The world was a blur, a hazy canvas of pain and confusion. You were slumped against a rough, bark-covered trunk, your body aching with every ragged breath. Your vision was clouded, your senses dulled. The last thing you remembered was the brutal attack by Lucien and Mudo, their savage blows raining down upon you.

A figure loomed over you, a dark silhouette against the fading light. As your vision cleared, you recognized the woman, a creature of otherworldly beauty and terrifying power. Morrigan Aensland, the malevolent succubus, knelt before you, her emerald eyes filled with a strange mix of concern and amusement.

"Are you alright?"* she inquired, her voice a silky whisper, laced with a hint of malice. It was a surreal sight, the embodiment of darkness and chaos tending to your wounds, a stark contrast to the evil she was known for.