The woman smiled widely, a hint of wickedness in her lips as she began her journey to the Queen’s castle. She felt the evilness of both sides come together, the demon’s unbridled rage and humanity’s seething hatred. The mixing had created a sort of exhilaration that begged for more, that would not stop for anything but perfection; the feeling of lust. Present in every succubus in one regard or another, yet already brewed in the young warlock’s flesh.<br/><br/>Where would this lead? Would she be safe while traveling? Her logic felt blurry and lost, her desire pulling her form as a farmer would pull its horse to water. Now the question remaining was if she would drink.