I have a long legacy of causing untold pain.

I am a legend. I am known by many names...Lucifer, succubus, she devil, bitch, whore etc. 

I may smell sweetly of lilacs and sunshine but if you could smell the real me...well..it's fire and brimstone #5. Only demons find it appealing I'm told.

I can appear to be every man's fantasy. Marilyn Monroe to Bob the accountant at turbo tax. All curves and platinum blonde and baby powder skin. Willing to laugh at every joke no matter how dull and be your ultimate slightly dripping arm candy.

Kate Beckinsale to Neil the nerdy MIT grad. Mysterious, alluring and distant dark soulful eye's.He makes enough money to afford you but doesn't know it. Another chink in the armour. The list is infinite. I am every beauty in the history of woman kind.  I am the peach that's exquisitely ripe, the forbidden fruits from all of the lore. 

Beauty is the ultimate power. Every lethal goal of every man, every triumph in business, every war in which his adversaries were  crushed by his will, have all been done so in my name.

Nothing in history has caused more hate or evil or violence other than religion. That could be attributed to me also if I wanted to take credit. The Salem witch trials etc. I am hated.

No man is immune to my girlish charms. You may not be able to see my pointed yellow horns, or my daggerish vampire like insisors, or my vicious eagle like talons but they are there.

One day when you least expect it I will capture your soul. You will feel high as a cloud.  You will believe the world is fair and just and smells like lemongrass and lilacs. Then blam! You will get whiplash and  . smash your head into the dashboard all because you didn't wear your seatbelt. You will barely hear the tires screeching. I will serve you your heart, still warm and beating on a silver platter with a side of Fava beans and a nice Chianti. Everyone knows that reference. 

This is what I do. I suck souls.  Just so you know guys...it's not personal. If you believe you are immune you are the best taste on the tongue. Nothing is more delicious than a reluctant soul.