Skri'jal sat in his cellar, trying to wrap his head around yesterday. This was so vastly unlike Lerisha, he originally thought she had been replaced. But that was not the case, for she acted normal in every other aspect. Except that she now avoided him.
"Why must women be so complicated?" Asked Skri'jal to himself. Then, Applejack came down.
"Why do you approach me, mortal?" Skri'jal asked sarcastically.

"Ah, nuthin', just wonderin' why you're sittin' down here when everyone's preparin' for Nightmare Night." Replied Applejack.

"That sounds like a bastardization of Halloween..." Said Skri'jal grumpily.

"Hallowhatnow?" Asked Applejack.

"Child, you have much to learn. Come, sit, and I will tell you... Of Hallow's Eve!" Said Skri'jal, a dark tone in his voice. Applejack sat, and the militant devil began his tale:
"It is said Hallow's Eve began many, many years ago on our world, first as a superstition among pagans, then as a tradition. It is said that on Halloween, the veil between the world of the living and the world of the dead is weakened, and spirits and demons enter the world, seeking tribute from the mortals of the living world." Explained Skri'jal.
"Woah. That's definitely different from Nightmare Night..." Applejack commented.
"Indeed. And on Hallows Eve, it is said that those who do not appease the demons and restless spirits are beset by devils and misfortune. Crops will wither on the vine, plague will beset the livestock, and devils like me will burn your house down with combustible lemons." Skri'jal continued, terrifying Applejack, who was shaking like a leaf.
"And then, on the final day of Hallow's Eve, when the spirits begin to return to their side of the veil and the worlds become separate once more, You must leave an offering of bread and water, or the spirits and demons will exact a more terrible vengeance than you can ever imagine upon you next year, when the veil opens once more." Skri'jal explained.
"And that, child, is Halloween." He finished. Applejack, however, just sat there, looking mortified.
"H-how can you people celebrate such a terrible holiday?!" Applejack stammered.
"Same way you celebrate yours, I suppose. But then again, you're asking the wrong side. I just do the tormenting, ask the ones that celebrate it if you want a better answer." Skri'jal replied smugly as he got up, dusting himself off. Then, he left, leaving a still-mortified Applejack behind.

Later

As Skri'jal walked the streets of the town, he thought to himself about the coming holiday. He despised Halloween, but this bastardization was only bound to be worse. As he walked, he bumped into someone else, and they both fell on their asses.
"Hey, watch where you're walking, you... Lerisha?!" Exclaimed Skri'jal, surprised she'd be walking around for no reason, especially after three days of being so reclusive after the incident.
"Ahh! S-Skri'jal!" Lerisha cried.
"I-I have to go, nice chatting!" She tried to escape, but Skri'jal caught her arm, and refused to let go.
"Skri'jal, let go, you're claws are hurting!" She tried to lie, but Skri'jal's claws were retractable, and were retracted.
"Nice try, Succubus. Why are you hiding from me?" Skri'jal demanded.
"Please don't make me answer that..." Lerisha pleaded quietly, blushing and looking away from Skri'jal.
"Lerisha, you're acting weirder than normal. Start talking, now." Skri'jal threatened.
"I...I... You can't make me!" Lerisha cried, trying to pull her arm free from the devil's unrelenting grasp. Skri'jal groaned in annoyance.
"Lerisha, either you tell me, or I'll find out. Which do you want? I can do either one." Skri'jal told the sniveling succubus.
"I... I can't tell you... Look, I have to go." Lerisha said, finally getting her arm free, then running off. Skri'jal just sat there, confused.
"What the fuck, Lerisha?!" He finally said out loud.

Later still

Lerisha walked back to the Library, checking over her shoulder occasionally to see if she was being followed. As soon as she got there, she found the thickest book she could find, and started smacking herself with it.
"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" She cried as she hit her face with the book repeatedly.
"Why couldn't I tell him! Gah, you're hopeless! Pretty soon, you'll be asking these sops for advice, and they've never been laid in their lives! I hate this! Why did he have to show up?" She raved, but she did not feel better. It was hopeless.
"Ugh, I hate this.. Why did I have to fall in love with a devil?" She asked herself, internally raging at her own shyness.
"Can't even say 'I love you' to him... I'm so pathetic..." As she said this, The door opened, and Skri'jal walked in, causing Lerisha to freeze solid. Luckily, she was hidden, and he walked past her, toward a random book shelf. As she tried to slink away, however, Skri'jal suddenly turned and pointed at her.
"Aha! I see you sneakin' around back there!" Skri'jal shouted, and he grabbed the succubus by the back of her neck, hoisting her up onto her feet.
"Skri'jal, please let me go..." Whimpered Lerisha.
"No. Not until you tell me what the fuck's going on with you. You're acting jumpier than a Canadian spy, lady, and I'm going to be told why." Skri'jal stated. Skri'jal hated it when people kept things from him, and he was used to getting people to fork them over. However, he didn't particularly want to hurt Lerisha this time, so he resorted to intimidation, which only made her cloister up even more. So now, he was doing the one thing he never hoped to do: Comforting.
"I don't know! Please, just leave me to wallow in my own self pity, I don't need you making it worse..." Lerisha said, on the verge of tears. Suddenly, Skri'jal put her down, and started petting her head.
"There... there... I'm not... gonna hurt you..." Skri'jal said painfully, and through gritted teeth. Lerisha, though calm now, was ultimately surprised and confused.
"What are you doing, Skri'jal?" She asked flatly.
"I'm trying to 'comfort' you. You seem distressed about something, and I don't like secrets. Unfortunately, none of my other methods are working, so this is all I have left. Now, tell me what's bugging you." Skri'jal explained, an annoyed tone in his voice. He was terrible at comforting, but the gesture alone softened Lerisha up a bit.
"Well, you'll likely hate me if I told you..." Lerisha said softly.
"Lerisha, nothing you can say will ever make me hate you more than I do already. Just tell me, and we can... get... through this..." Skri'jal was gritting his teeth again. clearly, this was causing him a lot of pain, and that alone got Lerisha out of her shell.
"Alright, I'll tell you, but I need a favor." Lerisha said, smiling.
"Anything but sex." Skri'jal said flatly.
"No... just keep petting..." She said tiredly, resting her head on Skri'jal's lap. Skri'jal was disgusted by this, but he kept petting.
"Alright, now tell me what' going on, succubus." Demanded Skri'jal.
"Well, I know this may shock you, but... I kinda... sorta... well..." She stalled, causing Skri'jal's blood pressure to rise critically.
"Yeeeeessssss?" Asked Skri'jal slowly.
"Well, Skri'jal, remember that kiss in the cellar?" Lerisha asked nervously.
"Yeah?" Asked Skri'jal, who was now getting a really bad feeling in his guts.
"Well... I really... I like you, Skri'jal. A lot." Skri'jal immediately stopped petting, and had the most extreme "WTF?" look on his face that had ever existed.
"... Uh..." Skri'jal said, and Lerisha smiled, getting up.
"Simple, Skri-wee. I like you, and I don't care what you think anymore: We're here, and this is happening." Lerisha said seductively.
"I... Are you sure? I mean, what about hell..?" Asked Skri'jal, who was stunned enough that Lerisha wasn't molesting him yet.
"Screw hell. We're not going back any time soon, why not make the most of our time away?" Lerisha asked, slowly unzipping Skri'jal's trousers.
"Wha-?! You... You planned this..!" Skri'jal tried to weasel, but he was caught in the succubus's trap, and her lips locked to his reptilian muzzle, shutting him up.
"No words, my little soldier. Just enjoy the ride." Lerisha whispered as she slowly pulled off Skri'jal's combat trousers, leaving the devil stark naked. Soon after, Lerisha removed her top, revealing her great, bouncing, voluptuous breasts, then did away with her skirt, and finally guided Skri'jal's hand to her "Hello Kitty" panties.
"You disgust me, succubus..." Skri'jal said weakly, unable to remove himself from Lerisha's spell.
"I know." She said simply. Then, the panties came off, leaving the demons completely naked, and Lerisha wrapped her legs around Skri'jal's waist as she climbed on top of him. Skri'jal, unable to resist the succubus, laid there as she raised and lowered herself onto him, and remained in agonized silence as Lerisha moaned in pleasure, her hips thrusting, and her glistening breasts heaving as she swayed, and she lowered her face to his muzzle, passionately kissing him once more. Skri'jal could not speak, nor did he want to. Lerisha was right: they weren't going back to hell any time soon, and no one but them would ever know of this. Skri'jal, unable to resist Lerisha any longer, grabbed her ass, and they both moaned as the devil's defenses failed. Unable to move, Skri'jal simply laid limp as Lerisha then carried the devil to the basement to continue their dark romance.

The next morning

Skri'jal awoke with a start, causing Lerisha to groan, then turn over. Both demons were stark naked, and he unfortunately knew why.
"Oh, hell... I can't believe I just... And with... ugh, this is going to be a long day." Skri'jal whined, walking up the stairs to retrieve his pants. After a few minutes, Lerisha exited the basement as well. She, however, was barely dressed, as she managed to find her skimpy undertop and her panties, but not much else.
"Hello, Skri-wee..." Lerisha said seductively, kissing the devil on the forehead. And for once, Skri'jal wasn't tempted to swat her away. Then, Twilight came up to the two, looking quite happy.
"Hey guys, I just wanted to thank you for the special effects on Nightmare Night!" She said, Confusing the demons.
"Special effects?" Asked Skri'jal.
"Of course! you know, the moaning and scratching? Really scared the heck out of the judges! they gave us a perfect score, and we won!" Twilight exclaimed excitedly.
"... Won what?" Asked Lerisha. Twilight just laughed.
"The scariest house contest, of course! Jeez, you two act like you forgot all about yesterday!" Twilight said.
"Uh... yeah, right. Totally acting." Stammered Skri'jal, who elbowed Lerisha to get her to play along.
"Uh, yeah! Of course! Glad we could help out, Twilight!" Lerisha managed to say, blushing furiously.
"Yep! Now, I need to get some things from the store. You two might want to get out of your costumes, Nightmare Night's over. Maybe tonight we can try out Halloween!" Twilight said, heading toward the door.
"Wait, Halloween? How'd you..?" Skri'jal asked.
"Applejack told me that you told her. Well, gotta run. Later!" aid Twilight, closing the door behind her.
"Lovely." Sighed Skri'jal.
"Look on the bright side, now people have to leave food out for you, being a devil and all." Lerisha tried to comfort Skri'jal. Then, the devil perked up, and he got an idea. An evil, nasty, grinchy idea.

Author's Note

They done fucked. 'Nuff said. God, I hated writing this chapter, but hey, When succubi are involved, sex is not just unavoidable, it's required. Just wait 'till Halloween pops up...