#{ axius scourge / chapter one }

[lxwlers]

For many children, the idea that your parent was involved in any... adult activities were likely the topic of uncomfortable thought, let alone conversation, but Ivy never felt that way with her mother. It was how she lived. Truthfully, she herself was always a little relieved that that particular aspect wasn't passed down to her. She was her mother's daughter, and it wasn't a difficult feat to find someone to take home for a few hours - or the evening, depending on how it went - but she always felt that the nature of a succubi required a lot more maintenance, and Ivy counted herself lucky with the abilities she did have.

She grew up knowing that her parents weren't soulmates, certainly not true love, but valued their friendship as that was all she understood out of parents. As the years went by and her and Evelyn grew closer, she got used to seeing 'friends', or other nutritional flings pass through the various places her mother lived. Rarely did she see any in Evelyn's house, though. When she had entered, down the hallway into the sitting room, Ivy was almost taken aback by the squared shoulders of a man staring at a painting. Quickly doing a once over of the room and found her mother was not around, she carefully stepped closer. "And who might you be?" she sighed. "Can't get enough of my mother, can you?"

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