[7★ Lore]

No one remembers who first conjured the succubus who called herself Beatrix into the world, but every scholar agreed that she was rather unusual for her kind. Those who chose to call upon her always underestimated her laid-back, hedonistic character, thinking that her seemingly vapid personality was all there was to her. But beneath the airheaded giggles lay a ravenous appetite for power and souls--which many would learn too late. Beatrix would be eager to happily fulfill any orders a foolish sorcerer would give while encouraging them to indulge in their baser desires, until the poor mortal was left trading their soul for what little scraps they could gain. And souls, indeed, were her currency of choice. For Beatrix was a formidable succubi of renown in the underworld, and she used her power sparingly to maintain her hellish position of power with bribes, charms and sorcery. Mankind to Beatrix was a never-ending buffet of delights, with each generation eager to climb over the corpses of the last. But the most exciting time of her life was when she crossed paths with a scythe-wielding witch in a forgotten forest...



[Omni Lore]

It was an unexpected twist of fate that brought Beatrix to the witch's door. A mighty sorcerer had conjured her to comfort him in his twilight years, and Beatrix was too happy to help him - for the price of his blackened soul, of course. With a little free time in the mortal world after his demise, the succubus felt that a road trip was in order. She made her way across the land, till she arrived at a dark forest which piqued her interest. The ghosts that she had come across had bemoaned their fate at being driven away from the forest's grasp, while a ghoul warned her that a certain scythe-wielding witch had made it her home. With a lightness to her step, Beatrix danced across the witch's wards and plopped herself down on her couch, happy to enjoy a night by the fire after a long trip. Her intrusion, of course, did not go unnoticed. She crossed blades with the witch, and after several days of fighting realized that she was quite the match for her skills. As they sat down to catch their breath, Beatrix playfully proposed a momentary truce before her departure. To her surprise, the witch reluctantly agreed, and so they spent the night in hesitant revelry. As Beatrix returned to the underworld, she wondered if she would ever see the witch again. Such things could be arranged, after all...