Right, you miserable lot. Let's talk about succubi. That's the plural of succubus, for all of you who wanked your way through classes.

Which, while we're on the subject, is what succubi are meant to make you do. But sometimes, they don't bother with the tidy bodies and gorgeous faces. Sometimes, they're not interested in sucking your soul out through your dick. They'd rather rip it out of your chest. That's when they come at you with bloody great teeth and claws and other things you don't want to hear about. And that's when you remember they're not just tarts--they're demons.

As far as I can tell, some of the uglier ones were here, in this City. They didn't meet the best of ends, though. Something sprayed their metaphysical guts all over the City. Turns out that shit burns. In a metaphysical sense, of course. Burns in this case meaning "turns whoever and whatever it touches a little bit demonic themselves." Or more than a little bit, if you're following along at home.

The deities couldn't be arsed mopping it up. No surprise there, eh? The only surprise is that somehow we managed to do it without their help. Maybe I'm not completely surrounded by idiots. Just mostly.

[ooc: what's that? Nope, John is not admitting that he was responsible for the hellplot...that would be too easy. But those who are aware that there was a massive spiritual backlash right around his return, followed by several days of nightmares and bad feelings, followed by the hellplot, may put the pieces together and accuse him if they so wish. Mood reads as "annoyed."]

If I were a less cynical bloke, I might be asking why everyone in this City lets the deities get away with bollocks like yesterday's curse. Too bad I already know: because everyone's too bloody scared and apathetic to do shit about it. Easier to stick your brain-damaged heads in the sand, wait for the next curse, and pretend it won't be as bad.

Too bad for you I haven't got the slightest intention of following your lead. The gods here haven't learned that if you want to run a hateful, hurtful world, you'd better do it from the shadows and the sidelines so no one can come after you and make you pay.

Oh, and for the rest of you. I've heard a little something about eating souls?

You can try mine, but you'll be puking it out in the gutters after the first bite.

That shit is tainted.

[OOC: Strikes are internal monologuing. Feel free to poke him with ex-characters for the curse.]