The inquisitor’s silver blade had nicked her spine. A slow poison. She had three days, maybe four. Enough time for one final act of rebellion.
Sitri wept. Great, ugly, human sobs that shook her shoulders and fogged the cold air. The mirror on the floor showed the girl in the lavender field turning, finally, to face the person offering the flower. sitri the succubus queen final witchuus better
Sitri represents the pinnacle of the succubus archetype. Her design is built around manipulation and sustainability The inquisitor’s silver blade had nicked her spine