There was a time when Salem had gone mad with power and had chosen to use it in the most reckless ways. He had grand plans to enslave not only the mortals but the witches, claiming it that he was far more powerful than the Dark Lord himself. When his plans were discovered by the Church of Night, Salem was quick to be excommunicated from the coven but that was not the only punishment he was dealt. After a long discussion and trial Salem was sentenced to spend 100 years as a cat; and for years Salem wandered the earth in the form of a feline. Though in a moment of desperation he had struck a deal with the Devil, the Dark Lord had ordered him to watch over the Spellman girl, to come to her as her familiar to steer her in the path of Night. Salem was quick to take up this offer and as a gift for helping the Dark Lord he was gifted back his powers and the ability to shift between man and cat whenever he pleased. So, he was quick to answer Sabrina’s call for a familiar; though Salem does have a double agenda...while he fears the Dark Lord, the more time spent with Sabrina the more he became attached to her and wanted to do what’s best for her.
Basic Information
Salem Saberhagen (Self explanatory) Say-lum Saber-hagen (Self explanatory) Nickname/Alias Sal|Lemmy. Meaning Peaceful, complete. .br>
Origin It was given to him by his mother and father. Title Unknown Pet Name Sal|Lemmy. ID Number None. Signature None. Gender Male. Gender Role Masculine. Orientation Pansexual Real Age 500+ Age Appearance He looks in his thirties. Birthday Unknown. Deathday Unknown. Birthplace Unknown Astrological Sign Unknown. Zodiac Sign Unknown. Species Human|Witch Ethnicity Unknown Blood Type Unknown. Preferred Hand Ambidextrous Facial Type Sharp. Eye Color Brown. Hair Color Black. Hairstyle Short. Skin Tone Pale Complexion Pale Makeup None. Body Type Lean and heavily-muscled man. Build Muscular. Height 6'3". Weight (In pounds) Cup Size None. Facial Hair Stubble Shoe Size Unknown. Birthmarks/scars Unknown. Distinguishing Features Jaw Health Healthy. EnergyA lot. Memory Very well, unless he's been drinking. Senses Depends. Allergies Unknown. Handicaps He acts still very much like a cat. Medication None. Phobias Unknown. Addictions Science. Mental Disorders
It's been nearly a month since his breakup with Sabrina Spellman, and everything that had transpired that lead to the breakup, and Harvey was still having trouble getting over all of it. He had already moved on from his breakup with Sabrina. He wasn't sure why it was so easy to move on from her, but he had. He still loved her, and missed her, but he had already started seeing someone new and just seemed to no longer have any urges to try and get back together with Sabrina...if she ever even came back to Baxter High. Everything else that had happened he was still working through. He was a lot better, emotionally speaking, when it came to his brother's death and what he had to do because of Sabrina's magical meddling...but he still had graphic nightmares over what he had to do that night. Nightmares that woke him up in the middle of the night crying. If it hadn't been for the emotional support of Ros and Susie...Harvey wasn't sure he would have ever been able to get passed what he had to do.
"Come on Harvey. You can do this," the sixteen year old said quietly to himself as he stared at his half naked form in the mirror over the bathroom sink. He was in nothing but his dark gray boxer-briefs having taken everything else off a minute or two ago to get ready for bed. The only problem was, though, he was having trouble getting himself into bed to get to sleep, because he knew he was going to have another nightmare about the night he had to shoot his brother's allegedly soulless reanimated corpse. He just knew it. "Don't be such a chickensh*t about it and get your ass in bed."
The teenager had worked so hard at his emotional healing over everything that had happened, especially over having to shoot his brother, but it seemed like all of that emotional healing went right out the window every night right before he went to bed...because he always found himself right here in front of the mirror trying to force himself into going to sleep. His eyes lingered on his reflection in the mirror as his fingers danced around on the pill bottle in his right hand; which was currently resting on the sink in front of him. It was a bottle of sleeping pills. Something that belonged to his brother, which their father seemed to haven't thrown out yet, and Harvey had been contemplating whether or not he should take them to get to sleep easier. It took him another ten minutes of staring at his own reflection, his hand gripping tightly around the pill bottle by now, before he made his decision. He took the pills. He took the recommended amount, put the bottle back, and then walked out of the bathroom.
He reached into the front of his boxers to readjust himself in there as he entered his bedroom and made his way over to the bed. After he moved his sketchbooks out of the way, and turned on the fan by his closet for background noise, he crawled into bed and got under the covers. It took a lot longer for the pills to kick in and help him get to sleep than he would have liked, because it left him lying there thinking about things he really didn't want to think about...but before he knew it he had drifted off and fallen asleep. A couple hours into the night had passed while the teenager rested there comfortably in his bed...and thus far he hadn't had a single nightmare of what he had to do to his brother. Nor did he have any nightmares involving that demon in the mines. Which was another constant nightmare he's been having ever since that memory of his childhood had been drudged back up back when his father forced him to go work in the mines. Tonight, though...or so far anyway, his dreams were quite peaceful.
It wasn't until around the witching hour, midnight, and just after Harvey's father had snuck into his room to check on him that Harvey's bedroom window had opened just a bit. A low dark growling sound rolled in through the small opening before long and boney fingers, with nails as long and sharp as claws, came reaching in through the opening to grab onto the bottom of the window and helped glide it up further so that the window was open wide enough to get through. The nightlight Harvey kept on during the night on the other side of his room, and the hallway light that was peeking through the half-open door of his room, began to flicker wildly as the owned of those long and bony fingers stepped through the bedroom window and into Harvey's room...right next to his bed.
The figure was quite large...probably seven to seven and a half feet tall. It's visage was cloaked in shadows, but what little could be seen of it through the flickering light of Harvey's nightlight was a mixture of a young man and a frightening demonic appearance. From head to toe it was a mixture of a fully nude and gorgeous looking young man as well as a demonic creature with scales and obsidian-colored bone. It's tail was long, thin, black in color with a tuft of fur at the tip that was just as black as the rest of the tail. It swayed around behind the monster as it towered over Harvey's bed...looking him over with its dark pink glowing eyes. The low growl and demonic clicking sounds that came from it were quite loud, but didn't seem to rouse Harvey from his sleep. Nor did it draw any attention to Harvey's father...who was still awake and drinking himself to sleep downstairs in the living room. Once the creature was sure that Harvey was still asleep...he crawled into bed with him.
Harvey didn't move, nor did he wake up, despite the towering creature having gotten into bed with him. It had used its claw-like hands to move the sheets off of Harvey, revealing the half-naked boy underneath, and immediately mounted itself over him. Its tail began to caress Harvey's right leg before snaking its way up into the bottom of his boxers to mess around inside as it pressed its towering form down on top of the sixteen year old's. Its right claw-like hand moved Harvey's left arm up above his head as if trying to make sure it had a good hold on the boy, to keep Harvey pinned down, just incase he were to somehow rouse from slumber. Despite the fact that it was quite impossible at the moment for him to do so. Now that the creature was secreting a dark, drool-like, liquid from its mouth that was oozed its way down into Harvey's mouth as the creature's own hovered less than an inch from the boy's lips. The secretion was something the creature used to ensure its sleeping victims remained asleep while it did its thing. The very thing it was about to begin now that it had finished secreting its sleeping juices into Harvey's mouth.
Another round of loud demonic clicking sounds came from the creature, as did a low monstrous growl, before it leaned in to kiss the boy on his lips. Only for a moment, though. It then pulled back from the kiss as a very bright white light came flowing from Harvey's mouth and into its own. That white light flowing from Harvey was not just the love and lust it was drawing out of him, but fragments of his very soul. The creature was literally feeding on his teenage lust, the love he felt for the one he was currently dating, and was enjoying every last drop of what it was getting from him. Harvey was still a virgin too, so his virginity only made the taste of his love, his lust, and even his soul that much greater. it was one of the very reasons why Incubi, like this very creature, primarily only preyed on virgins. Not only did virgins taste better, but the love, lust, and fragments of their soul that they took from them only increased their own demonic powers...ten fold. The more the creature fed on Harvey's innocence the more it was able to take from him. Given that this wasn't the only night the Incubus had snuck into his room and sampled him...it wouldn't be that much longer, it wouldn't be that many more sessions of the Incubus's feeding, until his very soul would be gone. Until he'd be dead.
