This story was inspired by the mini comic called "Monster Under The Bed". If you want to look for it just search it on Tumblr. After reading this I got an idea in my head, plus there's like zero Zyle fics around so tada! Hope you like it. Don't own AHS or the characters.
Once upon a time, when witches had to run from their homeland of Salem and into the swamps of New Orleans, there was a girl named Elizabeth Proctor. Elizabeth had the power of resurgence, having the ability to bring living things back to life. Her power was strong; she could help heal the sick and dying just by a simple touch.
But Elizabeth was lonely, finding a gentleman was hard to come by. With human men she had to hide what she was, and warlocks were extremely rare…and often up in a school far away from the city. So one night, as she was looking through spell books, she stumbled upon something that might help her. It was a spell, conjuring up the perfect man. With this they were bounded to each other, no pain nor sorrow would come between them. To her this was perfect! It had to be done. So, that very night she gathered her things for the spell, reciting the spell over and over. But, little did she know this spell had some serious consequences. For she failed to read the entire thing, for you see. While she would be conjuring the perfect mate, it said nothing about a human mate. Suddenly, she noticed the room going dark. The candles blew away from a gust of wind. A spit fire ran in a circle all around her, and soon he appeared. But he was not like what she originally thought; in fact…it wasn't a he at all!
It stood over six feet tall, long…bat like ears on either side of its long dark mane. A tail, swishing back and forth as its growls filled the room. That's when she saw it, its eyes, glowing a fierce red while its long claws reached out toward her. She screamed, trying her hardest to get away. When she informed her Supreme, she noticed the woman hang her head in shame.
"Elizabeth…you have no idea what you have done. You have summoned the Incubus, and you have cursed your bloodline for all eternity."
The woman's words rang true, for when Elizabeth finally found a man and married. The wedding night was greeted with great sorrow. For just as they were about to make love, her husband started to bleed and have seizures. A brain aneurysm, the worst anyone had ever seen. While the witches found a way to control this for Elizabeth, it was far too late. The Curse of the Black Widow was born, and will stay for as long as time allowed.
For you see, as the curse goes, when you summon an Incubus you are forever bounded to it. If you do not go through the bonding ceremony, you and your family are cursed. For every male that comes in contact, will die for laying with an Incubus' promised. The promised would be born under a lunar eclipse, and so far there had been two recorded in the Proctor bloodline. Hazel Wilcox…and most recently Zoe Benson.