Insatiable Hunger: Chapter 11
The next week was me getting my affairs in order. Either way you look at it, I’m not long for this world. I invite my kids over for dinner, I still couldn’t bring myself to tell them. But I did go out of my way to remind them of where everything is, should anything happen to me. After they leave, I sit down in my favorite armchair. The dim glow of the living room lamp casts shadows on the wall. I pull out the business card. My mind races, replaying the succubus’s words over and over like a broken record. “Become something more than just a mortal man.” The promise of power, of vitality, of escaping the inevitable decay of my body is tempting, dangerously so. The weight of the decision presses down on me …