Plague Horn Sound, Hall.
The red burial cloth gazed at the man before her, a hint of regret in her eyes. She suddenly realized that if Duncan met the succubus queen Meikanshute, with the queen's greed, this man would likely become irrelevant to her.
She couldn't possibly compete with her mother in terms of charm, strength, or debauchery.
Now she only hoped her mother would see the profit behind it, and wouldn't be tempted by the man's special soul. Such a man was as irresistible to succubi as drugs.
Draining a strong man, merging his soul into Shadella, was clearly less beneficial than using him to heavily damage her enemies and gain substantial benefits.
The red burial cloth managed to gain a foothold on the Ten Thousand Abyss Plain, her vision relatively long-term, yet overly cautious, somewhat cowardly.
A burst of Spiritual Light from a teleportation spell appeared.
