The succubus's life flashed before its eyes, a life long buried beneath layers of corruption and hunger.
Before the monster, there had once been a woman.
A courtesan of rare beauty and poise, the head of the infamous pleasure house Harlot's Paradise. Men of wealth and power had fought for a night in her arms, each paying a small fortune just to be near her warmth.
But time was cruel.
In her line of work, youth was currency, and her value bled away with every passing year. The joints stiffened, the sickness crept in, and the sparkle that once drew men like moths began to fade. When the body could no longer endure, when the potions failed and the charms wore thin, she was cast aside for fresher faces.
That was when she found it.
A whisper in the dark. A promise from something beyond mortal understanding, the Tether of Corruption. It offered her youth, beauty, adoration. A second chance. All it asked for was the life essence of men.
She accepted without hesitation.
