Is time immutable?
Can stepping on a butterfly in the Jurassic change human history?
Might denizens of the realm of demons have something to do with it?
You bet!
Fig stumbled a step backward. No towering devil stood before him as he had imagined … and feared. No great beast with a hideous smile of anticipation. Instead, he gazed at a female about the same height as himself. The face more alluring than any artist's rendering of beauty could be. A petite upturned nose. Come-hither eyes. Red and sensuous lips contrasting with pale green skin. What must be the tops of wings appeared over her shoulders.
"I am Lilith, what you on Earth call a succubus. Kiss me. That will be but a first hint of what delights await when you submit your will to mine."
