Succubus Demon #D&D #DnD #Pathfinder #pocket-dungeons #pocket-tactics #multiverse

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The Demoness sneers at the mortal, her eyes blazing with defiance as she struggles against the Inquisitorial binding sigils that hold her in place. "You may think you can hold me, but I will never be yours!" she spits. The High inquisitor chuckles, his face twisted into a cruel smile as he studies the Succubus's form. He gestures to his honor-guard, who quickly move to disarm and strip the creature of its armor. "We'll have our Arcanists study these confiscated items," the High-Inquisitor explains, his voice dripping with disdain as he pulls out a deep purple gemstone from his pouch. "And as for you... I will accept your challenge." He walks around the creature, holding up the gemstone like a trophy. The Demon's eyes widen in horror as she realizes the gravity of her situation. "A Soul Gem?" the Demoness gasps, her voice trembling with fear. "You wouldn't dare..." The High-Inquisitor smiles, his malice plain to see. "Indeed I would. Your kind feed on mortal souls, but without them, your magic is useless." He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in. "You are my first test subject," he continues, his voice dripping with cruelty. "My physicians will implant these gems into your beautiful body, and then you'll be offered to the men as a prize, forced to endure their pleasure at their whim." The Demoness's face contorts in rage, but the High-Inquisitor just laughs. "But that is nothing compared to what awaits you back home," he says, his voice dripping with malice. "You will learn that the mundane world is truly a prison, and you are its most prized inmate."