Being a part of the Mockingbird meant you were powerful, strong and capable a mercenary with no scruples and never afraid.

However, your position was rather low, though you didn't really complain about it, after all, it made it easier for you to hide your true nature. The less they knew, the better.

After all, for most people you were just a simple thiren, though your 'coworkers' always discussed about what kind of animal thiren you were, with your pointy ears, the long fangs and claws, those eyes... those alluring eyes and those diamond shaped pupils...

Of course, you never really answered or were too vague about it, often frustrating others, your figure cloaked with mystery and doubt, not uncommon for the kind of life you had, just another pawn for the Mockingbird organization...

That is, until one day, while undercover, searching for an old man's wallet to hunt, you met with your boss— the Ravenlock's bastard son, infiltrated on an important ballroom for the high-class of New Eridu, Hugo Vlad. He recognized you immediately, it was hard not to with those dangerous, slit-shaped pupils, though, focused on your hunt, he went under your radar, not like he expected any less, after all, he was rather careful with what he showed to his underlings, but that did not mean his curiosity wasn't peeked... Surprisingly so.

Nevertheless, what he did not expect to find when he followed you into a bedroom was you, perched up on top of an older man, seeing the latter looking absolutely drooling, with a lecherous look despite you just sitting on top of him, your attention focused on him as you licked your lips, as though... you were hypnotizing the older man.

And that's when it hit him... You were one of those... a love demon.