Disclaimer All the characters appearing in Gargoyles and Gargoyles: The Goliath Chronicles are copyright Buena Vista Television/The Walt Disney Company. No infringement of these copyrights is intended and nothing but the utmost respect for their creators is implied.
I've gotten a lot of help from Icicella. Although she doesn't know from any solid resources what some stuff is, she got the information regarding Blasnar discipline from the Internet. This is unconfirmed information, and was vague, but we both enjoyed the concept, so we used it.
This story involves adult content. Mature readers only.

Last time, on Gargoyles:

Woman: "I'm only here to love you."
Hugin: "The succubi have managed to resurface on Midgard." "Blasnar discipline is abroad."
Travis Marshall: "The gargoyle task force is looking into the possibility of gargoyle involvement."
Colleen Callahan: "It looks as if there were two different blood types mixed together." "I was going on a hunch, but I checked that hallucinogen in the victims. It's the same stuff."
Brooklyn: *convulsing wildly*
Angela: "Brooklyn!"
Oberon: "Odin, I allow you to take leave of the Gathering to deal with this menace."
"Seduction"

And now the continuation . . .

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Elisa Maza watched the sun rise up, tinting the sky a purple hue, high atop Goliath's battlement, the highest point on Wyvern, where Goliath stood, his stone wings outstretched, and the sleeping, stone form of his second command carried in his arms. Even after a few years of those same sunrises, it was still a privilege to be there. And this morning, the scene of Goliath, with Brooklyn in his arms, humbled the leader of the Wyvern Clan.
She took a deep breath in, then turned and descended the curving staircase to where Owen Burnett was waiting for an elevator.
"Good morning, Owen," she said.
He turned, and nodded, "Detective." There was a moment of silence until the doors slid open and Elisa walked in. To her surprise, Owen went in too. She had very seldom seen the butler outside the Eyrie Building without David Xanatos, Owen's employer, nearby.
"Detective Maza," said Owen, "I'm going somewhere that might interest you."
"Oh?" Elisa raised an eyebrow.
Owen nodded, "Yes, Belvedere Castle."
"I've been there," said Elisa, as she watched the floors scroll by, "I'm afraid it doesn't bring back the fondest of memories."
"Demona won't be there, this time," said Owen, "but another acquaintance of yours should be." He looked straight at her, "Will you join me?"
She shrugged, "Sure." She was non-chalant about it, but inside she was burning with curiousity. She noted this with a smile; it was curiousity that had led her to the man she wanted to marry.

The Woman fled as the sunlight peaked over the horizon. The sun didn't obliterate her kind, but the extraordinary light hurt their eyes, their black eyes. There was some commotion about the man lying dead on the sidewalk, and his blood all around him. The Woman, however, knew that she was being pursued by the trickster, so, hoping to leave no clues behind, had given her victim the Blasnar, even though she had just raped him to feed.
She always felt good after she fed. Her kind didn't feed off of sex, but the corruption it wrought. But she had to find a way to fulfill her plans; her entire species depended on her success.
The Woman, Ja'Hira of the Ninety-Second Brood, was a Succubus. The Succubi and Incubi were a species from one of the many far realms. They fed off corruption, and one of their most entertaining forms of corruption was to go into the dreams of mortals and rape them. Sometimes, they would even enter the world through their rifts and rape the mortal physically. But then Odin and his Valkyries had closed all the rifts. That had proved to be their problem, until the death of the One. It was surprising that such a horrible incident could be the savior of a species. They had had to set aside their wrenching grief, which had taken many of the Incubi and Succubi through suicide, and use the opportunity that present itself to save themselves from obliteration.
Ja'Hira looked at the dark liquid in the obsidian chalice. This was their savior. She smiled and put it back in her cloak. She squinted at the sunlight, and drew her hood over her dark eyes, stealing away into a dark alley. Dark is evil's best friend, and could it have been tangible, Ja'Hira probably would have shown it her friendship in a very intimate way.

Romania
The Incubus and his companion walked into the mausoleum. He had short blue hair. Blue is perhaps not the correct word. It was so light it could almost be considered white. His goat-like horns curved back behind his pointed ears, and his eyes were black, with no sign of any pupil or iris. His velvet cloak fell just above his "feet," revealing his clawed replacement for toes. His Succubus companion had light green hair, and small wings growing out of the back of her head. She shook her head to throw the incandescent hair from her dark eyes.
"Are you sure this is the one?" she demanded.
"Calm down, Afferial," he chided, "When's the last time I was wrong?"
Afferial sighed, "You've never made a suggestion before," she said. She turned to look behind her, "I still don't like it, Shaff. Either this isn't the place or they're preparing for an ambush."
"An excellent observation, Demon Lady," the voice, with a thick Romanian accent, flooded the room.
Afferial and Shaff drew their spears from their cloaks.
"Where is he?" Afferial demanded.
Shaff shook his head in despair, "How the hell should I know?"
The coffins suddenly burst open, and the pale figures sat upright.
Afferial smiled, showing her fangs, "It's feeding time," she said, and her spear suddenly flared up into a bright purple flame. She shot it at a nearby vampire. It sunk into the creature's heart, and the heart suddenly exploded.
Afferial jumped over to the open coffin, slit the vampire's wrists, and drained the thick blood spurting out into a bottle.
Shaff jumped onto a coffin and the vampire stood up. She kicked out at Shaff and he fell off onto the ground with a thud.
She vaulted over to him, he caught her with the butt end of his spear and impaled her through the heart. She rolled, and jumped to her feet, tearing the spear from her chest.
Afferial kicked a vampire away, then sealed the bottle. She picked up her spear and, as the same vampire jumped at her, shot it in the heart.
"Two for two!" she shouted, running to the body, "How about you!"
"I'm not done!" Shaff replied, sweeping the legs out from the vampire. She fell, hissing and baring her fangs. Shaff stepped on her chest and looked at his hand, and it suddenly burst into bright yellow flames. The vampire stared in horror and wriggled around in vain. He reached inside the hole the spear had made. The flesh around it became charred, and the vampire died. Shaff round-housed an approaching vampire away and slit the wrists of his victim, emptying the contents of her veins into a bottle.
Afferial shook any extra blood out of the dead vampire's wrists, and then grabbed up her spear, impaling a vampire and then thrusting it off, "We've got enough for now, let's go!"
Shaff wiped a trickled of blood from his lip and licked it up, "My sentiments exactly."
Their claws skittering across the floor, the pair of demons ran for the doors of the mausoleum. The Succubi hated the sunlight, but it didn't kill them, unlike vampires. So their escape was unmolested.
"So now we need some fae blood," said Afferial, slipping into a shadow of a building.
"Ja'Hira says we can get some back in Manhattan," said Shaff. He got up, pulling his hood over his eyes, "Speaking of which, she should be expecting us. Let's go."
Afferial followed suit, putting her hood over her black eyes, then she followed Shaff into the sunlight.

Owen stopped in the middle of Belvedere Castle. Elisa stood beside him. She hadn't believed how boring an hour or two's conversation with that man had been from Eyrie to there. "So, how's the weather?" she might ask. He'd point out the window, "It's right there, see for yourself."
"He should be coming soon, Detective," said Owen. Elisa snapped back to reality.
A large, bearded Norseman suddenly stepped out from behind a wall. Elisa gasped, "Odin!"
He grinned, "Ah, Lady Maza," he knelt and kissed her hand, "I apologize for the circumstances under which we last met. I hope to be only on the best of terms with you."
"Uhh . . ." Elisa had never seen such politeness since a guy had tried to pick her up in high school, "Thanks."
Odin looked with some contempt at Owen, "Hello, Puck," he greeted, "I would say it's nice to see you, but it isn't. Why do you take human form?"
"I have been . . . restricted, Father Lord," said Owen respectfully. He glanced at the armour-clad women behind him, "Hello, Mist," he called to one of them, "You're looking attractive."
"I would hold your tongue if you value keeping it," said Mist.
"I meant only the utmost respect," said Owen.
"You didn't last time."
Elisa almost went wide-eyed as Owen blushed, which was something she had never imagined possible from that man.
"Lady Maza," said Odin, "I'd like to introduce you to my Valkyries, the Maidens of Valhalla. My children of Asgard, this is Lady Elisa of the House of Maza. We met last year in Norway," he turned back to Elisa, "This must be Manhattan Isle."
"In a word," Elisa nodded, "Goliath's sleeping. Owen brought me here."
"Owen?"
Owen held up a hand to get the God's attention, "Me, Father Lord. I have assumed a different name with this form."
"Interesting."
"You are here no doubt because of the Blasnar," said Owen.
Odin nodded, "Yes, and the succubi."
"Succubi?!" Owen's eyes bulged, "Here? That's impossible," he protested.
Odin shook his head gravely, "Hugin and Munin have never led me astray."
"Let's not forget that incident in Asgard," Owen reminded.
Odin frowned, "Oh . . . well that was special circumstances."
"What's a Succubi?" asked Elisa.
"Succubi is plural, Miss Maza," Owen explained, "A Succubus is a female demon who goes into men's dreams and rape them. Until a millennia ago, they were not only restricted to dreams, but could come into the mortal realm itself to carry out their deed. But the rift between their universe and ours was sealed."
"The Succubi have returned nevertheless," said Thruth, another Valkyrie.
"I was just about to summon the best tracking dog when you arrived," said Odin.
"Bronx is still asleep," said Elisa.
Odin smiled, "I mean no disrespect, Lady Maza," he said, "But Bronx is not the best tracking dog. I'll have to take to his mistress first, though." He glanced to one of his female warriors, "Hlathguth?"
Elisa didn't know that that many necklaces existed. The woman wore at least three dozen necklaces around her neck, and even more were draped around her shoulders, hanging from her belts, and strapped around her ankles and wrists. She was searching through some necklaces around her neck. They were all drastically different, made up from gold, steel, bronze, and other metals. Some were laced with ruby or sapphire beads, while others had one simple pendant. Elisa noticed with some curiousity that one was just a piece of yarn going through a quartz pendant.
"Here is it," said Hlathguth, picking out a necklace made from a copper chain, going through a hole in a ruby, carved to look like a flame. Hlathguth took it off her neck and gave it to Odin.
"Thank you, Hlathguth," Odin nodded.
"Always, Father Lord," the Valkyrie replied respectfully.
Odin took the pendant in his hand, "Mistress Hel, that I might see,
Come to Midgard and talk with me."
The ruby suddenly flared orange, and it shot a fireball out to hit the ground. A small, fiery portal opened. Odin looked into it, "Hel?"
"Go away," a firm, female voice replied, "I'm busy."
"Let Thanatos handle it," said Odin.
"Look, with Anubus entertaining Odin on Avalon, we are thoroughly behind schedule. I swear, Odin, if I leave, the world will be overpopulated in a week," the formless voice replied, "Humanity had better start a war soon and decrease the surplus population."
Elisa looked a little insulted.
"Hel, I need Garm," said Odin.
"Ooooh no," she replied, "Garm is staying right here, and I am not about to let him go gallivanting off in Midgard."
"He won't be gallivanting," said Odin, "I'll have him on a firm leash."
"Ha!" the voice replied with a laugh, "You can hardly keep a leash on your Valkyries, I'm not going to lend you my watchdog."
"I keep my Valkyries firmly under control."
"Oh? What about Brynhild, or Rota."
"Those are both special cases."
"So am I, Odin."
"Can we talk face to face, at least?"
The portal suddenly flared and a huge geyser of flame shot up. When it cleared, a pale woman clad mostly in gold stood where the portal had been. Behind her, a dog, bigger than even Bronx, was dripping red saliva.
"What's wrong, Odin?" Hel demanded.
"It's the succubi again," said Odin.
Hel snarled, "We've been chasing those bitches since 1492. Don't they ever die?"
"I need Garm to track them down," said Odin.
"Look, so the succubi are mutating a few humans, what's a few humans, more or less?" Hel demanded. She glanced at Elisa, "No offense, Elisa," she semi-apologized.
Elisa raised an eyebrow, "How do you know me?"
"I know my part of the world, you just happen to be in it," said Hel. She turned back to Odin, "Speaking of which, the next time you see your boss you tell him that we need the Banshee back."
"She's a little disposed of," said Owen.
"She?" said Hel, "you make it sound like there's only one, Owen."
"There is," said Odin.
"What?!" Hel demanded, "That's like taking the . . . that's horrible, how the hell did that happen?"
"Remember that incident in 1632?"
"Oh," Hel said, a little disappointed, "Right."
"Anyway," the Father Lord continued, "It's not the succubi that Oberon's worried about. He doesn't care what they do to the humans. His problem is with examples. If he lets this Blasnar business slip through, he could be in fear from the Baal and the like."
Hel shook her head, "I hate that Baal so much. Next time I see her I'll teach her who's the real boss."
"We’re hoping you won't get to see her, ever," said Sváva.
"So you want Garm to find the base of the succubi and lead the Valkyries against them."
"That was the main idea," said Odin.
Elisa eyes the enormous dog behind Hel, "Is that Garm?"
"Why yes it is," said Hel, smiling. She reached down and patted Garm's head, "He's an excellent animal."
A Valkyrie, quite scandalously clad in very exposing armour, danced up to the watchdog, "Hi Garm," she said, kneeling down in front of him. He smiled and licked her vigorously, "Good boy."
"Hello, Rota," said Hel.
"Oh," Rota looked up, wiping dog slobber off her face, "Hi Hel, how are things?"
"Fine," said Hel, "now please stop seducing my dog."
"Can we please take him with us, please?" asked Rota, "I'll take good care of him, you can come along if you like."
"Thanatos has enough trouble, I wouldn't be surprised if he'd kill both pilots on a passenger airplane just to get a little ahead of schedule," Hel said.
Rota looked up at the mistress of death with hopeful eyes.
"Oh, all right," she said, "but don't expect any more help from me for a few centuries, at least, this world isn't going to keep everyone sustained forever." She opened the same portal from beneath herself and slid down into it. It closed up with a belch of smoke.
Odin nodded, giving the necklace back to Hlathguth, "Thank you."
She accepted it, "Always, Father Lord." She then returned it to around her neck.
"So how can Garm find the scent at all?" Elisa asked.
"I was just about to get to that," said Odin. He outstretched his hand, and the entire party was flooded with light and disappeared from Belvedere Castle.

The obsidian chalice shattered against the wall. Afferial grabbed him around the neck to keep him from falling. He was trembling chaotically.
"Shh," she said, "Shh . . ."
He calmed down a bit. Now the hallucinations were over. She had force-fed him enough for it to take a good effect. His torso and arms suddenly sprouted a thick, dark fur, and his shirt ripped as he grew a few inches and his muscles became more pronounced. Above his ears, a pair of goat-like horns grew out to curve under his newly pointed ears.
"Wonderful," said Afferial, "Come with me, I have some friends who should be dying to meet you."

The Vampires of Romania closed the doors of the mausoleum.
"How vere zey allowed to reach here?" a tall vampire demanded.
"We don't know," the scandalously clad female vampire stepped up onto his dais, "We don't even know how they uncovered the fact that we lived here."
"Alarnis," the tall one called, "Vhat do you plan to do to rectify zis situvation?"
"We hadn't, Lord OnLyon," Alarnis replied, "as Talnia stated, we don't know how they found us here. We thought that we were safe from both the succubi and the Blasnar, and they come in one package this time."
"The succubi never minded our being before," said Talnia, "the Blasnar, however, are another matter," she paused, drew a switchblade from her belt, extended the blade and slit her tongue. She gasped in an orgasmic pleasure as she tasted her own blood, "Sorry, Lord," she apologized, "Anyway, the only way we can hope to overcome this speed bump is to follow it back to its source."
"They're not as ignorant as humans," said Alarnis gravely, "Humans have been manipulated by the media to think that a stake through the heart is what will kill us. If we wage war on the succubi, they will have the power to obliterate the Nosferatu."
"Ve vill not give zem zee chance to come back und spill our blood for zeir drinks," said OnLyon, "Vhen darkness falls, ve vill pack up our things and leave zis place."
"No matter where we run to, the succubi are tenacious enough to follow," said Talnia, "We could run to the very reaches of the universe, and they would still hunt us down like vermin."
"Precisely what are you suggesting, my dear Talnia," asked Alarnis.
"We will follow the succubi back to its source in America," said Talnia, "and take them out of the equation."

The light of translocation wasn't even finished fading before Garm began to sniff at the mutated body of the rape victim. He continued to sniff, until he found something. He lifted his head, a little confused, it seemed, and then sniffed again in the same spot. He then pointed his nose northward and perked his ears up.
Elisa glanced at him and then to where he was pointing. She shrugged, "Nothing much that way."
"Apparently there is, Lady Maza," said Thruth, "The succubus who killed this man lies in that direction."
"So how do we follow them?" asked Elisa.
"We leave it to Garm," said Hlathguth, taking a sapphire pendent on a silver band from her belt. She draped it around Garm's neck, and he walked northward, sniffing the floor intensely.
"This doesn't make any sense," said Owen, "why would the succubi take up Blasnar practice?"
"Does it matter?" Hrist asked, "They must be taken out immediately."
Owen sighed, "Hrist, even if we were able to destroy the succubi, it would only be the brood in Manhattan. Succubus Broods are known to work together on many occasions. It's a sacred code of their society not to harm their siblings."
"Too true," Thruth noted, "There has never been a civil war in the history of the succubi."
"Whoa, whoa," said Elisa, "slow down."
Owen turned to Elisa, "Succubus society is based much as Gargoyle Clans. They are separated into broods, determined when they were born, and they stay together most of their lives. You see, the succubi are all sisters, the incubi are all brothers, and both races are siblings to each other."
"They are born from a being whose name is only mentioned by them and amongst themselves," said Hlathguth, "We know him as 'the One.'"
"The succubi can't procreate with each other properly, because they are siblings, but they can with other demons," said Owen.
"Can they get pregnant from raping humans?" asked Elisa.
"That's inter-species sex," said Rota, "That's where the corruption comes from."
Elisa grew a bit alarmed, "So a gargoyle and human having sex is, like, the worst possible sin?"
"No," said Odin, "That's not the kind of inter-species we're talking about," he explained patiently, "all the races are strictly divided. Gargoyles, Humans, and some of Oberon's children, the three races, are Beings of Order. Succubi, other demons, Fire Elementals, trolls and the like are Beings of Chaos. Inter-species sex between those groups of races is very immoral."
"It's a lot like the Seelie Court and Unseelie Court," said Mist.
"Children can only be bred from a same-species mating," said Owen, "That's why the succubi have always relied on the One."
"He's picked up the scent," said Rota excitedly, pointing to Garm.
"I thought he already had it," said Elisa.
Hlathguth shook her head, her necklaces jingling, "The pendant I gave him allows him access to the astral plane, Lady Maza," she said, "he had to get the scent on the plane for us."
Elisa raised an eyebrow, "What's that mean?"
Rota smiled, "Watch."
Garm's eyes shot forward, and red drool dropped into a puddle at his feet. The pendant glowed bright pink a moment. Elisa's eyes were filled with an incandescent light, and the entire party was once again enveloped in light, and disappeared.

Ja'Hira watched with her dark eyes the lengthening shadows against the sidewalk. Noon. The sun would set in five hours, which was short enough for her. She always ended up in dark alleys, somehow. It was logical, the succubus mentally amassed. They were dark enough to suit her, and they were usually used by only one person at a time, leaving no witnesses. Just the way she liked it.
A man and a woman turned off from the street ahead and walked towards Ja'Hira. She began walking as well, to make it seem that she had turned off from the opposite side.
"Cold, isn't it?" the hooded succubus noted.
"Yes," said the woman.
Ja'Hira reached inside her cloak, "Would you care for a drink?" she asked, drawing her obsidian cup.
"Thanks, but no," said the woman, "I don't drink."
Ja'Hira had had enough of her. She drew back her hand, and whipped it forward at her. A huge fire surrounding what looked like the skull of a tiger burst forward and went directly through the woman, to shatter into several pieces on the wall behind her.
The woman, blood dripping from her mouth and with a large hole in her chest, fell against the wall, and slid down. Her eyes were filled with a large, dark, black cloud. She sighed, and died.
The trembling man looked at the hooded figure. She had removed her hood to reveal her wings, blue hair, and pale complexion, but the only thing he saw was her dark eyes. He still knew that his girlfriend had been killed, by this person . . . he simply didn't care.
"I don't think you want this just yet," said Ja'Hira, putting the cup back in her cloak, "Here," she said, extending her hand.
The man took it, noting without alarm her long, black nails.
"What's your name?" the dark eyed succubus asked.
"Bruce," he replied.
"That's a nice name," Ja'Hira said, "How would you like to come with me to a place where you can play and have fun for the rest of your life?"
"Very much," Bruce replied.
"Then come with me," Ja'Hira turned, still holding Bruce by the hand, "I will show you eternity."