"Aaaahhh..." Silet let out a sigh of satisfaction as the last of the cleric's soul rose into her, suffusing the succubus with a warm glow.  "My compliments to the chef," she smirked, dragging a fingernail down the fallen cleric's still face, frozen in his last moment of bliss.  She lifted herself from straddling his corpse, laying down on the silken bedsheets, stretching her lithe form briefly over the mattress to bask in victory's warm embrace.<em>This never gets old</em>, she thought to herself, rolling from the bed, throwing the silk sheet over the dead cleric before roughly booting the lifeless body over the edge of the mattress, the corpse landing with a dull thud against the stone floor.  Silet always took great pride in seeking out only the highest and mightiest, the noblest and most dedicated people to claim.  Some took months to fall, others withered almost as soon as their eyes lay on her.  As she looked into the mirror, she couldn't blame them, though; she was always quite the catch, no matter how she came to them.  Smouldering red hair, pale yet radiant skin, eyes glowing with confidence, lush ruby lips...  Even without the velvet leathery wings and narrow, whip-like tail she no longer bothered to conceal, there was something of a otherworldly beauty to the woman; a precious yet dangerous flower.<br/><br/>Glancing at the foot of the bed, she found her clothes; high-cut leather undergarments, and a slightly more modest silk robe that still left little to the imagination.  She disregarded them for now, there'd be time for that later.<em>Now for the prize...</em>Silet sashayed over to the vanity unit, deciding to commence her search there.  A man of such piety and righteousness usually has some pretty trinkets, the kind worth holding on to.  Silet had quite the collection of such artifacts from her victims over the years.  It's part of why she did it, really; if not for the less tangible prize of victory, the thrill of the hunt, then for the pretty little toys they always collected, relics of power entrusted to them to keep safe from the forces of evil.  Forces like her.  She didn't need them for their use, however; to Silet they were nothing but trophies, for taking their heads to be mounted on her wall quickly proved to be impractical.<br/><br/>It was in the bottom shelf of the vanity she found what she desired; a small item, bound in so much ruddy cloth to mask its shape or colour, but oozing enough power to bring a smile to her lips, whatever it was.  In the back of her mind, however, questions arose.<em>Why the cloth?</em>Relics such as these were usually displayed proudly, they were allowed to shine brightly.  Usually it was her job to secure it; ensure that its purifying touch would not harm her.<em>So why was this already safely wrapped?  Was this intended for someone else?  Another demon?</em>Silet glanced back to the far side of the bed, addressing the corpse of the cleric.  "Mmm, someone was a bad boy, even before I came along..." Silet said with a sigh; to know about his shady dealings took away from her accomplishment of corrupting him.<br/><br/>Outside, the sounds of battle were fading, a quiet hush falling over the room.  Silet perked her ears, just making out discussion on the embattlements.  No war-whoops or victory cries; the chumps that were defending this place had failed.  The succubus chuckled to herself before donning her clothes, taking a seat at the table across the room, and waited for her guests to arrive.  The prospect of another meal sent shivers down her spine, her tail swaying gently to and fro with anticipation.