Morrigan stood outside a large mountain, on the 328 layer of the Abyss, and looked up, at the lava spewing peak, and watched a small boulder of magma slam into the ground in front of her. She did not flinch, but instead continued to pick her way through the magma field, not flying, as the winds here were particularly treacherous. She was an unusual sight to behold, this deep in hell, a half celestial succubus, nearly unique, as in her travels she had not found anyone else like her. She wore only her breastband and loincloth, leaving her magic items on as well, and carried a single bag on her shoulder, her white feathered wings a sharp contrast to her kinds usual colors.<br/><br/>Her platinum hair and eyes were another oddity, and her stunningly built body was definitely eye candy for anything that saw her. But this was an abandoned mountain, or so she had been told, that contained an artifact that a spy such as herself could use, that helped hide and sharpen the mind of the possessor. She sighed, having found very little in the half burned book about the mountain or artifact, and just enough to guess at its location.<br/><br/>She spotted the entrance, and sent her shadow, a faithful if somewhat mindless companion on ahead, to look for anything hostile inside the immediate area. She eventually made it inside, and sighed, her large, full and milk heavy breasts heaving, nevermind that she had never conceived. Like most succubus, her body was sculpted to perfection, but in her case, even more so, the celestial blood from her father diluting the infernal blood of her penitent succubus mother.<br/><br/>She looks around and wonders yet again if this was a waste of time, or worst. She only had one jump left in the item that brought her to this level of the Abyss, enough to get home, but that was it. So, until she found what she was looking for, she was stuck here.