This was the last straw.
It was Hallowe'en night and Betty Cooper sat on her couch, sniffling, drinking a bottle of wine. Archie had left her in the cold... again! She and him had agreed to go as Barbara Eden and Larry Hagman from "I Dream of Jeannie" to the party, but he'd been
late to pick her up. She'd paced around in her pink harem girl outfit , trying to get him on the phone. When he finally answered, she heard a female voice beside him and music in the background.
"Wait, who's that with you, Archie?"
"(tell her it's the TV!)" "Uh, sorry Betts, my jalopy broke down and I uh, had to get it towed, so I'm stuck at home watching--"
She slammed the phone down. Now, half-drunk, still wearing her costume, she stood and stumbled across the living room to the kitchen. On the way there, she bumped into the bookcase, and a book slid out of the top shelf, landing open on the floor.
"Huh?" she picked it up. "Magic and witchcraft?" she snickered. She knew her parents were odd, but in never occured to her that her mother had a witchy phase. Just for fun, she thumbed through it until she spotted a ritual.
"How to summon a demon...?"
Betty knelt on the basement floor before a circle of salt, holding a rat she'd found in one of the humane mousetraps.
"Asmodeus, Carnal Lord, Prince of Desire, with this sacrifice, grant me a boon!" She brought the cleaver down on the squirming rat. The basement suddenly went dark and a tall horned figure appeared in the circle of salt, wreathed in shadow.
"I am summoned," The demon spoke. "Speak, mortal!"
She poured out her story, how Archie was always brushing her off to be with Veronica and how she tried her best to be his perfect girl but he'd never notice. She finished by telling the story of tonight, her voice quavering with heartache.
The creature smiled almost kindly. "I can't make Archie love you," he said sympathetically. "But I can give you the power to, if that is what you wish."
Betty nodded. "Oh... okay," she said with a sniffle. "How?"
"It's simple: You will be transformed into a succubus, a creature of desire," the demon explained. "You'll have the power to make any man or woman want you."
"W-wait, do I have to sell you my soul or something for this?" Betty asked hesitantly.
The demon shook its head. "No, of course not! I am willing to give you this power for ninety-nine hours. Surely enough time to convince your paramour." What the demon didn't tell Betty was that being a succubus for so long would blacken her soul with
corruptive influence. No one could resist the lure of such power. After ninety-nine hours, she'd willingly offer up her soul to stay a succubus forever!
Betty did some mental calculation. "That's like... four days, right? I can do four days."
"Good," the demon nodded and produced a bony quill and a parchment. "A drop of blood and the pact is sealed." Betty took the quill and pricked her thumb. The red droplet plopped on the parchment with a hiss.
"It is done," the demon said. He didn't bother to warn Betty of the side effects. After all, that was part of the fun.
"Betty held her head and gasped as she felt the transformation begin...