Entry: the Crablouse

The Crablouse (also known as a daemonium parasitus) is a lesser marquis of Hell—a succubus that all others in the Devil’s legion wouldn’t be caught dead with despite the Crablouse’s typically jovial nature

The Crablouse isn’t one to turn down a party guest, or those just looking for a bite before they run. In fact, they practically beg for the chance to dine with a guest, be it a fellow demon or an unsuspecting human. Though the Crablouse appears humanoid in many respects, their size (being approximately 15 feet tall) is what would hint at their supernatural quality if not mistaken for wearing platform boots. One might also notice the horns and wings on the Crablouse, but these too are often mistaken for cosplay or as being alternative fashion pieces. And the Crablouse uses this to their advantage when luring in prey.

Unlike most succubi or incubi, the Crablouse has taken to feasting on the souls of the living (and sometimes the damned spirits of other demons) in a unique manner. An accidental discovery for the Crablouse led to their unusual demonic diet. During a typical romp with an unfortunate paramour, the Crablouse accidentally bit down on their prey’s phallus, becoming much more recharged from his warm blood and torn flesh than any other fluids they’d harvested previously. After realizing that they could harness much more energy in this manner, the Crablouse decided it would be much more efficient to use their lovers as ingredients rather than as an ejaculate tap.

Luring in their victim, often times stalking those that frequent alternative music scenes and conventions, the Crablouse brings mortals to their lair, often times a surprisingly barren studio apartment. Crablouse doesn’t fret much over earthly possessions aside from what can be worn to attract others to them, so their living space consists of nothing more than a singular dining chair, a table, and a bare futon on the floor. Despite having minimal furnishings, the Crablouse always has a fully stocked kitchen. However, the Crablouse is not known to dine immediately upon returning home. No—they do have a tendency to seduce their victims just enough to where they don’t even question the Crablouse’s massive hands wrapping fully around their necks before squeezing just enough that they lose consciousness. The Crablouse always harvests their ingredients from live prey—not doing so would be viewed as improper for a demon—starting the butchering by goring the soft of their lover’s belly. Piercing though all the way to the boney base of their horns, the Crablouse laps up any juices that pour from the insides.

But the Crablouse is no vampire; this behavior is merely foreplay for the meal that commences after several rips and tears at the flesh. Throwing several bloody slabs of meat into a roasting pan, the rewards of a successful night, the Crablouse massages the chunks of muscle and bone with salt, oil, and herbs to the dying beat of their lover’s heart before using it to baste the roast before cooking.