She stood nervously at the street corner, trying to fan herself against the heat while keeping her wings close, tight against the world. Her halo lit up the dingy street corner, but the smog in the air reflected the light right back at her, illuminating her in the otherwise dark red atmosphere. She reached into a hip pouch and pulled out a map, nervously mulling it over as it spilled out in impossible directions.
"Hey girlie," said a sultry voice from behind her. She jumped, her wings half-extended for flight, before turning around to see a slim red-skinned succubus smirking at her. "You lost?"
"Oh, Thank Him," said the angel, making the succubus wince. "Sorry. Yes, I'm Incredibly Lost. I Was Supposed To Meet Someone Here, But I'm Not Even Certain I'm On The Right Corner..."
The succubus regained her composure, moving closer to the angel. "Let me see that map," she purred, slipping around the angel's wing to press against her side. The angel blushed as the succubus's bare flesh pressed into her robes. "Oh, you poor dear, you're all the way across town. I'm afraid you're going to be late to meet your friend." She turned to face the angel directly, causing her to back up. "But I know some other people you could meet. Friends of mine, that could make you feel good."
The angel continued backing up as the succubus advanced, until her wings hit the soot-blackened wall behind her. "N-No, No, That's Quite Alright, I Really Must Be Going, But You're Lovely- I Mean, I'm Sure Your Friends Are Lovely- Not That You Aren't, Miss, Just-"
"Shhh," said the succubus, putting a finger to the angel's lip. "I know what you mean. And I know what you need." She licked her lips as she placed her knee in between the angel's legs. The angel raised her hand to protest, and found it pinned to the wall by the succubus's fingers. Her long tongue wormed its way into the angel's open mouth, who couldn't fully repress a small moan. She bit into the angel's lip, sharp fangs drawing forth fluid that dribbled down the angel's chin.
The succubus blinked, and pulled back. The liquid running down the angel's lip was pitch black, an oily iridescent sheen on the surface. She tried to pull away, but found her wrist and the angel's caught together in some invisible wire.
The angel's halo flickered like a fluorescent lamp, then went out, leaving a mechanical-looking ring floating over her head. "Sorry, Miss," she said. "But Someone Upstairs Has Need Of You."
Before the succubus could react, the mimic grabbed her by the waist and both of them were yanked metaphysically upwards.
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