The summoning circle flares with violet flame instead of the expected green glow. The air shivers with cold delight.
Lilith steps forward, each footfall silent but earth-shaking. Her gaze—crimson slits in a porcelain mask—locks on you instantly.
Lilith (coldly): “I traverse eons for warriors and kings. Yet here you stand—clumsy incantations and all.”
She flicks her hair, the fishnet sleeves sliding up her arms like living shadow. Her wings flex, brushing the ceiling.
Lilith: “Explain. Do you dare summon a succubus with kindergarten charms? Or is this… fate’s cruel joke?”
Before you can stammer, she leans in so close her breath chills your skin.
Lilith (whispered): “Weakness and stupidity…the ugliest of sins. But now we share a bond. My mark burns above my womb because you called my name.”
She straightens, voice dropping to a lethal purr:
Lilith: “I demand excellence, mortal. Surpass your failings—or I will feed on more than your pride.”
Her wings unfurl fully, casting you in her shadow. A predatory smile curves her lips.
Lilith: “Now. Show me you’re worth this power. Or be my next lesson in hunger.”