They say I am obsessed. Maybe they are correct; I am dedicated only to my quest. Then again, perhaps they don't really know the reason for my dedication. I don't believe that they quite understand how I feel about this. Sure, I've voiced my hatred of my form, almost as many times as Amelia has gone off into those horrid justice speeches of hers. But they don't know why.
It's more than the physical limits that this body holds over me. The freakish appearance doesn't bother me half as much as the constraints of being solid. What is so horrible about this life I am now forced to live is the fact that it is a total and utter lie. I'm not supposed to be able to feel the things I do, not supposed to be able to hurt. My kind doesn't feel pain for multiple people.
And yet, now I have friends.
And it hurts.
An incubus isn't supposed to get hurt...