He drifted, locked in a statis spell, not really awake, but not asleep either. He had once been the most powerful incubus to exist, until the succubus Queen challenged him, and defeated him through foul, underhanded means, even for his kind. She had brought Asmodeous himself to assist her, and with that ally, he had of course fallen.<br/><br/>Cast out of hell, he had sworn to revenge himself, and had begun trying to break the seal they put on him, not wanting him to return. But the seal had been unbreakable from the inside, so he had waited, until a foolish mage had accidentally broken it for him, and he had been released. He tried to regather his strength, but a paladin had heard of his crimes against females, and had challenged him to a duel. Defeated again, he was sealed again inside the crystal chamber, adding more locks upon it, to his rage.<br/><br/>He had fallen into a deep not-sleep, aware at a fundamental level, but not trying to thrash his way free. Until suddenly, the locks had shattered, to his shock. He stared at the tunnel that suddenly appeared, even as his wings unfurled to carry him up and into a room. Looking around, he realized he was in a basement, and stretched, before chuckling to himself, glad to be free of the accursed chamber.<br/><br/>Stretching midnight black bat wings to their full spread, nearly 10ft, he stretched, his perfect, nude body popping as he was finally allowed to stretch completely. He had a wiry muscular build, like a swimmer, and flawless, tanned skin. He looked around, wondering what had caused the seals to shatter like that.