"I didn't expect to see that face so soon," said Ashlem, calmly looking into the face of the sexual energy sucker.
She quickly took out two smaller scythes and advanced on the two hunters. Her hair was as white as snow and a strange red energy that no one could describe sprang from her.
"I think it would be an injustice for two men to fight one woman," said Tony, dropping his weapons and clenching his fists so he could fight, but then he picked up his laser sword, because his enemy had weapons too.
Ashlem's eyes turned green and he clenched his fists very tightly. His face showed traces of seriousness bordering on terror and he immediately threw a punch that hit the air and then formed a gust of wind that hit Singla, causing her to recoil from the impact of the attack, dragged down by the force.
"Tony," said Ashlem, looking at his student, "Leave her to me and find a more viable way out of here.
"But..." Tony tried to say.
"Just do it," said Ashlem and then ran towards Singla, attacking her with a series of kicks and punches that caused Nero's servant to lose both her weapons.
Tony had already left to do exactly what Ashlem had said.
Singla fell over because of the attacks, which left her with no room to counter-attack.
"Get up, we haven't finished yet," said Ashlem.
She was breathing hard and seemed to have lost a lot of energy in a short period of time. Ashlem grabbed Singla by the neck and lifted her up.
"Tell me what I want to hear. It's not a condition for me to leave you alive."
"What exactly do you want to know?"
"I thought you were going to resist, but I'm glad to know I was wrong," said the Hunter, squeezing her neck tighter. "I want to know what you did with my memories?"
"It was Nero..."
"What did Nero do?" Ashlem screamed, asking.
"I can't breathe..." Singla tried to speak, but she couldn't breathe until she suddenly lost consciousness.
...
When Singla opened her eyes, she found herself naked, tied by the wrists to the roof of the hut where Tony and Ashlem had been for three days. The two hunters were there to get as much information as they needed from her.
"It won't take us long," said Ashlem, combing his afro hair. "Thank you very much, Tony, for bringing us a very important supply. Have you got any chewing gum in there?"
"Yes, Oyer. There's one here," said Tony and threw one to Ashlem, who caught it and then took out the paper and put it in his mouth, chewing.
It was like a trigger for the woman, bringing back memories of how she had once been a good person until she was accused of something she hadn't done and because Nero had crossed her path, the Devourer of Souls.
***
Singla Krugerer was originally a mortal woman, born in an isolated village in the mountains, far from the big cities of Moamba. Her childhood was marked by poverty, and her deeply religious family firmly believed in everything beyond human reason, such as supernatural and divine forces.
During her formative years, she stood out as a beautiful young woman, but she also possessed a sharp intellect, which attracted the envy and suspicion of those around her.
At the age of 19, Singla was wrongly accused of witchcraft by one of the village elders. She was isolated, forced to live on the edge of society and, in time, abandoned in a dark forest to die of hunger and despair.
However, that night, as she was abandoned, she encountered someone that would change her life forever — Nero, the Devourer of Souls, a demonic being of unusual and immeasurable power who hunted down and destroyed her misgivings, offering her a second chance, but at a price. He transformed her, turning her into a succubus.
Now endowed with supernatural powers, Singla had not only survived, but had become one of the most lethal of her kind, able to manipulate the sexual and vital energy of men. The disappointment she had felt in mortality, mixed with her new demonic nature, turned her into a ruthless creature with a keen hunting instinct and an insatiable hunger.
She sought retribution against those who had marginalised her and, in turn, discovered pleasure in manipulating and controlling men. Her relationship with Nero became a symbiosis: she was the seductive hand, he the strategic mind, guiding her steps.
The way Singla gained her new form and abilities was one she hadn't expected, but accepted because she had no choice.
It was night with dim light from the moon and a few stars shone like eyes witnessing the event that was about to take place. In a blouse and skirt, she was sitting on a large rock, hungry as hell and waiting for her certain death. Her tattered clothes were a contrast to her discernible beauty. Suddenly Nero arrived with an orange in his hand.
"Eat and be as strong as ever," said Nero.
"Who are you?" Singla asked in amazement, almost running away.
"Calm down. I'm Nero, the Devourer of Souls," he said in a soft, sensual voice.
The man was wearing a black cloak and had a huge sword on his back exuding black energy. His eyes were also black, but in a strangely seductive way. His hair was black and long.
"Get away from me," desperate Singla said.
"Just take this fruit and eat it, then I'll tell you what brought me here," said Nero, his voice sounding low.
 "Get out of here," she shouted.
"Well, I don't think you're a person of choice," said Nero, enjoying the orange in his hand.
"How do you know that?" Singla asked suspiciously.
"Let's just say I'm a god who can see everything beyond the obvious."
Singla's face changed and her eyes began to water.
"I..."
"Calm down, I know how you feel. A wronged soul, I hate it. That's why I'm here to save you, but first," he said and then threw the orange, which Singla immediately took, "eat it."
Without another word and with tears falling from her eyes, Singla took the first bite and immediately lost all hunger and felt a peculiar satisfaction.
"That's dif..."
"I know, it's strange."
"That's it."
"Wipe your tears, I don't like to see that," said Nero, approaching her.
Singla wiped her tears with the back of her left hand while she continued with the fruit with the other.
"Now, tell me, do you want to save yourself from this coming death and take revenge with the power I want to give you, or would you rather die as someone who is rubbish? Who is disposable. Who is useless," said Nero, standing next to her and taking her chin as a lover.
She paused and immediately flashed back to the events that had brought out an insane rage in her, remembering the accusations and the torture she had had to endure and then being left for death. After the flashback, she replied:
"Yes, I want the power."
"Very clever."
Nero kissed Singla, who hadn't expected it, resisting for just a few seconds and then feeling something very strong and deep invading her heart. The man's tongue invited the woman's tongue to dance together.
The kissing became more and more intense and spicy. Nero began to fondle Singla, who consented. They both kneaded and kissed each other more and more, exchanging breath as if there was no end.
"Wait, what am I doing?" Singla said, when she suddenly stopped and thought she was doing the wrong thing, but she still felt like she wanted it, it was strange.
"You're gaining your power. You'll be unstoppable, my dear," said Nero and the simple words seemed enough to convince the future member of her new abilities.
She turned back to the act that was taking place, and immediately saw her cloak fall along with Nero's sword and her complete nakedness.
It went on for several minutes and when Singla was about to climax, Nero stopped. 
Suddenly Singla was alone on the floor, with snow-white hair, no clothes. Then her breathing returned to normal and, as if in a dream, she opened her eyes and was still in the same place and still in the same condition, with a different sensation.
A voice sounded in her ear saying:
"Pact consummated, you belong to me."
It was Nero's voice.
And that's how Singla sealed her pact with Nero, becoming a succubus.