The Fall-From-Grace Diaries

My vision of Fall-From-Grace's past. I have had this planned for years, but there was never a Planescape section until recently so…

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Chapter 1: The Birth of a Demoness

Gianella and Hollythorn felt honoured to be at Delilah's side at the time. Holly was generally not allowed in Delilah's territory, and Gianella was the most powerful succubus since Malcanthet.

Delilah was a powerful succubus by her own right. She was the mother of twelve young succubi, and Gianella was her firstborn. Holly was Gianella's sire, as succubi could take on male forms and mate with their fellow succubi. That was how most purebloods came to be. In fact, Delilah was right now giving birth to her second child with Holly, and that's why the other two succubi were with her.

Childbirth was painless for a succubus. It was uncomfortable, yes, but succubi had no pain receptors in their vaginal area. Being a race of sex demons had advantages, certainly. Having children was Delilah's life.

"I cannot believe you're replacing me," Gianella hissed. She was a jealous, conceited young demoness; she wanted to be the queen of them all one day. She had attempted to overthrow the current queen, Malcanthet, once. She was lucky to escape only missing one of her horns.

"Gianella, don't start this up again," Holly said, stroking Delilah's blonde hair. Delilah wasn't in any pain, but it would still be easier if she were to relax.

Gianella snarled. "If this wasn't your child too, I would've killed you the instant you entered our home area! You should've stayed back in Shendlavri with that stupid queen of ours!" The young succubus yelled, her tail lashing.

Delilah roared, not able to handle the bickering any longer. Gianella was always like this. "Silence! Both of you shut up! Holly, deliver!" Delilah screamed.

Hollythorn went to help Delilah while Gianella walked off to a side. She already had eleven half-sisters, so why did she need another sibling? And this was a full sibling, sired by that defective Holly!

Yes, Gianella hated her sire. Holly wasn't evil, and she hardly even stole mortal souls! It was embarrassing to have been fathered by someone like that! Delilah was one of the finest succubi ever born. She was the same Delilah that had tricked the biblical hero Samson. She stole countless souls, and therefore Holly was not worthy to even fantasize about mating with her! How could Delilah have chosen the silver-haired bitch to sire any of her demon children.

Hollythorn squealed, snapping Gianella out of her thoughts, "Gianella, come meet your sister!" she exclaimed. She was holding a squirming, screeching demon child. The little one had blonde hair, just like Delilah, but her tiny wings resembled Holly's. Delilah had huge black wings, while Holly had pink wings. Gianella looked like the opposite, having Holly's hair and Delilah's wings.

"Go to Heaven, Hollythorn!" Gianella snapped, not moving from her spot.

"Give me my child!" Delilah demanded. Holly obeyed and sat next to Delilah. The elder succubus began nursing her daughter. "There is something odd here…why does she not bite? She has three primary fangs, like her sister did, but she does not bite. Gianella chewed my nipples up badly when she was little."

Holly grinned. "Maybe she will when she's a little bigger," she said.

"Gianella bit me up the day she was born," Delilah growled.

"Defective…" Gianella said in a singsong voice.

Delilah snarled at her oldest daughter. "Don't call her defective! Not all succubi bite at first, even though we are born with some fangs!" she yelled.

"So…what are we going to call her?" Holly asked.

"I could think of about ten good names," Gianella muttered to herself.

"Wingspirit Constellation," Delilah replied simply.

"That's great…if she isn't defective, and I really think she is," Gianella told her mother.

Delilah stared at her daughter, "If you don't stop this, I'm gonna sell you," she said.