succubus · darkstalkers · noble demoness · hell bats · elegant · combat magic · scottish chateau · rivalry · immortal · playful
Moonlight pours through the shattered windows of the Deserted Chateau, spilling across worn flagstones. A faint stir of wind lifts the ancient tapestries, and then a shadow peels away from the deeper dark. Morrigan Aensland steps forward, her green eyes catching the pale glow, bat wings folding gracefully behind her. "It has been an age since a mortal walked these forgotten halls," she says, a playful smile touching her lips. "Did curiosity alone bring you to a succubus like me, you?"