movement, looking at her Valkyrie bodyguard. She saw as her best friend placed her bow back on its place on her back, slowly nearing them. Her gaze then quickly focused on Tamsin again."What is it Tamsin ?" she asked, wondering what would her bodyguard want.

"We should stop and rest for a while. If there will be more attacks on the way to Gerala, you may lose your men. Especially the wounded ones" Tamsin quickly explained, the young Banshee also joining their little banter. The Succubus Empress nodded, thinking.

"Also we are short on supplies. We may need to restock before returning. I suggest a small city not far away from here. I could sprint there with few of our soldiers and buy what we need" Tamsin finished, hoping her Mistress will see reason. As per usual, Ysabeau looked at her Banshee friend, asking for her comment. "Kenzi ?"

"I think TamTam here has a point. No need to risk your men when there are alternatives. I can write what we need and by the time she's back, we will be ready to continue" the young Banshee commented, already imagining what exactly did they needed. Even the small things she, personally, needed. She was, after all, still just a child.

The Empress slowly walked through her men, watching as they tiredly cleaned their weapons, as they started to burn the bodies and as they commented on the situation they were in. The Empress realized just how tired and frustrated her men were. She remembered her Aunt's lectures. Keep the morale high and every battle will be something you'll happily remember. And she was right.

The Empress went to her horse, taking her personal sack of wine and handling it to Kenzi, she smiled as the young Banshee stared at her with confusion. "We've been through a lot these last few days. They deserve their rest. Very well, I will ride to this town and buy what we need. Kenzi, write down everything" the Empress ordered, already preparing her horse for another travel. Both Kenzi and Tamsin stared at each other, not sure how to react.

After a short while, Tamsin was unable to be silent. "My Mistress I do not think this is wise" she tried to convince Ysabeau, but was met with denial almost immediately. "A big war party will draw attention. We will go undercover and just take what we need. I need to clear my head Tamsin. And you'll go with me" the Empress clarified, turning to her Banshee friend, placing a journal in her hands. The young Banshee quickly started to write whatever came to her mind. In the meantime, both Ysabeau and Tamsin already climbed on their horses, waiting. The Empress looked at the sky, relaxing her mind as she waited. She was far too tired to do anything else today, but this needed to be done. As much as she wanted to be home, this just had to be done. For her men.

The young Banshee handled Ysabeau the journal. Quickly reading through, the Empress nodded, tapping her best friend on her head. "Kenzi, I'm giving you command until I'm gone" the Empress smiled, readying her horse for sprinting. Kenzi rolled her eyes, playing the annoyed act just to entertain her best friend. "Geez..." Kenzi groaned, already heading towards the General. Ysabeau, slowly leaving, smiled, laughing a bit. "Keep them safe" she said, already galloping away on her ebony horse. Tamsin quickly followed.

"Yes your Highness !" Kenzi yelled back as she watched her best friend leaving in the distance with her Valkyrie friend. She had hoped nothing serious would happen on their road, even though she very well knew how battle hardened her best friend was. They survived through hell these past few months, slaying both demons and their enemies near the borders of Sar'Gah. Many comrades have fallen, giving their lives in these senseless battles. Even though the Empress has tried many, many times to arrange a peace, no one would listen. Her enemies would simply laugh, and that was the right time for either Kenzi or Tamsin to punish them in the only way they knew. Death.

The two riders rode swiftly to the small city of Ryad. They rode, leaving their brethren behind to rest and relax. They need it, after all. The Empresses thoughts were clouded by tiredness of her own. Truth be told, she haven't slept in days. Dreams, or more likely nightmares haunted her sleep more than ever. She had no idea what could have caused them. Was it the unhealthy amount of blood she had shed these past months ? Was it a curse ? Or just simple dreams ? She had no idea.

Their unexpected journey has quickly ended as they finally arrived to their destination. Most lights were out, except of the local pub, something that remind Ysabeau of a brothel, and the general store. The Empress wondered why on Earth would someone still be in there. As they slowly entered the city of Ryad, its drunken residents gazed in terror and confusion at them both. The Empress quickly adjusted her cape, effectively hiding her entire face, only leaving her eyes to see on the road. The Valkyrie did the same. Binding their horses to the nearby stand, the Empress sniffed the air, already feeling the sweet sexual energy that covered this Gods forgotten city.

"Humans ?" she asked her bodyguard. Tamsin nodded and they both slowly neared the general store. "Mostly. I can sense some Fae too, but no one we should be bothered about" the Valkyrie explained, her head indicating which Fae did she meant. Mostly scum, the Empress has thought. But there was something else in the air. Something that drew her away. She stopped, Tamsin quickly followed. Ysabeau glanced at the store, her head already giving orders. "Get whatever we need. I'll take a look around" the Empress said, handling her bodyguard the journal Kenzi gave her. Tamsin simply stared, not sure what to think. Leaving her Mistress alone was something she shouldn't do. Especially after a battle."My Mistress is this truly wise ?" she tried to convince her Mistress once again, but as always it was for no use. Ysabeau had her own head, after all. "No, but I need to be alone. Now go" the Empress answered, already leaving her bodyguard behind her. Tamsin tried one more time. "But Mistress.." but as always, it did nothing. Ysabeau waved her off, already heading to the place that drew her just moments ago.

It was strange. Not once in her already long life did she felt something so sweet and... Somehow, it was calling her. Not sure if it was her hunger talking, or the beast hidden in her heart, Ysabeau slowly walked to the place, unsure what she'll find there. Her swift hand already gripping her hidden blade, just to be safe.

When she arrived at the place, a dark alley where five men assaulted this one, blonde woman, Ysabeau felt rage filling her mind. Men. Always the same. Taking what they want with force, no matter the consequences. The poor woman was yelling and screaming for help, and that was when the Empress snapped, her eyes turning azure blue. A living proof of her beast taking control. Control she would willingly give. Taking the knife from the hidden spot in her boots, shrouded in night and shadows, the Empress yelled at the assaulters, taking their focus away from the already unconscious woman. "You want some, bitch ? There's plenty for you here !" the one man roared, running towards the Empress. His already drunk moves were clumsy and he nearly tripped, and when he finally arrived right before Ysabeau, he tried to punch her but failed miserably. His fist only neared her face, the Empress moved swiftly, kicking him into his stomach, he groaned in pain. Ysabeau grabbed him by his hair, his face near hers as she sucked some Chi out of him. Disgusting, she thought to herself, spitting on the ground, hitting the man's face to the wall, instantly breaking it, surely killing him. Her azure eyes focused now on the remaining attackers, and on the not breathing woman. She had to end this quickly.

The Empress ran towards her targets, her blade firmly in her hand, ready to shed a bit more blood tonight. One of the attackers had broken a glass bottle, using it as his temporary weapon. He tried to slash the Succubus, but little did he know how swift she is. She dodged it with grace, slashing his neck in an instant, throwing him at his companions. She laughed as she saw their face covered with disgust and partly fear, but she did not stopped. Her blade found its next target in the other man's stomach, and as Ysabeau twisted the knife, going deeper and deeper, he yelled, begging his companions for help. It was futile as the Empress snapped his neck in an instant, his lifeless body hitting the ground. Two remained. One of the remaining attackers picked a knife, hurling swift attacks that the Empress dodged with elegance and grace. It almost looked like a war dance. When the one hit however came dangerously close to her neck, she turned to the other side, sticking her knife deep inside the fool's skull. A roar came from behind her and she knew there was no way of getting her knife out of the skull fast enough. Time to get dirty. She turned to face the attacker, her palm raising, aiming at the last attacker that was ready to end the Empress. Suddenly he stopped, his body feeling dangerously hot, boiling even. He dropped the knife, touching his face, trying to get the heat away. He screamed, throwing himself to the wall, punching his head over and over and over again, until there was nothing else to punch. His face was entirely destroyed.

Ysabeau smiled. No matter how disgusting it was to control her subjects, she enjoyed it so much. Part of her Mesmer lineage. And since her blood was of the Blood Sage, she could call upon any of her abilities hidden in her blood, at any time. That was her special gift. That was what made her unstoppable. Shaking away her temporary loss of control, her gaze quickly focused on the unconscious woman lying on the ground. She went to her, quickly checking her pulse. There was none. No no no, don't do this to me. She looked for any visible wounds on her body, and then she saw the gathering pool of blood on her chest. Stab wound.

Was there something she was supposed to do ? Ysabeau was the Empress of these lands, and yet here she was, giving away her own Chi to safe this woman who surely was nothing more than a common whore. Why was she doing this ? Why did she interfered ? Was it simply her duty as the ruler of these lands ? Was it because she felt sorry for this woman ? Maybe it was the rape situation that clouded her mind ? She did not knew. All she knew was that this woman had to live. For some reason, she would not allow her to perish that quickly.

She could already feel the weakness clouding her mind but finally, she could feel the pulse again. The woman in her arms inhaled sharply, taking in as much air as possible. Her gaze quickly turned to the woman that was holding her. Surprise. She did not understand what was happening. "Easy there" Ysabeau said calmly, her eyes returning to their original brown ink. She sat on the ground, her hand touching her temple. Hungry. She looked at the woman in front of her. Something was so strange about her. She closed her eyes, overtaking her control again. She was the master in this body, no one else. "How are you feeling ?" Ysabeau asked with her eyes still closed, but received no answer. She looked at the woman again and found her asleep. Great. With a huge sigh, Ysabeau managed to stand, using the wall as a support. She was so hungry. So tired. She felt another presence. Slowly walking into the alley.

A man came to them, asking questions, seeking answers, but he got none. Ysabeau had no mood for answering anything. She slammed the poor fool to the wall, sucking as much Chi out of him as possible, leaving him relatively alive. His body dropped to the floor, his lips smiling. The Empress felt good again. So to speak. Her eyes focused on the sleeping beauty on the dirty, disgusting ground. What a night. She took the woman into her arms, holding her tightly. This was no place for her. The Empress remembered the Inn they passed after riding through the city. That was her next stop.

She must have looked so strange, carrying a sleeping woman in her arms, but truth be told, everyone was far too drunk to care. Whores around every corner doing their job made her senses a bit dazed. After all those years of training, a common whore managed to ruin them in a second. Not to mention the one in her hands. What was so special about her, anyway ? Why was she doing this ? They came here for supplies, not to kill humans. What a strange day, she thought to herself. As she stepped inside the Inn, the innkeeper watched in horror at the Succubus, holding the sleeping human in her arms. He wanted to ask, but the look in the Empresses eyes told him not to. She was far too annoyed tonight to answer anything. So, he did what his guts told him. Ysabeau placed a rather full pouch of gold on the table, and at this the innkeeper offered the key, instructing which room was theirs. The Empress nodded, saying a silent Thanks, leaving with the sleeping beauty in her arms.

The room was rather filthy. What else could she expect in a place like this ? But it had a big bed, which was more than enough for her. Placing the blonde on it, she couldn't help it. She had to stare. Even though all those hits, blood smeared on her face, her ruined hair, this woman was somehow so.. enchanting, to say at least. There was something she could not really explain. Her clothes were ruined. Ysabeau did what she had to, undressing the sleeping woman, leaving her naked, dressed in only bruises. Covers of the bed were more than filthy and it felt wrong to cover this beautiful woman with them. The Empress took her cloak down, along with her coat, using them both as her own covers. It worked well enough. The woman did not stir one bit, no matter how much the Empress touched her bruised body. What was more important was that the stab wound was gone. Not entirely, but gone enough for the wound to properly heal. She looked for other wounds, worried she might have missed something earlier. But all she saw were bruises. Scars even. From before. Not because of tonight's attack. Something had marked her skin before. Was it Fae or human, she wondered. But why ? Why this woman ? What was so strange about her ? She did not know. A maid came in, holding a bowl full of warm water in her hands. Surely the innkeeper had send her. Surely he realized they will need help. She placed the bowl on the nearby table, quickly leaving afterwards, minding her own business. There was a tattered cloth near the bowl and so Ysabeau did something utterly out of her character.

The Empress placed the bowl with the cloth in it near the bed. She had to clean her face. At least a bit. At least to get the damn blood away. She took the cloth and very, very gently, started to rub those bloodied parts on her face, starting with her delicate lips, to her wounded cheek, around her closed eyes, ending on her temple. Who are you ? Ysabeau asked herself this question over and over, again and again, as she cleaned this woman's wounds. What am I even doing here ? Was the second question that came to her mind. But she found no answer. Was it truly because she cared for her people that much ? No. This was different. This woman was different. She was drawn to this place, after all.

After she was done, Ysabeau sat right next to her, taking a deep breath. This trip was far too complicated for her liking. This was supposed to be simple. Simple. Simple did not meant killing five humans and rescuing this damsel in distress. No. Take the supplies and go, that was simple. And now, she was lying in the bed with this unbelievably desirable woman, she tended her wounds, cleaned her face, she even gave her her own Chi. This surely was not simple.

Tamsin. It hit her. Her bodyguard is surely waiting. That, or searching. She was good at that. Searching for her prey. She truly was an angel. Angel of death that swore her oath to Ysabeau after she saved her and her family from a swift extinction. The Demon outbreak was the worst on north. So many have died under the blades and flames of these wretched creatures. And even though the Empress asked for help from her northern neighbor, she received none. Swiftly as the wind itself, she raised an army, sending the wretched demons back into the Underworld. Into the place they all belong. As one of the last families they have rescued, there were the Valkyries. Proud, yet almost extinct race. By saving the few remaining ones, the Succubus has become their one and only ally. An ally they will respect and protect. Tamsin was send to accomplish this goal. As their leader, there was no one else who could do this better.

Ah, and Kenzi. Her young Banshee, sister-like friend. So young and innocent when Ysabeau had found her, crying over the corpses of her family. Her mother, beheaded. Her father skinned. They never discovered what kind of a sick monster could do that to a twelve years old girl, murdering her parents like that. She had no idea and she had promised Kenzi to find this beast, no matter how much time it will take. A Banshee. Kenzi had no idea what she was. Who she was. Banshees were extremely rare, maybe that was the point of hunting one ? Taking her as a trophy ? The Succubus Empress was disgusted by both her kind and the human one. It was a terrible action to witness. And a cruel one. Taking away a child from such a brutal scene. That was...It was one of the most terrifying things the Succubus Empress had to do. But she had to. There was no other way. And after years of training, Kenzi was able to control her deadly voice. She became one of the most dangerous beings in this world.

The Succubus Empress heard a knock on the door. Her thoughts quickly leaving her mind as she very slowly went to open the door, first asking who it was. A female voice, very well known to her.

Tamsin.

A/N - Ok, this is the first chapter. Hope you enjoyed and if so, please leave a review so i can know what to change, or what to improve. Thanks for reading, anyway :)